"No, fighting like this is too slow." Finally, Dream Against the Heavens shook his head and ceased his attack.

Fighting the King of Hell in this way was entirely meaningless. No matter how powerful their attacks, hitting the King of Hell was like bathing in a spring breeze—merely squandering their divine power.

"Since the King of Hell has come to the Star of Corruption, let’s attack the Hell Star!" Mountain City Wanderer hefted his mountain-cleaving blade, licking his lips.

"Indeed, the Demon Race Microcosm is so vast; let’s see how they defend!" Thunder God also nodded, stowing away the Pillar of Sea God, and thrusting it into the void.

The group reached a consensus and immediately left the Star of Corruption, flying towards the direction of the Hell Star.

The King of Hell and King of the Fallen also moved, fending off attacks from Moon Father and Ancestral Dragon, while pursuing the group.

Anyway, the demons on the Star of Corruption were all dead, and important areas were breached. There’s no need to defend them; just leave them here.

"Boom!" At that moment, Huang Yi’s Slaughter Blade slashed the King of the Fallen, forcibly dragging him back and preventing him from heading to the Hell Star.

"Humph! Just playing with you before; do you really think you’re my match?" The King of the Fallen steadied himself, suddenly extending his hand toward the Gate of the Fallen while chanting a spell: "Gate of the Fallen, devour all beings!"

The next moment, the Gate of the Fallen abruptly expanded, flying towards Huang Yi, generating a massive pull as if it were about to swallow him.

Just as Huang Yi intended to dodge, the King of Hell suddenly extended a snow-white hand, pressing it onto his shoulder.

In an instant, Huang Yi couldn’t move a step, firmly held in place.

"Go in." The King of Hell chuckled; that snow-white hand thrust firmly, pushing Huang Yi through the Gate of the Fallen.

Huang Yi couldn’t resist at all, forcibly swallowed by the Gate of the Fallen, entering the world within the door.

His vision changed, arriving at a chaotic time-space resembling a river of time, filled with fragments from the past.

Soul after soul killed by the King of the Fallen, their lifetime experiences turned into scenes soaring and scattering in front of Huang Yi like billions of screens, accompanied by countless voices.

"Atrosha, this shouldn’t be our destiny..."

"I fight across the lands just to return home..."

"I’ve killed countless peerless warriors, but the most unforgettable is killing that unarmed little girl..."

"The Roatte Empire shall endure forever; as long as I’m in power, the citizens shall remain unharmed by the Demon Clan..."

"Gwendolin, go! Fly to places I cannot reach, carrying my dreams..."

"I swear, I will kill the King of the Fallen to avenge you! Until I avenge this, I will not ascend to divinity!"

...

Countless wars, epics, legends, conquests, dreams, loves, deaths all play out before Huang Yi, blurring his vision, overwhelming his senses.

The lives of these innumerable souls were buried in the river of history, yet now witnessed by Huang Yi.

He observed the most crucial moments in these historical figures’ lives, as if living through billions of lives.

He shook his head, swinging his Slaughter Blade to slash at the scenes, but all struck empty air.

He had immense strength but nowhere to exert it; surrounded by remnants of historical images without a clear target for attack, unsure how to escape.

"Could it be that I must summon Tyrant Possession again?" Huang Yi furrowed his brow.

If he was willing to consume 10 Void God Souls, summoning Tyrant Possession would surely allow him to leave.

No matter how strong the Gate of the Fallen is, no matter how wondrous its internal space, it cannot trap a Main God.

However, these souls were reserved to confront the King of Hell. Using them against the King of the Fallen would be a waste.

"Xing Yuan, do you wish for your Star Race to conquer the universe?" At that moment, a magnificent voice suddenly echoed, drowning out all other sounds.

It was none other than the voice of the King of Hell!

Huang Yi turned towards the direction of the voice and instantly saw a massive scene.

In that scene stood a handsome young man with a shining star on his forehead and golden hair, appearing to be in his twenties, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, like a prince.

He was bowed with utmost respect before the imposing figure.

The impressive figure wore a black robe and a hood, under which was a vast black hole emitting a sinister aura—none other than the King of Hell.

Huang Yi felt curious and couldn’t help but fly over.

As he touched that enormous scene, the surrounding space-time transformed, turning illusion into reality.

Huang Yi stepped into that historical moment, standing beside the King of Hell and the handsome young man as an observer.

At this moment, from beneath the hood of the King of Hell, a commanding voice resounded: "Your status in the Star Race is far inferior to your several brothers. As long as I grant you power, you can quickly surpass them and lead the Star Race to glory. Our Demon Clan will assist you from behind. Should the Dream Tribe, Dragon Clan, or any other top cosmic races dare to obstruct you, I don’t mind personally blocking them. But you must follow my orders, let the Star Race sign a covenant of alliance with our Demon Clan, and integrate with us."

"As long as you grant me power, I’m willing to do anything for you!" The blond-haired man named "Xing Yuan" immediately knelt on one knee, pleading earnestly.

"Take this Hell Demon Sword, and you will obtain my power, invincible in all directions!" The King of Hell extended a snow-white palm, in which appeared a slender black demon sword shimmering with starlight, handing it to Xing Yuan.

Xing Yuan quickly extended both hands, eyes full of desire, and excitedly received the demon sword.

At the moment he received the sword, his starlike eyes suddenly enveloped in a trace of demonic qi, growing sinister and eerie, before returning to normal.

The scene changed suddenly, Huang Yi arrived at a vast grassland under the starry sky.

Xing Yuan and a young girl were lying side by side on the flower-covered grassland under the starry sky, gazing up at the dazzling heavens.

"Xing Yuan, are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Of course! My dream is to conquer the Star Sea, to establish an unprecedented interstellar empire for the Star Race, for the entire universe to speak our language, to obey our orders. When that day comes, my father will surely look at me with new eyes, and my brothers will certainly admire me sincerely. Hua Miaoyu, you must believe me, when I ascend the throne, I will marry you."

"But, I don’t want you to go, I just want you to stay by my side, watching the starry sky like this every day," the girl named "Hua Miaoyu" seemed somewhat forlorn, turning away to look elsewhere.

Suddenly, a small flower beside her lit up in an instant, producing a resplendent golden fruit, exquisite and beautiful, a masterpiece of creation.

At that moment, it was as if time was eternal!

But in the blink of an eye, the fruit dispersed into countless light spots, fading into the night sky.

"Ah! I just saw the Time Flower Fruit!" Hua Miaoyu suddenly became excited, quickly grabbing Xing Yuan’s hand.

Xing Yuan turned his head but only saw the scattering light in the sky.

Hua Miaoyu gazed at the disappearing dots of light, whispering: "Legend has it, the Time Flower Fruit only exists for a moment, vanishing in a blink. Those who see it will either experience the greatest fortune or the greatest misfortune. Do you think, which one will I encounter?"

"Fool, you will surely experience the greatest fortune!" Xing Yuan said, holding Hua Miaoyu in his arms, kissing her deeply beneath the starry sky.

...

Once more, the scene shifted swiftly, Huang Yi appeared in a vast star sea battlefield.

At this moment, billions of Star Race warriors were valiantly fighting enemies composed of various races, diverse and manifold.

The immense Star Race army stretched across the starry sky, unstoppable.

The allied army couldn’t resist their advance, retreating steadily.

The commander leading the Star Race army was Xing Yuan!

He rode atop a Starry Behemoth, wielding the Hell Demon Sword, invincible in the star sea, with no one able to withstand even a single move, as he stained the stars with blood.

"Great Prince Xing Yuan, our Gunate Clan surrenders, submitting to the Star Race!" A leader from the United Legions promptly knelt in surrender.

"Our Kre Clan is willing to submit to the Star Race!"

"Lingyin Clan is willing to submit to the Star Race!"

...

Within the allied army, the leaders of various races kneeled towards Xing Yuan, laying down their arms.

"Splat!" Xing Yuan swung the demon sword, cutting off these leaders’ heads, splattering blood on his face, casting a sinister and terrifying image.

"Kill them all, leave none alive!" Xing Yuan extended his tongue, licking the blood at the corner of his mouth, issuing an order, a hint of madness flickering in his eyes.

The scene rapidly transitioned, Xing Yuan led the Star Race army, sweeping across the Star Sea, unleashing a storm of blood and fury, conquering world after world.

That spark of stars grew stronger, finally gaining momentum, sweeping through the entire Mortal Universe, wherever the starry sky reached, almost all fell within the Star Race’s power.

Even those top cosmic races dared not contend with the Star Race, remaining in their own nests, observing this interstellar war.

...

Finally, thousands of years passed, this grand cosmic war ultimately ended.

Xing Yuan stood with hands behind his back, at the center of the universe, silhouettes kneeling towards him from all directions, billions of races stretched to the ends of the starry sky, countless in number.

He had undergone countless baptisms of war, his visage resolute, exuding an aura of iron and blood, a stark contrast to his youthful demeanor.

He finally realized his youthful dream, conquering the Star Sea, controlling over half the Mortal Realm.

Not far behind him, quietly stood a woman, Hua Miaoyu herself, no longer the young girl of the past, her face lined with wrinkles, now softly gazing at Xing Yuan.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Xing Yuan also turned his head and smiled at her, his brows reminiscent of his youthful days.