Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 153 The Dream Paradise Shatters, Ye Xiaolei Flees
"Four years ago, I thought my lifespan was about to end and I would never have the chance to see you hold up the future of humanity."

Chen Zidian's voice was old and deep, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the years as he looked at Yuehui and the others.

“But who could have imagined… in just four years.” He shook his head slightly, a barely perceptible ripple appearing in his eyes, “that you would all be standing here.”

Yuehui met his gaze, a faint yet firm smile curving her lips: "Senior, I said back then that this day would come. It seems... you didn't trust me enough back then."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zidian was taken aback at first, then burst into loud laughter, a laugh that was both reassuring and gratifying:
"Hahaha... Yes, it's my fault! This old man has such a narrow perspective!"

He suppressed his smile and solemnly accepted a token forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron from Han Qian's hand.

The black card was as somber as night, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in Chen Zidian's hand.

He gazed solemnly at the moonlight, each word spoken as clearly as a bell:

"Then, the future of humanity rests in your hands—[Eternal Dawn]!"

Yuehui stretched out her hands and steadily took it.

The token felt slightly heavy in my hand, with an icy touch, and the four sharp characters "Eternal Dawn" were engraved on the front.

At the core of the token, a level 10 Light Magic Crystal is radiating a warm yet magnificent light, like an undying morning star sealed within.

He tightened his grip on the token, his gaze sharp as a tempered blade when he looked up:
"Don't worry, leave it to us."

(Not just humans... but demons too!)

...

Before the solemn atmosphere of the awarding ceremony had completely dissipated, the six predecessors of the Fallen Demon God quietly left the Holy City and rushed back to the front line against the Demon Race.

As everyone watched them depart, they all knew that this was probably the last time they would see these six legends.

Yuehui did not immediately lead the team to the front line as everyone expected.

After the awarding of medals, he led his team back to the Demon Hunter Group's villa and announced that he would be going into seclusion to cultivate.

In recent days, he has vaguely sensed that he has hit a critical bottleneck.

During the fierce battles at Exorcism Pass and Dragon Pass, Eternal Melody quietly absorbed the souls of the dead from the entire battlefield.

These soul energies, purified by the Tower of Eternity, were transformed into the purest power.

Unlike when Electrox purified the Tower of Eternity, this time all the energy was used solely by Moonshine.

Under the infusion of this enormous energy, Yuehui's cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds.

In just one month, his spiritual power rose from 300,000 when he was just filled with the Eternal Heart to more than 399,000. He was just one step away from breaking through to 400,000 spiritual power, which is the fourth level of the ninth rank.

...

"Give me... Condensate!"

A deep yet firm shout echoed within the Tower of Eternity.

As if breaking through the last invisible dam, the tenth spiritual aperture naturally condensed and took shape within his body without the slightest stagnation.

The moment the spiritual aperture took shape, the spiritual energy flowing around him surged up, breaking through that crucial boundary and finally stabilizing at 400,001.

“Ninth Rank, Level 4…” Yuehui slowly opened her eyes, and couldn’t help but reveal a self-deprecating smile. “To go from the ‘eighth Rank’ on the surface to the ninth Rank, Level 4 in one go, I’m afraid no one would believe it if I told them about this experience.”

He carefully examined his inner self, but did not feel any significant changes in himself due to the condensation of the tenth spiritual aperture.

After all, he had already mastered the technique of releasing spiritual energy, comprehended the powerful domain long ago, and even his spiritual power base had far exceeded the ordinary threshold of the ninth rank, reaching a terrifying level of 300,000. "Well, I have finally stepped into the fourth level of the ninth rank. With my current strength, even without using the power of heavenly punishment, after the amplification, I should have a 60% chance of killing that seventh demon god."

Moonlight stretched his body, and his bones made a series of soft cracking sounds.

The joy of the breakthrough made him want to share the good news with Cai'er immediately. He had a sudden thought and was preparing to leave the Tower of Eternity.

Just then, a burst of rapid, turquoise light suddenly erupted from his chest!

Immediately afterwards, Ye Xiaolei's originally clear but now panicked voice screamed directly in his mind:

"Help—help me!"

Before the light faded, a small figure stumbled out in a very disheveled state, rolling several times on the ground before barely coming to a stop. It was Ye Xiaolei.

Her hair was disheveled, the natural aura surrounding her had dimmed and become disordered, and her small face was filled with fright.

"Xiao Lei?" Yuehui's expression tightened, and she immediately stepped forward. "What happened?"

Still shaken, Ye Xiaolei patted her chest, her voice trembling, "It's...it's the Demon Emperor! He...he came in person, he's here to capture me!"

As she spoke, she glanced back with lingering fear, as if that terrifying being might tear through space at any moment to pursue her.

Upon hearing this, Yuehui's face instantly darkened, and her brows furrowed: "What about Dream Paradise? How is the situation there?"

These words seemed to strike at Ye Xiaolei's deepest sore spot. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and large tears instantly rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s all gone…it’s all gone…to catch me, he…he shattered the entire space…” She collapsed to the ground, sobbing sadly.

Sensing her deep-seated sorrow and despair, Ya Ting and Lei Ji within Yue Hui's body were also moved and spontaneously ended their cultivation state.

They appeared as two streaks of light, gently flying to Ye Xiaolei's side, silently circling and comforting her.

Listening to Ye Xiaolei's tearful narration, Yuehui's heart sank.

The fact that Ye Xiaolei was able to escape from the clutches of Demon Emperor Fengxiu is itself an extremely dangerous sign.

With Feng Xiu's strength and wisdom, it was impossible for her not to see that if she hadn't signed some kind of contract that transcended space with humans, she, as a god-level spirit furnace, would have had no way to escape.

This means that Fengxiu knows that Ye Xiaolei has made a contract with one of their demon hunters.

"This is really... a headache."

Yuehui couldn't help but rub her throbbing temples.

Even though he had just broken through and his strength had greatly increased, he was still keenly aware of the insurmountable gap between himself and Feng Xiu.

There is absolutely no chance of victory in a direct confrontation.

He suppressed the heaviness in his heart, looked at Ye Xiaolei who was still sobbing, softened his tone, and gently rubbed her head: "Don't cry. When I have enough power, I will definitely help you rebuild a better dream paradise."

"Really...really?" Ye Xiaolei raised her head, her big eyes still brimming with tears, and asked timidly.

Although she often complained that she was tired of staying in Dream Paradise, it was ultimately the home where she was born, grew up, and lived for thousands of years. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't heartbroken.

“Yes,” Moonlight nodded firmly, her tone reassuring, “When have I ever lied to you?”

Hearing this, Ye Xiaolei finally stopped crying.

She sniffed, then, as if suddenly remembering something, turned her face away and mumbled a protest:

"...Stop touching my head, I've already told you it'll stunt my growth!"

(End of this chapter)