Three Thousand Years of Comprehension!

Within the Demon Race Territory.

A colossal Zerg Mother Nest hovered silently in the void, so vast it was suffocating. It was even larger than a planet, its surface covered in countless folds and pores like living tissue, glowing with a dim violet light.

Space warped faintly around the Hive Nest, as if it devoured even the light.

At its very heart, inside a crystal-clear core palace, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lounged on her throne.

Her skin was as pale as snow, and her eyes were as deep as the starry sky. Every frown and smile seemed capable of making even the laws of the universe bow before her.

She was Dreamy Nether Lord, a Mother Emperor and one of the Zerg Clan's Universe Masters!

At that moment, a Zerg Venerable knelt respectfully before her, quietly reporting the intelligence.

"Master, word has come from the Ancestral God Sect. The Human Race's Demon Flame King has won fifty thousand consecutive matches in the Glory World. His strength far surpasses that of others at his level. He even has the power to slay Venerables despite being a lower rank. If we let him grow unchecked, he'll become a grave threat to our race."

Dreamy Nether Lord tapped the armrest of her throne with her slender fingers. The corners of her lips lifted in a meaningful smile.

"Oh? Fifty thousand consecutive wins? That's rather interesting."

Her voice was heavenly, yet carried a bewitching power that made one's heart tremble, as if it could directly erode the soul.

The Zerg Venerable lowered his head slightly, not daring to meet her gaze. He asked solemnly, "Master, should we arrange an assassination? Our race has inheritors skilled in soul attacks within the Ancestral God Sect. We could try..."

Dreamy Nether Lord waved a hand lightly, cutting him off.

"No need."

A trace of amusement flickered in her eyes.

"That Demon Flame King... isn't he from the Yan God Clan?"

The Zerg Venerable froze, then quickly caught on.

"Yes. According to the intelligence, he is indeed from the Yan God Clan."

Dreamy Nether Lord chuckled. A wisp of violet energy twined around her fingertip as she said slowly, "I seem to recall that the Yan God Clan has a grudge against the Human Race..."

Her gaze turned toward the void, as if piercing endless stretches of time and space to see a certain being.

"Take a guess. What will that fellow Emperor Yan do?"

The Zerg Venerable's pupils contracted, then he looked enlightened.

"You mean... kill with a borrowed knife?"

Dreamy Nether Lord didn't answer. She merely closed her eyes, the mysterious smile still playing on her lips.

"Just wait and see. The real show... is only beginning."

Yan God Realm · Yan God Palace.

In the vast universe, a crimson secret realm burned like a nebula, never going out. This was the Yan God Realm, now the heart of the Yan God Clan's territory!

Deep within the realm, a towering palace of flame hovered in the void. It was built entirely from crimson divine metal, its surface flowing with patterns like molten lava and radiating a scorching, violent aura.

Space warped around the palace, as if the flames had incinerated even the laws.

Inside the Yan God Palace.

At the center of the great hall stood a throne. A towering figure sat upon it.

He stood tens of thousands of kilometers tall, his body covered in crimson-gold scales, each inscribed with ancient Yan God Clan runes.

His eyes were like two burning stars. Wherever his gaze fell, even space trembled!

He was Emperor Yan, the supreme leader of the Yan God Clan!

At that moment, beneath the dais, a Sealed King powerhouse of the Yan God Clan knelt on one knee, head bowed. His voice trembled as he reported, "Your Majesty, I've received word that Yan Ning, the traitor who fled our clan, is now making a name for himself within the Ancestral God Sect. He has even... even slain a Universe Venerable while still a Sealed King!"

"Boom!"

A terrifying pressure erupted from Emperor Yan, making the entire Yan God Palace tremble!

"Yan Ning?!"

His voice was low and cold, like muffled thunder erupting from deep within a sea of lava.

"That traitor who joined the Human Race?"

Cold sweat beaded on the Sealed King's forehead. He hurriedly replied, "Yes! He has won fifty thousand consecutive matches in the Glory World. His strength far surpasses that of others at his level, and even the Demon Clan and Zerg Clan have begun to take notice of him!"

Emperor Yan narrowed his eyes. A savage glint flashed through his crimson-gold pupils.

"What a traitor!"

"Boom!"

He sprang to his feet, the Flame Law surging around him as the temperature in the entire hall soared!

"He betrayed his clan and joined the humans, and now he dares to flaunt himself like this?! He's asking for death! Death!! I gave him his chance!"

His voice cracked like thunder, making the void tremble.

"Does he really think... I can't do anything to him?!"

The Sealed King was nearly suffocated by the pressure. He hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, the Ancestral God Sect is protected by the Five-Colored Aurora Lake. We can't attack them directly..."

Emperor Yan snorted, his eyes filled with killing intent.

The Yan God Clan had no inheritors there now, so they had no way to enter and kill him.

"Keep a close watch on him. The moment he leaves the Ancestral God Sect, report it to me at once!"

"Yes."

Although none of the clans had officially made a move yet,

they were keeping an increasingly close eye on Yan Ning.

The clans had tens of thousands of inheritors on Redbud Island.

Everything Yan Ning did, every move he made, was constantly being reported back.

His routine could be summed up in three steps.

Fight in the Glory World, earn Glory Points, then receive an inheritance and study it.

This continued until a century had passed.

This time, the many Alien Race powerhouses watching outside his residence noticed something different.

Yan Ning didn't come out that day.

At first, the Alien Race powerhouses paid it no mind.

He usually came out every few years or so.

Counting from the last time Yan Ning had left for the Inheritance Land, today should be the tenth year.

They estimated he'd come out again before long.

But...

One year, two years, three years...

One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years...

A full two thousand years passed.

Yan Ning still hadn't come out.

At first, the Alien Race powerhouses thought this was normal, but eventually it started to seem strange.

What the hell was going on? His record in the Glory World still updated from time to time.

But he just wouldn't come out.

He had so many Glory Points, yet wasn't going to receive an inheritance. Did the Demon Flame King intend to save them up before going back?

This left the Alien Race powerhouses baffled and uneasy.

They were afraid Yan Ning might suddenly break through.

But in theory, that was impossible.

Breaking through to become a Universe Venerable was nothing like breaking through to become Undying.

He would have to fully comprehend an upper-level law.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahaha! Three thousand years, and the Third Inheritance is almost complete!"

For three thousand years, Yan Ning had focused on cultivating the Fire-Void Fusion Law while comprehending Burial Intent.

He had incorporated the Fire-Void Fusion Law into the Seven Absolute Burial Heavens.

Over those three thousand years, he had also finished cultivating the fourth technique, Spirit Burial.

As he cultivated the Fire-Void Fusion Law,

his mastery of space had also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Looking back, he had already gained some insight into Space Teleportation and Space Seal.

But after three thousand years of comprehension,

he had completely mastered the way of teleportation.

His Space Seal was still a little weaker, but not by much.

"It's time to go out. I've saved up so many Glory Points, and with three thousand years of comprehension, fighting, and constant reflection, I should be able to complete the Third Inheritance this time!"

A moment later.

Creak...

After three thousand years, Yan Ning opened the door once more.