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

Deep down, they didn't believe that Red Eyes could win.

But I never expected to lose so completely.

Red-Eyed is only about fifty years old, which is not even considered childhood among the combat races in the universe.

To possess such strength at this age is already a genius that comes out of the millions.

But he was facing Youlan, the ruler of the Shadow Clan who had lived for countless millennia and one of the three overlords of the Chaotic Star Sea.

The difference between the two is not between genius and mediocrity, but the crushing force of time itself.

Red-Eyed is not qualified to be Youlan's opponent.

They wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder if they stayed.

Youlan then noticed the two ants and tried to leave right under her nose.

Despite the vast distance between them, two shadowy chains appeared out of thin air from the void beside Ork and Gundam without warning, wrapping around them.

It was incredibly fast.

Oak only had time to see a dark shadow rapidly enlarge in his field of vision before his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled up to his waist.

The protective lightning struck wildly between the shadow claws, but couldn't even leave a mark. He was carried back like a chick.

The same applies to Gangshun.

His much-vaunted force field was rendered useless by this attack, shattering the moment the chains closed.

The two instantly appeared above the Dark Night Star Palace, hovering side by side behind Roman.

Their faces looked worse than wilted eggplants.

Oak's face turned bright red, his lips moved several times, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Clearly, he had a long string of insults for Youlan's ancestors tantamount to being held back, but he was held tightly and couldn't even open his mouth to speak.

All those brilliant words he had been brewing for so long were stuck in his throat, making his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

All three people were captured alive, one after another.

"Enough with the nonsense. Since the three of you are so united, let's set off together and keep each other company on the road to the underworld."

Three black orbs of light condensed in front of Youlan, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

When Oak saw the ball of light take shape, he knew that Youlan was serious, and now the three of them were really going to die here.

Since death is inevitable anyway, not speaking before death is more painful than death itself.

He simply gave up struggling, using the last bit of strength in his body to break through the spatial blockade that restricted his lips, and the swear words that had been stuck in his throat for so long finally found their way out:

"You old bastard, Youlan! I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

He had only finished his rant when a deafening explosion erupted behind Youlan.

A raging fire shot into the sky, and all three were blasted away.

Roman, unaware of what had happened, secretly maneuvered the spaceship parked in the square to appear behind Youlan and detonated it at the most opportune moment.

As the violent shockwave swept over their bodies, it also loosened the protective barrier around them slightly.

It wasn't enough to completely free them from their restraints, but at least they could breathe more easily and move their hands and feet with some difficulty.

Oak coughed up a mouthful of dusty spittle: "Good! It would have been better if this old bastard had been blown to bits in one blast, so I wouldn't have to worry about burning paper money for him after I'm gone!"

The flames and thick smoke slowly dissipated.

Youlan was enveloped in a semi-transparent shadow barrier, which itself was intact.

But in his hand he was holding a strange insect that was still twitching slightly.

Youlan crushed him to death.

"As expected, like father, like son. You are just like him."

"I don't know how you got your hands on the Void Insect King's Spirit-Devouring Demon Insect. It must have cost you a considerable amount of money to acquire just one."

"Unfortunately, one isn't enough."

Roman's heart sank to the bottom.

The Spirit-Devouring Insect is the most feared alien species under the Void Insect King's command. It ignores all energy barriers and specializes in breaking through protective defenses.

Once it burrows into the body, it will silently parasitize the host without their knowledge, extinguishing all of the host's life force from within.

This thing is a forbidden item that is priceless and unavailable even in the chaotic world. Roman went to great lengths to obtain this one and hid it until now, waiting for this fatal blow.

The spaceship explosion was merely a smokescreen; the real killer was the spirit-devouring demonic insects that attacked amidst the flames and debris.

In the brief moment of chaos, the little worm was enough to silently burrow into Youlan's body.

Unfortunately, it still falls short.

Oak's face turned deathly pale: "Holy crap... we're doomed."

Youlan discarded the insect corpse and turned her gaze back to the three of them.

"There were quite a few tricks, but that's all for now."

The barrier around the three people, which had just loosened, suddenly tightened, becoming several times stronger than before, binding them tightly.

Just then, a beam of light pierced through the layers of clouds and suddenly descended.

It pierced straight into this shadowed planet from the sky, dispelling the thick, dark curtain that shrouded the night star.

Darkness seemed to have met its nemesis in its presence, receding from the light at a visible speed.

Dark Star has returned to its original appearance.

Outside the main hall.

Two enormous statues stand in the square, one of which is radiating light.

Only after dispelling the darkness could one see that it was a female statue, exquisitely carved with dignified features and a heroic air between her brows.

She was tall and slender, with long hair flowing over her shoulders, and wore a golden battle armor that was completely different from the style of the Shadow Clan.

The shadow energy on the surface of the statue is peeling away layer by layer, revealing the name beneath the base.

Cynthia.

Youlan felt extremely uncomfortable when the light shone directly on her face.

The three trapped people fell from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the stone slabs of the main hall square.

Roman braced himself with one hand on the ground to steady himself.

He looked at the golden light rising from the statue, and all his worries disappeared.

He knew very well that he had made the right bet.

Oak fell flat on his back, his head hitting the ground with a dull thud.

But he ignored the pain, panting heavily, and his heart, which had been compressed for so long, finally started beating normally again: "I almost died, thank goodness."

Gang Dun lay flat on his back on the ground, muttering, "I... I survived..."

Standing atop the ruins of the main hall, Youlan slowly said, "You still came out after all."

Failed.

They had anticipated Roman's vengeance, but they hadn't expected Cynthia to have a child outside the home.

If it weren't for that child providing the bloodline connection, no one would have been able to find Cynthia's location in the infinitely vast dark gap.

This wasn't his original plan.

The original plan was to wait for Merlin to emerge from the devil's footprints before capturing him in one fell swoop.

Using Merlin's life as a new bargaining chip, they forced Cynthia to comply.

He had been pondering this plan for years, scrutinizing every detail, and believed it to be foolproof.

Looking back now, those boasts could have been proven true, but now everything has gone wrong.

A holy figure appeared.

She was a radiant woman with a breathtakingly beautiful face, exquisite features yet gentle and warm.

Cynthia.

The only person in the history of the Shadow Clan to possess both the power of shadow and the power of light.

Behind her, that kid McDonald flew out.

Breaking news!!!

July 26, 7.31.

Liu Bei, the original author of Star Journey, is preparing to reboot the series, tentatively with a film adaptation.

Now, across various platforms, including Weibo, Uncle Bei and the original founders are all speaking out in unison, appealing to longtime viewers who have been waiting for years.

This time, it seems we've really waited for it.

Unlike in the past, it doesn't rely on deceptive tactics to exploit audiences.

Instead, they will try their best to reunite the original cast and crew, and the art style will continue to follow the style of anime, ensuring high quality.

It's easy to imagine that when Uncle Bei and his original founding team collectively voiced their opinions on platforms like Weibo, it wasn't just a series of status updates.

It is still the lost youth of many people.

After years of waiting, the "To Be Continued" has finally returned, not with ambiguity.

Ironically, the author wrote this fan fiction to fulfill a dream.

Despite its many flaws, my limited capabilities have prevented me from achieving the current level of quality.

It has also been constantly innovating on the original framework.

Unexpectedly, while I was engrossed in writing, I actually received this news.

I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep.

It felt like dawn had broken.

When writing fanfiction on Tomato, the biggest fear is not writing well, and even more so, no one will read what I write.

Fortunately, the readers stayed by my side and helped me write over 300,000 words, almost 400,000.

Seeing many reader reviews makes the author happy for a long time.

Now that Uncle Bei and the others are back, we "grassroots McDonald's" can safely return the spaceship to its true owner.

Those chapters I stayed up all night writing, those plots I figured out myself, will not disappear.

For readers who have read this fanfiction, I'm already very happy if they can recall the characters from it when they see Bei Shu's future works.

Characters like Old Ma and Purple Eyes, as well as many others, have been carefully crafted by the author, developing distinct character arcs.

It's nearing its end, almost over.

Now that Uncle Bei has arrived, things are finally on the right track. Please look forward to Uncle Bei's works.