Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Overestimating himself..."

The demon god hadn't finished his final taunt.

Yang Xian casually swung the Thunder Blade in his hand.

The demon god's body vanished silently.

Along with the wisp of divine soul attached to it, it was completely wiped out by this one strike, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

died……

That great demon who plunged countless people into despair is finally dead...

Amidst the ruins, the surviving residents of Nanhai City witnessed this scene.

They didn't cheer or jump for joy; their first reaction was to burst into tears.

The emotions that could no longer be suppressed were finally released!

The cries soon merged into one, echoing over the ruined city.

This is not a celebration of victory.

This is the relief of surviving a disaster!

This is the catharsis of revenge!

This is the sorrow of a homeland destroyed!

This is the grief of losing loved ones!

Among them were their families, as well as the warriors who risked their lives.

Just then, someone noticed the movement of the golden figure in the sky.

"Look! That sir..."

"He flew towards the largest spatial rift!"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats once again.

Yang Xian hovered before the enormous, abyss-like spatial rift, his body radiating golden light that dispelled all the surrounding darkness.

He gazed into the depths of the crevice.

In that endless darkness, a pair of purple eyes were also watching him.

It seemed to be a silent provocation—we live in two different worlds, what can you do to me?

"You think I can't hurt you..."

"But my blade can cleave even space itself!"

Amidst the stunned gazes of countless people below, Yang Xian clasped his hands together and slowly raised the Thunder Blade.

next moment……

Om-!

As Yang Xian raised his sword, his aura surged at an unprecedented speed, illuminating half the sky with golden light, even stirring up the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

At the other end of the rift, for the first time, terror was revealed in those purple eyes.

The demon god was terrified!

This deity, who had lived for countless ages and regarded all things as ants, finally experienced the emotion called fear.

It tried to escape, but it was too late the moment Yang Xian raised his knife!

"Dimensional Slash!"

The straight blade swung down.

An invisible, sharp blade ripped through the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky were neatly cut apart, revealing the twilight sky.

The terrifying spatial rift was severed in the middle, and from the other end of the rift, a roar filled with pain and rage could be faintly heard.

One of those purple eyes was completely destroyed, forever extinguished in the darkness.

If Yang Xian hadn't advanced to the ninth realm in such a short time and hadn't had such a deep understanding of the laws, he would have been absolutely certain that his strike would have completely annihilated the opponent's true form.

The threat from the abyss has been temporarily averted.

South Sea City... won.

However, no one can feel joy about this.

My home is gone, and so are my family.

There are never any true victors in war.

Yang Xian gazed at the blood-red sunset on the horizon, speechless for a long time…

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The former site of Chengwu University.

Yang Xian stood in front of two simple tombstones, behind which were two newly piled mounds of earth.

"Senior Liang, Professor Du..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't avenge you."

He murmured that bringing their bodies back here for burial was the last thing he could do.

"Yang Xian? What are you doing here?"

An old voice came from behind.

Principal Huang dragged his battered body over, and when he saw the words on the two tombstones, he froze.

The Tomb of Liang Gaoyi.

The Tomb of Du Gu.

No wonder... no wonder that after the battle, even after mobilizing everyone, we couldn't find the bodies of Du Gu and Liang Gaoyi.

He was still not giving up, so he went back to school, only to see this scene.

And then, recalling the scene where the golden figure was holding Liang Gaoyi...

It turns out that the mysterious Nine Realms was actually Yang Xian!

"Yang Xian, have you already...?" Principal Huang asked, his voice trembling.

"Principal Huang, you guessed right." Yang Xian admitted calmly without turning around.

"Why!"

Principal Huang slapped his head hard, overwhelmed with regret and self-reproach.

"I should have thought of that! I should have thought of that so soon!"

"It's all our old folks' fault for being useless! If we weren't so incompetent, you kids wouldn't be stuck in the front lines! We're the ones who deserve to die!"

"Principal, don't say that." Yang Xian finally turned around. "If it weren't for your desperate efforts to buy time, Senior Liang and I wouldn't have made it to the end, and Nanhai City would have been gone long ago."

When Leung Ko-yee was mentioned, both men fell into a long silence.

After a moment, Principal Huang seemed to remember something.

"Wait here for me, I'll go find something for you, I should be able to find it..."

After saying that, he limped toward the ruins of the administration building.

Not long after, Principal Huang returned carrying a dusty box.

"Here you go!"

"What is this?" Yang Xian took it, and it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He examined it closely and found that the box was very well made, and it was even engraved with the emblem of Chengwu University.

"This is something Liang Gaoyi asked me to prepare for you." Principal Huang's voice was choked with emotion.

"Originally, he planned to give it to you personally after you won first place in this freshman competition."

"The result...sigh!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he gently opened the box.

Inside the box, a straight, jet-black knife lay quietly on red silk.

Yang Xian reached out and gently stroked the cold blade.

The blade is long and narrow with smooth lines. It is of superior quality and feels great in the hand, and it matches Yang Xian's own temperament exceptionally well.

The image of Liang Gaoyi seemed to reappear before his eyes.

"Thank you, senior..."

Yang Xian said softly, holding this last gift tightly in his arms.

"So, what are you planning to do next?" Principal Huang composed himself. "How are you going to explain this to your female confidantes?"

Principal Huang knew very well that using "the torch" meant that his life was entering its final countdown.

Yang Xian really doesn't have much time left.

"I don't plan to tell them." Yang Xian shook his head. "I don't dare, and I don't want to see them sad. I think... I'll just leave like this."

He paused, then looked up at the setting sun on the horizon.

"As for when to tell them... let's delay it for as long as possible."

"It would be best...it would be best to wait until the baby is safely delivered before you find an opportunity to talk to them."

Yang Xian then briefly explained some of his final arrangements, emphasizing the immense help the Boundary Wolf Clan had provided in this incident and hoping that the human leadership would offer appropriate rewards.

"Alright, I respect your decision." Principal Huang nodded heavily, then saw Yang Xian turn away.

"Hey! Where are you going now?"

"Find a secluded place and die quietly." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xian's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

A light, airy remark echoed in the air.

"I don't really belong here..."

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Night fell.

Yang Xian sat alone on a hilltop outside Nanhai City, gazing at the distant city ruins.

Unlike before, the once brightly lit city now has only a few faint lights flickering in the darkness, with mostly deathly silence.

"I'm going to die again..." Yang Xian leaned against the black knife Liang Gaoyi had given him, feeling surprisingly calm.

"Which world will I go to in my next life?"

"Should I return to my original world, or embark on a completely new journey?"

"Forget it, life is too tiring. It's better not to have a next life."

His consciousness gradually sank, his life force was rapidly draining away, and the world before his eyes began to blur.

I don't know how much time has passed; perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it was eternity.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in endless darkness.

Not far away, a soft golden light caught his attention.

"You're awake?"

A gentle male voice came from the golden light.

Yang Xian looked somewhat bewildered: "Who are you?"

The golden figure seemed to ponder for a moment.

"Who am I? Let me think..."

A moment later, the golden figure slowly turned around, revealing a face that was not clearly visible.

"Oh, right!"

They all call me...

"The Martial God of China!"