Chapter 1: The Fortress of the Sovereign
I did not wait for the dust to settle. After dealing with Gu Tian, I immediately set my sights on my family's safety. I relocated everyone to the Sovereign's Grave. I transformed the mountain—not just with physical walls, but with a complex web of Void Shields and 100 autonomous combat puppets. I turned the surrounding forest into a lethal labyrinth of traps. If any "righteous" cultivator even sets foot near the base, they will be erased before they know they are being hunted.
Chapter 2: The Sleeping Goddess
Moving Mo Yue and her family was the priority. But as she crossed the threshold of my shield, the mountain shuddered. It wasn't the wind; it was a resonance. Suddenly, Mo Yue began to hover. Her aura exploded, momentarily suppressing the Sovereign-level pressure of the mountain itself.
Through my Void Eye, I saw it: an ancient, shimmering seal on her forehead. She was a descendant of a Primordial Ancestor, her true level sealed at the Beginning Ancient God Realm. I suppressed the urge to shatter the seal; if I forced it, the cosmic laws would hunt her down. I must be patient. I must reclaim my power first.
Chapter 3: The Cruelest Game
Morning came, and I went to find her. The conversation was a battlefield of emotions. I played a dangerous game, telling her I was to be married, that the bride was a fairy. She was devastated, kicking me out of her room in tears.
"You never loved me!" she cried.
I waited an hour. When she emerged, I pressed my luck. "I'm marrying your sister," I said, a cruel smirk hiding my heartache. Her confusion turned to realization—she had no sister. The look of betrayal in her eyes nearly broke my resolve, but I walked away. She needed to feel the weight of my presence, and I needed to focus on the storm gathering on the horizon.
Chapter 4: The Truth of the Ancestors
My father summoned me to the forbidden library. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and decaying magic. He looked at me, not as a son, but as a warrior burdened with a dying world's hope.
He told me of the war of millions of years ago—the war where Angels, Gods, Elves, Phoenixes, and Dragons barely survived against the Demon legions. He spoke of the Ancient Demon God, a beast who broke into the Semi-Supreme Creator Realm, because he broke through a while ago, and he was defeated and escaped into the cycle of reincarnation.
"He is returning," my father whispered.
Chapter 5: The Hundred-Year Ultimatum
My father looked at me, his eyes piercing through my secrets. "You speak of this as you lived it, Long Wei."
I deflected—I read it in the library—but we both knew the truth. He handed me the mission: I must reach the Primordial Ancestor Realm and return to the battlefield. The timeline is unforgiving. I have 3650 years in the Ancient Realm, which translates to only 1 year in the mortal world.
The Ancient Demon God's loyal servants have begun their infiltration. The final game has begun, and I am the only piece on the board capable of ending it.