Humanity did not need Huang Ji

Mo Yun's mother was Temelo, who had returned from space. Born in the Abyss, she had lived through the explosion of Myriad Races Paradise, witnessed the Abyss Bandits being reduced to dust, and seen the Anunnaki meet their end.

Of course, all that had happened far too long ago. She had still been an oblivious infant, and her memories were so hazy they might as well not have existed.

Although Mo Yun did not know Huang Ji, she had heard the man's name.

Ever since she was little, her mother had told her stories about this human legend: destroying the Illuminati, slaying gods and ascending to space, venturing alone into interstellar society and making his name throughout the Milky Way, founding his own nation and sweeping through the Abyss, taking revenge on the Anunnaki, and becoming the Galactic Alliance leader honored by all races.

The accomplishments he had amassed in such a short time sounded like something out of a third-rate novel.

Mo Yun had assumed she would never cross paths with such a heaven-favored sage. Yet her mother had told her, with excitement and admiration, that Huang Ji was her godfather. He had even given her her name.

Mo Yun's father was Greek and her mother Latin, yet Huang Ji had insisted on naming her Mo Yun.

Perhaps he had wanted her to grow up immersed in Huaxia's culture. Believing she had grasped his deeper intention, Temelo had never complained about being stranded on Earth afterward. Instead, she had kept Mo Yun in Huaxia from childhood. Shaped by its education and culture, Mo Yun had grown up with an entirely Chinese way of thinking.

"You're my godfather? I'm already this old, and this is the first time I've met you. You brought such an ugly, junky toy for our