In the Continent Martial Arts Competition, there are many opportunistic contestants who choose not to participate in the bloody fourth round because the chances of encountering ultimate monsters are very high.

Of the top sixteen contestants, Kun Lan thought he would definitely be eliminated if he went up, but he never expected a former employee of his old employer would make it to the final.

Kun Lan knew Saleret was formidable; otherwise, Doringger wouldn't entrust him with the tower as tightly as he guards his life, but he never expected him to be this formidable.

The Death God participated in the bloody fourth round but was ordered to withdraw from the competition by a key official from the Royal Court and vanished from sight.

"In the future, will I be a military wife?"

The Female Mage, wearing a leather choker, sipped a cold drink through a straw, gazing affectionately at Kun Lan, forcibly turning his head away from the fairy girls on stage.

Kun Lan was also an opportunistic type; after making it to the top one hundred, he chose to withdraw, with the current plan being an officer in reserve, paperwork still processing. Once the competition ended, he'd attend Officer School for a stint, and because of his familiarity with maritime areas, he could secure a Navy Major rank.

"Being in the navy, you'd better not follow me; I might rarely be ashore in the future."

Kun Lan also possessed a Heavenly Demon Bloodline, with white hair and golden eyes.

The reason for Doringger's transformation at the beginning of the year was twofold, but Kun Lan knew one: secretly constructing shipyards along the coasts of various Narrow Seas, though it was now less of a secret.

And these shipyards weren't for producing sailboats.

The Magic Energy Industry couldn't be widely implemented; Doringger managed to construct a Sea God vessel only with Mountain Giant assistance, taking over ten years to achieve just one, which had very limited strategic value, serving mainly coastal defense and deterrence.

Using Demon Crystals as energy for shipbuilding, Aran couldn't afford to lose, but as soon as cheap industrial energy emerged, the situation completely changed.

The Emperor conquered the Oathbreaker Land in the West Sea from afar, completely subjugating the giant race; it wasn't just one or two, but the entire giant nation.

Ironclad warships would be launched like dumplings, which is why Doringger needed urgent transformation, severing ties decisively, giving Liszt an opportunity.

But it also signaled the start of a new era, raising the navy's status.

"Now that you're an officer, is it difficult to use your privilege to hire a housekeeping assistant?"

The Female Mage was indifferent.

As a top one hundred contestant, today was undoubtedly the day to watch the show.

Compared to swordsmanship, Kun Lan was more proud of his professional qualities as a Demon Hunter, his mastery of magic seals, and his sense of tracking and detecting the weaknesses of various Demon Clans.

Although he resigned from the Life Weaving Society long ago, the things engraved in his soul were not forgotten.

"Do you feel it... there's a presence of Demon Clan."

Kun Lan's subconscious instinct was on high alert; this presence wasn't like a scent but more akin to a sixth sense intuition, scanning around.

Yet the event venue was crowded, and with the organizers "infusing oxygen," people had long lost touch with heaven and earth.

"It's an illusion, right? How could it be possible for you to sense something with so many people here? Unless some Demon Lord has descended."

The Female Mage thought Kun Lan was dodging her topic with fanciful talk.

"No! I'm serious!"

Kun Lan was never this serious before; he could even say... in his Demon Hunter career, he had never felt such a terrifying presence.

He was an extremely high-level Demon Hunter, having contacted many Demons, possessing "Spiritual Vision" far beyond ordinary and typical Demon Hunters.

Taking out a personal badge, which showed no reaction, illustrated that the being's rank was too high for mundane methods to be effective.

The so-called Demon Lord, unlike ordinary Demons and unlike any Annihilation Domain creature, was a favorite relative of the Demon God himself, possessing terrifying blessing powers.

"Excuse me... excuse me."

Kun Lan followed his strong premonition, searching in the audience, pushing away one person after another, completely leaving the Female Mage behind.

"Have I... been abandoned?"

The Female Mage's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief that Kun Lan would do something so tasteless, could he not come up with a better excuse?

The vibrant atmosphere on the floating stage was intoxicating, with shows one after another. All styled differently, each beauty unique and without repetition, with features that never overlapped, mesmerizing those who watched.

After nearly ten minutes of weaving through the circular staircase seats, Kun Lan finally reached the source of the terribly evil presence.

It was just a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, clad in an overly simple shirt, vest, and silver-black striped trousers, resembling someone who hadn't changed clothes after a long journey, dusty and with boots covered in dirt.

To ordinary people, that's how it appeared, for they didn't have "Spiritual Vision," or their "Spiritual Vision" was too low, and this being's rank was extremely high.

Kun Lan could be considered among those with the highest "Spiritual Vision" on the Western Continent, unrelated to personal strength but rather frequent interactions with evil, visiting polluted zones which gradually elevated "Spiritual Vision."

This wasn't a good thing, instead a negative return, allowing one to see terrifying things.

In Kun Lan's view.

The symbols seemed alive, crawling into his eyes, countless distorted pains congealed into shadows. The ground at his feet was seeping blood, not spreading like a wet patch but with viscous blood membranes twitching and bulging like soft cartilage, spurting forth.

The sight pierced through a tunnel-like passage, reaching directly into the Annihilation Domain, with all sufferings of abuse and reproductive desires.

Kun Lan forcibly calmed his mind, using magic seals to lower his perception, finally seeing the actual image from the abyss projection.

Mika crossed his hands on the staircase railing, his hat tilted, his gaze glancing at the females on stage, waiting for a certain person to appear.

Life Weaving Society, made Kun Lan uncomfortable, in numerous missions, many times humans themselves embodied what a demon truly was.

What disgusted him wasn't the naked sins of the world, but the beautiful masks worn with fake embellishments.

Even holding a pessimistic view of everything, facing genuinely terrifying things, he still had to... fight against darkness.

Why would Demon Clan of this level appear at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, investigating the world's strength?

Although he had defected from the organization, Life Weaving Society remained the strongest entity Kun Lan knew to combat these dark forces, he must relay this news back to the society.

"Next is the appearance of...

The beloved Star of the Continent, a genius young musician, Qili.

Bringing us the theme song of the Sixteenth Continent Martial Arts Competition, 'Path to Becoming King.'"

The star caliber was crystal clear.

Representing the absolute center stage.

The crowd in the audience went completely insane; not to mention males, even straight females despaired for not having an instrument.

Mika stood upright.

As the host's words ended, the main lights dimmed, a darkness blanketed the venue, and then the top streamlight beams suddenly focused, centering on the curtain of light and shadow on stage, drawn apart from the middle slowly to both sides, with a glimmering cold spotlight piercing the gap, falling upon the woman.

Like time-gilded black and gold antique backless gowns sweeping the floor with every step, sprinkled fluorescent diamonds refracting starlight.

The accompaniment orchestra's strings suddenly shifted to grand symphony; each step she took echoed with heavy beats.

As the song arose...

All forms retreated, with only the tides leading to the Illusion Realm spilling over the hall.

The roar and shouts below the stage turned into hollow echoes, crashing onto the extravagant theater, shattering into fragments left uncollected.

Mika showed no expression.

He knew no end led to absolute perfection.

But that name was no longer a thin symbol, but a vivid person, the sound of petals exploding was louder than cannons, even the silence of death was torn into pieces by this flourishing vitality, woven into new growth.

Mika merely smiled calmly, fantasizing numerous times aboard the SS Fuma Keqing Revenge, beauty beyond any horrific expectations.

Without a doubt.

The Undead need to pass on the flame, the Faded must restore the Golden Law.

This was the true ending, the final boss.

The Minstrel among Minstrels, the outermost of outskirts, the edge of the universe, the end of the Boundary Sea, above the heavens.

Beasts need dens, pilgrims need roads, the dead need coffins.

Immortal Emperor!

Must quell darkness and chaos!

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