Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

With all the 'outsiders' either fallen or fled, the core fighting forces of all the alien civilizations have been wiped out. In this world, human civilization has become the sole hegemon, and the remaining alien forces are no longer capable of posing a threat.

The seven human heroes acted decisively, drawing tens of thousands of elite troops from the Abyss defenses and dividing them into multiple groups to attack the remaining strongholds of the Chaos Cult and the alien city-states.

With Li Yelai, the Eternal Chosen One, overseeing things, receiving the wonders and resources left behind by the Chaos faction becomes a piece of cake. These precious spoils will be able to give rise to more divine beings and even new great supernatural beings for human civilization!
Each great master of supernatural powers foreshadows the establishment of a city-state.
No, without the threats of alien races and chaos, humanity will not be confined to city-states, but will gain much larger territories. Unified nations may even emerge!
Actions against foreign city-states were even more ruthless. Everyone knew the ancient prophecy.

If we want to curb and eradicate the scarlet curse that devours the world, only one civilization can survive on this land!
Therefore, it would be best to seize the wonders of the alien race if possible; if that is not possible, then we must not hesitate to completely destroy them! We must never give the alien race any chance to rise from the ashes and threaten human civilization again!

The remaining human heroes continued to hold the Abyss defenses, ensuring the stability of the main battlefield while remaining vigilant against any sporadic counterattacks.

On the front lines of the battle, humanity has become a detached spectator.

The combined protection of the abyss and the no-fly zone laws ensures that any sporadic outbreaks of war are quickly extinguished. Humanity's defenses are now impregnable.

Meanwhile, in the bloody purgatory on the other side of the abyss, the situation is developing in a bizarre direction.

Both the alien legions and the Chaos Legion suffered heavy losses under the endless onslaught of the Wanderers.

Of course, the Wanderers also paid a terrible price. After losing their commander, they could only charge on instinct and were swarmed by the alien race's treacherous techniques and chaotic evil magic.

However, they had no morale whatsoever; death only fueled their madness, and the two sides were locked in a brutal war of attrition.

In the midst of this chaos, the remaining Chaos cultists erupted with a chilling fanaticism. Instead of fleeing, they roared battle cries and launched suicidal attacks on all living things:

"Please, Lord Emperor Fall, offer your blood as a sacrifice to King Cheng!"

This is clearly the style of the Blood God faction.

Li Yelai was able to forcibly command the Chaos Legion because of his supreme authority as the Eternal Chosen One, but he could not forcibly command the Demon Generals and believers. They were not stupid; Li Yelai's actions clearly showed that he had betrayed the gods, so naturally they wanted to escape.

Anyway, those demon generals ran very fast, but they couldn't cause any trouble.

But these remaining believers were different; they were not foolish, but rather chose utter madness. They even actively embraced corruption, transforming into Chaos Eggs, solely to slaughter more lives on the battlefield.

All their actions were for one ultimate goal: blood sacrifice!
"So many powerful figures, so many living beings! Slaughter them all, to provide a blood sacrifice for Emperor Yan's ascension to the throne!"

"Lord Emperor Fall! You truly led us to this greatest battlefield! Awesome! Exhilarating!"

"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Transform this world into your divine kingdom!"

Blood sacrifice—this is the ultimate desire of the Chaos faction.

As long as a sufficient quantity and quality of offerings are made, the chosen one can use this opportunity to "ascend to demonhood," transcend the boundaries of the mortal world, ascend to heaven in one step, and become a powerful Chaos Prince!

Now, this battlefield is piled high with corpses. Millions of wanderers, alien warriors, and even the Chaos Legion itself. The lives and souls they contain have formed an unprecedented, perfect altar, sufficient to support a chosen one to ascend the throne of a prince!

The conditions have been met.

However, no matter how these fanatical believers roared, fought, or sacrificed themselves along with their enemies,
The being they longed for never responded.

There was no descent, no guidance, no absorption of this vast flesh and soul. The chosen one they awaited was currently in a room within a fortress on the Abyss Line.

A heavy curtain hung down behind him, dividing the room into two spaces. A slender, pale hand, glistening with water droplets, emerged from the edge of the curtain, gripping his wrist tightly, the knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Behind the curtain, the sound of water pattered softly, and the rising steam carried a faint, pleasant scent of soapberry. The subtle rustling of water against his skin, along with the hushed gasps of the female warriors helping him, reached his ears clearly.

"These legs... feel longer than my life," a voice exclaimed in amazement.

"Wow, it's huge. Is the nutrition in the outside world especially good for people?" another voice asked curiously.

"There's a wound here, should we treat it?"

"It's already healed without even leaving a scar. What an amazing physique. Great supernatural power... no, a psychic overlord."

The Little Mad King is currently in a special state; once he is separated from the Little Mad King by a certain distance, he will exhibit strong anxiety and stress reactions.

Left with no other choice, they had to resort to this expedient measure: several reliable female warriors assisted her in cleaning her body and changing her clothes behind a curtain, while they stayed behind to guard her.

It was a little awkward, but if it were Little Mad King, whether she was confused or not, she wouldn't seem to be embarrassed by it.
Li Yelai thought to himself, "Could it be that after soaking in the Chaos Sea, she's forgotten all the lectures I gave her before?"

He could hear the soft cloth rubbing against his smooth skin, and the gentle sound of water droplets falling from his hair back into the bathtub.

For a moment, the sounds behind the curtain fell silent, and then it seemed as if someone was getting up from the bathtub.

Then came the soft rustling of fabric against delicate skin as she changed clothes. The sound was so faint, yet it stirred something indescribable in the air.

"Alright. Let go for a moment," a female soldier's voice came, carrying the relief of having completed her mission.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yelai felt the hand gripping his wrist loosen.

A few seconds later, the curtain was gently pulled back.

The Little Mad King, dressed in a simple and neat casual outfit, came out. Her wet black hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, and water droplets slid down her graceful and slender neck and into her collar.

Her originally sharp features softened with a blank expression. She remained silent, her empty eyes looking at Li Yelai. Then, quite naturally, she reached out again, grabbed his arm, and returned to the place she had chosen.

The female soldiers exchanged a knowing smile with each other.

Su Qiao said with a smile, "The Chaos Believers are waiting for you to sacrifice them with your blood."

She snapped her fingers, and golden flames appeared, raising the temperature in the room slightly, drying the little mad king's wet hair. She then went forward and curled her long hair, tying it into a princess braid.
"Then I'll have to let them down badly." Li Yelai coughed lightly.

Li Yelai doesn't touch blood sacrifices, fearing that the Chaos God will force-feed him into turning him into a cream puff.

However, he still took out the three Chaos Artifacts he was carrying.

The next moment, the blood sacrifice power of the entire battlefield surged into the three Chaos Artifacts. Their efforts would not be wasted; their power would become a heavy hammer to strike humanity's enemies! (End of Chapter)