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

Huang Yiming's appearance was like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of the two-world legions. The soldiers shouted in unison, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" Their voices resounded through the sky, dispelling the fear in their hearts and rekindling their belief in victory.

Huang Yiming held Qin Yuling in his arms, his eyes filled with heartache. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and circulated his dragon clan technique, a gentle stream of spiritual energy flowing into her body to repair her damaged meridians: "Silly girl, why did you try to tough it out without waiting for me? What would I have done if something had happened to you?" Qin Yuling leaned against him, her eyes filled with grievance yet also with a hint of determination: "Yiming, I am the Empress Ming, I must protect the border for you, I cannot let you worry."

"I know your feelings, but you must take care of yourself." Huang Yiming gently stroked her hair, then turned to Lingxi, his tone concerned: "Lingxi, how are you? Are your injuries serious?" Lingxi shook her head and said weakly, "I'm fine, just severely injured by evil energy. I'll recover after a few days of rest. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Su Qingyue stepped forward and said softly, "Yiming, Lingxi's injuries aren't serious. I've already given her healing pills. As long as she rests quietly, she'll recover quickly."

Huang Yiming nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Western Allied Forces' camp, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes. He could clearly sense the Nascent Soul stage pressure emanating from the camp—powerful and eerie, sharing the same origin as the demonic mark within the Heavenly Evolution Sect's ancestor, yet purer and stronger. At the same time, the mysterious jade pendant and four ancient time-traveling fragments in his arms were trembling violently, resonating strongly with the camp's aura; especially the mysterious jade pendant, which emitted a faint black light, echoing the demonic evil energy, filling him with doubt.

"The evil artifact in the hands of that Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator seems to have some connection with the system's core jade pendant," Huang Yiming said softly, his tone grave. "Moreover, I can sense that the evil artifact contains secrets related to the system's origins, and may even concern the origins of the five of you." Upon hearing this, the five women's eyes were filled with shock—their origins had always been a mystery to them: Qin Yuling's family had mysteriously disappeared, Zi Yao's background in the demonic sect was shrouded in mystery, Su Qingyue was born with the ability to resonate with modern technology, Ling Xi was the only saintess of the Spirit Clan, and Yang Xiu possessed an unknown healing power. Now, Huang Yiming was saying that their origins were related to the demonic artifact.

"Yiming, what exactly is going on? Is our background really related to the evil artifacts of the demon race?" Yang Xiu walked to Huang Yiming's side, her tone filled with doubt and unease. She gently stroked the Myriad Realms Mark on her wrist, which was slightly warm, echoing the light of the mysterious jade pendant.

Huang Yiming grasped Yang Xiu's hand, his tone gentle yet firm: "I'm not sure either, but I can sense the Myriad Realms Mark on your wrists, which shares the same origin as the mysterious jade pendant, the ancient time-travel fragment, and the demonic artifact. Once we kill that Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator and seize the fifth time-travel fragment and the demonic artifact, we can unravel this mystery and find out your origins."

The five women nodded, their eyes filled with determination. Regardless of their background or where they came from, they would always stay by Huang Yiming's side, uncovering all the secrets with him and protecting the safety of both worlds.

Huang Yiming put Qin Yuling down, turned and walked onto the defensive fortifications, holding the Dragon Spirit Sword. He unleashed the full pressure of a peak early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, his voice amplified by the system's power, echoing throughout the Western Allied Army camp: "Western rebels, remnants of the demon race! I am Huang Yiming, the Xuanhuan Co-Lord of the Great Ming Dynasty, and today I personally lead my army to punish you! You have three days to lay down your weapons, kneel and surrender, and hand over the fifth ancient time-travel fragment and the evil artifact. Otherwise, I will raze your camp to the ground, slaughter all who resist, leaving no one alive!"

A burst of arrogant laughter echoed from the Western Allied Forces camp, followed by a hoarse voice, filled with evil and arrogance: "Huang Yiming, a mere mortal loser who, by sheer luck, obtained a system and crushed a few weak sects, dares to call himself the Supreme Lord of the Mystic Realm? He's utterly ignorant of his own limitations! I am Mo Yuan, the Eastern Commander of the Demon Clan, possessing the combat strength of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. Today, I will flatten the eastern border, seize your system, the time-travel fragments, and the jade pendant, kill you and the five women, and turn the eastern part of the Azure Netherworld into a colony of the Demon Clan!"

As the words fell, a black figure rose into the air: clad in a long black robe, with a ferocious expression, his aura was overwhelmingly malevolent, and the pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator swept across the entire area, instantly suppressing Huang Yiming's early-stage peak Nascent Soul pressure. He held a black longsword in his hand, its blade engraved with strange demonic runes, radiating a dense malevolent aura; hanging from the hilt was a black fragment—the fifth fragment of the ancient time travel!

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul!" Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Two Realms Legion paled in shock, their eyes filled with fear. The mid-stage Nascent Soul and the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage may seem to be only a step apart, but their combat power is worlds apart; moreover, Mo Yuan is a demon cultivator who is skilled in evil arts, and his combat power far surpasses that of other cultivators of the same level.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Huang Yiming's eyes, but there was no fear in his eyes. He activated the Dragon Clan's cultivation technique, and the Dragon Spirit Sword's golden light surged. Dense dragon power flowed into his body, and golden and black light intertwined around him, instantly boosting his combat power—although he had not yet reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he could already barely contend with Mo Yuan. The four ancient time-traveling fragments and the mysterious jade pendant in his hands trembled violently again, resonating strongly with the fifth fragment in Mo Yuan's hand. A powerful force surged into his body, making his aura even more stable.

"Mo Yuan, you dare to be arrogant in front of me?" Huang Yiming sneered, his figure flashing as he charged towards Mo Yuan with the Dragon Spirit Sword in hand. The golden sword energy aimed straight at Mo Yuan's vitals, moving with lightning speed. Mo Yuan sneered, swinging his black longsword. A massive black blade energy collided with the golden sword energy. After a deafening roar, a shockwave swept through the air, forcing both of them to retreat simultaneously.

"I didn't expect that a cultivator at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage could withstand my attack. You do have some skill." A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his arrogance. "However, this is far from enough. Today, I will show you the power of the demon race!" With that, he swung his black longsword again, and his evil aura surged. Countless demon phantoms emerged from the blade and rushed towards Huang Yiming.

"Everyone be careful!" Huang Yiming shouted, simultaneously activating his Dragon Clan technique. With a wave of his Dragon Spirit Sword, a golden light barrier blocked the attack of the demonic phantom. "Yu Ling, Zi Yao, you lead the Two Realms Legion to hold back the Western Allied Forces' disciples and the controlled demonic beasts; Qing Yue, you deploy heavy weapons to bombard the Allied Forces' camp; Ling Xi, use the power of spiritual plants to purify the demonic energy and rescue the controlled demonic beasts; Yang Xiu, you stay behind to heal the wounded soldiers and coordinate logistical supplies!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the five women responded in unison, immediately splitting up to take action. Qin Yuling, wielding a long sword, led the cultivators and modern elites in a charge against the disciples of the Western Allied Forces; Zi Yao led the Demon Sect disciples in ambush in the mountains, killing low-level demon cultivators; Su Qingyue commanded her soldiers to operate tanks and rocket launchers to bombard the Allied Forces camp, the roar of explosions echoing and flames shooting into the sky; Ling Xi, wielding a spirit plant staff, activated the power of the spirit plants, green light spreading and purifying the evil energy in the air, attempting to rescue the controlled demon beasts; Yang Xiu, meanwhile, set up temporary medical tents in the rear, treating the wounded soldiers and methodically coordinating logistical supplies.

Huang Yiming and Mo Yuan clashed fiercely, the Dragon Spirit Sword and the black longsword colliding repeatedly. Golden sword energy and black saber energy intertwined, and shockwaves swept across the entire border, filling the sky with yellow sand, snapping trees, and cracking the ground. Mo Yuan, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, possessed formidable combat power and unpredictable evil arts. Huang Yiming gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, his body slashed by the black saber energy, leaving numerous wounds from which blood flowed freely, and his breathing became disordered.

"Huang Yiming, you're almost done for, aren't you?" Mo Yuan sneered, swinging his black longsword once more, a massive black blade of energy aimed straight at Huang Yiming's chest. "Obey the system, the time-travel fragments, and the jade pendant, and I might spare your life, making you a slave of the demon race!"

A stubborn glint flashed in Huang Yiming's eyes. He gritted his teeth, channeled the last of his spiritual energy, and simultaneously fused with the power of the four ancient time-traveling fragments. A powerful surge of energy flowed into his body, boosting his combat strength once again, barely managing to withstand the attack from the Demon Abyss. He knew he couldn't back down. If he did, the two-realm legions would crumble, the five women would be in danger, the Great Ming Dynasty would be destroyed, and all his efforts would be in vain.

Just then, Lingxi suddenly shouted, "Yiming, I have purified some of the evil energy of the demon beasts, and they are willing to submit to us and help fight against the demon race!" Upon hearing this, Huang Yiming's eyes flashed with joy. He turned his head and saw hundreds of purified demon beasts rushing towards the disciples of the Western Allied Army, fighting alongside the Legion of Two Realms. The situation was instantly reversed.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yuan's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with fury: "Damn it! How dare you ruin my plans!" He ignored Huang Yiming and turned to rush towards Ling Xi, intending to kill her and prevent her from purifying more demonic beasts. "Ling Xi, be careful!" Huang Yiming was shocked and immediately flashed in front of Ling Xi, taking the brunt of Mo Yuan's attack. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and his injuries worsened.

"Yiming!" The five women, seeing this, were filled with heartache and wanted to rush forward to help, but they were entangled by the enemy and unable to break free. Mo Yuan sneered, once again brandishing his black longsword and charging towards Huang Yiming, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Huang Yiming, today, I will kill you first, then slaughter the five women, and seize all the treasures!"

Huang Yiming leaned against Ling tide, weakly standing up, a resolute glint in his eyes. He gripped the Dragon Spirit Sword, fusing the power of the mysterious jade pendant and the four fragments of the teleportation device. Golden light surged around him, and a power far exceeding that of the peak early Nascent Soul stage erupted from within him. He knew this was the resonance power of the jade pendant and the fragments; although it could only last for a moment, it was enough to contend with the Demon Abyss.

"Demon Abyss, the outcome today is still uncertain!" Huang Yiming roared, his figure flashing as he charged towards Demon Abyss. He swung his Dragon Spirit Sword, unleashing a golden sword aura imbued with the power of the dragon race and the primal energy of both realms, aimed directly at Demon Abyss's vitals. Demon Abyss's expression changed drastically. He dared not be careless and swung his black longsword with all his might to defend, but he hadn't expected the sword aura to be so powerful. It instantly shattered his black sword aura and struck his chest.

Mo Yuan screamed, staggering backward and spitting out a mouthful of black blood, his breathing becoming erratic. His eyes were filled with disbelief; he never expected Huang Yiming to unleash such formidable power. "You... what power did you use?" Mo Yuan's voice was hoarse, tinged with fear.

Huang Yiming sneered, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes: "This is a power you will never understand! Today, I will slay you, seize the fifth fragment of the time-traveling artifact and the evil weapon, and rid the people of both realms of this scourge!" He flashed again, charging towards the Demon Abyss. Just then, the Demon Abyss suddenly curled into a strange smile, and the evil weapon in his hand erupted with intense malevolent energy, attacking Huang Yiming. At the same time, he silently chanted an incantation, as if summoning something. The Demon Abyss summoned a high-level demonic phantom, and the evil weapon unleashed its bizarre power, plunging Huang Yiming into a desperate situation.