A cold light flashed as thousands of people from the Illusionary Feather World, wielding various weapons, fanned out to surround Fang Xian.
They all glared menacingly, their eyes fierce.
Leading them was a burly middle-aged man. He stared at Fang Xian, then glanced at the unconscious Yan Lingji, carried on his shoulder.
He frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
"Young brother, you can take Yan Lingji… as compensation, but you must leave the 'Origin of the World' behind."
Fang Xian slightly raised his chin and sneered.
"What a joke! When did my woman become a bargaining chip for you?"
"Young brother, Yan Lingji is a person of our Illusionary Feather World. Naturally, she can be used for trade. Saying she's yours is going against the natural order."
"I'm too lazy to waste words with you."
Fang Xian pointed to a corpse lying on the palace floor—the old man who had given him the scroll, begging him to spare the Illusionary Feather World.
"You killed this old man?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the old man, utterly disdainful.
"Yes, I killed him."
"This old scoundrel not only exposed the location of the 'World's Origin' to you, but also obstructed us in every way. He's simply a sinner of the Illusionary Feather World."
"He deserves to die."
Fang Xian shook his head helplessly. The old man was desperately protecting the Illusionary Feather World, while these people were recklessly throwing their lives away. They were truly hopeless.
Since that's the case, he couldn't be blamed for unleashing a massacre.
Wisps of black energy began to emanate from Fang Xian's body, rapidly coalescing into seven "Black Qi Demon Hands."
These "Black Qi Demon Hands" expanded and surged outwards, charging towards the enemy with a destructive force.
Wherever they went, clouds dissipated, and space trembled.
Seeing Fang Xian act directly, the powerful figures of the Illusionary Feather World no longer held back, unleashing various ranged spells to bombard the "Black Qi Demon Hands."
The "Black Qi Demon Hands" ignored their attacks, rampaging through the air. Anyone touched by them instantly lost all flesh and blood, becoming nourishment for the "Black Qi Demon Hands."
Having been nurtured by Fang Xian so many times, the "Black Qi Demon Hands" were now far beyond their ability to contend with.
Now, it was a one-sided massacre.
Seeing that they were helpless against the "Black Qi Demon Hands," the middle-aged man had no choice but to target Fang Xian, deciding to capture the leader first.
He roared, his hands forming a hand seal, and crackling lightning crackled from his sword.
"Divine Thunder Strike!"
The lightning crackled and roared forth.
It ripped through the sky, carrying an aura of annihilation, hurtling towards Fang Xian.
Fang Xian sneered, his eyes narrowing, and the "Divine Thunder Strike" vanished without a trace.
The sheer power of the "Divine Thunder Strike" vanished just like that, leaving everyone stunned.
But what happened next chilled them to the bone.
Fang Xian surveyed the area, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone there died.
No one offered any resistance; their deaths were swift and decisive.
The middle-aged man was truly terrified now. He finally understood why the old man hadn't allowed them to intercept Fang Xian:
—they would truly die.
He tried to run, but it was too late.
The "chaotic power" released from Fang Xian's eyes had already killed him silently.
The "Black Qi Demon Hand" quickly devoured all the corpses, let out a satisfied burp, and returned contentedly to Fang Xian's body.
Fang Xian casually collected all the "storage bags" and equipment, glanced back at the Illusionary Feather World, and turned to leave.
Thus, the war between the Illusionary Feather World and the Great Thousand World ended with the Great Thousand World's victory.
The two worlds could no longer interact.
At this moment, a voice echoed in the minds of everyone in the Great Thousand World:
[Announcement, announcement.]
[Congratulations to the Great Thousand World for winning the first war. The second war will be held in 10 months.]
[The world for the second war will be drawn from the 'Intermediate Worlds.' We hope everyone in the Great Thousand World will continue their efforts and strive for even better results.]
Fang Xian was speechless after hearing this announcement. Not even a single reward?
How stingy!
If it weren't for the opportunity to plunder resources and "world origins" from other worlds, the war would be meaningless.
As for their next opponent being a "mid-level world," Fang Xian was quite curious about what kind of world it would be.
Currently, his task was to integrate the "world origin" of the Illusionary Feather World into the "world origin" of the Great Thousand World.
As for where the "world origin" of the Great Thousand World was, he didn't know.
Fang Xian held Yan Lingji in his arms and gently shook her awake.
Yan Lingji slowly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at Fang Xian with a puzzled expression.
"Husband, what's wrong?"
She clutched her abdomen as soon as she finished speaking.
"It hurts..."
Fang Xian affectionately stroked her head and whispered:
"Baby, take this. Let's go back first."
He handed Yan Lingji a "High-Level Return Scroll," otherwise they would have to fly for a long time to return to the Dragon Alliance.
Yan Lingji took the "High-Level Return Scroll" and examined it with some curiosity.
"Press here, and we can go back to the city."
Fang Xian embraced Yan Lingji, demonstrating how to use it.
Each of them took a "High-Level Return Ticket," pressed it simultaneously, and returned to Asia City together.
[Ding! Yan Lingji used a "High-Level Return Ticket," returning 52,000 tickets.]
…
Blue Star Region, Asia City.
When news of the Great Thousand Worlds' victory spread, the entire Great Thousand Worlds was instantly ignited.
The streets and alleys of the city erupted in deafening cheers, wave after wave, seemingly about to lift the sky.
People surged into the streets like a tidal wave, strangers embracing tightly, sweat and tears mingling, indistinguishable between sorrow and joy, only knowing that at this moment, they were the luckiest group of people.
In the square, a giant screen played Fang Xian's image in rotation; he was their hero, their faith.
At this moment, Fang Xian's name was known to everyone in the Great Thousand Worlds.
He was revered by the world.
Fang Xian, the protagonist, happened to appear in Asia City. He looked at the bustling streets, a scene of vibrant activity everywhere.
"Let's go, let's fly over."
He took Yan Lingji's small hand and slowly ascended into the air, flying towards the Dragon Alliance.
Someone in the crowd shouted first, "Look! It's Fang Xian, our great hero!"
Instantly, everyone's eyes turned to the sky.
Their eyes widened, filled with reverence and surprise, as they waved their arms excitedly and shouted Fang Xian's name.
Fang Xian, seeing the crowd's fervent enthusiasm, smiled, slowed his flight, and waved in response.
The crowd, even more excited by Fang Xian's response, shouted even more enthusiastically, oblivious to the bulging veins on their necks.
He had been welcomed and revered throughout his journey; this feeling
was wonderful.
In this way, the vast majority of people in the Great Thousand Worlds would become his most important
—accessories.
Once Fang Xian unleashed the "Temporary Contract" and "Attribute Integration," he would then
—become omnipotent.