Zhou Yang tapped the Hyper Zecter again.
[Hyper Clock Up]
The armor all over his body opened, magnificent golden elytra extending along his limbs. The carapace on his back unfolded, releasing dazzling wings of seven-colored light.
Azure light flickered from the Hyper Zecter before a dark-golden halo enveloped it, making it shine with even more magnificent, extraordinary colors.
The Hyper Clock Up granted by his Hyper Kabuto form had three abilities. The first was a speed ten times that of ordinary Clock Up, and the second was traveling through space and time.
The last was to cross time and make it flow backward.
As the king of time, mastering this was not difficult for Zhou Yang.
[Hyper Clock Up], imbued with the Power of Ohma, crossed time itself and twisted space, making everything begin to rewind rapidly.
Enveloped in the dark-golden afterglow, Yuanen Zhentian witnessed something that could overturn the entire world's understanding.
Time was flowing backward. Everything was returning to its place.
He watched everything return to its original state, reverting to how it had been. The Demon Gate appeared again, and even the demons that had been destroyed reappeared amid the fiery explosions, completely intact.
Even her own figure kept moving and changing, twitching and retreating, as though precise threads were manipulating her, rewinding her into her original state.
Watching everything before him with his own eyes, he saw, step by step, his dead clansmen come back to life, and the daughter-in-law whose loss had plunged his second son into grief become whole again.
Yet they all moved backward, step by step, returning to the Yuanen Family, returning to their places in what should have been their peaceful daily lives.
Everything returned to the moment when the Demon Gate had first appeared and opened.
Yuanen Zhentian shuddered and abruptly opened his eyes, waking from his cultivation.
Was I... cultivating?
No, I should have been on the battlefield.
But now I'm back at home?
His muddled mind was still somewhat clouded, but the lingering dark-golden glow seemed to let him grasp something.
"No, Yehui!? The Demon Gate!"
He remembered. With the help of that wisp of afterglow, his Quasi-God divine sense steadied his mind, allowing him to confirm it completely.
He remembered everything that had just happened.
Everything had been restored to its original state. Time had been reversed, and he, too, had been rewound to his present state.
That also meant-
Realizing this, Yuanen Zhentian released his Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, enveloping the entire Yuanen Household. He summoned his clansmen and barked orders at them while also confirming something.
Amid his clansmen's bewildered gazes, Yuanen Zhentian understood that he alone remembered everything that had just happened.
Although it all felt as illusory as a dream, that mysterious sense of his could not be wrong. It was a perception engraved upon his soul.
The higher one's cultivation, the better one understood that such perceptions could not be faked.
What sort of era am I living in?
Yuanen Zhentian did not speak of this. Something so earth-shaking-not just he, but probably even Yun Ming would not believe it.
Only a god could accomplish something like this, surely?
Excitement, nervousness, and unease filled his heart, but as a seasoned patriarch, he naturally understood what took priority.
Now that Yehui had just transformed into a demon and opened the Demon Gate, he led his clansmen toward the rear mountain to block it.
As long as they stopped the demons from pouring out through the gate, no matter how many there were, they could not all emerge at once. They would only be killed one batch at a time.
Not to mention that powerful senior was there.
By now, Yuanen Zhentian already revered Zhou Yang as a god in his heart. Never mind whether a god could resurrect his family-everything Zhou Yang had done alone was enough for Yuanen Zhentian to remember him forever and worship him as a god.
"That senior should be over by the Demon Gate."
Judging by Zhou Yang's earlier attitude, Yuanen Zhentian had already concluded that he would not let the Demon Plane off.
Now he wanted to go and witness how Zhou Yang would handle it, while also worrying about his eldest daughter-in-law.
He had long had an inkling of why the Demon Gate had appeared; he simply had not expected it to unleash such a devastating catastrophe.
After spending years with his eldest daughter-in-law Yehui, witnessing the love between the couple, and seeing her bring the Yuanen Household its precious pearl, Yuanen Yehui, how could he possibly have no affection for her?
"I wonder how the senior will deal with Yehui..."
That was precisely what gave him a headache. In the past, he would naturally have steeled himself and dealt with it despite the pain, but now that Zhou Yang, a godlike existence, was here, certain hopes and fantasies immediately arose in his heart.
"With his abilities, he should have a way to solve a problem even Yun Ming couldn't resolve, shouldn't he?"
The clansmen followed Yuanen Zhentian. Seeing his solemn demeanor and grave expression, they could tell there was evidently some serious business.
But even after racking their brains, they could not figure it out.
Yuanen Tiandang, on the other hand, seemed to realize something. He immediately grew nervous, anxiously searching for his wife.
With Yuanen Zhentian leading them along the route he remembered, the group hurried to the rear mountain and soon saw Yehui, who had transformed into a demon and opened the Demon Gate.
"Yehui?!" Yuanen Tiandang cried out in shock, his expression grief-stricken.
To think it had still happened.
Yuanen Zhentian stopped Yuanen Tiandang, staring gravely at the Demon Gate before them.
The Demon Gate now stood wide open, yet not a single demon could be seen running out, and that senior was nowhere to be found either.
Then there was only one answer-
His gaze shifted into the Demon Gate, and his divine sense attempted to enter, although the Demon Plane tried to block it.
But a Quasi-God was, after all, among the beings closest to godhood on this continent. Even Tang Wulin had been able to take Er Ming along to farm the Demon Plane back when she was a Titled Douluo.
Now this was merely a passage connected to the Demon Plane, not the Demon Plane itself, so how could it stop him? All the more so when things inside were even more "chaotic."
His divine sense soon passed through the plane's Maginot Line like the German Army and entered.
Before long, Yuanen Zhentian saw a red figure fighting through the passage.
Hyper Kabuto had not spread his wings to activate Hyper Clock Up. Instead, he wielded the Perfect Zecter, throwing himself into a frenzied slaughter of the demons within.
The demons, which should have been hideous and terrifying, were now trembling, no longer as crazed as before.
In particular, the several intelligent greater demons leading them all stared at the being before them in terror.
"T-too savage!"
"He's just like a demon-slaughtering machine!"
As inhabitants of the Demon Plane, they could clearly sense the Demon Plane's fear of this crimson demon slayer before them.
The entire plane was tense and rejecting him, afraid of this being's entry.
Zhou Yang looked excited, wielding the Perfect Zecter with incredible dexterity as he honed himself in actual combat.
The emotions that had accumulated under prolonged pressure finally erupted-commonly known as having been bottled up for too long.
In his memories, he had been trained within an inch of his life, all for this day. How could Zhou Yang not take this chance to blow off some steam?
You inherently evil demons, I, Qian Yang, will punish you today.
Taking this opportunity, he did not activate his acceleration, instead fighting with Hyper Kabuto's most basic capabilities.
But however basic Hyper Kabuto's stats might be, this bunch of small-fry demons before him had no business trying to match him.
"Wait, human, we can talk-aargh!"
Huh, did I hit something?
Was it a speed bump?
Whatever, never mind.