Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The moment the attack was launched, everyone acted without hesitation, their figures transforming into streaks of light that tore through space, maximizing their speed and fleeing madly in all directions!

They swore in their hearts that if they could escape this calamity, they would hide in the most desolate corners of the universe and never dare to be enemies with Hades again! They disregarded racial honor and deep-seated hatred!

Unfortunately, faced with an absolute gap in strength, all struggles are futile and even seem tragic.

Their combined attack, fueled by the burning of their very lives, struck the giant hand of the galaxy. Like a few tiny drops of water merging into a vast ocean, they were utterly annihilated and assimilated without even the slightest ripple.

What's even more despairing is that the seemingly slow-moving giant hand's area of ​​coverage appears to be a world unto itself, distorting the fundamental laws of space and time.

The more desperately they tried to escape, the more horrified they became to discover that the distance between themselves and the center of the giant hand was not only not decreasing, but was strangely getting closer, as if they were trapped in a quagmire of time and space from which they could never escape, and all their efforts were in vain.

In the end, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes from afar, they could only watch helplessly as the colossal hand, encompassing the starry sea and holding the power of life and death, pressed down completely with an irresistible cosmic will!

"Boom—!!"

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth had been created and returned to chaos, erupted. An energy storm swept in all directions like a cosmic tide, but was restrained within a certain range by an even stronger force, preventing it from spreading excessively and causing damage.

The storm gradually subsided, and where many powerful figures had stood, only pure nothingness remained, with space itself slightly distorting and repairing itself.

Those spies and leaders from various tribes who were watching from afar and came to investigate the results were already terrified by this earth-shattering, divinely punishing scene, their minds almost frozen in shock.

Without anyone noticing who started it, all the witnesses' legs went weak, and they all knelt down in a flurry, frantically kowtowing before the towering, god-like Xuanming Nebula Body, shouting with all their might:

"Hades is invincible! The Underworld belongs to Hades forever!!"

The sound waves merged into one, shaking the starry sky.

At this moment, any wishful thinking or doubt was completely crushed.

With this unparalleled and incomprehensible power, Qin Chuan truly etched his absolute authority as the sole supreme ruler of the underworld into the depths of everyone's soul!

Qin Chuan ignored the thunderous clamor of worship, as if he had only done something insignificant.

With a slight thought, the enormous Xuanming Nebula began to slowly dissipate, turning into specks of starlight that merged into the void. The world returned to clarity, with only the residual, terrifying energy waves remaining as evidence of what had just happened.

Only after the nebula completely disappeared did everyone dare to look closely at the center of the battlefield.

Apart from Marshal Phoenix, who lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, his aura utterly depleted and seemingly on the verge of extinction, the other top experts of various races, along with their powerful super beast armies, had been completely wiped from the world, as if they had never existed.

Only those supernatural locks, suspended in mid-air and shimmering with their own light, stood like cold trophies, silently proving that the crushing battle just now was not an illusion.

The next moment, Qin Chuan casually waved his hand, and those unclaimed supernatural locks turned into streams of light, which he collected and disappeared.

Seeing that Marshal Phoenix had survived despite being seriously injured and on the verge of death, all the onlookers understood the situation perfectly.

This must be because His Majesty Hades showed mercy out of consideration for Princess Phoenix.

Otherwise, there would be no chance of survival under such an attack.

However, although Marshal Phoenix survived, he was no different from a cripple.

Under the crushing force and power of the Xuanming Nebula, his powerful fighting spirit and kingly heart, which he relied on, completely collapsed, and his alien energy core also dissipated and disappeared. From then on, he could hardly achieve anything, and might never be able to recover.

Phoenix hurried to her father's side, carefully checked him to make sure he was unharmed, then looked up at the man, who was as indifferent as a god, with mixed feelings, and whispered:

"Thank you for your mercy, Lord Hades."

Qin Chuan looked back at her calmly and said lightly, "You should thank yourself for your choice back then. It was you who saved your father's life and preserved a glimmer of hope for the future of your Phoenix Clan."

When the Phoenix Clan is mentioned, the phoenix's eyes instantly dim, filled with confusion and pain.

She has a clear conscience; she chose the right path for the survival of her people.

But how will her people view her?

A "traitor" who "betrayed" his tribe and sided with the enemy at a critical moment?

Those accusations and condemnations were almost predictable.

"Time will tell. Most of your people are probably blinded by fear and anger and cannot understand your good intentions."

Qin Chuan saw the deep worry hidden in her eyes and said slowly:

"But one day, when the pack continues and the new generation grows up in peace, they will understand how right and difficult your choice today was. Until then, if you have nowhere to belong, the gates of the wolf pack are always open for you."

Upon hearing this, Phoenix remained silent for a moment, a struggle flashing in her eyes, but ultimately she firmly shook her head:

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Hades. I still want to return to my clan first, at least to ensure my father's safe return... After all, that is my home."

Her voice was choked with emotion, yet exceptionally resolute.

Qin Chuan said no more, only nodded slightly, then turned around, took a step, and his figure merged into the void and disappeared into the distance, as if he had never appeared.

Phoenix helped her father, whose spirit had completely collapsed, whose eyes were vacant and who looked like a madman, and they walked step by step toward the Phoenix Clan's territory.

Her silhouette stretched long against the desolate starry sky, appearing incredibly lonely and forlorn.

This farce, which appeared to be a series of challenges but was in reality a one-sided crushing defeat, has come to an end in the most shocking way.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the underworld with astonishing speed.

Those races that had previously been observing, or harboring wishful thinking and had not formally submitted, were now utterly terrified.

All the clan's top experts perished under the Hades's palm. They didn't even dare to harbor any resentment, only boundless fear and relief remained.

They all prepared the most humble surrender documents at the fastest speed and sent their most important envoys to the core of the underworld to swear allegiance.

Qin Chuan did not pursue the matter further, nor did he even show his face. He simply had the Lion King accept their surrender.

Having lost their top-tier combat power, these races are destined to gradually become marginalized under the new order of the Underworld, and will no longer be able to cause any trouble. He is too lazy to bother with them anymore.

The only one in a precarious situation is the Phoenix Clan.

Just as Qin Chuan and Fenghuang had predicted.

Although Phoenix brought back the marshal who was on the verge of death but still alive, the die-hard faction within the clan, led by the elders, not only failed to appreciate her act of saving him, but instead blamed all the blame for the defeat, the humiliation, and the potential oppression in the future on her "defection" and "betrayal".

Amidst a chorus of angry curses, the Phoenix was officially expelled from the clan by the elders, stripped of all clan membership and honor.

Several days later, Qin Chuan appeared silently outside the Phoenix Clan's territory.

He did not step into the territory shrouded by the protective array, nor did he release any pressure. He simply stood there quietly, like a passerby.

However, his mere arrival caused the news to explode like a thunderclap throughout the entire Phoenix Clan.

The protective array activated instantly, its light flashing to its maximum. All the warriors in the clan were on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy. The air was filled with an almost suffocating fear.

Qin Chuan ignored their alarmed reaction and, with a slight thought, located the phoenix, who was temporarily living in a simple dwelling on the outskirts of the territory after being expelled.

He didn't say a word, he just appeared in front of her and looked at her calmly.

Phoenix was startled when she saw him suddenly appear. Then she understood what was going on and a complicated look flashed in her eyes. But without hesitation, she silently walked to his side.

After receiving the person, Qin Chuan turned around and left silently, just as he had come, without ever glancing back at the Phoenix Clan's territory.

Even so, his brief, silent appearance and act of picking people up had left the Phoenix Clan with lingering fear, casting a huge and inescapable shadow over them.

Pluto's attitude is ambiguous, and this silent pressure is more terrifying than a direct threat.

Finally, amidst fear and trembling, Marshal Phoenix, whose spirits had slightly recovered but whose will had been broken, made a decision after consulting with the elders.

They decided to use an ancient, costly secret technique to try to contact the Snow Queen, the supreme nebula being who represents light and order in the seventh parallel universe!

Their plan is to migrate their entire race to the seventh parallel universe when the seven parallel universes connect once every 100,000 years, and seek protection under the Snow Emperor.

In their own words, even if it means surrendering, the proud Phoenix Clan will surrender to the strongest.

In their current understanding, the strongest being in the seven parallel universes is naturally the Snow Queen, whose light shines over countless star fields and represents love and light.

This might be the last bit of stubbornness left by the remaining high-ranking members of the Phoenix Clan, whose hearts are filled with fear and twisted pride.

Chapter 14 Love and Light

The seventh parallel universe, the Holy Realm.

Looking out, there is an endless world of ice and snow, with continuous icebergs standing tall like the back of a sleeping giant, piercing the sky.

The world was covered in silver, pure and solemn. The biting wind swirled up tiny ice crystals, which reflected a dazzling yet cold light in the thin air.

In the far distance, the occasional rumble of ice breaking apart adds to the vastness and desolation.

However, in the middle of this seemingly eternally frozen land covered in snow, an incredible and magnificent imperial city stands.

The towering city walls were not made of ordinary bricks and stones, but were based on a warm jade that exuded a gentle luster, inlaid with countless translucent ice crystals. Under the sunlight, the entire city shimmered and shone, like a miracle.

What's even more peculiar is that within the imperial city, there seems to be an invisible, powerful force protecting it, forming a completely different climate barrier.

Springtime was in full bloom in the city, and the air was warm and inviting.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention, exuding a refreshing fragrance; winding streams flow gently, their water vapor rising in the air; exquisite pavilions and towers are scattered among them, their glazed tiles shimmering softly in the eternal spring sunshine.

This contrasts sharply with the frigid landscape outside the city gates, where the ground is frozen solid and the air is thick with frost, creating an almost dreamlike scene that highlights the extraordinary power of the place's inhabitants.

Deep within the imperial city lies a palace constructed primarily of millennia-old ice and flawless white jade—the Snow Emperor Palace, the residence of the Holy Realm's spiritual leader, the Snow Emperor.

The dome, constructed of ice crystals, is high and clear, while the white jade floor is so smooth it reflects light. The entire hall is both solemn and dignified, yet elegant and lively.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of snow lotus, which brought peace to the mind.

The Snow Queen is detached from worldly affairs and no longer concern herself with the daily mundane matters of the Holy Realm. All affairs are handled by her highly respected elders.

Ordinary matters need not be disturbed by her.

On this day, the usual tranquility within the Snow Emperor Palace was shattered.

The Snow Emperor, unusually, personally issued an edict summoning all the core elders.

On the throne, the Snow Queen's face was covered by a light veil, concealing her legendary beauty that could eclipse the sun and moon. Only her eyes, clear as a sacred lake formed by the melting of glaciers, and seemingly able to see through all the beauty and kindness in the world, were revealed.

She wore a pure white, gold-trimmed sacred robe, perfectly tailored to accentuate her graceful and proud figure. The wide sleeves and hem were embroidered with intricate and mysterious gold patterns, symbolizing the laws of light and order.

As she sat upright, the hem of her robe parted naturally, inadvertently revealing a pair of fair, jade-like, perfectly shaped, long, straight calves and delicate ankles.

This is enough to make any living being fortunate enough to witness it yearn for it, yet in the face of that supreme and holy aura, they cannot feel the slightest sense of blasphemy, only awe and reverence that makes them feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.

Below the imperial steps, more than ten core elders, led by Yuan Zheng and Gui Gu, stood respectfully in solemn silence, the atmosphere heavy.

Yuan Zheng's face was resolute, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His sharp, angular features conveyed an unquestionable sense of integrity and perseverance.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, naturally exuding an aura of righteousness, as if he were born to embody rules and iron laws, giving people a sense of sternness and unapproachability.

Guigu, standing half a step behind him, presented a completely different picture.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was ruddy, and he always had a kind and smiling look. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have accumulated into gentle curves from years of smiling.

He had a slightly hunched back, which made him appear extremely approachable and kind, instantly winning people's favor.