170: A demonic star descends, an alien conspiracy unfolds.

Before the ruins of the Moon God Pavilion, the smoke of battle had yet to dissipate.

As Commander Xu's roar, filled with Killing Intent, faded, the entire Capital City seemed to instantly shift into full gear like a precision war machine.

After handling the scene, Fu Yuechi called Qin Lang aside.

Her beautiful eyes, which seemed capable of piercing through a person's soul, stared fixedly into Qin Lang's eyes.

"Qin Lang, you know who did this, don't you?"

Although it was a question, her tone was exceptionally certain.

The ninjas of the Tsukuyomi Clan could not have crossed the sea for no reason; there must be an internal force acting as a go-between.

Qin Lang remained silent for a moment.

Of course, he knew it was the He family.

But he shook his head, a look of perfectly feigned confusion appearing on his face.

"Teacher, I really don't know."

"Perhaps it's because I was too prominent in the Secret Realm and stood in someone's way."

He did not want to use Fu Yuechi's hand to destroy the He family.

That was the behavior of a coward.

The blood debt the He family owed him—especially that old thing who had once almost killed him—was something he wanted to collect with his own hands.

Only by using the enemy's blood could he wash away his fury and hone his Martial Dao.

Fu Yuechi looked at him deeply, seemingly seeing through his little schemes.

But she did not expose him, merely sighing helplessly.

"Since you are unwilling to say, I will not force you."

"But I must remind you that this calm is only temporary."

She looked up at the magnificent Rainbow Bridge in the sky, her expression becoming incomparably grave.

"Three days from now, I will be leading a team into the Spirit Realm of the Deep Space Ruins to explore."

"By then, Blue Star's high-end combat power will be extremely depleted."

"You must be careful and try to stay inside the academy; do not go out."

Qin Lang nodded solemnly.

"Rest assured, Teacher, I understand."

After seeing Fu Yuechi off, Qin Lang hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath before welcoming another unexpected visitor.

Fei Changqing.

But today, Fei Changqing seemed like a completely different person.

That messy beard had been shaved clean, revealing a sharp, angular chin.

The eyes that were usually drunk were now clear and sharp.

A crisp black combat suit set off his tall, upright figure; how could there be any trace of the decadent drunkard left?

He was simply a charming, handsome middle-aged man.

"Teacher, are you… going on a blind date?"

Qin Lang's eyes widened, and he almost didn't recognize him.

Fei Changqing ignored his teasing and took a key from his pocket, placing it solemnly into Qin Lang's hand.

"This is the key to my villa."

"The wine cellar inside holds my life's work, along with some insights on how to Cultivate."

"If I haven't returned in a year, this house will be yours."

The tone sounded exactly like someone giving their final instructions.

The smile on Qin Lang's face vanished instantly, and he gripped the cold key tightly.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

Fei Changqing turned around, facing away from Qin Lang, and cast his gaze toward the deep starry sky.

"The suicide squad."

He spat out the three words indifferently.

"The higher-ups have discovered a Spirit Star node called the 'Demon Star'."

"That is the base camp of the Yao Race. It was them who caused Blue Star to suffer heavy losses back then, and it was them who completely shattered my Evolution Heart."

Speaking of this, Fei Changqing's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Now, it has appeared again."

"I must go."

"It is both to save an old friend trapped there and to settle the grudges of the past."

"Even if I die, I want to die on the path of the charge, not drunk to death in a wine jar."

Qin Lang's heart trembled.

Watching his teacher's resolute back, he suddenly understood what it meant for a man to take responsibility.

Some things are more important than life.

"Teacher, take care."

Qin Lang did not try to dissuade him, simply bowing deeply.

Fei Changqing waved his hand and strode away without looking back.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long, revealing a tragic sense of 'I will go even if there are thousands of people standing against me.'

Returning to Olympus Academy, Qin Lang opened the official website of the Martial Artist Guild.

In the most prominent position on the homepage, a kill order for the Tsukuyomi Clan was hung.

The jaw-dropping rewards of combat merit and biological energy caused the entire forum to boil over.

Countless Evolvers were eager to act, wishing they could fly to the East immediately.

The Tsukuyomi Clan was finished.

Over the next three days, the Capital City fell into a strange calm.

It was like the silence before a storm.

On the morning of the third day.

Following an order, the second batch of experts above the sixth rank, including Fu Yuechi, majestically stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.

Blue Star's high-end combat power began to transfer to the Deep Space Ruins on a massive scale.

This also meant that the planet's local defense forces had entered an unprecedented period of depletion.

However, no one knew.

Just two days after Fu Yuechi and the others left.

Deep underground in a desolate, uninhabited part of Blue Star, in a dark and damp nest.

A strange and bloody ritual was quietly taking place.

Inside the massive underground space, it was densely packed with hideous insectoids.

In the center, a gigantic, snow-white, and immensely fat mother insect was emitting a sharp, ear-piercing hiss.

"Hiss—!!!"

Following this hiss, thousands of low-level combat insects seemed to be under some kind of Gu influence.

They crazily lunged at their own kind, engaging in tragic mutual slaughter.

Severed limbs flew everywhere, and green insect blood gathered into a river.

They used the flesh and bodily fluids of their own kind to irrigate an ancient and evil rune in the center of the nest.

"Hum!"

The rune, having drunk its fill of blood, suddenly ignited with a ghostly green flame.

Space began to twist violently, emitting a series of teeth-aching cracking sounds.

That fluctuation was hidden and lethal, completely bypassing the detection of humans on the surface.

One day later.

Accompanied by a crisp "crack" sound.

The originally solid space barrier was forcibly torn open with a gap.

A gigantic, metallic-glinting black insect horn suddenly pierced through the Void Realm from another dimension.

Immediately after.

The crack was forcibly widened, turning into a stable spatial passage.

"Roar—!"

Countless hideous compound eyes lit up in the darkness.

An endless army of insectoids, like a breached black tide, surged out from the crack.

At the same time.

In another secret underground space on Blue Star.

An altar, also meticulously prepared by human traitors, lit up with scarlet light at this moment.

The spatial passage opened wide.

A powerful Demon Race warrior, nearly three meters tall with bulging muscles, holding a giant axe, was the first to cross over.

He took a deep breath of Blue Star's air, a cruel and bloodthirsty grin appearing on his face.

Behind him stood a uniform, murderous army of the Demon Race.

Taking advantage of the expedition of Blue Star's experts, the alien races, who had endured for so long, finally launched their long-planned full-scale invasion.