On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Medici, that old fox, chose the perfect moment. The entire internet's attention was focused on the network because of the shutdown of the game, and traffic was at its peak.

At this juncture, he released all the long-sealed video and audio materials of Ye Han.

In the scene, a young man hovers above Ganymede, his eyes shining with golden light. Laser beams sweep across the entire Galactic Eye fleet, and warships explode and fall in droves before him like paper.

Luger's ocean of blue building blocks melted silently in the beam of light, leaving not a single fragment behind.

Seeing the one-sided massacre in the sky, the ground troops with the "Tickhead" (a nickname for a specific type of soldier) laid down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

A war that could have destroyed an entire planet was completely rewritten in just a few minutes by one person and one ray of light.

The immortal Ruger was killed in one blow.

The entire Galaxy Eye fleet was annihilated in an instant.

Thanks to Tichy Media's meticulous editing and precise distribution, Ye Han's name spread throughout the universe overnight.

Some people even dug up the video of Blue Eyes being defeated back then when the controversy was at its peak.

After comparison, it was found that it was done by the same person.

Ye Han became famous, incredibly famous.

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Eight Extreme Stars.

On the desolate planet, a dry and rough wind blows all the time, and black sand grains are swept into the air and then fall back down, hitting the rocks with a fine rustling sound.

Ma stood alone atop the highest mountain on the desert planet, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He held an old cell phone in his hand, the screen displaying a message he had read several times already.

"Master, Bai Xue, Ling Ling, Dia, and I went to the Devil's Footprints. We don't know when we'll be back. When we return next time, we disciples will take good care of you."

"If you have nowhere to go, you'd better find a planet in the Shattered Light Galaxy to settle down on. Lingling transferred a large sum of money to your account, enough for you."

He looked at the few lines of text on the screen, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

They did seem to care a bit, though, and told me a couple of things before they went.

Shattered light galaxy.

Ma still remembers that place, where after a person dies, their soul is transported to Fengdu Star, and they don't die completely.

The kid chose this place for him because he was afraid that something might happen to this old man outside, and there wouldn't even be a chance to make amends.

She said she was being filial, but in her heart she was thinking about leaving him a way out.

Having lived for so many years, how could he not see through this thought?

"Sigh, let's talk about it later."

Master Ma put his phone back in his pocket and turned his gaze back to the sky.

Since the Eight Extremes Star was sealed, these planets have been empty, and no fighters have come here to cultivate.

The eight planets returned to their original state, becoming eight silent, desolate stars.

Suddenly, a black mist surged from the horizon, obscuring the sun and turning the already dim yellow sky of the desert star into a murky dark purple.

Countless twisted silhouettes could be vaguely seen churning within the black mist.

The horse seemed unsurprised by the black mist, as if it had expected it all along.

As the black mist slowly dissipated, a purple-haired woman in a black cloak hovered high in the air, stepping on the remaining poisonous fog.

Two venomous dragons loomed behind them, emanating an oppressive aura that seemed to freeze the very air.

When their eyes met, it was as if enemies were meeting, their hatred for each other was palpable.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and even the wind seemed to stop.

Purple Eyes looked down at the silent figure atop the mountain, a ferocious yet satisfied smile spreading across his face: "Milankel, I've finally found you."

"After all these years, what happened to you? You look like a ghost! Did you catch some incurable disease?"

"How was it when I was poisoned by your poison back then? Hahaha, that was something I researched specifically for you. It took me a whole hundred years to refine a new way of using it. There's only one of its kind in the entire universe, and it was used exclusively on you. I'm quite surprised that you still look so healthy."

Zi Yan was somewhat smug.

Even now, she is still full of confidence in the poison she used. The poison is her masterpiece, which she has been researching for many years. Its toxicity is so strong that no one can cure it.

After more than thirty years of erosion, even if Milankel's physique is strong, he must be exhausted by now, with only a fraction of his former strength remaining.

It's not surprising that she would think that way.

Having spent years studying the use of toxins, his understanding of this subject far surpasses that of ordinary poison doctors.

When others manufacture drugs, they aim for rapid onset, small dosage, and high mortality, hoping for immediate results from a single drop.

But she was different.

In Zi Yan's view, that kind of method that only seeks speed is too crude and is far from enough to deal with the ancient Heng people.

After numerous improvements, she finally developed the toxic substance known as "Venom," a toxin that accompanies one throughout life and cannot be eliminated.

Master Ma was cold and sarcastic, and even looking at her made him feel disgusted.

"What I become has nothing to do with you, you old dog. If I hadn't deliberately spread the word, your henchmen would never have found me, even in their death."

Purple Eyes pressed a hand to her chest, making an exaggeratedly hurt expression: "Oh, oh, oh, you're so impatient after I said a few words to you. We're from the same clan, after all. I've been calling you by your real name, but you still keep calling me Purple Eyes, which makes me very sad."

"The old Lingna Night Sky died the moment she swung her sword at her own people."

Purple Eyes dropped her feigned sadness, lowered her hand from her chest, and her stance on the black mist was no longer casual, but rather imbued with genuine coldness.

Milanco's unyielding attitude left her feeling utterly bored.

I had hoped to see my former boss show anger or pain in response to my mockery, but he didn't.

His eyes held only cold killing intent and undisguised disgust, exactly the same as before.

So much time has passed, and nothing has changed.

She was too lazy to nag anymore: "You're still so stubborn."

"For those who aspire to great things, what is this price to pay? You've lived this long, haven't you figured it out yet? Every planet experiences dynastic changes, internal and external struggles, war and peace, alternating endlessly, without ever truly ceasing."

"The birth of a new planet and the destruction of a planet happen in the universe every moment. I just made those stubborn old guys finish their lives early. What's wrong with that?"

The horse slowly clenched its fists at its sides, and said indignantly, "Everything has its own laws; birth, aging, sickness, and death are all predestined. You slaughtered your own people with your own hands in pursuit of those illusory powers."

"You call this ending your life prematurely? You're just wearing a philosophical veneer while committing acts of cruelty."

Purple Eyes laughed upon hearing this.

That smile was as faint as moonlight, so cold and indifferent that it made one's heart clench.

"Rules? Fate? Those old fogies have lived for 30,000 years, hoarding resources and refusing to let go. Young people who want to climb the ladder have to wait for them to die of old age. Is that what you call rules? I'm just eliminating those who should be eliminated early, using their lives to pave a faster path."

"You're hogging resources and won't let go, how can you even say that..." Ma said, becoming more and more agitated.

It's important to know that the two were born one after the other and have been pampered and protected since then.

With the combined efforts of the entire clan, they nurtured him to the fullest, providing him with everything he desired; the clan never lacked anything.

Everyone has the right to say that the elders in the clan are hoarding resources and refusing to let go, but Ziyan is an exception.

Putting everything else aside, even her fighting skills were taught to her by her elders.

"Fine, fine, even if it's as you say, those elders were stubborn and blocked your way. You killed the entire clan, not even sparing the newborn children."

"The youngest daughter of the Haiglar family is less than three months old. You're saying she's also a stubborn old woman? And she's blocking your path to great things?"