After a thousand years of cultivation, he returns at the pinnacle!

At this moment, countless people in the streets and alleys of the Dragon Kingdom were watching this live broadcast.

The pressure of the past three hundred years seemed to be released completely at this moment. Many people initially scoffed at this so-called crusade, because the power of the apostles was obvious to all, and the consequences of failure would be unimaginable. But now... the power of Ye Wuhen, Zhou Tianze, and Luo Qinghe seemed to be quietly changing such thoughts.

A feeling called hope arises in people's hearts.

Perhaps... perhaps they really can defeat the legendary Thirteenth Apostle, and might even overturn the entire existence of the Apostles. If they can even overturn the Apostles, then the Eight Great Demon Gods seem to be just around the corner?

It's only a matter of time before humanity reclaims everything that belongs to it!

Once such a statement is made, it becomes unstoppable.

In the Jiang family home in Jiangzhou, Jiang Chen was watching the live broadcast with his parents in front of the television.

The excitement in his parents' eyes was obvious, while Jiang Chen scrolled through his phone, seeing countless encouraging comments popping up one after another. But he had to admit that he was somewhat disappointed at that moment.

The Apostles are beings that do not exist in the cultivation world at all, so after transmigrating back, he was still interested in these special beings. But now... with the Apostles he encountered and the strength of the Apostles displayed by the Apostle Hall, he was undoubtedly disappointed.

They're so weak...

He didn't say it outright, but he was utterly disappointed. He could only hope that the existence of the so-called hundredth floor, the thirteenth apostle, would pique his interest.

After that, countless apostles died at the hands of Ye Wuhen and his group.

The three of them worked together flawlessly, and the strength they displayed earned the heartfelt admiration of countless awakened individuals.

And so, they killed the apostle guarding the ninety-ninth floor. Before them lay a deep black teleportation array. Once inside, they would be on the hundredth floor, where they would meet the legendary thirteenth apostle.

"The true face of the Thirteenth Apostle... I never thought I'd see this in my lifetime?!"

"Hurry up and get in!!"

"Ye Wuhen, kill them!"

The true face of the thirteenth apostle is about to be revealed to the whole world.

Countless shouts spread across the globe via the internet, with everyone cheering them on.

At this moment, all of humanity is united as never before. They know that this is the most important turning point in human history. Once successful, the spark will spread like wildfire across the world with unstoppable force!

At this moment, in front of the teleportation array on the ninety-ninth floor, Ye Wuhen did not appear to be tired at all.

"How are you two feeling?"

"I feel alright."

Zhou Tianze shook his head, feeling pleased, though with a hint of nervousness.

Luo Qinghe smiled slightly but did not express his opinion.

Seeing his old friends' reactions, Ye Wuhen understood that they, like him, were filled with unprecedented excitement.

What exactly does the Thirteenth Apostle look like? Let the people of the Dragon Kingdom see for themselves!

"Let's go in then!"

After saying that, the three of them walked into the teleportation array.

The light from the teleportation array engulfed the three figures.

The light was unlike any of the previous layers—not silvery-white, not ghostly blue, but a deep, almost eternal black. The moment the black light enveloped them, Ye Wuhen felt his body stretching, compressing, and folding infinitely, as if passing through an endless tunnel.

Time has lost its meaning.

It might take three seconds, or it might take three years.

When the sole of his boot touched solidity again, the world was completely different.

The 100th floor.

There were no palaces, no domes, no walls, and no trace of any man-made structures.

This is a void.

The boundless void.

There is nothing beneath my feet, nothing above my head, nothing in all directions.

Zhou Tianze and Luo Qinghe were also suspended beside him. The distance between the three remained unchanged, but in this space without a frame of reference, they seemed to be frozen at an infinite distance, yet also seemed to be very close.

"Something's wrong here..." Zhou Tianze's voice echoed in the void, without any echo or delay, as if it exploded directly in his own mind.

His right hand gripped the short spear tightly, arcs of electricity leaping at its tip, but the light from those arcs appeared exceptionally dim in this void, like a candle flame about to go out.

Luo Qinghe remained silent. Her face was paler than usual, as white as transparent ice. Her right hand trembled slightly—not from fear, but because the ice-type spiritual energy within her was stirring in an unprecedented way, as if sensing something irresistible and instinctively wanting to escape.

Ye Wuhen remained silent.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead.

There is something there.

And that thing is watching them.

"They're here," Ye Wuhen said softly.

Light began to appear in the void.

Light converges.

About a hundred paces in front of the three, the light condensed into an outline.

The outline grew larger, clearer, and more detailed.

The moment it was fully formed, the entire live stream room—and indeed the whole world—froze.

The thirteenth apostle was actually a young man who looked no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

He hovered in the void, tall and slender, about 1.9 meters. His long, silvery-white hair reached his waist, the strands swaying gently in the air, each one shimmering with a soft, moonlit glow, as if woven from the silvery light of stars.

That face was so handsome it seemed unreal.

The features are deep yet soft, combining the refinement of Eastern features with the sculpted features of Western features. The brow bone is high and sharp, the eyebrows are long and slightly upturned, carrying an innate sharpness. The bridge of the nose is high and straight like a mountain ridge, extending from the center of the brow to the philtrum, with clean and crisp lines. The lips are thin and pale, slightly pursed, with a distinct lip line, like a stroke of vermilion.

Those eyes made everyone's heart skip a beat.

The pupils were pure gold, not the gold of a human being, but the light of molten gold just before it cooled—intense yet cold, gentle yet cruel. The eyes were long and narrow, with slightly upturned corners, and thick, long eyelashes that cast fine shadows on the golden pupils.

His skin was as white as jade, and he wore a long black robe. A silver belt cinched his waist, devoid of any decoration except for a thin, almost invisible silver chain from which hung a small, black crystal. The crystal glowed faintly in the air, its light pulsating in sync with his breathing.

Ye Wuhen felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

It's not fear.

It's instinct.

It is an instinct etched deep into our genes by millions of years of evolution, when facing natural enemies.

The veins on his hand, which was gripping the sword, bulged.

The live stream chat fell into a brief, eerie silence the moment the thirteenth apostle appeared.

Then came a volcanic eruption of madness.

The text on the screen was layered and densely packed, almost completely obscuring the image. Billions of comments flooded in at the same time, and the server experienced the largest instantaneous traffic in human history in that single second, nearly crashing.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! This is the thirteenth apostle???"

"Who are you, handsome guy???"

"Wait, what does an apostle look like??? Shouldn't he be hideous, with a blue face and fangs???"

"Is this an apostle?! Is he some kind of male protagonist straight out of a manga?!"

"What should I do if my values ​​are swayed by my physical appearance...?"

"Sisters, calm down! This is an apostle! An apostle that has killed countless people!"

And at that very moment, the thirteenth apostle standing on the Void Throne spoke.