The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　"Shut up. It's so noisy."

　Only when the familiar reprimand rang out did Theresa breathe a sigh of relief.

　Upon closer inspection, she was on a tower in... the city of chalk.

　"The Beast Kingdom...it's been so long..."

　Chen Lingxu transformed into the form of an orc and stood on the edge of the tower, overlooking the city.

　"This is... the country where the master lives?"

　Theresa approached the edge of the tower and looked out, where she saw the thriving scene of all kinds of beasts.

　"Roar--"

　A colossal creature, tens of meters long, flew past, its wings flapping, the resulting wind whipping up her hair and long dress, and nearly sweeping her off the tower.

　"Foolish hands and feet."

　Chen Lingxu grabbed the little peach by the neck and pulled her back from the edge of the tower.

　"Master...where are we?"

　"Fool, didn't I already say it? Inside the Originium."

　But... why is the interior of the Originium like this?

　Theresa couldn't understand.

　"What you see before you is nothing more than a copy of a bunch of data. In the past, if that thing had dared to fly here, I would have skinned it alive and pulled its tendons out of it."

　A collection of clones created from data from their previous lives, their operational logic cannot compare to that of true biological thought. The tower, a view enjoyed exclusively by the Qilin Overlord, would deter even the most powerful flying monsters from flying without orders. The creatures here are not his subjects… merely a pack of cyber beasts.

　"We are currently in the Originium data stream. This replica scene of the Beast Kingdom is like a boat floating on the water, carrying us so that we won't sink into the vast ocean of Originium data."

　Kal'tsit explained to the two of them. Theresa couldn't understand what data was, but this...

　She could still understand the metaphor.

　"Where should we go... to find Blackcrown? And how can we stop the storm outside?"

　"The Black Crown seems to have some kind of connection with Originium. If we can find the Black Crown, piece it together completely, and obtain all its functions, we might be able to change some of the Originium's permissions..."

　Kal'tsit wasn't confident either... she didn't even know how they would leave unscathed after barging in.

　After all… none of those present possessed Originium access. She could only hope that the survival of their civilization had truly become linked to Originium, granting them certain subprogram permissions. Otherwise, they might as well just wait to die here.

　"Alright. Shut up, everyone. We're almost at the Black Crown. I can already smell that disgusting... stench of Tikkaz."

　Before Theresa could figure it out, a violent collision occurred. It was as if a ship sailing on the sea had encountered an extremely strong wave, threatening to capsize it.

　"That is……"

　Theresa looked up... and there stood an enormous towering building in the middle of the ocean.

　Even from such a great distance, she could 'see' the countless... endless... Sarkaz scattered across the tower.

　"These are the souls of the Sarkaz."

　Kal'tsit gazes at the Sarkaz and recounts the form in which they exist.

　The giant ship collided with the tower, followed by a fierce battle.

　The endless battles and entanglements between the Chalk City and the Black Gray Tower...

　"Do you see that, Kal'tsit? The continuation of civilization."

　The shattered crown, now reduced to countless fragments, was appearing piece by piece atop the heads of the many Sarkaz.

　"I see it. All the dead demon kings are here."

　What should we do next?

　No answer is needed.

　The Qilin Overlord leaped into the air, and the 'beastmen' crashed into the dark tide along with the radiant light.

　The countless demon kings who died, the countless heroes of the Sarkaz, the countless Sarkaz... the accumulation over ten thousand years has almost filled this towering tower to the heavens.

　The Divine People Overlord and the Ancestral Legion, these beast people who were gathered in this kingdom based on the past of the Qilin Overlord, also followed the past emperors and embarked on this grand expedition once again.

　Theresa didn't know what to do. She was a Sarkaz, and should have stood on the side of the souls... But at a glance, all the souls were filled with hatred and resentment, and there wasn't a single beautiful soul among them... How could such souls... possibly protect the Sarkaz?

　"Theresia, don't be afraid."

　She looked up and saw her sister standing beside her as always.

　"Alright. Let us... offer a lament for all the souls."

　Since we've already made up our minds to take the Sarkaz to a better life, then... these things can only blind the Sarkaz, keeping them forever immersed in the hatred of the past, unable to see a shred of hope for the future... let's hurry up and stuff them into the trash heap and burn them to ashes!

　"Come up here! Theresa! Therese."

　A gust of wind swept around her, and when she looked up, she saw a two-legged wyvern being ridden by Kal'tsit.

　"Ms. Kal'tsit."

　Without a second thought, they immediately climbed onto the dragon. As their view rapidly rose, everything before them came into full view. They witnessed... this vast battlefield, this brutal war, this... magnificent expedition.

　"My people! Let this tower burn!"

　The roar of the Qilin Overlord resounded in all directions.

　Everything that stood in his way was destroyed by him.

　A tyrant who has been flogging his heart? Kill him!

　A dirge lead singer? Kill!

　The Great Decayer? Kill!

　The Bloodstained Prince? Kill him!

　The fragments, once again, came together with the death of the demon king who possessed them, draped layer upon layer behind the Qilin Overlord, like a cloak laden with merits.

　"People of God!"

　Tearing apart the Sarkaz lines, each step upward symbolizes turning back the wheel of time countless years.

　Chen Lingxu, who was leading the way, saw the three heroes, or perhaps... sinners, who existed in the history of Sarkaz.

　"I am the Punishing Clan! Ba'erxun!"

　The fire demon sorcerer roared and attacked him first.

　"Damn it. He's still so reckless."

　"...There's no other way. Gedu, let's go."

　The two Sarkaz behind him, each lamenting, attacked the Kirin Overlord from both sides.

　The second, third, and fourth Demon Lords in Sarkaz history: 'The Builder' Godu, 'The Sunbinder' Balson, and 'The Ranger' Quilon.

　Three ancient heroes, three sinners who broke taboos, three mortal enemies... three brothers, after a long period of time, with their hatred and remorse never fading, stand together once again to launch an attack on their enemies.

　Chapter 103 Crossing the Gate of Three Peaks

　"Die, you trash."

　The Qilin Overlord's claws tore apart the Stone Wing Demon's wings, pierced the hybrid's heart, and crushed the Flame Demon's head.

　The three largest pieces of the crown were stacked on his shawl.

　Look up to a higher place.

　There is one last fragment of the Black Crown there.

　Looking back, the war between the Orcs and the Sarkaz only took an even more brutal turn.

　"Your Majesty... I have successfully delivered the Sage."

　Lower your head, and follow

　The two-legged dragon, stained with blood, plummeted to the ground, and the three people who had ridden it all the way from the sky also landed with it.

　There are also many flying species among the Sarkaz, and even powerful gods find it difficult to pass through the blockade unscathed.

　"Ah."

　Chen Lingxu squatted down, patted the two-legged flying dragon's head, then turned around and walked towards a higher place.

　"...Long time no see, Yuanshi Tianzun."

　The original demon king waited alone for his arrival.

　"You bunch of trash, you're really good at causing trouble."

　Before Chen Lingxu could even make a move, his opponent had already fallen to the ground.

　"Alas...we have already tasted enough of the regrets and grudges we have made."

　The Exile dwells at the highest point of the souls, and with each Sarkaz who arrives there, he tastes a portion of suffering. He thus sees how the souls are filled with hatred, and he thus sees the reasons for all the suffering of the Sarkaz who have returned to the souls.

　All of Sarkaz's suffering stemmed from him.

　"If we had chosen a different path back then, what would our Terra be like now?"

　But it's too late to say anything now; there's no going back in this world.

　The Far Chaser removed the fragment from his head and looked at the twins following behind the Qilin Overlord.

　“O Primordial Celestial Lord… The beastmen often praise your tolerance and say you are great. I, a sinner, hereby confess my sins and bow my head. You… would you be willing… to give Tikkaz… no, Sarkaz another chance?”

　"Enough with your rambling. I have no patience to watch you keep regretting it. Once you've said your piece, just die."

　Chen Lingxu stepped forward. The black crown was nearing completion, but the pursuers showed no panic or regret.

　“You… are indeed as the beastmen said… the great… Primordial Heavenly Venerable.”

　Having fought his way here, what he thought would be the most exhilarating and climactic battle turned out to be a pointless struggle with nothing to do but watch meaningless regret CGs and speechless comments. Looking at the pile of fragments in his hand, Chen Lingxu felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

　"A-Xu, quickly check the continuation of civilization."

　But putting aside the matter of the Far Exiles for now, Kal'tsit immediately stepped forward to urge them on. The lynx's ears perked up, and she looked around nervously, seemingly afraid of something.

　"Ms. Kal'tsit?"

　Theresa was puzzled... Even the original Demon King, the Far Chaser, had surrendered. What could the Qilin Overlord not be able to solve?

　"Theresia! Look over there!"

　Therese hurriedly called for her sister, and as Theresa turned her head, a screeching sound came from beside her, as if the fur had stood on end by a lynx.

　"Damn it! She's found us! Hurry! We have to get out of here!"

　"Who? Who discovered this..."

　All Theresa could see was a colossal wave as high as the sky. Wherever that wave passed, the beastmen, the Sarkaz... were instantly reduced to ashes.

　"The true owner of Originium... Axu!"

　The ruffled lynx looked at the qilin beside it. In the palm of its hand, the small black crown, after ten thousand years, had been restored to its original state.

　But the Qilin Overlord showed no excitement whatsoever.

　"Don't even think about it. The continuation of civilization won't make us leave this place."

　"..."

　"That means..."

　Theresa clenched her fists and looked at the Qilin.

　"If nothing unexpected happens, everyone will die here."

　"..."

　But... this ending... isn't so bad... it seems the souls will perish along with it... the reborn Sarkaz, without her guidance, can still walk towards their ideals and hopes...

　Theresa thought to herself.

　And...even if I die here...it will be...with my family, with...love...

　"But I have a way."

　"Ugh?"

　Theresa blinked, and then the Qilin Overlord grabbed her by the neck.