Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The evil artifact blazed with light, its malevolent aura overwhelming. A strange black halo enveloped the entire Trade Alliance, and a destructive aura swept across the area, sending chills down everyone's spine. Ling Xuan stood in the center of the evil artifact, his face filled with a maniacal smile, his eyes showing no fear, only a resolute determination to perish together with it.

"Huang Yiming, it's too late!" Ling Xuan laughed wildly, continuously pouring spiritual power into the evil artifact. "Today, I will detonate the evil artifact and turn you, your Trade Alliance, and all those who betrayed me into ashes! What I can't have, no one else can have!"

Huang Yiming sped away, his heart filled with anxiety. He circulated his late-stage Golden Core spiritual energy at full power, causing the air around him to fluctuate violently. He knew that once the evil artifact detonated, not only would the Trade Alliance be destroyed, but the five women beside him and the cultivators from the Two Realms Legion would also be reduced to dust. He absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.

"Lingxi, use the power of spiritual plants to temporarily suppress the evil energy of the evil artifact! Qingyue, mobilize all drones to launch armor-piercing rounds to interfere with Lingxuan's spiritual energy circulation!" Huang Yiming shouted as he sped along, his tone firm and without the slightest panic.

"Understood!" Lingxi immediately raised her hand, and green light surged around her. Countless spirit vines broke through the ground and wrapped around the evil artifact. The power of the spirit plants was slowly injected, trying to suppress the evil artifact's fluctuations. Su Qingyue immediately gave the order, and hundreds of drones took off and fired armor-piercing shells at Ling Xuan. Dense shells whistled and rushed towards Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan's expression changed, and he had no choice but to divert some of his spiritual power to defend against the armor-piercing bullets. However, this weakened the spiritual power injected into the evil artifact, and the artifact's fluctuations also slowed down. Huang Yiming seized this opportunity, flashing to Ling Xuan's side and waving the Demon Abyss Token in his hand, sending a black spiritual energy straight towards the evil artifact.

"Don't even think about stopping me!" Ling Xuan roared, abandoning his defense against the armor-piercing bullets and pouring all his spiritual power into the evil artifact. The artifact's energy surged again, and the spirit vines withered instantly from the scorching evil energy. Seeing this, Huang Yiming no longer hesitated. He affixed the Demon Abyss Token to the evil artifact and used his system technique to absorb its evil energy with all his might, while simultaneously mobilizing the power of the two realms' origins to suppress the artifact's explosion.

The Demon Abyss Token resonated strongly with the ancient evil artifact, and black evil energy continuously poured into the Demon Abyss Token, which was then transformed into Huang Yiming's own spiritual energy. The light of the evil artifact gradually dimmed, and its fluctuations weakened, temporarily alleviating the crisis of the explosion.

Enraged by this, Ling Xuan raised his hand and struck Huang Yiming on the back. Huang Yiming dodged the attack and struck Ling Xuan in the chest with his own hand. Ling Xuan screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward, his spiritual energy in disarray, and he could no longer control the evil weapon.

"Impossible! The evil artifact is mine, how could you possibly control it?" Ling Xuan roared, his eyes filled with resentment, as he charged towards Huang Yiming, trying to reclaim the evil artifact. Huang Yiming sneered, and with a wave of the Demon Abyss Token, a black spiritual energy bound Ling Xuan, rendering him unable to move.

Huang Yiming slowly walked to the evil artifact, reached out and grasped it. The evil energy of the artifact was instantly absorbed by the Demon Abyss Token, and it calmed down completely. Looking at the evil artifact in his hand, that vague ancient memory resurfaced in his mind—a thousand years ago, the demon race invaded the Azure Netherworld. This evil artifact was the demon race's vanguard weapon, stained with the blood of countless lives. The ancestors of the Heavenly Evolution Sect were the demon race's lackeys, responsible for guarding this evil artifact, waiting for an opportunity to break the demon race's seal again.

"Ling Xuan, you think you're using the demons, but little do you know that from the very beginning, you've been controlled by them." Huang Yiming's tone was icy as his gaze fell on Ling Xuan's chest, where there was an extremely tiny black mark hidden beneath his clothes, emanating a faint evil aura.

Ling Xuan's expression changed, and he instinctively clutched his chest: "You...how did you know? This is impossible! I wasn't controlled by the demons, I was just cooperating with them!"

"Cooperation?" Huang Yiming sneered, raising his hand and striking Ling Xuan's chest with a burst of spiritual energy. The black mark instantly appeared, its malevolent aura surging. "This demonic mark was planted by a high-level demon cultivator. Once planted, one's mind will be controlled by the demons, turning them into their puppets. What you perceive as ambition, what you perceive as cooperation, is nothing but a demonic scheme. They merely want to use you to break the demonic seal and invade both realms once more!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Xuan was struck dumb, trembling all over, his eyes filled with disbelief. He recalled his actions over the years, his reckless attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, his collusion with the demons, and the slaughter of his fellow disciples. It turned out that none of this was his own will, but rather the result of being controlled by the demons.

"No...it's impossible..." Ling Xuan roared in despair, "I am the patriarch of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, how could I be controlled by the demons? How could I become a puppet?"

"Not only are you being controlled, but your ancestors were also puppets of the demon race," Huang Yiming continued. "A thousand years ago, your ancestors colluded with the demon race to keep the evil artifact and attempted to break the seal, but the spirit race and the dragon race joined forces to stop them. Now, the demon race has returned, once again using the Tianyan Sect and you, all to complete the conspiracy that was left unfinished a thousand years ago."

Qin Yuling, Su Qingyue, and the others were shocked upon hearing this. They never expected that the Tianyan Sect would hide such secrets, that Ling Xuan was merely a puppet of the Demon Clan, and that a thousand years ago there was a history of the Spirit Clan and the Dragon Clan joining forces to fight against the Demon Clan—this coincided with the secrets of the Spirit Clan that Ling Xi occasionally mentioned in the first eight volumes, and also laid a deeper foreshadowing for the origin of the system.

Ling Xuan completely collapsed, his eyes filled with despair and regret. He had spent his life pursuing cultivation and power, wanting to rule the Azure Netherworld, but in the end, he was just a puppet of the demon race. He had personally destroyed the Heavenly Evolution Sect, personally killed countless fellow disciples, and become a sinner for all time.

"Huang Yiming, I'm not reconciled..." Ling Xuan raised his head, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "I was controlled by the demons, powerless to control myself, yet you destroyed everything I had, destroyed the Tianyan Sect! Today, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xuan suddenly channeled the remaining spiritual energy in his body, intending to detonate his dantian and perish together with Huang Yiming. Seeing this, Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand, striking Ling Xuan's dantian with his palm, stopping him. Ling Xuan screamed in agony as his dantian shattered, his spiritual energy dissipated, and his aura instantly weakened.

Just then, the demonic seal on Ling Xuan's chest suddenly erupted with a black light, and an unfamiliar yet powerful demonic pressure emanated from the seal, instantly sweeping across the entire area. Huang Yiming's expression changed, his eyes filled with vigilance—this pressure was far stronger than that of the demonic envoy from before, possessing at least the combat power of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Clearly, a high-level demonic cultivator who had implanted the demonic seal was transmitting power through it.

"Huang Yiming, you have ruined my Demon Clan's grand plan! I will tear you to pieces!" A cold yet majestic voice echoed from the demonic seal, carrying overwhelming killing intent. "Once my army arrives, we will raze the Azure Netherworld to the ground, open the passage between the two realms, and let the Demon Clan's army sweep across the entire mortal realm and the mystical realm!"

As the voice faded, the light of the demonic seal gradually dimmed, and its oppressive aura vanished. Ling Xuan collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless—he had been consumed by the power of the demonic seal, his soul scattered.

Huang Yiming stared at Ling Xuan's corpse, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Ling Xuan, ambitious throughout his life, had become a puppet of the demon race, ultimately meeting a tragic end, his soul scattered. But he also knew that this was only the beginning. The Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator who had planted the demonic mark, and the approaching demon army, were the real threats.

"Clean up the battlefield, recruit the surrendered cultivators, and treat the wounded brothers." Huang Yiming turned to the five women, his tone firm. "Yang Xiu, you are in charge of counting casualties and treating the wounded; Qing Yue, you are in charge of mobilizing resources and reinforcing the Trade Alliance's formation; Ling Xi, you are in charge of continuing to investigate the demonic aura and keeping an eye on the movements of the demonic army; Yu Ling and Zi Yao, you are in charge of training the Two Realms Legion and preparing to fight against the demonic army."

"Yes!" the five women responded in unison, each taking on their assigned duties and quickly throwing themselves into the post-battle cleanup and preparations for war. The cultivators of the two-realm legions also sprang into action, cleaning up the battlefield and repairing the great formation, ensuring the smooth operation of the entire Trade Alliance.

Holding the Demon Abyss Token and the ancient evil artifact, Huang Yiming stood atop the city tower of the Trade Alliance, gazing at the distant horizon with a solemn expression. He could sense the brief but exceptionally powerful pressure from the high-level Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator, and the demon army was rapidly approaching. What puzzled him even more was that the aura emanating from the demonic seal seemed to have a slight connection to the myriad realms' aura he had occasionally sensed in the first eight volumes.

Just then, Yang Xiu rushed over, his face showing some anxiety: "Sect Master, an urgent message has arrived from the Spirit Clan. Ling Xi's clansmen say that the abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations in the Spirit Clan's sacred land are becoming increasingly intense. After investigation, it is found that it is not an ancient spiritual vein, but the third fragment of an ancient time-travel artifact! However, a large number of demon cultivators are currently vying for the fragment, and it may be taken away by the demons at any time!"

Huang Yiming's expression changed drastically, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. An ancient time-traveling fragment! He already possessed one; if he could collect all three, he could unlock the system's interdimensional travel function and even fuse the power of two realms' origins to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. But now the fragment had been seized by demon cultivators. If it fell into their hands, not only would he be unable to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, but the demons might also use the fragment's power to break their seal—the consequences would be unimaginable.

He gripped the Demon Abyss Token tightly, his tone resolute: "Immediately summon the elite forces of both realms and escort them to the Spirit Clan's sacred land to seize the ancient time-travel fragment! No matter the cost, we must retrieve the fragment; we cannot allow it to fall into the hands of the Demon Clan!"

A new battle is about to begin. What Huang Yiming doesn't know is that among the demon cultivators vying for the fragments, there is one whose combat power far surpasses his own. Moreover, deep within the Spirit Clan's sacred land lies a shocking secret closely related to the system, the Demon Abyss Token, and the ancient fragments, waiting for him to uncover it.