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What he wanted was never temporary peace, but a new, eternal order defined by his underworld!

Sensing Qin Chuan's unwavering fighting spirit, as steadfast as the laws of the universe, the last glimmer of light in Feng Yao's eyes dimmed completely.

He sighed heavily, a sigh filled with helplessness, pain, and resolve.

He straightened his armor and, facing Qin Chuan, his mentor who had guided his growth and given him strength, performed an unprecedentedly grand salute.

Then, he raised his head and looked deeply at Feng Ying. His eyes held reluctance and concern, but more than anything, a sense of sorrow at being unable to work together because of differing values.

Finally, Feng Yao no longer hesitated. He turned around, transformed into a white streak of light, and soared into the sky without looking back. Following the traces of the Snow Queen's power, he resolutely returned to the Seventh Parallel Universe.

Between his unwavering belief in "love and light" represented by Xuehuang and his deep affection for his family and the gratitude he owed her for teaching him, Fengyao ultimately chose the former.

At this moment, the gears of fate turned completely onto the irreversible track of war.

Chapter 48 Before the Final Battle

The palace of the underworld is dark and magnificent.

The cold, metallic structure, like the skeleton of a giant beast, supports the towering dome.

The flowing arcs of dark blue energy would occasionally burst forth, illuminating the menacing reliefs on the wall, only to cast them back into shadow in the next moment, creating a chilling and majestic atmosphere, as if the air itself were frozen with immense weight.

Feng Ying stood quietly beside the throne of Qin Chuan, his figure as straight as a spear, his silence itself the most steadfast declaration of his stance.

Huo Linfei and Miao Tiaojun still had the lingering fear and urgency from their time travel on their faces.

They eagerly recounted the shocking changes in the sixth parallel universe, how Guigu plotted to frame others, how Fengyao was blinded, and the final duel that tore through the stars, telling Xuan Yizi, who was waiting there, everything in detail.

As Xuan Yizi listened, a heavy expression, long anticipated, appeared on his face, etched with the wrinkles of time.

He slowly shook his head, tapping his cane lightly on the ground, letting out a long, helpless sigh: "Alas... what is destined to come will eventually come. This war, which was destined to sweep across the seven parallel universes, has finally been ignited."

Qin Chuan, seated on the highest throne, had an expression as calm as an ancient well with no bottom.

His profound gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of the hall, casting its light upon the boundless, starless void outside. He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an indifferent detachment that seemed to understand the cycle of all things:

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.

The echoes of his words still lingered in the hall when he withdrew his gaze and turned to the Lion King, who stood below as still as a rock. His command was concise and cold:

"Lion King, assemble all the legions of the Underworld. Target: the Seventh Parallel Universe, the Holy Realm!"

"I will obey Your Majesty's command!"

The Lion King's eyes suddenly erupted with a long-suppressed fighting spirit, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening. He roared as he accepted the order, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

Thanks to the unique cultivation method created by Qin Chuan in his early years, which can stimulate and guide alien energy, the overall strength of the Underworld has quietly become comparable to or even surpassed that of the Holy Realm after years of dormancy and development.

Now that Guigu is seriously injured, this biggest variable has temporarily become ineffective. This is indeed a golden opportunity to break the 100,000-year stalemate and have a final battle with Xuehuang!

Leaning on his cane, Xuan Yizi took a faltering step forward, his withered lips slightly parted, as if making a final effort:

"Pluto, perhaps there is still a chance to turn things around, we can still..."

Qin Chuan simply raised his hand, a simple gesture that carried an unquestionable authority, cutting off all advice.

He had no intention of listening to the old tortoise chanting any longer. His figure rippled slightly on the throne before slowly dissipating like smoke, leaving only an empty throne.

With a major battle looming, he needed a moment of absolute peace to spend with his wife and daughter.

Xuan Yizi gazed at the empty throne, and could only shake his head heavily again, sighing as he slowly disappeared into the dim light at the entrance of the hall.

Seeing that everything was temporarily finished, Huo Linfei also called Miao Tiaojun to prepare to leave.

Just then, a tall and imposing figure returned, blocking his way like an iron tower—it was the Lion King.

"Lion King? Is there anything else?"

Huo Linfei looked at his former comrade-in-arms with a puzzled expression.

The next moment, what happened left him speechless.

The indomitable Lion King actually knelt down on one knee before this still green super beast warrior, lowering his head, which he never easily bowed to!

"Huo Linfei, I have a request! This matter concerns the survival of the Underworld. If you do not grant it, I will kneel here forever!"

The Lion King's voice was deep and resonant, like iron, and carried a powerful weight.

Huo Linfei was startled by this sudden and generous gift, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up:

"Hey! Lion King, get up! We've been through life and death together, so just tell me what's wrong! As long as it's something I, Huo Linfei, can do, I'll do it without hesitation!"

He was passionate and loyal by nature, and he could not bear such a serious request from his friend.

The Lion King raised his head, his gaze sharp and fixed on Huo Linfei: "I would like to borrow your ability lock for a while."

"A special ability lock?" Huo Linfei was taken aback.

"Back then, it was because of my lack of strength that I failed to acquire the Super Beast Armor, which led to Lady Hades being trapped in a desperate situation and almost causing an irreparable mistake..."

A deep pain and regret flashed across the Lion King's face, only to be replaced by an iron will:

"This is my eternal regret! This decisive battle in the Holy Realm concerns the Hades' grand ambitions and the fate of my countless citizens. Victory is the only option; defeat is not an option! I must not repeat the mistakes of the past. I must possess even greater power to ensure that this battle is won without fail!"

Huo Linfei was even more confused:

"But Lion King, as the commander of the Underworld, how could you not have your own special ability lock?"

The Lion King explained in a deep voice, with an undeniable air of pride and stubbornness:

"Precisely because I am Hades' arm, I must set an example. In the past, in order to force myself to break through my limits and become a super beast without relying on external objects, I permanently sealed my own superpower. This seal is connected to my life core, and unless I die, even I myself cannot forcibly open and remove it."

Upon hearing this, Huo Linfei suddenly understood, and a feeling of admiration for the Lion King welled up in his heart.

This extreme pursuit of power and absolute loyalty to Hades moved him.

Without much further hesitation, he nodded emphatically and said loudly, "Alright! Lion King, I believe you! I'll lend you this power lock!"

After saying that, he raised his hand without hesitation, removed the superpower lock from his wrist, and solemnly placed it in the Lion King's large palm.

The Lion King clenched his fists tightly, gripping the power lock that still carried Huo Linfei's warmth and trust, as if accepting the hopes of the entire underworld.

His gaze was as firm as a rock as he stared at Huo Linfei, making a solemn vow:

"Huo Linfei, I will remember this kindness and grace! No matter how this battle ends, as long as I have a breath left, I will personally return this lock to you intact!"

After speaking, the Lion King did not delay any longer and bowed deeply to Huo Linfei.

He abruptly turned around, his cloak drawing a sharp arc behind him, and with firm, mountain-like steps, quickly merged into the endless, dark corridor deep within the Underworld Palace, making final preparations for the upcoming ultimate battle.

At this point, all members of the Super Beast Squad except for Miao Tiao Jun have temporarily lost their Super Beast Armament abilities.

They huddled together, speechless, their faces filled with unprecedented confusion and bewilderment.

This journey across 100,000 years of time allowed them to witness firsthand too many realities where right and wrong were reversed and difficult to distinguish.

They once regarded Hades, the embodiment of darkness, as having shown unwavering faith and profound protection; while under the command of Snow Queen, who was revered as the embodiment of light and love, there lurked despicable figures like Guiguzi, and her absolute doctrine of love seemed to be not without flaws.

The line between justice and evil, which was once firmly believed in, has become completely blurred and collapsed at this moment.

Now, even the super beast armed forces they rely on for fighting have temporarily left them.

So, which side should they stand on?

Is it Hades, who advocates for power and order and intends to break down the old world and establish a new one?

Or should we support Xuehuang, who advocates for light and fraternity and tries to maintain the existing order?

For the first time, the members of the Super Beast Squad were plunged into a truly profound state of confusion.

The path beneath their feet seemed to fork in the mist, stretching out into completely different distances, each one filled with unknown thorns and uncertain variables.

Chapter 49 White Snow Holy Radiance

The seventh parallel universe, the Holy Realm.

The Snow Emperor's palace still stands majestically, shrouded in an eternal and solemn holy radiance. But beneath this light, which is enough to comfort all living beings, undercurrents are surging, and a sense of oppressive tension, like the impending storm, permeates every inch of the air.

Guigu, still recovering from serious injuries, was as pale as paper and his breath was weak and feeble.

He leaned back in his chair, as if even maintaining his posture required immense effort.

However, his deep-set eyes gleamed with shrewd calculation, and with his inflammatory and suggestive tone, he was meticulously weaving the crimes of the Wind Shadow to the Snow Emperor, who sat enthroned on the throne.

Guigu cleverly distorted the process, vividly and meticulously depicting how Fengying secretly colluded with the Netherworld warriors, how he attempted to seize the Xuanming Coffin, and how he launched a ruthless attack on him.

In his narrative, he became a victim who endured humiliation and sacrificed for the greater good, while Fengying was the most vicious and deadly pawn that Hades had planted within the Holy Realm, whose heart was utterly despicable.

Feng Yao, standing solemnly to the side, clenched his fists, his resolute face a mixture of immense pain and indelible shame.

Even now, he is still blinded by the lies carefully woven by Guigu and the seemingly irrefutable "first-hand witnessing," firmly believing that his only sister has indeed betrayed the noble holy realm and poisoned the highly respected elder.

The intense guilt burned through his heart like lava, eventually becoming unbearable.

Feng Yao took a sudden step forward, kneeling heavily on one knee. The armor struck the ground with a crisp sound as he tearfully begged Xue Huang for forgiveness.

"Snow Queen! Feng Ying's fault lies with me! It is all because of my poor discipline and lack of guidance that she has gone astray and committed such a grave mistake! Feng Yao... is willing to bear all the blame for his sister, please punish him severely, Snow Queen!"

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with a sense of failure as an older brother.

The Snow Emperor was enveloped in a soft yet blinding eternal light, obscuring her face. Only a long, sorrowful sigh echoed, seemingly traversing endless time and space:

"Feng Yao, get up. This is not your fault alone."

Her voice was ethereal and elusive, tinged with self-reproach:

"Perhaps I was too idealistic, too trusting of Hades's sincerity in seeking peace, and failed to see the deeper meaning behind it, which led to the annihilation of the kind Baboo family and ultimately caused today's disaster..."

Just as the Snow Emperor sighed, and the atmosphere in the hall became so heavy it almost froze, a soldier from the Holy Realm rushed in in a panic. He didn't even have time to properly bow before he breathlessly reported in a trembling voice, his face filled with extreme horror:

"This is terrible! The Underworld... the Underworld's army has broken through our outer defenses and is advancing towards the Imperial City on a massive scale! Their momentum... their momentum is unprecedented!"

What was bound to happen has finally happened, in the most direct and violent way.

The Snow Queen slowly rose from the throne that symbolized supreme power, and the holy light surrounding her seemed to sway slightly with the fluctuations in her emotions.

She sighed again, uttering a proverb that seemed to be imprinted in the laws of the universe's cycle, exactly the same as Qin Chuan's words, confirming the irresistible trajectory of fate:

"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again... Issue the order, Feng Yao, lead the Holy Realm Legion to meet the enemy!"

A resolute and stern look flashed in Feng Yao's eyes. All his personal pain was forcibly suppressed at this moment. He accepted the order, stood up abruptly, and strode out.

At this moment, he must fulfill his unquestionable duty as the God of War of the Holy Realm, to protect the Holy Realm and resist foreign aggression.