Chapter 1033: Could You Have a Heart and Give Me a Quick End

With the sudden fall of Haotian Immortal Emperor and the group of Chaos Demon Gods, this earth-shaking war of the Immortal Realm came to a hasty conclusion.

Compared to the excitement and joy of the survivors in the Yuan Realm, the Immortals who originally belonged to the Immortal Court camp were mostly filled with trepidation, lost and at a loss for what to do.

Although it appeared for now that their opponents showed no signs of wanting to slaughter them all, all Immortals knew that after this battle, the power structure of the Immortal Realm would undergo a world-shaking change.

At least until the next powerhouse of the Creation Realm emerged, the days of the Immortal Court's dominance and its awe-inspiring influence over the Immortal Realm were gone forever.

"Chief Helmsman, what should we do next?"

While Wu Miaozhen led her subordinates to clean up the battlefield, Mu Qingqing, who was in charge of commanding the Cyber Fleet, cautiously approached a certain someone and asked in a low voice.

In this battle, the performance of the Cyber Branch was stunning. Although it lost several Dreadnought-class Star-Slaying Ships representing the branch's latest technological achievements, it had firmly held the defensive line under the Immortal Court's frenzied siege. Otherwise, the battle would have collapsed long ago, and they wouldn't have lasted until the moment Haotian Immortal Emperor became trapped in his own web.

More importantly, every Immortal in the Immortal Court's army was an elite who had reached this stage through years of bitter cultivation, consuming massive amounts of Heaven And Earth Treasures and cultivation resources, and enduring countless hardships. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were one in a trillion.

Such top Prodigies are irreplaceable once they die, and the difficulty of nurturing them is off the charts.

In contrast, the Dreadnought-class Star-Slaying Ships were merely standard industrial products from an assembly line. As long as production capacity was sufficient, they could build as many as they wanted and continuously upgrade and improve them.

Furthermore, the Ability Users in the Cyber Branch who naturally controlled certain Dao rules, once free from the suppression of the Great Void's rules, could unleash combat power no less than that of an Immortal.

In terms of war potential, the Cyber Branch was not at all inferior to the Immortal Court; in fact, in terms of command and mobilization efficiency, the Cyber Branch was even superior.

It could be said that the Cyber Branch had now come into its own. With the Immortal Court losing its Creation Realm powerhouse, it was fully qualified to stand on equal footing with them.

"Leave a few Ability Users who can adapt to the environment to be stationed in the Yuan Realm, and the rest shall all return to the Great Void."

Faced with Mu Qingqing's inquiry, Qi Yuan pondered for a moment before making a decisive resolution.

In fact, despite the Yuan Realm's natives appearing physically powerful and gaining strength after coming to the outside world, most of these alien races from the place of the Dao's origin could not adapt to the external environment. Staying here was simply an ordeal for them.

If not for the specialized environment simulation chambers inside the Star-Slaying Ships, these warriors from the Cyber Branch would not have been able to maintain long-term operations at all.

Now that the threat to the Yuan Realm had been completely eliminated, rather than lingering here, it was better to let these Great Void natives return quickly to avoid any issues.

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at this First Generation Progenitor of the Cyber Branch who had successfully "returned from the dead," and a sense of unreality once again rose in his heart.

He had to admit that although that super brain's Heart-Nature was twisted and insane, the biological clones it designed were absolute masterpieces.

Whether in appearance or temperament, the clone was identical to Mu Qingqing herself, and it could easily adapt to various extreme environments, making it the perfect vessel.

Therefore, once Mu Qingqing's consciousness was awakened, she immediately decided to continue the super brain's approach, copying her data stored in the cloud modules into the clone, thereby obtaining a brand new body no different from an Immortal Master.

"Yes, Chief Helmsman."

Despite some reluctance, Mu Qingqing nodded seriously and turned to run off to gather her subordinates.

Looking at her slender and graceful back, Qi Yuan sighed in his heart. After several twists and turns, relying on the god-like technology of the Cyber Branch, another living "Mu Qingqing" had been born.

But was the thought-replicated body that achieved Rebirth through such means still the original Mu Qingqing?

This question was quite a headache for Qi Yuan. Fortunately, for now, Mu Qingqing's personality and conduct hadn't changed much; she was still as steady, capable, and loyal as before.

Compared to that ruthless super brain, today's Mu Qingqing also had a bit more human touch, at least she wouldn't try to purge the Cyber Branch's population at every turn.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and turned his gaze toward the direction where the World-Destroying Demonic Dragon had disappeared, his expression gradually becoming heavy.

Qi Yuan knew very well that Tai Hao, whom he once considered his number one enemy, was merely a buffoon paving the way for others. Once the mastermind behind the scenes surfaced, he would face a true test of life and death…

…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

Yunmeng Great World.

Demonic Sect.

Atop a mountain peak that soared into the clouds.

Bang!

After a dull thud, Mo Wentian's body slammed heavily onto the ground. After a moment of daze, he opened his eyes and saw a tall figure standing in a leisurely posture.

Instantly, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His face no longer held the arrogance and wildness of a Demon Ancestor, leaving only deep terror, as if he were facing a ferocious beast.

Mo Wentian struggled to stand up, his entire body quickly drenched in sweat, and even his voice carried an uncontrollable tremor:

"Master Qi, if… if you've played enough, could you have a heart and give me a quick end…"

As he spoke, he didn't even dare to look the man in the face, clearly terrified to his core.

Seeing the dignified Demon Ancestor scared into such a state by him, Qi Yuan couldn't help but frown and asked impatiently:

"Am I really that scary? I just beat you up a few times; is there any need to act like it's the end of the world?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian trembled all over, a smile more hideous than crying appearing on his face, but he dared not argue. He could only close his eyes in frustration, welcoming the miserable fate that was to come.

If possible, he really wanted to bash his head and die right in front of this guy.

Before being captured, Mo Wentian had never imagined that such a brutal existence could exist in this world.

As a prisoner, he was already prepared for severe torture, but he never expected that this master wouldn't follow the usual rules at all, focusing on being creative and finding new ways to torment people.

He had clearly been captured alive, and no matter how great his abilities, he couldn't cause any trouble. Yet, for some reason, the other party suddenly decided to release him…

The most ridiculous part was that when he was released, a certain someone thoughtfully handed him a script and told him to act according to it.

In the script, he was to play an ambitious evil villain trying to destroy the Yunmeng Great World, only to be defeated by the righteous protagonist in the end.

Of course, the protagonist who saved the world in the script was this very devil incarnate before him…

He, Mo, had a lifetime of fame as a proper Demonic Path Magnate; what on earth was this business of being forced to play a villain?

To stay alive, he eventually sucked it up and accepted it. However, because his acting wasn't realistic enough or he didn't strictly follow the script's procedures, he was forced to restart the performance time and time again.

Being defeated by the protagonist over and over again as the "big villain"—how absolutely maddening!

Sometimes it was clearly perfect, but a certain someone was still dissatisfied, picking out a tiny flaw and demanding a reenactment, which meant he had to honestly take another beating…

In this way, after restarting hundreds of times, he finally barely met the requirements and was released from that hellish torment.

Recalling his tragic acting career, Mo Wentian's body trembled again, and a few tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

This kid has freaking achieved Immortal Ascension, yet he insists on descending to the mortal realm to torment an old man like me in the Mahayana Realm. Where is the justice?

Feeling the gaze upon him, Mo Wentian gritted his teeth and simply closed his eyes, secretly making a resolution in his heart.

If the other party asked him to cooperate in acting again, he would immediately kill himself by ramming into a tree, rather than accepting such humiliation even in death…