Chapter 519: Void

Huo La's words fell, and the atmosphere on the spot instantly grew a few degrees more somber.

Professor Oak furrowed his brows tightly, his face solemn as he stared at the two, clearly caring deeply about their true motives.

Beside them, Huo Xing and Sui Xing exchanged a glance, both looking uneasy and daring not to interject.

The Underworld King calmly adjusted his glasses, his expression flat, and unhurriedly said, "Purpose? What purpose could we possibly have?"

"I've said it long ago: my aim has always been simple—to protect the Galaxy Team."

Huo La stared at him, his tone tinged with doubt, "The Galaxy Team Headquarters has been blown to ruins; is this the result you consider 'protecting'?"

"Of course," the Underworld King replied firmly, "Buildings can be rebuilt, facilities can be restored gradually. But if the members of the Galaxy Team disperse completely, then the organization truly perishes."

Huo La fixed his gaze, raising an eyebrow slightly, his tone probing, "Your perspective doesn't sound like that of a mere researcher; it carries the bearing of a Galaxy Team leader."

Finishing, he turned to Chi Ri and asked, "Chi Ri, do you have any thoughts on this?"

The young Chi Ri shook his head lightly, his expression cold and indifferent, "I'm no longer the boss of the Galaxy Team. I came this time only because this was where I lived for a long while; now it's all destroyed, so I felt a pang of regret and came to see the situation."

Huo La pressed further, asking directly, "Since you're just looking, now that you've finished, when does Lord Chi Ri intend to leave?"

Faced with Huo La's relentless questioning, Chi Ri suddenly fell silent.

The next second, he lifted his gaze to Huo La, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes, his tone heavy with intimidation, "Kid, are you sure you want to speak to me like that? I'm no longer a Prisoner of the League."

"It can be."

Before Huo La could speak, Professor Oak calmly spoke up.

A simple sentence, its tone calm yet weighty, instantly subdued the entire atmosphere.

The Underworld King and Chi Ri turned together, their surprised eyes fixed on the composed, steady Professor Oak.

The tension lingered for several seconds; the Underworld King sighed helplessly, shedding all pretenses.

He looked at everyone, speaking plainly, revealing the hidden truth: "Alright, I'll be honest. Our purpose is simple—we, the current Chi Ri and I, are accomplices of that dead Chi Ri."

"Everything happening now—the rebellion's end, the headquarters explosion, his voluntary disappearance—everything is part of his calculation."

As the Underworld King laid his cards bare, Chi Ri's tense expression finally relaxed, the forced coldness fading from his face, replaced by a hint of relief.

"My coming to the League was itself part of the plan."

He looked at Huo La, his eyes complex, and frankly voiced his original intent: "Honestly, when I first met that Chi Ri from a Parallel World, my goal was simple—I wanted to seize his Time-Space Dual Gods."

"I've always wanted to reshape the world. Yet the Di Ya Lu Ka and Pa Lu Qi Ya of this world were taken and subjugated by you during the Hisui era a thousand years ago."

"Without the Time-Space Dual Gods, my ideal has been empty talk from start to finish. Not to mention putting it into action—I don't even have the right to try."

"And that Chi Ri's appearance is equivalent to having walked the path I've long dreamed of."

Chi Ri's tone was flat, with a hint of sigh, "Unfortunately, I'm nowhere near his match."

"But he didn't strike me; instead, he told me everything he'd experienced and all the futures he'd seen."

"He promised that if I help him complete this scheme, once it succeeds he'll leave a fragment of his Time-Space Dual Gods to me."

At this point, everyone present held their breath, listening intently to what followed.

Chi Ri's tone shifted, tinged with clarity and helplessness, "But I'm no fool either."

"The world's situation has long changed. Even if I did obtain the Time-Space Dual Gods, forcibly reshaping the world in this era would be meaningless."

The Underworld King, seizing the moment, took over, laying out both of their ultimate goals: "So we ultimately chose to cooperate with him, to aid him."

"Our original intention was simple: using his scheme to safeguard the Galaxy Team, preserve the organization and its manpower, leaving a fallback for the future."

At this point, the Underworld King couldn't help but let out a light sigh, his tone full of surprise: "We never expected his methods to be so extreme—self‑destructing the headquarters, ending completely, and even at the end, handing over his most prized Time‑Space Dual Gods directly to you."

When the words fell, the room sank into dead silence.

Huo La fell silent; no wonder the Underworld King returned the Space‑Time Trio to him.

"So from start to finish, our purpose never changed," Chi Ri said slowly, his voice shedding all coldness and edge, leaving only heavy fatigue and helplessness.

"My lifelong ambition was to reshape a New World, but that path was blocked the moment you subjugated the Hisui Space‑Time Trio."

"Since the ultimate dream is unattainable in this lifetime, my only lingering obsession is to protect the Galaxy Team that has endured for a thousand years."

He lowered his eyes slightly, a heavy loneliness overlaying his cool brows.

As the leader of the Galaxy Team, he spent half his life chasing a void of a new world, only to find that he never had the right to reach the end.

Others still have a path to pursue their dreams, but he, from the moment of his birth, had his ideals doomed to die.

The grand upheaval and reform ultimately became an unattainable luxury.

Now he wants nothing else but to safeguard this thousand‑year‑old lineage, to protect those who follow him, and that is all.

He lifted his gaze to the scarred Galactic Team Ruins outside the window, the light in his eyes dimming bit by bit, his voice so light it seemed to drift with the wind: "In my whole life, I've changed nothing. Now even the thousand‑year‑old Galaxy Team Headquarters has slipped away."