Chapter 332: Good and Evil Do Not Cancel Each Other

While Fllly and Phiren set out on their journey to find a nearby guard agent named Xiao Fanqie to join them, the three Bei Dou brothers each found their own paths through cultivation to grow stronger.

Someone asked when the heir battle would begin.

Ask once, and they say they’re cultivating; ask again, and they say don’t rush.

Long Quan didn’t care anymore—he was just holding the title now, and all he needed to do had already been done. He spent his days fishing for killer whales and great white sharks with peers like Shi Qing and Lu Feng, sipping tea, feeling he could live another half-century, showing not the slightest sign of urgency.

They weren’t in a hurry, but Jia Ji was.

Where was his path?

How could he go further?

Starting from the Xiong rank, the gaps between tiers became so vast that subdivisions of upper, middle, and lower were introduced.

The Kuang rank had surpassed normal levels, granting extraordinary combat power; no matter how many opponents faced him, he posed an overwhelming threat, and a full-power strike could split mountains and split oceans, yet the gap between each minor tier was unimaginably large.

A typical “Kuang Lower” without special abilities—like a Ghost King, for instance—could only crush one mountain or sink one island with a single punch.

But once reaching “Kuang Middle,” like the former Pure Fox or Hecatia, one could instantly destroy the Moon Capital with no defenses, or harness the entire Moon’s power to alter celestial orbital cycles; even a dozen “Kuang Lower” would merely be sent to their deaths.

As for the even stronger “Kuang Upper,” Jia Ji had never encountered one, but based on his estimation, such a being would need to wipe out the entire surface in one strike and obliterate the Moon.

The divine rank was still too distant to consider for now.

Long Quan’s evaluation of Duo Qi applied equally to him: there was no path forward anymore; no one knew how to grow stronger further, and he had to figure it out himself.

What could he do?

He wanted to grow stronger through “I think about it,” or by reading two books and suddenly awakening—but clearly, he lacked such world-shaking wisdom.

The only path had already been shown to him—

Oh, right, fighting. Only fighting.

Grow stronger through combat, then fight even stronger opponents.

Combat is thrilling! The more you fight, the more thrilling it becomes!

How can a young man not fight? Saiyans all rely on this!

“The scenery ahead will never be surrendered! My Bei Dou Divine Fist will never lose!”

After realizing this, Jia Ji set out on a new journey to other worlds with his Holy Spirit Angelia, also preparing to purify all his unfinished side quests and mistakes from his youth.

“To… turn the Zodiac Beasts back into humans?”

The Holy Emperor’s eyes revealed a flicker of surprise; her appearance had changed little from the past—still wearing the pure white ceremonial robe, white lace gloves, and a noble hat, yet her brows and eyes now carried sharpness and authority.

If Tontou Mugi managed all affairs within the Academy City, then the Holy Emperor oversaw external matters, confronting all external pressures, enduring countless assassinations and attacks, and personally executing countless bandits who violated the new laws.

Of course, after the five leaders of the former Nihon mega-zones were all sent to hell by someone, the Holy Emperor became one of the most powerful figures in the world today.

But even she could not imagine what method could possibly restore those Zodiac Beasts—hundreds of meters tall, having absorbed countless tens of thousands of genetic factors, capable of crushing humanity—back into human form.

Hadn’t Jia Ji himself once tried? Yet under every method, he could only awaken their consciousness; during that time, Shihou Jin of the Four Sages also conducted numerous studies, but ultimately could only reluctantly admit it had exceeded human comprehension.

Turning a human into a Proto-Organism was simple; turning a Proto-Organism back into a human was truly harder than scaling heaven.

The Proto-Organism virus itself originated from an alien species, then fused with the vast majority of genetic factors on Earth; its internal composition was so complex that even using the Terra Heart of the Bei Dou world to analyze it would require unimaginable computational power.

Was he going to pull out some strange miracle drug?

As the Holy Emperor now reflected, she had never truly understood Jia Ji.

He was a being entirely beyond reason, seemingly omniscient and fearless, utterly certain of everything he did, unafraid of any possible consequences.

Though he had achieved unprecedented feats and possessed power that terrified the entire world, he treated it all as if it meant nothing—honor, praise, adoration, authority, status—all ignored.

He came like the wind, vanished like a shadow, appearing and disappearing without trace.

Just as no one knew when or why he had appeared, he quietly disappeared without taking anything from this world, driven by nothing, as if he had come solely to save the cursed children.

—“For the sake of my own inner satisfaction.”

If Jia Ji knew what she was thinking now, he would probably answer like this.

That’s all.

This time he returned only to fulfill his promise, to satisfy himself.

“Could it be… using Zi Sister’s realm power?”

Yan Zhu tilted her head, counting on her fingers; though she wanted to believe in Jia Ji’s abilities, she also knew this man was decent at punching, but everything else was nothing short of tragic.

“Not my hand—the boundary between human and non-human? Even using it once drained her completely; how much more so with so many here?”

Yan Zhu instinctively opened the chat group.

【Forever Seventeen: The pressure is huge—how did humanity in this tiny Nihon area suddenly exceed ten million? Don’t they feel crowded?】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: In a few hundred years it’ll exceed one hundred million… it’s really crowded, m9(｀д)!!!!】

……

Baoyun Zi was busy implementing her demon expansion plan and was unaware of what was happening here.

The Holy Emperor gazed out the window, faintly seeing Mount Fuji and the true forms of the Zodiac Beasts from the building, and a hint of worry welled up in her heart.

Even if they were restored to human form, could they ever integrate into society—or be accepted by it?

Whether human or Academy City students, all had suffered irreversible tragedies because of the Zodiac Beasts; even knowing they were victims too, could reconciliation truly occur?

For the Zodiac Beasts, it was the same—they had been treated as disposable test subjects, then gone berserk and slaughtered billions, burdened with countless sins; could they ever trust humanity again?

Good and evil do not cancel each other out; the past can never be treated as if it never happened.

“That’s easy.”

Jia Ji gave Angelia beside him a thumbs-up. “No need to be human—watch me use Holy Spirit power to elevate them all into Holy Spirits!”

(End of Chapter)