Three days after the Battle of the Capital.
Qin Ze rested at a hotel near the city wall.
This small area was the only part of the entire capital that remained unaffected.
Due to the city lockdown and the lack of transportation.
Qin Ze has been resting and recuperating at the hotel for the past three days.
His weakened body has recovered to about 70-80%.
That day, the Duke took the eldest prince Xuan Ling, to Torch City.
In less than half a day, the Torch City reinforcements arrived in the capital.
However, the battle had already ended by then.
The unlucky boy Zhan Li, successfully returned to his ancestral home.
After this battle, the eldest prince Xuan Ling's Dao heart shattered, and he fell into complete seclusion.
The other princes all died in infancy.
Otherwise, the emperor wouldn't have thought of having Zhan Li, this mixed-race illegitimate son, recognized as a member of the imperial family before his death.
Now that Zhan Li is the only remaining member of the royal bloodline, he has no choice but to take over the reins of the country in place of the reclusive eldest prince.
Qin Ze and he exchanged contact information using communication cards.
These past two days, Zhan Li has been complaining to Qin Ze about how boring it is to be an emperor.
The Northern Continent was cut apart.
The Blue Flame People came from the Abyss, and they returned to the Abyss once more.
But the resistance from the foreign tribes did not subside; on the contrary, it intensified.
"Foreign rebels" appeared in various provinces, causing Zhan Li, the temporary regent emperor, a great deal of trouble.
The royal palace and the capital city have begun reconstruction.
With the participation of martial artists, the entire royal city will be restored to its original state in at most six months.
Qin Ze leaned against the window, gazing thoughtfully at the bustling street outside.
Through his battle with the Shadow, he roughly figured out one thing.
Each of the five Ancient Race may have worshipped a god.
Or rather, they are descendants of God.
The Cloud Clan, with their wings on their backs, perfectly embody the God of the Sky.
In this day and age, God no longer exists.
The Ancient Clan Alliance is trying every means to hunt down the World Overlord and absorb their Sovereign's Power, most likely in order to resurrect the ancient gods or become gods themselves.
The Void Beast are Star Gate Fragment, proving that the Star Gate has been shattered.
With the path to ascension to godhood gone, it seems that only the path of hunting down Dominator remains.
There's another point that Qin Ze found very interesting.
Judging from the Fifth Prince's reaction at the time, the Desolate God seemed to Divinity of the Ancient Clan Alliance.
Qin Ze stared at his palm and muttered to himself, "So, did the Desolate God eat their rice, or did he steal their wives?"
"To the point that he was labeled a heretic."
The city gates of the capital, which had been sealed off, have been reopened.
However, the train to Torch City won't arrive until tomorrow.
Qin Ze planned to go to the Myriad Races Black Market.
He urgently needs to replenish his supply of Source Crystal in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Also, buy some Soul Orb for the Five Heavenly Kings to help them advance.
The required quantity is rather large.
Typing this all by hand would take forever.
Unpurified Soul Orb are said to be dirt cheap on the Black Market.
Qin Ze had been teaching Fire Movement Technique for so long that he had accumulated a lot of high-grade crystals.
This trip to the Myriad Races Black Market can be summed up in one word: extravagance.
The next morning, Qin Ze boarded a flying boat bound for Torch City.
The communication card vibrated; it was a message from Zhan Li.
"I'm so bored. Do you want to come to the palace and play with me?"
Qin Ze smiled.
It seems this child is indeed not very suitable to be an emperor.
I'm leaving.
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"First go to Torch City, then see if there's a ride to the Myriad Races Black Market."
"I know the Myriad Races Black Market very well; I go there all the time!"
Zhan Li sent messages so quickly, it was as if he wanted to fly out of the palace.
"Sigh~ It's not possible now. I guess I'll never have the chance to go to the Myriad Races Black Market in my lifetime."
Zhan Li is now firmly bound to the palace.
As expected, he couldn't even leave the capital city.
Qin Ze asked, "Since you go there so often, is there a direct train from Torch City to the Myriad Races Black Market?"
Zhan Li replied, "There definitely isn't one now. The Tide just ended. If you want to go to the Myriad Races Black Market, you'll have to walk there yourself."
"If you're lucky, you'll meet a kind person on the way who will give you a ride."
"If you're unlucky, it could take you almost half a month to get here."
Qin Ze disagreed.
The one thing he has plenty of right now is time.
Take your time, and treat it as a trip.
The coordinates of the Myriad Races Black Market were sent to him by Brother Yuanzi via a card yesterday.
After some extra help, Qin Ze can now understand these things.
"Enough said, the Duke is here, time to go to that stupid cabinet meeting again."
"Do a good job, Your Majesty."
After sending the last message, Qin Ze threw the card back into the ring.
Zhan Li is currently just a mascot.
If he cannot grow up quickly, the empire, beset by internal and external troubles, will rapidly disintegrate, and the empire will be replaced by a new dynasty.
However, these are all matters of domestic affairs for the Maka Race, and have nothing to do with Qin Ze, an outsider.
"Passengers, please be seated. The flight is about to depart and is expected to arrive in Torch City in three hours."
The airship slowly rose into the air. Qin Ze took one last look at the ruined capital and stretched.
"Withdraw!"
Within the Local Area Network, the clones also shared their thoughts.
"I'm leaving now~"
"Keep up the good work, Xiao Li! Next time we come, we'll arrange for some pretty girls to come!"
"I wave my sleeves, leaving not a trace behind."
"This comparison is quite eloquent."
"The sky is cloudless today; you can't take it with you even if you wanted to."
"..."
Amidst the commotion of his clones, Qin Ze arrived at Torch City once again.
The Tide had just ended, and the troops in Torch City were undergoing rotation.
It must be said that the Maka Race is very strong overall.
This Tide prevented even a single beast from passing through the Gate of the Abyss; they were all stopped at Torch City.
Qin Ze continued to use the fake identity Zhan Li had given him, and proceeded without hindrance.
Not far from the front lines of Torch City, Qin Ze encountered a passing mountain tortoise.
The mountain tortoise was heading in roughly the same direction as the Myriad Races Black Market, so Qin Ze leaped up and sat on its back, catching a ride.
Qin Ze didn't waste any time on the road, letting his clones seize the opportunity to cultivate.
"The path of martial arts requires perseverance; one must never be lazy."
The clones. "..."
The mountain tortoise seemed to have some kind of odor that the strange beasts disliked.
We didn't encounter any strange beasts for almost half a day.
Swoosh--
Two streaks of green light suddenly flew at high speed from a distance, skimming close to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Qin Ze instantly prepared for battle.
Two streaks of light quickly landed on the turtle's back.
One man and one woman.
They were all dressed in tight-fitting clothes, tall and handsome.
What is particularly striking is their white hair and green eyes.
The two have similar facial features, about 70-80% alike, resembling a brother and sister.
"Don't be nervous, we're just hitchhiking."
The man slightly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.
Qin Ze withdrew his oppressive aura and sat down at the Sidelines, far away from them.
The two were quite tactful and sat facing each other on the other side.
Qin Ze noticed that the girl opposite him kept glancing at him.
As soon as he looked up, the girl quickly turned her face away.
"It's probably beyond saving."
Qin Ze glanced at the girl's chest and sighed inwardly; even Qin Yu was no match for her.
The girl noticed this little action, and she stood up angrily, looking menacing.
"What's with that look of pity and sympathy on your face?"