Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

The Chosen Ones of Chaos were greatly shocked by the fact that Emperor Yun had become the Chosen Ones of Bliss.

This is perhaps one of the few times in the world that humanity, chaos, and forbidden zones have reached a consensus.

The champion and the chosen one of bliss are completely unrelated!

Even if you become the chosen one of the unorthodox gods, it's all believable.

After all, as one of the two chosen gods, you've already infiltrated the ranks of the human champions. If the Demonic Path discovers this, they might turn their attention to you, and even make you a chosen one of the three gods for their amusement.

It can bring extreme bliss.
If ecstasy had corrupted the champion, it would have been publicized worldwide long ago. They would regard it as their greatest medal.

"According to intelligence, Emperor Fall does indeed have mates," said a chosen one of the Immortal Faction. "The believers who returned from the calamity fog said there seem to be three?"

“Even three hundred wouldn’t work. Brother Rhodo changes his bed partners every day, even sleeping with humans from forbidden zones, but he still hasn’t become a chosen one of the two gods,” the Chosen of Plague Gods responded.

“That’s right, and from what I’ve observed, the Emperor’s brothers don’t seem to react much to women. His Demon General, Bai Ya, looks like a woman who’s good at bearing children, but he hasn’t even touched her.” Luo Duo’s chosen one replied, “That’s quite the champion’s style.”

"Moreover, the doctrines of Bliss are not simply about sexual desire; otherwise, those aristocratic families that frantically spread their bloodlines would have already joined Bliss's ranks."

"Only the pinnacle of art, or the pursuit of extreme emotional stimulation, aligns with the doctrine of bliss. Could it be that the Emperor and his brother are secretly up to something?"

"It was not discovered that he was keen on infiltrating hostile forces and watching those enemies who considered him as allies die."

"That's really insane," the immortal chosen ones remarked.

Being called a pervert by a group of immortal chosen ones who associate with plagues and viruses, a certain champion would probably complain if he knew.

Meanwhile, the chosen ones of the Blood God faction were also embroiled in discussion.

"Could the fall of the Demon Emperor, chosen by all three gods, be due to the existence of a counterpart?"

"It's highly probable that Emperor Yun once visited Wanlong Lake and was parasitized by the Heartless Fruit of the Blissful Creation. Perhaps his subordinates and demon generals were worried that he would be corrupted by the Heartless Fruit, which led to the emergence of the Demon Emperor Yun."

"The counterpart was chosen by the three gods, and after the counterpart was destroyed, did he inherit his Blissful Chosen One?"

"Otherwise, how could we summon the Prince of Bliss? However, the Bliss faction probably won't recognize him."

"It doesn't matter. With the blessing, we can use the Chaos Sacred Artifact of Bliss. Why do we care whether Bliss recognizes it or not!"

"But won't humans become suspicious?"

"At least for now, humanity suspects it's a treacherous scheme. Nobody wants to believe that the human champion is the chosen one."

"Will he be chosen by all four gods?"

"Maybe if it really is."

"The fall of the emperor will usher in a grand feast!"

Meanwhile, the champion team, their shadows stretched out, finally stepped into the familiar streets of Border City No. 3.

The familiar scent of home, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and dust, rushed towards them, and the tension that had been weighing on the team members' shoulders for months finally eased and dissipated.

The tension in their nerves eased, turning into barely perceptible sighs that blended into the footsteps of those returning to the city.

The operation report and the handover of supplies were swift and silent.

However, the real welcome home came not from official documents from the city, but from the crowds that had been waiting on both sides of the road.

They are the relatives of fallen heroes, and the families who were devastated by the devastating news.

News of the strategy to conquer the No. 49 Disaster Fog spread like wildfire throughout the city.

The team's archenemy, the No. 49 Disaster Mist that brought countless nightmares, has had its source completely severed!

These elderly parents with gray hair, bereaved partners, and innocent yet sorrowful children followed the triumphant procession intently, tears welling in their eyes and rolling silently down their cheeks. It was no ordinary welcome; it was a profound gratitude that transcended time and death.

Li Yelai walked in the queue, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were a mixture of sorrow and joy.

He saw representatives from certain families and aristocratic clans, who solemnly nodded in greeting.

But even more numerous are the ordinary faces lost in the crowd.

A peasant woman with furrows, a worker clutching an old photograph, and an elderly couple supporting each other.

Their lips moved, silently uttering the same word: 'Thank you'.

Thank you to this team for avenging the belated blood debt owed to their loved ones who lie buried in the shadow of disaster.

That was the tragic wish of a group of families.
Li Yelai saw Jing Lin, who smiled and nodded at him, his lips moving silently as if to say, "Congratulations on your return home."

I also saw Starfire and Shadow Stream, as well as the expressionless heavy cavalry.

They waved to Li Ye from the rooftops on both sides of the street.

I wonder if Xinghuo has prepared any offerings for himself?

And there it was, the detective waving from inside the car. Could this guy have some side jobs up his sleeve?

Then, familiar figures came into view—it was Cheese's uncle and aunt. They squeezed to the front, their hands tightly pressed against their chests, as if trying to calm their hearts pounding with fear.

When they saw the cheese standing perfectly intact in front of them, grinning at them with a tired yet vibrant smile.

A torrent of tears burst forth, not from simple joy, but from the fear that had long gnawed at their hearts day and night. They were terrified of seeing that familiar figure disappear again on the way home, as if the tragedy that had ripped their family apart years ago would repeat itself.

Joyful sobs and shouts of reunion echoed through the crowd.

However, this triumphant symphony was always interspersed with undeniable notes of sorrow. Not all those who eagerly awaited their turn received a response.

Among the crowd, several figures broke down in tears; they were families who had lost comrades who had sacrificed their lives in this operation.

In the line of people heading home, a few empty seats quietly appeared, silently telling the story of the heavy, suffocatingly bloody price paid behind this victory.

It was the sacrifice of countless heroes that brought about this victory.

"Remember this feeling, and don't let them down. That's the responsibility of a champion." Yang Chen's voice rang out: "Remember, the heroes are right behind us, watching us. Carry their hopes and keep going!"

Li Yelai nodded silently. All the champions of the past had been like this, burdened with heavy responsibilities and expectant gazes. He had to get used to it and bear it.

There is no turning back, only moving forward!

Afterwards, Li Yelai and the others returned to the family apartment and saw Li Yunyan, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

It had been almost three months since I last saw her, and she looked somewhat haggard and seemed to have lost weight. Her eyes were a little red, but she still forced a smile while suppressing her emotions.

Upon learning that Li Yelai and the others had entered the infamous Disaster Fog, she was truly terrified, terrified that her brother and sister-in-law would never return.

Fortunately, they're all back now. Perhaps it's a bit selfish, but she genuinely hopes they won't leave again.

But she also knew that this was just a fantasy.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Border City No. 3, in a room constructed of anti-spirit metal that isolated all signals and senses.

The hunched old man looked at the large bucket of pale green liquid in front of him. It contained a powerful life force, and just taking a whiff of it made him feel much more energetic.

"Faced with the calamity and the River Styx, they still thought of finding this life-giving substance for me." The old man said quietly, "They've worked so hard."

"If no one truly understands the Golden Ancient Tree, directly using the disaster fog to create the Golden Ancient Tree is also a method."

"The risk is too great, not to mention the level of life. Just the sheer size of it could easily burst the disaster fog."

"The calamity mist can only create supreme beings, but it cannot reproduce the power of the golden ancient tree sap. Absorbing the ancient tree is the best choice."

The old woman said, "Alright, it's all in the past, let's not discuss it anymore. Mad King, give it a try."

The old man, or rather, the old mad king, nodded slightly.

The next moment, an indescribable, vast torrent of life, like a surging galaxy, rushed down his throat and into his aged body, which had been hollowed out by the long years and countless battles and was like a parched desert!
That surging vitality was so pure that his decaying body instinctively and greedily began to function, every cell on the verge of death like a sponge that had been parched for a long time and was now frantically absorbing this life-saving elixir.

He squandered far too much of his lifespan as the most powerful king in the world. A king who should have been close to immortality was instead tormented by a curse.

Now, the essence of life is rapidly and gently filling his life.

Beneath his withered, loose skin, which resembled dry tree bark, a faint luster seemed to be quietly flowing. His originally dull and lifeless skin was being subtly moisturized by a barely perceptible sheen that represented new life.

A silent yet earth-shattering revival is quietly unfolding within the aging body of this monarch.

When those long-silent eyes suddenly opened, the dim space seemed to be torn apart by invisible lightning!
It was not actual light, but a tremendous pressure that suddenly erupted!
In an instant, the air froze, the dust suspended, and even the light seemed to be distorted.

If the Old Mad King hadn't forcibly restrained it with his will the moment he opened his eyes, the raging blood energy that had been dormant for many years and was now revived would have broken free of its restraints like an ancient ferocious dragon awakening, soaring straight into the heavens and shaking the entire giant city!

"How is it?" the old woman asked in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly.

The old man's appearance changed; his hunched body became upright, and although his skin was dry and withered, it had a faint, flowing luster. Strands of jet-black hair had quietly sprouted from his snow-white hair.

The old mad king slowly exhaled a breath of stale air: "Five hundred years!"

The members of parliament, who had been holding their breath and not daring to utter a sound, could no longer contain the turmoil in their hearts!

Five hundred years!
It absorbed the essence of the ancient tree's sap, replenishing the old Mad King's lifespan by five hundred years!

This means that as long as the monarch no longer personally goes to the most tragic battlefield, he can act as a pillar of strength to protect this great city that carries the last hope of mankind for a full five hundred years!

Enough for humanity's most outstanding talents to grow to their fullest potential!

"Drink some more, there's still plenty left," the old woman said eagerly.

"The effects diminish significantly after absorbing the sap. The body's absorption of the tree sap is nearing saturation. Drinking more will only help repair injuries and at most delay aging." The old Mad King shook his head: "This is the limit of absorbing the ancient tree's sap."

"Let's turn the rest into medicine. Our comrades need it more than I do; it can save many of their lives."

"And a lifespan of five hundred years... Hahaha, that's more than enough!"

Old Mad King's voice was filled with relief and anticipation.

Five hundred years may seem like a long time, but how could he possibly stay away from war forever?

When the flames of war reignite, when the great city is on the verge of collapse, when the young talents still need time to grow into towering giants.

His long-dormant blade will surely be drawn once more!
Once he starts a war, his long lifespan of five hundred years will vanish like snowflakes.

But the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, even though before him stood the King of the Forbidden Zone, a figure who had emerged from the depths of the Forbidden Zone and inspired fear in all beings!
In the eyes of the old Mad King, they were also prey!

"Who could it be?" the old mad king chuckled. "To face me, at my peak?"

A lifespan of five hundred years is enough for him to fight at his peak!
When that towering bronze demon god once again stepped into the forbidden zone, even the king of the forbidden zone would be filled with fear!

At that moment, among the three restricted zones, the four kings of the restricted zones all felt a chill emanating from the depths of the universe.

The haul from the Disaster Fog was plentiful, especially the materials from the Terror Demons.

Although it is a horrific demon shaped by the calamity fog, its materials are no different from those of the original.

Thus, the massive number of terrifying demons were transformed into resources for humanity.

The distribution of the spoils was quickly decided at an emergency postwar meeting.

All forces responded to the distress call and dispatched resources, including soldiers, supplies, and technology.

The giant cities and families that participated in this "forced siege" against the disaster fog all received extremely generous resource quotas commensurate with their contributions.

This is not merely a material reward, but also a recognition of their courage and responsibility, and a bond that sustains the Human Alliance.

At the very top of this allocation list are the champion team and Border City.

No one questioned it, no one objected. The achievements of the championship team need no further explanation!

Thus, all the psionic artisans within the giant city were mobilized.

Almost all the night watchmen on the champion team have been equipped with A-level gear. The few who can't use it are simply not of a high enough level.

At the same time, a large amount of resources were poured into the megacity cluster of border cities. Many official powerful figures were equipped with better and stronger psionic weapons.

What's intriguing is the material that comes from the Supreme Terror Demon.

The number of psionic artisans capable of crafting psionic weapons of this caliber is extremely limited throughout the entire human world.

Therefore, the master craftsman from the Nether Sea on the First Border extended an invitation to the champion team. He will forge divine weapons for the heroes!
The champion team accepted the invitation and will travel to Border City One in a few days.

The news circulated throughout the great city and, upon being learned of, was immediately sent to an inconspicuous settlement in the wilderness.

“Lord Wei Yang, the ninth champion will be heading to Border City Number One!” A deep voice echoed in the room: “The three Star Walkers are ready.”

"Very good. Let him continue guiding those people from the forbidden zone towards Border City Number One. It seems we guessed his intentions correctly, even without the Book of Destiny." A crisp laugh rang out: "We'll set things right!" (End of Chapter)