216: Chapter 216 Returning Home! (The Finale)

The bloody battlefield in the Shattered Star Void Belt was on the verge of total collapse.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan knelt on one knee in the air, his Xuan-Huang battle armor mostly shattered. A deep, bone-exposing wound on his chest was still oozing golden Emperor blood, and the hand gripping his battle saber trembled uncontrollably.

Although the six Yao Race Emperors opposite him were also wounded, each of their eyes burned with excitement, like Vicious Beasts staring at prey. Their relentless, successive attacks had pushed him to the brink of exhaustion.

Not far away, the phantom of the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation's Six Paths of Reincarnation had faded until it was almost invisible. Her plain white dress was soaked in blood, and strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks. Every time she raised her hand, it trembled slightly.

She had already slain three Yao Race Emperors, yet the remaining four still fought without fear of death, using Demonic Techniques to entangle her tightly, draining her last bit of Spiritual Qi.

The Human Race's defensive line below had long since collapsed. Of the original million defenders, fewer than two hundred thousand remained, all wounded, their weapons chipped, Medicinal Pills exhausted, relying solely on a single breath of willpower to hold on.

The Yao Race army surged forward like a tide, each impact shattering a section of the defensive line. Screams and the clash of weapons merged together, covering the entire broken starry sky.

Even more despairing was the news from the rear.

Han Zhengde controlled the Human Council, secret agents emerged from all over, Prodigies suffered heavy casualties, reinforcements were completely cut off, and even three supply lines were severed.

Everyone on the front line knew in their hearts that they could not hold on for much longer.

"Old Ancestor Cang Xuan, stop struggling in vain." The leading Ox-Demon Race Yao Race Emperor sneered, his giant axe descending with the force to split a mountain. "Your Human Race's Luck is exhausted. Surrender now, and I might leave your corpse intact."

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan gritted his teeth and forcibly took the blow, a fishy sweetness surging into his throat, which he swallowed back down.

He looked up toward the direction of the Human Race's core Star Domain, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Was the Legacy the Human Race had passed down for countless ages truly going to be buried here?

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

Deep in the starry sky, which had been dyed dark red by Demonic Qi, a faint golden light suddenly shone.

At first, no one paid attention, assuming it was just the radiance of some Magic Treasure.

But the golden light spread at an astonishing speed, and within a few breaths, it covered nearly half the starry sky.

When the thick Demonic Qi touched the golden light, it was like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun, instantly dissolving and dissipating without leaving a trace.

"What is that?!"

The Yao Race Emperors stopped, gazing in shock and uncertainty at the direction from which the golden light came.

That aura was too unique—supreme, profound, carrying the majestic, heaven-ordained authority. Just by looking at it from afar, they felt an urge to submit rising from the depths of their Divine Souls, and even their Demonic Qi became sluggish.

The Human Race side was also stunned.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan stared blankly at the golden light, suddenly trembling all over, his eyes erupting with incredible radiance—that was the Human Race's Luck! It was the Human Race's Luck, a hundred, a thousand times stronger than what he possessed!

Amidst the golden light, a figure slowly stepped through the air.

The man wore simple black casual clothes, his long hair tied behind his head. His features were handsome and profound, his brow carrying a touch of indifferent nonchalance.

His pace was not fast, but every step he took seemed to tread on the pulse of the heaven and earth's Laws. The surrounding space rippled gently, and even time seemed to slow down.

It was Zhou Liangan.

No one knew where he came from, nor did anyone know why he appeared here. But everyone could feel the aura of the Human Emperor on him—an aura that ruled over all races and held the mandate of heaven—like an invisible mountain pressing down, making the entire starry sky fall silent.

"Who, who are you?!" The Ox-Demon Race Yao Race Emperor roared, though his hand gripping the giant axe was trembling slightly.

He was at the Peak of the Half-Emperor Realm, but in front of this man, he almost lost the courage to even look up.

Zhou Liangan ignored him.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, across the corpses of the Human Race covering the ground, across the heavily wounded Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation, and his brow furrowed slightly.

With just that frown, the temperature of the entire starry sky seemed to drop.

He was the Human Emperor.

He was the true carrier of the Human Race's Luck, the co-lord ordained by heaven.

When the entire Human Race fell into desperate straits, when the will to survive of billions of living beings converged upon him, and when the power of the Human Emperor hidden in his Bloodline completely Awakening, the barrier of his Realm was as thin as paper before him.

Zhou Liangan lifted his foot and took the first step forward.

Boom—

A dull, thunderous sound exploded in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul.

The moment the first step landed, the aura around him surged violently.

The Bottleneck of the Enlightenment Realm shattered like glass, and majestic life force gushed from within his body, with circles of Nirvana fire swirling around him.

The golden flames burned, incinerating all dust and impurities from his body. His aura climbed all the way, steadily stopping at the Peak of the Nirvana Realm.

One step, entering the Nirvana Realm.

Everyone on the battlefield was dumbfounded.

Crossing a major Realm in one step?

What kind of concept was this?

Even the top Geniuses throughout history had to Cultivate in seclusion for decades or centuries to even touch the threshold of the Nirvana Realm, and this person reached it in one step?!

Before they could recover, Zhou Liangan took the second step.

As the second step landed, the Void Realm trembled.

The barrier of the Nirvana Realm instantly disintegrated, and the Law power of the Return to Void Realm rushed in from all directions, merging into his body.

The Void Realm behind him began to distort, faintly revealing a giant Dragon phantom, and a terrifying aura that devoured everything while encompassing everything spread out.

The surrounding turbulent space touched this aura and was instantly smoothed out, and even the broken remains of stars were stilled in the air.

Two steps, entering the Return to Void Realm.

The Ox-Demon Race Yao Race Emperor's face turned completely pale.

Return to Void Realm?

How was that possible!

A moment ago, he was only at the Enlightenment Realm, and in two steps he reached the Return to Void Realm?

This did not conform to the common logic of Cultivation at all!

The other Yao Race Emperors beside him also panicked, subconsciously retreating.

They were at the Peak of the Half-Emperor Realm, but the next step from the Return to Void Realm was the Half-Emperor Realm, and this speed of progress was too terrifying.

Just as they felt the urge to retreat, Zhou Liangan took the third step.

The third step.

Boom!!

It was as if the heaven and earth were collapsing; the entire Shattered Star Void Belt shook violently.

Nine ten-thousand-foot-long Golden Dragons of Fortune roared and rushed out from the Void Realm behind him.

The dragon bodies coiled, dragon scales gleaming, each scale flowing with majestic Luck. The sound of dragon roars pierced the starry sky, spreading throughout the entire Human Race territory and every piece of territory of the Yao Race.

The Great Dao of heaven and earth resonated in unison at this moment.

Countless chains of Laws descended from the depths of the starry sky, wrapping around Zhou Liangan.

The barrier of the Half-Emperor Realm shattered in response. His aura soared, from the initial entry into the Half-Emperor Realm, to the Middle Stage, the Late Stage, and finally steadily stopped at the Perfection of the Half-Emperor Realm, just one step away from touching the true Emperor Realm.

Three steps, ascending to the Perfection of the Half-Emperor Realm.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Human Race or the Yao Race, everyone froze in place, staring blankly at the figure surrounded by nine Golden Dragons, forgetting even to breathe.

Three steps, from the Enlightenment Realm to the Perfection of the Half-Emperor Realm.

Such a thing was unbelievable, but it happened right before everyone's eyes.

"Th-this is... the Human Emperor?!" Old Ancestor Cang Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes first filled with astonishment, then erupting with ecstasy.

He was a high-level member of the Human Race and naturally knew about the Human Emperor from ancient legends, who carried the Luck of nine Dragons and was the true Child of Destiny of the Human Race.

He had always thought it was just a legend; he never expected to see it today!

"It is Your Majesty the Human Emperor! We are saved!"

It was unknown who shouted first, but immediately after, all Human Race Cultivators began to cheer excitedly.

The despair that had been suppressed for days and nights instantly vanished, replaced by the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and boiling Battle Intent.

On the other hand, the Yao Race side turned green.

Perfection of the Half-Emperor Realm?

And carrying nine Golden Dragons of Fortune?

What was the point of fighting?!

The six of them combined were not enough to fight with one of his hands!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The Ox-Demon Race Yao Race Emperor reacted the fastest, turning around to run.

The other Yao Race Emperors also woke up, each using their Divine Abilities, desperately fleeing toward the Yao Race direction.

But could they run?

Zhou Liangan's eyes were cold, and he simply raised his hand.

The nine Golden Dragons of Fortune behind him let out a heaven-shaking roar simultaneously, flicked their tails, and leaped, like nine golden lightning bolts, chasing after the fleeing Yao Race Emperors.

The speed was extreme.

The few Yao Race Emperors had not fled far before they were caught up by the Golden Dragons.

The golden dragon claws descended with majestic heavenly authority; let alone resisting, they couldn't even hold up their protective Demonic Qi for half a second.

"No—!"

Several shrill screams rang out one after another.

The six Yao Race Half-Emperors, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, didn't even take a single move before being directly annihilated into fly ash by the Golden Dragons.

Physical Body, Primordial Spirit, Demonic Core—not even a scrap remained, completely dissipating in the Void Realm.

Not just them.

The three secret agent Half-Emperors on the battlefield who had betrayed the Human Race had been hiding behind the Yao Race formation, hoping to slip away in the chaos, but when the Golden Dragons swept past, they were caught in the wake, and the three of them turned into nothingness without even a groan.

From the attack to the end, it took no more than a breath of time.

All the Yao Race Emperors who besieged Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation had fallen.

The Yao Race army below was in complete chaos.

The Yao Race Emperors were all dead, so what were these foot soldiers fighting for?

Countless Yao soldiers were scared out of their wits and turned to run, their formation in a mess, trampling on each other, crying and wailing.

Zhou Liangan, however, was not in a hurry to deal with these ordinary Yao soldiers.

He hovered in mid-air and closed his eyes.

His Divine Thought spread out like a tide, covering the entire Human Race territory.

From the core Star Domain to the edge planets, from the Human Council hall to the back mountain of Tianyan Star, every corner could not escape his perception.

Those secret agents hiding in various places, those traitors whose hands were stained with the blood of Human Race Prodigies—their positions, identities, and what they were doing at this moment were all clearly reflected in his mind.

In the Human Council hall, Han Zhengde was sitting on the main seat, listening to his subordinates report the "results" from various places, his face full of complacent smiles.

He had just picked up his teacup when his whole body stiffened.

An irresistible force appeared out of thin air, directly gripping his Divine Soul.

He couldn't even scream, his eyes bulging suddenly, and in the next second, with a "puff" sound, his head exploded, and his Divine Soul was completely annihilated.

The teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

On Tianyan Star, Zhou Song was taking his men to hunt down the surviving Prodigies in the back mountain, a cruel smile still on his lips.

He had just walked to the entrance of the cave when his footsteps paused, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

Without any wounds, without any warning, his Divine Soul was erased in an instant. His body fell straight down, dead as could be.

Qingmu Star, Yanhuo Star, Xuan Shui Star Domain...

All the secret agents who participated in the slaughter, all those who betrayed the Human Race, no matter how deep they were hidden, no matter how high their status, at the same instant, their Divine Souls were extinguished.

No exceptions, no Luck.

Zhou Liangan slowly opened his eyes.

Just one thought.

All secret agents spread across the Human Race were executed.

This was the authority of the Human Emperor.

Under the shroud of the Human Race's Luck, his words were Law, and his thoughts brought life or death.

Old Ancestor Cang Xuan watched this scene, trembling with excitement.

He struggled to stand up, and together with the Ancient Emperor of Reincarnation and all the remaining Human Race Cultivators, they knelt on one knee toward Zhou Liangan, their voices resounding through the starry sky:

"Welcome, Your Majesty the Human Emperor! Long live Your Majesty!"

"Welcome, Your Majesty the Human Emperor!"

The mountain-shaking and sea-roaring voices rose one after another, everyone's eyes filled with fanatical reverence.

They knew that from today on, the Human Race had a master.

Zhou Liangan raised his hand slightly, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

"Rise, all of you." His voice was not loud, but it carried a force that brought peace of mind. "You handle the aftermath on the front line. As for the Yao Race, I will go solve it."

Before the words fell, his figure had already disappeared from where he stood.

Nine Golden Dragons of Fortune guarded his sides, crossing the starry sky in one step, heading straight for the Yao Race Holy Land.

In the Yao Race Holy Land, the bloody palace.

The Monster Empress was leaning on her throne, waiting for the good news from the front line.

Ying Yexue stood below the hall, reporting the defensive deployment in the rear, both of them wearing relaxed smiles.

In their view, this battle was bound to be won, and the annihilation of the Human Race was only a matter of time.

"When we take the core Star Domain, the first thing I will do is skin Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and pull out his tendons to avenge the deceased Clan Chiefs," the Monster Empress said with a cold laugh.

Ying Yexue just wanted to agree when her expression suddenly changed.

An aura terrifying to the extreme was coming toward the Holy Land at an astonishing speed.

That aura pressed so hard that the entire ancient land was trembling, the bloody Demonic Qi outside the hall was dissipating crazily, and even the Demonic Crystals on the roof of the hall were shattering one by one.

"What is going on?!" The Monster Empress stood up abruptly, her golden-red pupils filled with shock.

She was at the Peak of the Half-Emperor Realm, having lived for several epochs, and had never felt such terrifying pressure.

It was as if the sky was suspended above her head, ready to crash down at any moment and grind the entire Yao Race Holy Land into dust.

Before they could react, the profound iron gate of the great hall turned into fly ash with a loud "Boom."

Zhou Liangan walked in slowly, nine Golden Dragons circling behind him, their golden light illuminating the entire dim hall.

"Who are you?!" The Monster Empress demanded sharply, suppressing the fear in her heart as she gathered all her Demonic Qi and assumed a combat stance.

Ying Yexue also instantly drew the curved blade from her waist, staring vigilantly at the intruder.

Zhou Liangan did not speak, his gaze sweeping over the two.

The Monster Empress was enchantingly beautiful, her dark purple long dress accentuating her graceful figure, with the Empress's majesty and allure between her brows.

Ying Yexue was tall and hot, her tight combat armor outlining her sharp curves; she was imposing, yet carried a hint of the Yao Race fox's allure.

Both were peerless beauties rarely seen.

However, he had no mind to appreciate them.

"The thirteen Yao Race Emperors on the front line are already dead." Zhou Liangan spoke indifferently, his voice calm, yet it exploded like thunder in their ears. "The spies have also been cleared out. Now, it is your turn."

"Impossible!" The Monster Empress exclaimed in shock. "Thirteen Half-Emperor Peak experts, how could they just disappear like that! Who exactly are you?!"

"Me?" Zhou Liangan curled his lips into a faint smile. "Human Race, Zhou Liangan."

As his voice fell, he casually pressed down with his hand.

An irresistible, terrifying force descended from the sky, pressing directly onto the two.

The Monster Empress and Ying Yexue's expressions changed drastically, and they used all their strength to urge their Demonic Qi to resist, but in the face of such an absolute power gap, their resistance was as ridiculous as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

With two "thuds," both knelt on the ground simultaneously, their knees hitting the hard floor with a dull sound.

They wanted to stand up, but that force was as heavy as the Universe; let alone getting up, they could not even lift their heads.

Captured alive.

The dignified Monster Empress and the Yao Race's top general, Ying Yexue, were captured alive without even lasting a single move.

The Monster Empress bit her lip, her eyes red with humiliation.

She had lived for thousands of years, high and mighty, and had never been so disheveled.

But she knew clearly in her heart that the man before her was stronger than her cognition, and they had absolutely no power to fight back.

Zhou Liangan ignored their humiliation and turned his gaze to the depths of the hall.

With a sweep of his Divine Thought, he found Pu Wendong hiding in the Secret Realm of the Holy Land.

At this moment, Pu Wendong was packing his things, preparing to run away.

When the news of the front-line Yao Race Emperors being wiped out and the spies all dying reached him, he knew something terrible had happened.

He never dreamed that such a terrifying Human Emperor would emerge from the Human Race.

His layout of several thousand years, which was about to succeed, had been interrupted by the sudden appearance of Zhou Liangan.

"Impossible... I am the true Child of Destiny... I have the Human Race's Luck..." Pu Wendong muttered to himself, his face pale, while hurriedly packing his Storage Pouch.

He could not figure out how he could have lost so thoroughly after planning for so long.

But just as he ran to the exit of the Secret Realm, he saw Zhou Liangan standing there.

Pu Wendong stiffened, slowly raising his head, his face full of terror: "You, how did you find this place..."

Zhou Liangan looked at him, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if looking at a clown.

"You stole the Human Race's Luck, stirred up so much trouble, and killed so many Human Race Prodigies, and now you want to run?"

Pu Wendong steeled his heart, knowing he could not escape.

He suddenly raised his head, a ferocious look appearing on his face: "Zhou Liangan! I am the Human Race's Child of Destiny, ordained by heaven! If you kill me, you will be punished by heaven! I have the Human Race's Luck on me, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Liangan just raised his finger.

A beam of golden Luck power broke through the air, instantly piercing Pu Wendong's chest.

Pu Wendong's voice stopped abruptly.

He looked down at the blood hole in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had schemed for thousands of years, he was the Child of Destiny, he was about to succeed... How could he just die like this?

He could not figure it out even until his death.

Zhou Liangan did not even give him another glance.

Pu Wendong's body fell, and all the remaining Human Race Luck in his body poured into Zhou Liangan's body, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Coupled with the Luck gathered from slaying the Yao Race Emperors and clearing the spies, along with the support of the entire Human Race, and the perfect blessing of the nine Golden Dragons...

The aura on Zhou Liangan began to surge again.

Boom—

The entire Yao Race Holy Land trembled violently, and a grand bell rang out between heaven and earth.

The barrier of the Half-Emperor Perfection Realm shattered in response.

The true Law of the Emperor Realm descended from the depths of the starry sky, wrapping around Zhou Liangan.

His figure slowly rose in the golden light, the power of the Law around him turning into a tangible Emperor's robe, wearing a flat-topped crown, with nine golden Luck Dragons circling and dancing around him, emitting joyful dragon roars.

The Emperor Realm was achieved.

Zhou Liangan was officially promoted to a Human Race Emperor.

At this moment, auspicious signs descended from the sky across the entire Human Race territory, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and countless Law patterns manifested in the sky.

All Cultivators felt that the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth had become several times richer, and their cultivation Bottlenecks had loosened significantly.

Everyone knew that the Human Race had produced an Emperor.

From now on, the Human Race would usher in an unprecedented era of prosperity.

Having slain Pu Wendong and stabilized the Emperor Realm, Zhou Liangan returned to the blood-colored hall.

The Monster Empress and Ying Yexue were still kneeling on the ground, their faces pale.

They had already sensed Pu Wendong's death and the terrifying Emperor aura on Zhou Liangan.

The Emperor, that was a legendary Realm.

Their Yao Race had inherited for countless epochs, but had never produced a true Emperor.

Zhou Liangan sat on the throne that originally belonged to the Monster Empress, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, looking at the two below.

Messy footsteps came from outside the hall; the remaining Yao Race Elders and generals had all rushed over, kneeling densely on the ground, with no one daring to look up.

The Yao Race Emperors were all dead, the Empress was captured alive, and even Pu Wendong was dead; they simply could not muster any thoughts of resistance.

"Your Majesty, the remaining Yao Race remnants are all outside. Should we..." A deep voice came from the Golden Dragon phantom beside him, the meaning clear—cut weeds and dig up roots, slaughter them all, and eliminate future troubles forever.

Zhou Liangan was silent.

To be honest, the Yao Race had repeatedly invaded the borders and killed countless Human Race Cultivators; it would not be excessive to pay blood for blood for this debt.

If he really gave the order, the nine Golden Dragons would go out, and it would not take long to slaughter the entire Yao Race clean.

But he looked at the densely packed Yao Race beings kneeling in the hall, looking at those trembling ordinary Yao Race citizens, and ultimately did not say it.

The crime lies with the higher-ups, not the ordinary living beings.

If they were truly slaughtered, what would be the difference between him and those bloodthirsty Vicious Beasts?

He was the Human Emperor, not a butcher.

After a long silence, Zhou Liangan spoke slowly: "The Yao Race invaded the borders, the crime lies with the leaders. The ordinary Yao Race citizens will be forgiven for their past."

The Yao Race crowd kneeling in the hall froze, then faces showed wild joy, and they kowtowed repeatedly to thank him for his grace.

Zhou Liangan's gaze fell on the Monster Empress and Ying Yexue.

Both raised their heads, looking at the man on the throne.

The Emperor's majesty made them breathless, but they had to admit that this man, whether in strength or demeanor, far exceeded anyone they had ever seen.

Winner takes all, loser suffers; they had originally thought they would surely die.

"You two," Zhou Liangan's voice rang out slowly, "have managed the Yao Race for many years and are familiar with the tribe's affairs. I give you two choices: either die and pay with your lives for the deceased Human Race soldiers; or, enter my harem, become my Imperial Consorts, and continue to manage the Yao Race for me."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was shocked.

The Monster Empress and Ying Yexue were also stunned.

Take them as consorts?

And let them continue to manage the Yao Race?

The Monster Empress bit her lip, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She was a high and mighty Empress, how could she be willing to be someone else's consort?

But she was also unwilling to die.

And... the person in front of her was an Emperor, the co-lord of the Human Race. In terms of status and position, he was unknown amounts higher than her, the Monster Empress. Following him did not seem like a disgrace.

More importantly, he spared the lives of the entire Yao Race.

Based on this point alone, she had no reason to refuse.

Ying Yexue had even less hesitation.

She was a person who respected the strong by nature, and Zhou Liangan's strength had completely convinced her.

Being able to follow such a man was better than dying.

"Your concubine... is willing to follow Your Majesty." The Monster Empress lowered her head first, her voice a bit hoarse, but with the softness of resignation.

"Your subordinate... is also willing to follow Your Majesty." Ying Yexue also lowered her head.

Zhou Liangan nodded.

"In that case, the Yao Race will submit to the Human Race from today onwards and shall never invade the borders again. The affairs within the tribe will still be managed by the two of you, and you just need to report to the Human Race periodically."

"We obey Your Majesty's decree."

A great war that swept through both races thus came to an end.

The thirteen Yao Race Emperors were all wiped out, the upper echelons were reshuffled, and the entire tribe submitted to the Human Race.

The Human Race's spies were all removed, Luck was flourishing, an Emperor descended, and they ushered in unprecedented glory.

In the following days, Zhou Liangan spent some time reorganizing the Human Race's order.

He rewarded meritorious officials, comforted the families of fallen soldiers, supported new-generation Prodigies, and repaired the border defense lines.

With an Emperor in charge, everything was orderly, and the Human Race's strength increased rapidly at a visible speed.

On the Yao Race side, under the management of the Empress and Ying Yexue, things gradually stabilized, and the two races exchanged what they had, never having conflicts again.

After everything was handled properly, Zhou Liangan also laid down all his worldly affairs.

He was never a person who coveted power; pacifying disputes and protecting the Human Race's peace was enough. As for the trivial matters of the world, it was fine to leave them to Old Ancestor Cang Xuan and the others to manage.

He thought of his confidantes.

The girls who had accompanied him all the way could not keep following him in displacement.

He wanted to give them a stable home, a place that belonged only to them.

On this day, Zhou Liangan left the Human Race's core Star Domain and traveled a long way, arriving at the Solar System, and into the Void Realm outside Earth.

He stood in the vast Universe, looking at that azure blue planet, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.

This was his root, the place where he started.

Zhou Liangan raised his hand, and the Emperor's power was released without reservation.

The Law of Space, Law of Creation, Law of Life... countless Laws flowed at his fingertips.

In the Void Realm next to Earth, he forcibly carved out an independent Small World.

Then, using Earth as a blueprint, he began to create planets in this world.

He drew star fire to make the sun, gathered moon essence to make the moon, molded earth to create mountains, channeled water to form seas, sowed the seeds of life, and spurred the growth of flowers and trees all over the mountains and plains.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, the sun, moon, and stars, grasslands and deserts, the misty rain of Jiangnan... whatever beautiful scenery existed on Earth, it was all here, and even purer and more spiritual.

The Spiritual Qi was abundant, the four seasons were like spring, and there was no strife, no war.

He named this planet "Gui'an."

Return, peace, and joy.

After the planet was built, Zhou Liangan brought all his confidantes over.

The girls were both surprised and happy to see this world that was like a fairyland.

They had accompanied Zhou Liangan through so many storms and could finally stop and live a stable life.

From then on, Zhou Liangan lived on Gui'an Planet.

Usually, he would accompany the girls to visit mountains and rivers, watch the sunrise and sunset, and admire the blooming and falling of flowers.

Occasionally, he would guide their cultivation, or take a turn around the Human Race and Yao Race to see if there was anything going on.

There was no more fighting, no more conspiracies, and life was peaceful and happy.

Under the setting sun, Zhou Liangan stood by the sea, surrounded by his smiling confidantes.

The sea breeze blew, and his sleeves fluttered.

He looked at the sunset in the distance, with a faint smile on his lips.

The first half of his life was spent maneuvering and pacifying the world; the second half was accompanied by mountains and water, with beautiful women by his side.

The Perfection of the human world is roughly like this.

PS: The image is of the Monster Empress.

(End of story)