In the distance stood important figures of the Star Race, including his several brothers, and the most conspicuous person, Sagittarius Constellation, the Creator Ancestral Spirit of the Star Race, and Xing Yuan’s father.

At this moment, Xing Yuan loudly proclaimed to the entire Star Sea: "I announce the formal establishment of the Star Universe Empire! The entire expanse of the Star Sea is the territory of the Star Universe Empire! From today onwards, Star Language will be the universal language of the universe, and all races, all worlds must use Star Language and Star Script, the Star Race holds supreme authority, sacred and inviolable..."

The Star Universe Empire, this unprecedented and unparalleled great empire has finally been established, with most of the Mortal Universe under its domain, ruled over by billions of races.

Later, Xing Yuan and Hua Miaoyu held a lavish wedding in front of countless people, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

...

The scene swiftly changes, and after reigning as emperor for a time, Xing Yuan had children, who quickly grew up and inherited the throne, while Xing Yuan became the Retired Emperor, living an idyllic life with Hua Miaoyu.

Generation after generation of kings ruled over this empire, which seemed to be eternally peaceful, as if the empire would continue forever.

At this time, Huang Yi arrived at a place akin to a Star Race Small World, surrounded by glimmering starlight.

The current emperor of the Star Universe Empire, along with the high-ranking members of the Star Race, were discussing national affairs with solemn expressions.

Xing Yuan sat at the central position, holding a sleeping baby girl in his arms, looking upon her lovingly, out of harmony with the somber atmosphere around him.

"We shouldn’t support the Demon Clan! Our Star Universe Empire is already strong enough; we don’t need to act according to the Demon Clan’s whims anymore." said a person in heavy armor, resembling a Grand Marshal, shaking his head.

A Star Official nodded: "That’s right, our Star Race holds a lofty position, how can we collude with the Demon Clan, what’s past is past, and now we need to draw a clear line with them."

A loud-voiced General laughed boldly: "So what about the Seven Archdemons, they can only hide in the Demon Race Microcosm, they can only send their avatars, never able to threaten our foundation..."

At this moment, the baby girl seemed to be awakened by the loud-voiced General and suddenly started to cry.

Xing Yuan immediately flew into a rage, reaching out to grasp the General’s neck, tearing off his head in one swift motion, blood splattering everywhere, dotting his face.

"Get out and support the Demon Clan, all of you!" Xing Yuan roared.

"Y-yes!" Everyone was immediately terrified into silence, even the current emperor of the Star Universe Empire trembled and left with the others.

"There, there, don’t cry, sweetheart!" Xing Yuan gently coaxed the baby girl, his face taking on a tender and paternal expression, but the splattered blood on his face made the gentle expression oddly out of place.

...

As time flew by, the Star Race continually sent large armies to support the Demon Clan, but the strong national power was severely depleted with each aid effort, continuously oppressing the billions of races under its rule.

Enemies continued to arise all over the universe, with people resisting everywhere, causing the once mighty empire to begin to destabilize.

As wars of resistance erupted one after another, the billions of races under the rule of the Star Universe Empire declared independence one by one, the empire quickly fractured and teetered on the brink of collapse, and the Star Race became a public enemy to many races.

Meanwhile, Xing Yuan, the Retired Emperor, grew increasingly irritable, often killing high-ranking members of the Star Race on a whim.

Sometimes even trivial matters would cause him to vent his anger on others, killing meritorious elders of the Star Race on the spot in the Star Palace, their blood splattering, terrifying the high-ranking members of the Star Race.

More and more high-ranking members of the Star Race were killed, or left the Star Palace to hide far away. The immense Star Palace grew cold and desolate, until only Xing Yuan’s solitary footsteps echoed through it.

No one dared to visit him, no one dared to enter the Star Palace, as if a demonic aura had settled over the palace, cursed.

Even Sagittarius Constellation, the Creator Ancestral Spirit, didn’t dare to see Xing Yuan, despite being Xing Yuan’s father, as his power was no longer a match for Xing Yuan’s.

Only Hua Miaoyu remained able to approach Xing Yuan, their love steadfast, she was the only light of hope in Xing Yuan’s life.

Due to both internal and external difficulties, the decline of the Star Universe Empire was inevitable, with much of the cosmic territory separating from the Star Universe Empire.

Finally, when the Demon Clan once again requested support, Sagittarius Constellation and his other children unanimously refused, ending support and breaking ties with the Demon Clan.

By this time, the Star Race was far from its peak, unable to assist the Demon Clan in wars unrelated to them. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

And Xing Yuan stayed in the Star Palace, indifferent to the outside world, not interfering with this decision.

Then, Huang Yi’s vision shifted, bringing him to a new scene.

The figure of a familiar acquaintance appeared before him—

The King of the Fallen.

He was holding a disheveled woman in a starry sky, kissing her wantonly.

That woman was Hua Miaoyu, her eyes seductive, allowing herself to be manipulated by the King of the Fallen, like a plaything.

"Ah!" Suddenly, an angry shout echoed through the starry sky. Xing Yuan suddenly appeared not far away, staring daggers at the King of the Fallen and Hua Miaoyu.

"Xing Yuan, you came." Hua Miaoyu glanced at Xing Yuan, displaying a pure smile before lifting her head to continue kissing the King of the Fallen.

The King of the Fallen smiled, caressing Hua Miaoyu’s charming face, looking at Xing Yuan, he said: "Xing Yuan, your woman is much more obedient than you."

"Of course, I would never betray my master." Hua Miaoyu nodded obediently.

"Ah!" Xing Yuan cried out in agony, his eyes filled with bloodshot, "You, you signed a Master-Servant Contract with him?!"

"Of course, following the Demon Clan is much better than following you!" Hua Miaoyu nodded.

"Ah! I will kill you!" Xing Yuan’s face twisted as he suddenly charged forward, thrusting his sword at the King of the Fallen.

Hua Miaoyu suddenly turned her body, standing in front of the King of the Fallen.

"Puff!" Xing Yuan’s sword suddenly pierced through Hua Miaoyu’s body.

Her face suddenly turned pale, the enchanting look in her eyes instantly dissipated, returning to clarity.

She stared at the sword piercing through her, disbelief filled her eyes, murmuring: "Why, why..."

Xing Yuan’s body trembled violently, hastily holding Hua Miaoyu, sobbing: "Little Yu, I’m sorry! I, I just wanted to kill the King of the Fallen!"

"Puff!" Hua Miaoyu suddenly pulled out a black short spear, fiercely stabbing through Xing Yuan’s body, the black tip protruding from his back.

"Star Race... can never escape the Demon Clan." Hua Miaoyu’s eyes once again showed a hint of demonic qi, all life completely faded, her head tilted, and she fell silent.

Xing Yuan stared blankly at Hua Miaoyu’s corpse, unable to believe she would attack him, even less could he believe that the only light of hope had died just like that.

The King of the Fallen stood beside them, laughing: "Today is the day of your Star Race’s doom. The King of Hell has already descended upon your Star Race’s small world, slaughtering your people, and even your father will become his slave."

"No, impossible! How could the King of Hell descend upon our Star Race’s small world, you’re lying to me, I will kill you!" Xing Yuan set Hua Miaoyu down, clutching his wound, roaring as he charged at the King of the Fallen.

But the short spear that pierced through his body remained lodged in him, continuously emanating black qi, violently corroding him, making it difficult for him even to stand.

"Do you remember the demon sword the King of Hell gave you? The King of Hell descended upon your Star Race’s small world through that sword. From the moment you knelt to the King of Hell, it was destined that the Star Race would be enslaved by the Demon Clan. Your glory was given by us, the Demon Clan, and of course, we can take it away." The King of the Fallen paced slowly beside him, constantly trying to crush his will with words.

Xing Yuan gritted his teeth in rage, his face pale, the veins in his hand bulging as he clutched the short spear, trying to pull it out.

However, the spear was as if it had become part of him, impossible to extract, endlessly releasing black qi into his body, corroding his flesh and soul.

"Stop struggling, it’s the Cursed Spear of the King of Curses, you’ve fallen under an eternal curse. Your soul will forever be at my disposal, retaining consciousness, only able to endure everlasting pain, forever unable to escape." The King of the Fallen chuckled.

After speaking, he summoned the Gate of the Fallen, bringing forth an endless torrent of souls, claws bared, roaring as they surged towards Xing Yuan.

Soon, Xing Yuan was utterly submerged by the countless evil spirits, his agonized and shrill screams echoing, finally coming to an abrupt halt.

The King of the Fallen waved his hand again, bringing the endless evil spirits back into the Gate of the Fallen, and Xing Yuan’s figure reappeared in place.

He was now a corpse, motionless in the starry sky, blood staining the Star Sea, the Cursed Spear still protruding from his body.

His soul emerged from his corpse, and astonishingly, a semi-transparent Cursed Spear was also embedded in his soul, nailing it down.

He was full of pain, yet still maintained a semblance of consciousness, repeatedly trying to pull out the Cursed Spear, but it remained impossible to extract.

He was eternally cursed!

"Go, become my eternal slave!" The King of the Fallen extended his hand, and Xing Yuan’s soul, uncontrollably, flew toward the Gate of the Fallen, eventually swallowed inside, becoming one among billions of souls.

This mythic Great Emperor of the Star Clan, thus became an eternal slave.

In the next moment, all images finally dissipated, leaving only a soul, appearing before Huang Yi.

The soul had a short spear lodged in its body, full of agony, yet its eyes did not exhibit the madness of other evil spirits, instead maintaining a trace of consciousness amidst the pain, gazing steadily at him.

"Xing Yuan!" Huang Yi stared at this soul, uttering his name.

"On you, I feel my father’s aura." Xing Yuan managed to say while enduring the Cursed Spear’s pain, his voice shaken, as if after countless years of torment, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Huang Yi nodded: "That’s right, I rescued your father from the hands of the King of Hell. He is now free. Perhaps, I can also help you regain your freedom..."