Chapter 669 - 662: All Nations Pay Homage
Nightmare City shattered. The dark clouds that had lingered for three years dispersed, and long-absent sunlight once again shone upon this land.
With the source of corruption gone, the people of the Starry Sky Country awoke from their nightmare and looked to the sky. There, amid the sunlight that symbolized warmth, beauty, and hope, they saw a figure floating in the air, his back to the sun, like a god.
It was that person who had rescued them from the endless nightmare, allowing them to return to this beautiful world.
"We’re saved!!"
"Finally, we don’t have to experience that horrifying nightmare again!"
"What is that? Is that the god who saved us?!"
"..."
Cries of tearful joy rang out. Some people even fell to their knees, worshipping the figure in the sky with the piety of true believers.
The one who could save them was their God.
Floating in the sky, Zhou Yuanjue gazed down at the ground. The gloom had lifted, and the Starry Sky Country was no longer cast in a deathly gray pallor. Countless people who had moved like zombies were now filled with life and spirit once more.
Then, he saw that, prompted by a few individuals, large crowds were kneeling and worshipping him. He was momentarily speechless.
’Hmm, the Starry Sky Country’s governing system has been completely devastated. It’ll probably fall into a period of chaos...’
’But I’ll leave that for the world leaders to worry about. I’ve already done everything I can.’
Zhou Yuanjue murmured to himself. Power surged around him, twisting the void. In an instant, a True Realm passage opened. He took a single step, entered the passage, and left the Starry Sky Country via a True Realm Jump.
His miraculous act of vanishing into thin air instantly drew gasps from the masses below, and their worship only grew more fervent.
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「In the half-month that followed.」
Following the connection between the sealed Ancestral Incarnations and the Sealing Realm Images, Zhou Yuanjue traveled the globe. One by one, he located the world’s remaining Sealing Realm Images, extracted the core power of the Primordial Ancestors from within, and sealed them into crystals.
With all the Primordial Ancestors sealed, the remaining Celestial Demon forces—the Ancient True Kings, First Generation Level beings, and others—lost their will to resist. They were hunted down and suppressed by human Martial Artists. However, a few stubborn holdouts refused to surrender their freedom and continued to hide among ordinary people.
All over the world, however, Martial Artists wielding Holy Artifacts began using their power to conduct large-scale sweeps with Divine Soul Power. Even the Celestial Demons wouldn’t be able to hide for long.
It was foreseeable that, in the near future, all Celestial Demons would be brought under control.
For the first time in six thousand years, humanity had truly escaped the shadow of the Celestial Demons.
The world erupted in celebration, filled with the joy of surviving a great catastrophe. Countless people returned to the homes that the Celestial Demons had seized and occupied. While they mourned for their innumerable fallen compatriots, they also looked forward to the peaceful lives that awaited them.
Only those who have truly experienced the pain of war can appreciate the preciousness of a hard-won peace.
Countless people cherished their present lives all the more, and they were deeply grateful to the heroes who had restored peace.
Amidst massive reconstruction projects around the world, hero memorials were erected one after another. Familiar names were inscribed upon them, destined to be remembered forever.
The living heroes, in particular, became objects of universal admiration.
Meanwhile, the conflict against advanced beings like the Celestial Demons had made everyone understand the importance of Life Evolution. The Martial Dao, humanity’s unique path to achieving it, had already developed into a complete and systematic practice over the past three years of exploration.
Nations across the globe established Martial Dao academies. While continuing their conventional studies, the populace began dedicating more time to learning and researching the Martial Dao.
The grand vision that Zhou Yuanjue and the Chief Commissioner had once shared—to spread the Martial Dao to all under heaven—was slowly becoming a reality.
At the same time, a highly anticipated conference was being held in Donghua.
This conference, convened at Donghua’s initiative, was meant to discuss numerous key issues concerning the future of Earth Civilization: the post-war reconstruction and development of nations, the establishment of a comprehensive Martial Dao alliance, and more.
Every country in the world sent representatives to attend. Not one dared to show the slightest disrespect.
Putting aside the fact that Donghua now possessed the most complete and stable post-war society and the largest, most powerful contingent of Martial Artists, Zhou Yuanjue alone was enough to sway the global situation. He could even dominate the fate of humanity.
The conference was in session.
The grand conference hall, capable of holding tens of thousands, was brilliantly lit. Every one of the densely packed seats was filled with the highest-ranking officials from every nation; many heads of state had even come in person.
This was a conference that would decide the fate of the planet, an unprecedented event for humanity, and a scene the likes of which Donghua had never witnessed in all its history.
All nations had come to pay homage.
Even when the Starry Sky Country was the world’s hegemon, it had never commanded such a grand spectacle.
This proved that Donghua’s current influence had far surpassed all expectations.
But for that very reason, the faces of many attendees were filled with a mixture of anticipation and unease.
Would such immense influence and power breed uncontrollable ambition?
No one knew what would happen, especially when one man’s power surpassed that of all nations—even the entire planet.
Absolute dictatorship? Or supreme authority, like a god, transcending all laws, morals, and everything else?
No one wanted to see that happen. After all, the concepts of freedom and equality were deeply ingrained in the human psyche.
But if Donghua and the Far East Alliance truly decided to interfere in their sovereign affairs, would they have any way to resist?
They asked themselves and knew the answer was no. That was why they were all the more apprehensive.
All eyes were on the main platform. No one knew what kind of agenda the man with god-like power would put forth at this conference.
However, when the conference officially began, everyone was dumbfounded.
At such an important conference, Donghua had sent its head of state and the Chief Commissioner as the representative for all Martial Artists, but the god-like figure was conspicuously absent.
During the conference, Donghua made it clear that it would not interfere in the internal affairs of any nation. Instead, for the advancement of Human Society, it proposed the formation of a Human Development Alliance, with the participation of all nations, to foster closer global ties.
The attendees couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, however, they were puzzled. Why was he absent from such a momentous occasion?
What they didn’t know was that Zhou Yuanjue couldn’t care less about such things.
Power and fame held no interest for him. His sights were set on something far more distant.
「In the most secure, core chamber of the Secret Inspection Bureau.」
The crystal seals containing the Primordial Ancestors were displayed like fossils in a museum. Dim lighting illuminated the varied expressions frozen on the faces of these terrifying beings.
At this very moment, Zhou Yuanjue stood before the crystal seal of Ancestral Ji. She was dressed in a cheongsam, her figure and face were nearly perfect, and her eyes were gently closed. After a moment of silence, he reached out his hand toward the crystal.