The God King died suddenly at the beginning, what can I do?

The moment Qin Yu's boots stepped onto the obsidian steps of the Demon Emperor Palace, the entire palace emitted a heavy humming sound.

Ninety-nine thousand steps automatically extended under his feet, and each step showed dark golden ancient magic patterns.

These lines pulsated like blood vessels, transforming the sound of Qin Yu's footsteps into some strange rhythm.

The demon statues on both sides woke up one after another, and the blue flames dancing in their eye sockets illuminated Qin Yu's path forward - those were not flames at all, but stars imprisoned in the statues.

"Long..." As Qin Yu stepped onto the last step, the main door of the palace slowly opened.

What seeped out from the crack in the door was not light, but a darkness as thick as substance. This darkness had a strange weight, pressing down on Qin Yu's bones and making them creak.

He urged his spiritual power to resist, but found that his power was being assimilated by some higher-level power - just like a stream merging into the sea.

The scene in the hall made Qin Yu's pupils shrink suddenly - the bodies of three thousand gods and demons hanging upside down swayed gently, as if welcoming the new king to the throne.

However, when he looked again, the scene changed - this was not a palace, but a solidified universe!

Countless shattered stars are suspended under the dome, maintaining the shape at the moment of explosion.

The nebula is like an insect nailed in amber, maintaining its appearance billions of years ago.

Time has lost its meaning here, and space is twisted into a loop here.

Qin Yu saw his own shadow moving simultaneously in twelve different dimensions, each shadow interpreting a different destiny trajectory.

The ground is paved with transparent "crystals of laws", and every step you take can see the boiling chaotic energy at the bottom.

The energy condensed into a ferocious face, roaring silently at Qin Yu.

Tiny black snowflakes were floating in the air. They were frozen "crystals of heaven", each of which could drive warriors from the outside world into eternal madness.

From deep within the palace came the sound of chains rattling—not metal chains, but bonds woven by “fate”.

Every sound made Qin Yu's soul tremble, as if countless of himself heard this sound at the same time in different time and space.

The murals on the wall began to bleed. The pigments depicting the destruction of the era suddenly came alive and turned into a river of blood winding across the ground.

The temperature dropped sharply, not because of the cold, but because of the sense of nothingness of "existence" itself being taken away.

The white mist Qin Yu exhaled condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air. In each ice crystal, a distorted face was reflected. They were the powerful men who had attempted to challenge the Demon Emperor but failed. Their despair was sealed here forever.

Suddenly, all the suspended stars went out at the same time

The darkness surged from the throne like a tide. This darkness had substance, like countless cold fingers caressing Qin Yu's skin.

His spiritual power began to stagnate, as if the rules of the entire universe were rejecting him.

The sound of chains was getting closer and closer, and the shadow on the throne gradually condensed into shape, but every time Qin Yu wanted to see it clearly, the outline would be strangely distorted into other forms - sometimes like a giant tree that penetrated the sky and the earth, sometimes like a giant beast that devoured the stars, and sometimes like a twisted collection of countless struggling figures.

"You finally came"

The moment the voice sounded, Qin Yu's blood froze.

This was not a sound that came from his ears, but rather rang directly from the depths of his soul. Each syllable carried the weight of a new era, shaking his soul to the point of nearly collapsing.

The palace began to collapse. No, it didn't collapse, but it lost its disguise.

The walls melted like wax, revealing the wriggling flesh and blood behind them; the floor tiles rolled up, revealing a base paved with painful faces; the dome cracked into countless eyes, and a different universe was burning in the pupil of each eye.

In the center of this crazy change, the shadow on the throne finally stopped changing its form.

A pair of hands darker than the night reached out from the shadows and gently rested on the armrest of the throne.

Just this simple action made the entire Demon Emperor Palace groan in disbelief.

The void cracked into spider web-like patterns, and golden blood oozed out from the cracks - this was a sign that the space itself was injured.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time"

When this sentence fell, Qin Yu finally understood what true "coercion" was.

This is not a suppression at the level of strength, but an absolute crushing at the level of life.

Just like a character in a painting suddenly realizes the painter outside the canvas, the tremor brought by the dimensional gap makes every nerve in his body scream to escape.

But Qin Yu stood straighter. Facing the pressure that could make the Heavenly Venerable kneel down, he raised his head and looked towards the throne.

There, at the source of all distorted rules, at the center of all embodied fears—the Demon Emperor is about to reveal his true face!

……

The darkness receded like a tide, the distorted space gradually calmed down, the hideous demon statue returned to silence, and the boiling chaotic energy also calmed down.

The entire Demon Emperor Palace suddenly became plain and ancient, as if it was just an ordinary palace, not a forbidden place that devoured everything.

Qin Yu's eyes fell on the throne - there sat an old man

An old man with a kind and even benevolent look

He was wearing a plain grey robe, his hair and beard were all white, his face was gentle, and there were light wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, rather than the supreme demon emperor who ruled the demon clan.

His hands were folded on his knees, his knuckles were slender, without a trace of murderous aura, but rather like a scholar who had been writing for many years.

But Qin Yu's pupils shrank slightly, because when he looked directly at the old man, he saw not a person, but a void.

Deep in the old man's eyes, what was reflected was not Qin Yu's figure, but the birth and death of the universe - the birth of stars, the shattering of galaxies, the change of eras, and the return of all things...

Everything revolves in those eyes, as if he has already seen through everything in the world.

"Qin Yu," the old man said, his voice gentle but with an unquestionable majesty, "You are finally here."

Qin Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said slowly: "Demon Emperor?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "It's me"

The Demon Emperor raised his hand slightly, signaling Qin Yu to step forward.

"Don't be nervous," he said in a calm tone, as if he was chatting with an old friend, "You and I are not enemies."

Qin Yu did not relax his vigilance, but still stepped forward until he stood under the throne.

"We are not enemies?" He asked back, "The demons and humans have been fighting for countless years, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, and you say we are not enemies?"

The Demon Emperor shook his head and sighed: "War is just a means, not an end."

"Then what is your purpose?" Qin Yu looked at him directly.

The Demon Emperor was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Do you know that this universe will be destroyed every once in a while?"

Qin Yu frowned slightly. Of course he knew that, but what was the connection between them?

"The universe is annihilated, all things return to the abyss, everything returns to chaos, and then a new heaven is created," the Demon Emperor said slowly, "This is the will of heaven, no one can disobey it."

His voice was very light, but it carried a deep hatred: "And I witnessed the last annihilation with my own eyes."

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