200: Passing through customs!

Boom—!

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar.

A tall figure clad in heavy armor suddenly charged out from one of the hundred Warships like a bolt of lightning.

Instantly.

The overwhelming Aura of an Imperial Sovereign expert shook the starry sky.

The surrounding Yao Race Warship fleet was suddenly squeezed as if by an invisible giant hand, and their forward momentum ground to a halt.

In that brief moment of stagnation.

Several equally powerful Yao Race figures suddenly emerged in the starry sky.

They completely ignored the hundreds of Warships that took the opportunity to penetrate through the gap in the encirclement; their eyes were fixed solely on the lone Wei An.

“Hahaha!”

“I didn't expect to run into such a big fish while stationed in the rear!”

Having said that, they turned into streaks of light and pounced forward.

In an instant.

The Yao Race Warships quickly retreated.

All sorts of dazzling lights intertwined, forming a heart-stopping picture.

Wei An, at the center of the siege, was ultimately outnumbered and soon fell into a disadvantage.

Despite being covered in wounds and bathed in blood, and despite his once indestructible armor being reduced to tatters.

His eyes, burning with unyielding fury, remained fixed on the direction of the distant Warship fleet that had completely vanished from his sight.

Your Excellency!

The First Elite Regiment! Mission accomplished!

“Yao Race scum!”

“Li Army! Wei An!”

“Is here to seek death!!”

...The booming sounds faded, and the battle cries vanished.

In the vast starry sky.

Hundreds of Warships traveled at high speed.

Li Army... First Elite Regiment... Wei An... General... Lin Yan's eyes trembled violently.

Fu Ying sighed inwardly.

Having experienced many Imperial Pass Bloody Wars, he naturally understood Lin Yan's current state.

This was something only he could handle; no one else could help him.

At that moment.

A voice clearly choked with emotion reached the Warship.

“Your Highness.”

“Wei Ping, Lieutenant of the Li Army's First Elite Regiment, reporting to you!”

“Next, I will lead the remaining soldiers to continue following you.”

The voice fell.

A glimmer of clarity flashed through Lin Yan's blood-red eyes.

His lips moved slightly, his voice raspy.

“Wei Ping.”

“What is your relationship with General Wei An?”

The response came quickly.

“In response to Your Highness.”

“He is... he is this general's elder brother.”

Elder brother... The blood-red color in Lin Yan's eyes gradually receded.

“Good!”

He then spoke calmly.

“How long until we reach our destination?”

Fu Ying immediately replied.

“Your Highness.”

“We are currently within the territory of the Former Qingwu Divine Court. According to the star charts from before the defeat.”

“To reach the Ninth Galaxy of the Former Duanhen Imperial Court, it is estimated to take seven days.”

He paused.

“This time is under normal circumstances.”

“If there are interceptions from the front or pursuit from behind, the time cannot be estimated.”

After Fu Ying finished speaking, he marveled inwardly.

As expected of Your Highness.

To adjust his mindset so simply.

Lin Yan nodded slightly.

Adjusted?

It was just that his heart for slaughtering the alien races had become even more determined.

He glanced at Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng.

The two of them had their fists clenched and heads lowered, clearly not yet recovered from the shock of the previous scene.

Lin Yan said nothing and shifted his gaze to a bead in his hand that was overflowing with flowing light.

【Star-Moving Bead】

These three words appeared in his mind.

As the name suggested, it was a treasure that could incorporate stars and then move them.

He didn't know when this bead had appeared in his hand.

But he already had a rough guess in his heart.

To be able to do this, it was either one of the Seven Ancestors of the Human Race or that Ancient Ancestor.

Even the giant hand that had instantly moved them to the Imperial Pass was likely the same person... Outside Xuanqing Pass, a thrilling battle had come to an end, just like every other fierce encounter before it.

The armies of the two races receded like a tide, each beginning to methodically count their casualties.

Only the countless pieces of wreckage scattered and slowly dissipating across the starry sky, along with the lingering powerful Auras, seemed to tell the world of the tragic battle that had erupted here not long ago.

Amidst this mess and silence, atop the towering Imperial Pass.

A figure dressed in robes as white as snow stood quietly.

He gazed silently into the distance, as if trying to see something through the endless Void Realm.

“You little bastard!”

“I said no! But you insisted!”

“Now that he's gone! You start missing him!”

“If you're not a bastard, then who is!”

A grumbling voice came over.

Donggong Li turned his head to look at the indignant Ou Mo and remained silent for a moment.

“Old Mo.”

“Back then, when you got the news that I had just become an Imperial Sovereign and stepped out of the pass to go campaign in the foreign domains.”

“You didn't have this same expression, did you?”

As if his sore spot had been poked, Ou Mo instantly jumped up.

“You little bastard!”

“You still dare to mention that matter!”

“If this old man hadn't come out of seclusion in time to save you, would there still be the White-robed Saint King who is famous among all races today?”

“Pah!”

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, his beard fluttering and eyes wide.

“It cost this old man being heavily injured by those two Demon Race scum, and I've only just recovered after tens of thousands of years of recuperation.”

“And now I encounter an even more audacious tiny little bastard!”

“What was the situation back then, and what is the situation now?!”

“You went to expand our territory when we were winning against the Demon Race and pushing through the Imperial Pass.”

“What about him?”

“He clearly did something that incensed both the Yao and Demon Races, and now he's entering the foreign domain alone under the pressure of the Yao Race attacking the pass.”

“Communications are cut off; he can't even call for help!”

“And he's just a tiny Venerable King.”

“Audacious! Truly audacious!”

“I don't know what the Ancient Ancestor was thinking, to let such a once-in-an-era Prodigy run wild like this!”

Donggong Li waited quietly for him to finish venting before speaking again.

“Since you said you don't know what the Ancient Ancestor was thinking.”

“Then that proves your thinking is wrong.”

Ou Mo's breath hitched.

“I f*cking...”

He indignantly flicked his sleeves.

“Go see that Imperial Sovereign kid you arranged yourself.”

“This old man saved him!”

“Why did I even take you in, you little bastard.”

“All you do is cause trouble for me all day long.”

Donggong Li watched the figure of the thin old man instantly vanish, a smile appearing on his face... Outside Xuanqing Pass.

In a Land of Nothingness.

Dozens of figures with terrifyingly powerful Auras stood quietly, all looking respectfully toward the phantom of a purple-haired old man in front of them.

“Ancient Ancestor.”

“Why have you come?”

The purple-haired old man's deep eyes slowly swept across the Land of Nothingness, penetrating toward the position of the Human Race's Imperial Pass.

“I sensed the Aura of an old friend and came to take a look.”

The voice fell.

The expressions of the dozens of Yao Race figures all changed, a flash of shock appearing in their eyes.

The Ancient Ancestor's old friend, and in this place—who could it be?

They instantly had an answer in their hearts.

In the battle just now, did that person from the Human Race come?!

At that moment.

The purple-haired old man spoke again in a calm voice.

“Tell me the detailed process of today's battle.”