Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

Behind Shenqi, six wings fluttered.

"Have you made a decision?" she asked.

"Ah, it's done." Pei Jiao replied calmly, "I've been thinking about it, but I've finally realized that some things are destined to be unavoidable."

He let out a soft breath.

"Mortals... I don't like them at all. Even though I was once one of them, I still don't like them at all. Because short-lived species have their disadvantages. They are destined to gather strength when they are weak and then become unruly when they are strong—they should have relied on their own steps to gradually advance from short-lived species to long-lived species, and then from long-lived species to immortal species, and finally be able to become true multi-dimensional overlords based on their own strength."

"Gu made a wrong decision; he made mortals remain mortals forever. Even if they become sages, they are still mortals... He insisted on sticking to his original aspirations, but never cared that the times and diversity were changing. Just as the feudal system replaced the slave society, and the bourgeoisie overthrew the landlord class. Always thinking about not forgetting the original aspirations resulted in clinging to the old ways, making them unable to adapt to the new era."

Pei Jiao clenched his fist.

"They thought they could be the eternal overlords, that they could forever dictate the times and prevent the times from changing them. The nascent Primordial Heavenly Realm was no different from the current Primordial Heavenly Realm. However, the new era will soon be unable to accommodate these remnants of the old."

"They are going to be left behind by the new era."

“But it’s not really their fault, is it?” Shenqi smiled and tilted her head slightly. “The Primals chose them, humans. They placed them at the top of the world and eliminated all their failures. They don’t need to change, they don’t need to worry. They can easily maintain their rule simply by being themselves. And most of them, even now, are unaware that the times are about to change.”

“Yes, it’s not their fault.” Pei Jiao nodded. “But being weak is a mistake.”

"The morality and ideals of the weak can never restrain the strong. Only the surviving race can define what is right and just. New eras will replace old ones. If the mortal race does not change, if they only want to continue their rule as mortals, then even if the mortal side wins the war, they are destined to be destroyed when the next new era arrives."

“They must change, and change comes at a price.” He didn’t say who would pay the price, or what the price would be. And Shenqi didn’t ask him about that either.

"You just said that you don't like the mortal race at all?"

“Yes.” Pei Jiao reached out and brushed away the office, which was now worthless—the exterior of the office was presented as a multiverse of stars. As this multiverse came to a standstill under Pei Jiao’s will, the radiance emanating from the great star representing the primordial heavens in the far distance was exceptionally intense.

“I don’t like them at all, but there are some things I have to do. There are some things from the past that I have to sever, no matter how heavy the price. And now I have to fulfill my duty as the Emperor.”

He took a step forward.

And his voice echoed throughout every corner of these still, multiverse seas.

"To break free from the shackles that limit humanity to being merely human, one must rebel against the rules established by the ancients. To rebel against the source of power, one must relinquish everything one possesses and acquires."

He looked up at the sky, at the far reaches that went beyond the concept of 'high'.

—Announcement.

"From this moment on..."

"The Human Emperor abdicated, and in the multiverse, there is no longer any Human Emperor's authority."

Time began to flow through the myriad seas. And only then did the furious roar from the primordial heavens resound in his ears!

"What are you doing, Fuxi!"

"We didn't even impeach you!"

"Outrageous! Outrageous!"

The radiance followed closely, and the next moment, from the primordial heavens, a colossal hand, imbued with thirteen kinds of radiance, suddenly traversed the multiverse seas and grabbed towards Pei Jiao—

Pei Jiao didn't even glance at it.

For in the very next instant, with the collapse of the Human Emperor's authority, the gentle ripples in the myriad seas instantly transformed into monstrous waves. Countless hands, some pale, some rosy, some withered, some crippled, suddenly reached out from the seas. All the willpower mobilized by the Human Emperor's authority since the beginning of time was instantly transformed into hatred. Their appearance terrified the hand from the primordial heavens, causing it to detach itself, and they immediately lunged at Pei Jiao from all directions!

'Your Majesty the Emperor…' An old man and woman, who seemed to be his parents in this life, looked at him with disappointment.

'Your Majesty the Emperor…' Some young men and women, who seemed to be his former comrades-in-arms, stared at him with disdain.

'Your Majesty the Emperor…' A child, who seemed to be his former junior, glared at him with hatred.

Countless hands hold countless faces, and countless faces have empty eyes.

They tore at his radiance, trying to rip him completely off the highest heavens.

Then--

"Step down," Pei Jiao said calmly.

The next moment, all of those boundless hands were severed!

“You’ve got one thing wrong.” He lifted his foot and walked towards something higher. To something higher than the concept of ‘high’. “I am not Gu, I am not Fuxi, I am not even Pei Xi. From the moment I returned to being Pei Jiao, the power of the Human Emperor, your hatred and desires have been of no use to me.”

“You are neither qualified nor capable of corrupting me.” He continued forward, venturing into more distant places. “But I will rule over you. Because I can.”

Immediately afterward, the boundless hand converged upon him at his will! He easily devoured and assimilated the endless resentment and hatred. And the radiance he emitted changed from pure to pitch black!

A black sun rose.

It will pierce straight into the stars and break through the sky.

And above the heavens, above still above, a departed slumber opens its eyes.

Pei Jiao then came to stand before it.

"I am Pei Jiao, the Emperor Pei Jiao." A young, ordinary office worker, surrounded by a faint glow yet maintaining a calm demeanor, gently pressed his chest as he introduced himself. "Fuxi is dead, and the era has begun to change. The first emperor of humanity, the First Emperor, I have come to correct your past mistakes."

The slumbering one is silent. But a colossal axe emerges from the void.

So, let the battle begin.

A fierce battle, an eternal battle. Black and white radiance clashed against each other above the extreme dome. And in the next moment, the dark, multiverse seas were forcibly redefined into pure colors and gray under the powerful impact.

The war between the Holy Emperors has begun.

The ancient serpent woman stretched her body from the pure color, and the enormous wheel redefined black and white. When the stars of the primordial land shone once more, a colossal icy phoenix, carrying a sky full of frosty new stars, crashed violently into the no longer glorious world. And those ancient beings hidden in the darkness also extended their claws, releasing their authority and power.

Shenqi then vanished, turning her gaze to another battlefield, different in scale but equally important—

—Transmission complete.

Alice opened her eyes.

The next moment, she saw a finger, its size perfectly covering the entire Milky Way, with each line corresponding to a star cluster, suddenly crushing down on her and the entire galactic battlefield!

Section 8 - Clearing the Area

Alice looked up and gazed at the starry sky that had turned into a dark shadow.

When that finger, which covered the entire galaxy, fell upon her, her heart remained completely unmoved.

She even felt a little like laughing.

"Trying to impress an expert, all show and no substance," she said calmly, glancing at her companion. And the instant she received a response, she took Patchouli's hand.

—Time and space change.

She and Patchouli detached themselves from the current physical universe, observing all the variables from the outer reaches of space. And as she infinitely fine-tuned time forward, tilting it back to the very moment the main god's teleportation had ended, she observed a faint glimmer of light erupting from somewhere within an extragalactic nebula.

A reincarnation squad.

A SS+ level legacy item.

She saw the faint light rapidly expand in an instant, forming the image of a giant Buddha spanning the galaxy. Then, it crushed down with a finger.

“Patch.” Alice glanced at her companion.

Patchouli's scroll flipped rapidly, quickly settling on the page reflecting the image of the Buddha giant.

“The Wheel King, a semi-fictional deity, originates from the Wrath of Asura,” Patchouli gave an affirmative answer. “Its weakness… it has weaknesses everywhere. Its weakness is that its level of existence is only around that of a true god.”

Alice smiled gently and shifted time and space once more. The next moment, she arrived at the instant before that radiant light was about to burst forth.

........................

In an extragalactic galaxy, on a vibrant planet called Gaia.

Just as the teleportation by the Supreme God ended, before the usual five-minute protective shield had dissipated, the four men and three women of the West American team opened their eyes in fear and unease. They exchanged glances, their gazes gradually shifting from scattered to resolute and determined.

"Captain, use that." A female reincarnator looked at the one in the center. "Use the secret treasure we obtained in that reincarnation world. The item that can directly win a world victory! This is the last chance; if we don't use it now, we'll miss our chance!"

She stared intently at the middle-aged man who clearly seemed to be in charge. The other reincarnators also looked at him expectantly—the strongest among them was only a Tier 3 gene lock holder with an A-level enhancement. And they had definitely experienced more than one team battle.

Too much experience brings fear.

The captain of the West American team recalled his past, the painful memories of struggling to survive in countless cycles of reincarnation. Those familiar faces, now fading into pale hues in his memory, and the countless misfortunes and formidable enemies that assailed him time and again.

How much have I really lost? What price have I paid?

And now, this final step—

He gritted his teeth and took out a wheel from his pocket that couldn't be placed in his spatial storage. It was a miraculous creation constructed from various jewels, talismans, and wondrous materials. He had obtained it after enduring countless hardships in a story world with a Buddhist background, two worlds apart. And when he acquired this artifact, a great being had promised him three powers.

He used it only once, and that single use directly led him to victory in that cycle of reincarnation, a victory he had narrowly escaped with his entire team's annihilation. Upon his return to the Main God Space, the Main God's assessment of the artifact was: SS+ grade item, purpose unknown, use with caution.

Behold, this is a secret treasure whose effects even the supreme god cannot discern. And it even possesses two unused functions—

He made up his mind. Then, he raised the wheel high—and chanted devoutly.

“Brahma said, Zakkaravaradhi-hara—” His voice abruptly stopped. Because a slender and pale hand silently rested on his shoulder, freezing all his sounds and movements related to chanting.

"You, you—" The female reincarnator on one side was utterly horrified.

Because right in front of her, Alice and Patchouli simply walked straight through the shield of the Supreme God and smiled as they placed their fingers on their captain's shoulders!

"I'm sorry." Alice bowed slightly apologetically to them, offering a blunt assessment. "You small fry should just leave now."

The next moment, all the reincarnators from the West American team froze, their faces instantly turning pale as they crumbled and withered away from their heads, falling as pale fragments!

West America team, removed from the list.

The wheel then fell to the ground and seemed to be trying to extend some kind of power as it writhed.

—It can't do that.

Because the Supreme God protected this final testing ground, and it lacked the cosmic barrier that the West American team's reincarnation captain had unknowingly opened for it—it was ultimately just a creation of true god caliber, and the procedures required to touch a timeline that had not yet existed were complex. And before it could complete those procedures, Alice rejected it.

So the wheel fell to the ground, shattered, turned to sand, and eventually nothing remained.

This matter is settled.

Alice and Patchouli exchanged a glance, and once again used their transcendental abilities to travel from the inner universe to the outer universe and return to the correct timeline. When they opened their eyes to observe the universe again under the same sky, the finger that had descended from above, attempting to obliterate the entire galaxy, was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place.

A simple battle.

A filter that can be described as something done quite easily.

Alice glanced around and saw that her companions had all gone to different places. The weaker ones remained in this timeline, choosing a star sector and implanting their own power. The slightly stronger ones went to different timelines to arrange their own plans and take over the hidden schemes that Alice and Luo Ye had prepared earlier. And those of equal status chose actions comparable to the two of them.

—Chu Xuan has disappeared without a trace. This big shot always acts with great care and calculation.

Zheng Zha arrived at a certain place in the subspace, and before him was a sea of ​​crimson angels, who had suppressed their bloodlust before the war began and had not yet fallen into demonic ways. He took a step toward them, and the crimson angels, having discovered the presence of their powerful enemy, immediately turned their swords and spears toward him with great joy.

He chose them, and they chose him. The Force of War surged as the Unborn Blood God approached His throne, and this stirred the blood of billions of beings in the physical universe as well.