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

The urgent message from the Spirit Clan's holy land resounded like thunder throughout the Trade Alliance's headquarters. Huang Yiming, who had just comforted the heavily injured Zi Yao, still feeling the coolness of the Demon Abyss Token on his fingertips, instantly rose upon hearing the message. The pressure of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator unconsciously emanated from his body, causing the tables and chairs in the hall to tremble slightly. "Yu Ling, Zi Yao, stay behind. Qing Yue, Ling Xi, and Yang Xiu, come with me. We must retrieve the third fragment of the Ancient Time Traveler!"

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Yiming had already grabbed the Demon Abyss Token and darted out of the hall. Su Qingyue had already arranged for modern fighter jets and heavy weapons, and transport pods loaded with armor-piercing rounds and rocket launchers quickly arrived through the interdimensional passage; Ling Xi was surrounded by green light, and the Spirit Clan members, holding spirit blades, stood in neat rows waiting; Yang Xiu, carrying a storage bag full of healing pills and supplies, hurried after them, his eyes full of worry: "Sect Master, since the Demon Clan cultivators dared to seize the fragments, they must have been prepared. We must not underestimate them."

Huang Yiming turned around, patted Yang Xiu's shoulder, and glanced at Su Qingyue and Ling Xi beside him, whose expressions were firm. His tone was deep and powerful: "We were able to crack the schemes of the Black Stone Sect and the Azure Cloud Sect in the first eight volumes. The demon cultivators can't stop us. Ling Xi, the Holy Land is your foundation. With you leading the way, we will achieve twice the result with half the effort. Qingyue, remotely control the weapons and restrain the low-level demons. Yang Xiu, you stay in the rear and provide support and healing at any time."

The elite forces of both realms had assembled, their fighter jets roaring, spiritual energy surging, as they sped towards the Holy Land of the Spirit Clan. Along the way, fragments of memories from the previous volume kept flashing through Huang Yiming's mind—the resonance between the Demon Abyss Token and the ancient evil artifact, the demon invasion a thousand years ago, the mysterious origin of the system. These foreshadowings, like threads, were wrapped around the third fragment, making him increasingly certain that behind the fragment lay a secret powerful enough to shake the balance of power between the two realms.

In less than half an hour, the outline of the Spirit Clan's sacred land had emerged. The once vibrant land, brimming with spiritual energy and ancient trees, was now shrouded in a dense aura of evil. The cobblestone paths were littered with the corpses of Spirit Clan disciples, their blood staining the spiritual springs, and the air thick with the stench of slaughter and malevolent energy. Upon seeing this, Ling tide's eyes reddened, her spiritual energy surging violently, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "You demonic scum, how dare you destroy my Spirit Clan's sacred land!"

Huang Yiming pressed down on Lingxi's shoulder, his expression icy, his gaze piercing through the evil aura and landing on the center of the holy land—a fragment emitting a golden light floated in mid-air, its light faint, being drawn together by several demonic cultivators. The leader, a black-robed cultivator, was surrounded by condensed evil aura, his late-stage Golden Core pressure undisguised, on par with Huang Yiming. "That's the leader of the demons, apparently their vanguard general," Su Qingyue quickly analyzed through the footage transmitted by the drone.

"Attack!" Huang Yiming gave the order, his figure charging forward first. He waved the Demon Abyss Token, sending a black spiritual energy straight at the leading demon general. The black-robed demon sneered, raising his hand to block with a wave of evil energy. After a loud bang, both sides retreated three steps, the ground cracking like a spiderweb from the shockwave. "Huang Yiming, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. However, this ancient fragment will surely belong to my demon race today!" The black-robed demon's voice was hoarse, greed flashing in his eyes.

A fierce battle erupted instantly. Huang Yiming, wielding the Demon Abyss Token, activated his system technique, continuously absorbing the evil energy in the air into the token and transforming it into his own spiritual energy. Ling Xi, with the help of the remaining spiritual energy of the holy land, activated the power of spiritual plants, and countless spiritual vines broke through the soil, entwining the low-level demon cultivators and purifying the evil energy around them. Su Qingyue ordered the fighter jets to fire, and armor-piercing shells roared out, accurately hitting the demon cultivators. Explosions rose and fell, scattering the evil energy in all directions.

Although Zi Yao did not accompany him, she maintained contact with Huang Yiming through the system and conveyed her years of experience fighting against the demons: "Yiming, demon cultivators are wary of the power of extreme yang. You can use the Demon Abyss Token to absorb the evil energy and then inject the power of the origin of the two realms. You will surely be able to severely injure them!" Huang Yiming did as he was told. The Demon Abyss Token shone with black light, absorbing all the evil energy of the black-robed demon. Then, he turned around and struck with his palm, injecting the power of the origin of the two realms, and aimed directly at the opponent's chest.

The black-robed demon's expression changed drastically. In his haste, he raised his hand to block, but was struck by a palm, spitting out a mouthful of black blood and staggering backward. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he no longer held back. His evil aura surged, transforming him into a black shadow as he charged towards the floating ancient fragment, attempting to forcibly seize it. "Don't even think about it!" Huang Yiming flashed, catching up with the black-robed demon. The two engaged in a fierce battle beneath the fragment, their spiritual and evil energies intertwining, causing the fragment's light to shine even brighter.

Ling tide and Su Qingyue worked together to eliminate the remaining demon cultivators, while Yang Xiu moved through the battlefield, healing the wounded Ling Clan disciples. Watching Huang Yiming locked in combat with the black-robed demon, Su Qingyue was worried. She continuously deployed drones for support but dared not fire rashly, fearing she might accidentally injure Huang Yiming. Ling Xi, meanwhile, purified the evil energy while simultaneously channeling spiritual energy into Huang Yiming using the power of spiritual plants; the two worked together seamlessly.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Huang Yiming seized an opening in the black-robed demon's defenses, slamming the Demon Abyss Token into his back. The black-robed demon screamed in agony, losing control and crashing into the floating ancient fragment. The instant their bodies touched the fragment, it suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light, unleashing a powerful suction force that swept Huang Yiming and the black-robed demon away, instantly tearing through space and creating a dark spatial rift.

"Yiming!" Lingxi exclaimed, reaching out to grab Huang Yiming, but only grasping at thin air. The spatial rift rapidly contracted, the light gradually dissipated, and finally closed completely, leaving only a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy in its place. Su Qingyue immediately stopped her attack and rushed to the closing point of the rift, her face pale: "What do we do? The spatial rift is too strange; we can't enter at all!"

Yang Xiu also rushed over, his expression grave as he examined the surrounding spiritual energy: "The sect leader's aura is still there, but it's isolated by the spatial rift and we can't pinpoint its location. The power of this fragment is too great; it's probably the spatial power from ancient times. We can only wait here and remain on guard to prevent any remaining demonic cultivators from coming."

Lingxi wiped away her tears, gripped her spirit blade tightly, and said firmly, "I will definitely wait for Yiming to return. Until then, I will protect the Holy Land and the remaining traces of the fragments." Su Qingyue and Yang Xiu nodded, immediately deploying defenses, clearing the battlefield, and comforting the surviving spirit clan disciples. At this moment, no one noticed that a dark figure was quietly lurking on the outskirts of the Holy Land, transmitting everything here to the high-ranking demons hidden behind the scenes. A greater crisis was quietly brewing.