Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Deep in the mountains, the surviving soldiers ignited the flames of their souls and offered a solemn prayer.

"The great being who walks in the abyss of eternal night, the Lord of Azure Flames who tears through the veil of despair!"

"We are willing to use our broken bodies as fuel to ignite this flame of hope!"

"With my flesh and blood, I will transform into azure flames!"

The original strategic mission of these warriors, gathered by the dawn, was simply to use the rugged terrain to contain the alien army and the Bystanders.

The strategic objectives of this war have now been achieved.

With the decapitation strike successful, the alien civilization completely lost control of the Wanderers. The out-of-control monsters began to turn against their former manipulators, drawing the flames of war to the alien city-states and legions.

But at this moment, they still chose to ignite this self-destructive fire and charge into the battlefield without hesitation.

Because the great Lord of Azure Flames is casting His gaze upon this bloody battlefield, engaging in a fierce struggle with the Chaos Gods.

There are fellow human beings there who need their help!

That figure was crucial, carrying the dawn and hope.

So they made their choice, embarking on their journey once more, igniting the blue flame that symbolizes hope, and using their burning lives to tear open the night of despair for their compatriots and welcome the dawn!
One by one, figures charged into the battlefield without hesitation, transforming into streaks of azure meteors. What they burned was not just flesh and blood, but also their remaining life and will. Each burst of azure flame tore a rift in the despairing night that shrouded the battlefield.

In this torrent of death, some looked back towards their hometowns, some silently recited the names of their dearest friends, and some shouted the code names of their fallen comrades. But their steps did not falter, for there was hope ahead that needed to be protected.

The azure flames coalesced into a raging torrent, surging towards the heart of the battlefield. Wherever they passed, the wandering souls melted away like ice and snow, and the alien legions fled in terror. These were no ordinary flames; they were hope itself burning, the final light of countless souls protecting their brethren.

At the end of the path paved by this burning fire, dawn is breaking.

However, the roar from the highest heavens resounded throughout the world.

"Find him before Qingyan, he is mine!" The Blood God's roar exploded like thunder in the minds of all the chosen ones, his violent will almost tearing their souls apart.

"He is my son, your brother, and must return to my embrace!" The decaying voice of the Father of Plague echoed in the void, as if a call from the deepest part of the Plague Garden.

"Let him be my guide in the world, to continue spreading art and beauty!" The alluring voice flowed like honey, yet carried an irresistible authority.

At that moment, the Chaos faction on the battlefield went completely mad.

They, too, forgot their initial purpose for coming to this battlefield, forgot why they were to fight against the alien races and the wanderers. But driven by the divine oracle, they abandoned all thought!
Since our Lord desires that human, then he must be our chosen one!
The Chosen Ones of Chaos roared with earth-shattering fury, their divinity bursting forth in a moment of unbridled rage. For the evil god they worshipped, they were willing to pay any price!
The vampires wielded greatswords forged from flesh and metal, slicing through the wanderers and alien races before them like straw, leaving the battlefield a scene of flying blood and gore.

The Plague Knights launched a death charge; their rotting warhorses trampled the earth, causing it to rot. Like a poisoned dagger, they slashed deep into the remaining ranks of the alien army.

The succubus and the banshee let out piercing screams, and the eerie sounds caused countless wanderers to clutch their heads and wail in agony, killing each other in extreme pain.

However, just as the Chaos Legion was advancing frantically, a cunning and triumphant laugh suddenly came from the sky.

A new force, never before seen, suddenly appeared on the battlefield like a ghost.

They possess wings that shimmer like jewels and wield long staffs inlaid with eerie runes. With each swing of their staffs, psychic turbulence spreads and twists across the battlefield like venomous snakes.

Those were the Chaos Elite, who had never appeared in thousands of years, from the most mysterious and treacherous elite legion.

Witch!

Their cunning eyes swept across the battlefield, as if admiring their carefully laid-out chess game.

With the wave of the staff, the structure of reality began to distort, and the rules of space were rewritten. The addition of this new force made the already chaotic battlefield even more unpredictable.

At the same time, they joined forces to unleash a forbidden ritual, releasing a bizarre meteor shower that bombarded the entire battlefield.

"A trick!"

"What a bastard!"

"*%……&%……%……￥"

The other factions of the Chosen of Chaos roared in anger, but having just endured a bloody battle, they were no longer at their peak. Facing three Chosen of the Devious Path who had just entered their divine favored state and were in perfect condition, their movements appeared sluggish and powerless.

Two dogs fight, play off.

Now, the cunning fisherman has finally shown himself, ready to reap the most precious spoils of this chaos!

The Chosen One of the Deceitful Path, Dao Mou, laughed heartily: "Did you see that? My lord, that was truly the most spectacular performance ever!"

He was so excited he almost trembled, having seized the treasure that the other gods coveted right under their noses!
Incompetent gods!
You can only watch helplessly!

Hahahaha!

"This moment!" Dao Mou's laughter echoed across the battlefield: "It belongs to our unorthodox path! Remember it all!"

His gaze locked onto the man and woman fighting fiercely among the wanderers. They emanated no spiritual energy or divinity, relying solely on their physical strength to rout the monsters.

Moreover, their combat skills are becoming more proficient at an astonishing rate, as if dormant memories are gradually awakening.

Is this what the gods are fighting over?
So powerful, yet so fragile. What's even stranger is that they are completely unknown to us.

That's hilarious, absolutely hilarious!
However, the next moment, a powerful divine aura suddenly erupted in the distance, making Dao Mou take notice; it was human heroes rushing over.

The ignition of the Azure Flame and the riot by the Chaos faction alarmed the human powerhouses on the front lines.

Did they also forget the existence of that man, but still choose to help their fellow human beings?

"Hahaha," Dao Mou laughed with delight.

He never worries about surprises; change is the biggest surprise.

But this time, no one could stop them!
His divine aura erupted with an unprecedented pressure, even distorting space itself. Human heroes had probably forgotten that the chosen one, in his divine favor, was the strongest being in the world!

The chosen ones of the other Chaos factions were already exhausted, only the Devious Path retained its full fighting strength. This meant that they were unstoppable!
Dao Mou led the Witch Demon Legion like a sharp sword, charging into the chaotic battlefield. With their speed, they were certain they could intercept the man and the Azure Flame Cultists before they could reunite!

That man may have once been powerful, but now he has lost all divinity and psychic energy, even his memories have been stripped away. In such a state, how could he possibly be a match for the chosen ones? The lich warriors waved their staffs, and eerie psychic ripples spread across the battlefield. Wherever they passed, space was distorted, and reality was rewritten. The wanderers were turned into twisted chunks of flesh under this power, not even having time to utter a scream.

Dao Mou's figure swept across the battlefield like a ghost, heading straight for the man in the midst of the slaughter.

Meanwhile, in the distance, human heroes are desperately trying to break through the numerous obstacles set up by the witches. The followers of the Azure Flame are burning their lives, attempting to forge a path to manhood.

But it was too late; Dao Mou was faster!

However, just as he was about to succeed, an unprecedented feeling of exhaustion swept over him. The divinity within him vanished abruptly, like the receding tide!

No, it wasn't just him.

The divine radiance of the other two Chosen Ones also dimmed at the same time, and the divine favor of all the Chosen Ones of Chaos on the battlefield completely collapsed in that instant!

In a daze, the consciousness of the chosen ones seemed to be drawn to the battlefield of the highest heavens.

A colossal black hole was slowly rotating there, radiating a terrifying pressure that could devour everything. This power had directly severed all connection between the Supreme Heaven and the material world!
Divine favor, as the name suggests, is a gift from the gods, a power bestowed upon one's retinue by the Most High Heaven.

But at this moment, an extremely powerful being in the highest heaven directly severed the favor of all the gods!

Cut it off completely at the source!

The chosen ones' expressions changed drastically. The sudden disappearance of divine favor caused their divinity to spiral out of control, and their previously surging power surged wildly within them.

Even the usually calm Dao Mou was taken aback. To cut off all divine favor directly was an astonishing move!

However, even without divine favor, they have only fallen from the level of "invincible among their peers" to a level comparable to great supernatural beings. They are still top-tier combat power on the battlefield and can still complete the tasks entrusted to them by the gods!

Dao Mou suppressed the restless divine nature within him and was about to lead his troops to continue their advance.
An extremely strong sense of danger suddenly struck!

impossible!
Dao Mou's first reaction was denial. Even if he had lost divine favor, who present could threaten him?
The next moment, his gaze abruptly shifted to the distance; the source of danger did not come from the battlefield before him, but rather...
The place where he stored the wonders!

His gaze seemed to pierce through mountains and rivers, landing on a wonder hidden deep within ancient ruins. And at that moment, before that wonder, a dark figure stood silently.

That is the Chosen One, the Supreme Ruler!

"Fine, fine, Jun Fu, you're playing this game, aren't you? I'm really impressed." Dao Mou laughed in fury. As a master of cunning and treacherous schemes, he was actually laughing out loud in anger. The wonder he had painstakingly hidden and protected had actually been discovered so easily?
At the same time, the spectacular sight of 'Jun Fu' raising his long sword and devising a plan in the distance suddenly exploded!

Dao Mou, who was at the Great Divine Power level, experienced a rapid loss of power within his body, like a dam bursting, causing his cultivation level to plummet until he finally crashed back to the Sixth Awakening level!
This caused his speed to drop sharply again, and the backlash from the destruction of the wonder made it difficult for him to move.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the blue-flame arrow fueled by life itself had burned to its final moments.

They were the human force closest to that man, yet they paid the most devastating price on their path to him. Igniting themselves into blue flames, this force, originally numbering less than ten thousand, was mercilessly annihilated in this endless mill of flesh and blood.

When the last warrior broke through the encirclement and appeared before the man, she had almost burned herself out.

She was a petite young female warrior, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She struggled to raise her head, and the blue flames around her flickered like a candle in the wind.

She gazed at the figure still surrounded by endless wanderers, yet still fighting fiercely, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

She didn't know why she was standing there.

Those warriors, stronger and more experienced than her, fell one by one on the path ahead, paving the way for her final journey with their lives. Their sacrifice transformed into the burning blue flames beneath her feet, propelling her here.

The girl opened her mouth, as if to say something, but only coughed out a wisp of blue flame. Her vision began to blur, and her body swayed precariously.

Just as she was about to fall, a strong arm caught her.

The man had somehow gotten to her side, and something seemed to be awakening in his previously blank eyes.

He looked down at the girl who had almost burned out.

A final glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the girl's eyes. With her last strength, she placed her hand on the man's chest, and blue flames flowed from her fingertips onto his body.

This is not an attack, but a legacy, a final ritual entrusting the will and hope of all the sacrificed warriors to him.

“Remember, my fellow human beings,” she said softly, her voice like a sigh. “You are human.”

"I don't know who you are, nor do I remember who saved us."

"But I..."

May you be invincible!

As the words fell, the blue flames on the girl's body burned out, and her arms fell limply to her sides. Death did not bring the girl pain, but rather a sense of relief and anticipation.
The man silently laid her body down, and as he stood up, his champion's cape billowed wildly behind him.

The azure flames surged into the man's flesh and blood, into the depths of his consciousness, and into the sea of ​​heroic spirits.

The deleted memories seem to be forcibly restored, and the dawn is just around the corner!
At that moment, a deafening roar resounded from the depths of the Sea of ​​Heroes, as the roar of Azure Flame True Monarch and the Ninth Champion resonated across time and space.

The Divine Demon Monument then awakened, and the causal power of the calamity spread like ripples, forcefully tearing away the fog that concealed the truth!

A battle hymn-like declaration resounded from the champion's cape, every syllable proclaiming: The champion has arrived!

That being, forgotten by all, has returned!

The man took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he wanted to devour the air on this battlefield.

Within the illusory realm, the base emerged, no longer illusory, but becoming incredibly solid.

Even this locked-down virtual realm is now cheering.

On the battlefield, however, the wanderers were filled with fear. This man, whom they regarded as a 'delicacy,' was now releasing an aura that instilled terror in them.

Finally, the man exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I am," the man whispered, "Li Yelai."

At that moment, the Chosen Ones of Chaos were surprisingly united in their thoughts: Damn it, we're going to die! (End of Chapter)