Chapter 1625: RETURNING! WHERE ARE MY DEMON CLAN WARRIORS?

Since leaving Star Dome Academy, nearly two years have passed.

For Xu Jingming, who possesses the Purple Nightmare Demon Body and must constantly suppress demonic qi with willpower,

this period had been unbearably stifling.

Now, facing his senior sister Lin Qianxue, whose body is supple yet extraordinarily resilient, and who cultivates the Star Core Lei Gang Body,

he had no intention of holding back.

He unleashed without restraint the long-suppressed blood qi and longing.

One month later.

Inside the empty grand hall of the Star Fall Divine Palace, silence reigned.

Suddenly,

two streams of light—one black, one gold—shot out from the floating Purple World Ring.

They solidified into two figures: Xu Jingming and Lin Qianxue.

Xu Jingming stood tall as a spear, his entire being radiating a steady, grounded aura.

Yet faint traces of post-satiety languor lingered within it.

Beside him, Lin Qianxue had also undergone significant changes.

The once cold, snowlike demeanor remained.

But it now resembled an ice lake touched by spring wind, melted into an indescribable softness.

Most obvious were her pale golden eyes.

The former proud indifference had vanished, replaced by a warm, shimmering glimmer.

With every glance, an unintentional hint of newlywed shyness and allure emerged.

She stood quietly beside Xu Jingming, her waist seeming softer than before.

Her legs remained straight and long, yet when standing, she instinctively drew slightly closer to Xu Jingming.

It was a posture of complete trust and devotion.

"Tsk tsk, a whole month before lifting the block on me."

The demon girl Vila's soul form drifted out from Xu Jingming's consciousness sea.

Arms crossed, her cute face wore a pout:

"You just like hoarding all the food for yourself!

Were you two satisfied this past month?"

Upon hearing this,

Lin Qianxue's pale, lovely face instantly flushed pink, and her straight, long legs instinctively pressed tightly together.

Xu Jingming's mouth twitched, slightly speechless.

The words were crude but true—and yet, they were too blunt.

Though, admittedly, she wasn't wrong.

"A dog's mouth can't produce ivory."

Xu Jingming shook his head, and with a thought, forcibly pulled Vila back into his consciousness sea.

"Congratulations, both of you have successfully broken the Chaos Pearl's seals and received my lord's complete legacy."

At this moment,

the spectral image of the Star Spirit elder appeared silently, his aged face wearing a look of heartfelt satisfaction.

"Thank you, Star Spirit Elder, and thank you, Star Fall Sovereign, for your generous gift."

Xu Jingming bowed deeply with solemn respect.

Lin Qianxue also inclined her body slightly, in respectful posture.

The Star Spirit elder waved his hand, his voice gentle:

"No need for such formalities.

Since the Chaos Pearl has recognized you as its masters, the mission of the Star Fall Divine Palace is complete.

Leave quickly—the labyrinth is about to close."

"Understood."

Xu Jingming nodded, then asked curiously: "Will the Star Fall Labyrinth open again?"

"No."

The Star Spirit elder gazed at the stars above, a hint of relief and age in his eyes:

"My lord's legacy has been taken by you. It is time for me to join my lord."

Too long.

The interval between each opening of the labyrinth was one million years.

He had waited far too long.

Had it not been for the duty to find a successor, he would have dissolved long ago.

Xu Jingming regarded him with solemn reverence and said earnestly:

"Elder, take care."

"Go," the Star Spirit elder smiled and nodded.

The next instant, ten thousand stars on the hall's ceiling blazed with radiant light!

Two brilliant columns of starlight enveloped Xu Jingming and Lin Qianxue.

Space twisted, light and shadow shifted.

When they regained awareness, they stood on the vast plain outside the Divine Palace.

The number of human powerhouses on the plain had diminished.

A small portion had entered nearby ruins to explore, but most remained where they were, meditating on the secret patterns.

Dengken, Yin Hongyu, and others were among them.

They saw Xu Jingming and Lin Qianxue appear out of thin air.

Everyone froze for a moment, then surged forward in a clamor.

"Big Brother Xu! Chief Lin! You're out!"

"Did you get the inheritance? What was it like inside the Divine Palace?"

"Big Brother Xu, did you really obtain the Sovereign's inheritance?!"

"......"

Amid the chorus of questions, Xu Jingming merely smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

Dengken, however, spotted it instantly—his gaze swept over Lin Qianxue, then widened in shock.

This ice-maiden not only looked radiant and glowing, but her brows and eyes now held a softness, like snow melting.

And her posture, subtly clinging close to Xu Jingming, was utterly different from just a month ago!

He sidled up to Xu Jingming, winking and lowering his voice:

"Brother Xu, you've got guts!"

"One trip into the Divine Palace, and you've completely won over Lady Lin?"

Yet inside, he sighed inwardly.

The tall, beautiful Lin Qianxue had finally found someone.

Once they left the secret realm and the news spread, how many hearts would be shattered in sorrow?

Yin Hongyu also noticed Lin Qianxue's change.

Her flirtatious peach-blossom eyes lingered on Lin Qianxue for a moment.

Then fell upon Xu Jingming's strong, angular profile—her heart stirred with a complex, envious longing.

If it had been her who met Xu Jingming inside the secret realm...

Would the scene beside him now be different?

The others, though unaware of the details, found it perfectly natural.

After all, it was the Supreme Sovereign's inheritance!

Xu Jingming had chosen to share it with Lin Qianxue.

Such a bond could shatter any woman's defenses.

Especially since he himself was a prodigy of peerless talent and unmatched combat prowess.

How could any female remain unmoved?

"Master."

Haley glided forward gracefully, bowed respectfully, then, with great tact, bowed to Lin Qianxue as well: "Mistress."

Lin Qianxue's cheeks flushed slightly, yet she nodded calmly, accepting it without denial.

At that moment, the sky's color abruptly changed!

The once magnificent, swirling starlight rapidly dimmed.

Its edges turned gray-black, as if night were devouring it.

"The sky is changing—the secret realm is closing!"

"Everyone, prepare yourselves!"

Shouts rose across the plain.

Everyone stilled their minds, gazing at the horizon.

"We're returning."

Xu Jingming glanced left and right.

Lin Qianxue and Haley were both ready, nodding gently to him.

Boom—!!!

The instant the gray-black darkness fully stained the sky, everyone's vision exploded with blinding light—the space twisted violently!

When Xu Jingming and the others came to their senses, they stood amid the vast, endless stars!

Outside the secret realm, the starry void stretched boundless.

The Sovereign-level powerhouses of the five peak races stood firm.

Their auras were vast as abysses, crushing the surrounding void.

At the front of the human camp, Nine Sword Sovereign stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like swords, sweeping over those who had returned.

The demon race, demon race, insect race, mechanical race.

Each race's Sovereign was present, eyes like lightning, scrutinizing their own juniors while coldly observing the others.

Meanwhile, all remaining creatures from the secret realm had been teleported out.

The human camp was by far the largest, numbering over one hundred forty.

The demon race numbered around thirty, the mechanical race over twenty, the insect race fewer than twenty.

And the demon race... only five figures remained!

Bloodwing, Lin Yin, and three other demon warlords, battered and wounded.

Standing alone amid purple demonic aura, they looked especially desolate.

"Huh? Why did all other races suffer such heavy losses, while our humans have the highest survival count?"

In the void, Nine Sword Sovereign watched this scene with surprise.

According to past experience.

The number of survivors from each race should be around a hundred or so.

"Where are my Demon Clan warriors?!"

"Over two hundred elite warriors, and only five of you remain?!"

The Supreme Ruler of the Demon Clan.

A towering figure with three pairs of purple-black demonic wings and curved horns growing from his head.

His purple demonic eyes blazed with unhidden fury, his icy voice shaking the very void.