"The Emperor of the Dead, Wadon, has died!"

The entire land, thousands of Abyss races, were shaken by this news.

No one expected that before his death, he would establish the "Demon Core Meditation Technique," handing a weapon to slay the strong to the enslaved demons.

Even some Abyssal Nobles found it incomprehensible.

This man sacrificed his life to do something with no benefit to him, regardless of the cost.

And soon, these three thousand Abyssal Wizards on the front line stopped attacking the Elf Land and returned instead.

If they didn't return, their homeland might be gone.

When they returned, they saw the whole land was cheering.

"Wadon!"

"Wadon!"

"Wadon!!"

Countless people cried out, and the two-story civilian buildings on both sides of the street opened their windows and doors, with people shouting his name, as grand as a bustling city.

Demons, Demon Beasts, could really start cultivation!

The Demon Core no longer completely absorbed their life force and potential; it only absorbed half, slowing down cultivation speed by half, but there was still hope.

And the Demon Core implanted in their heads absorbed half the power, allowing them to exert some magical abilities.

"The era is about to change!"

The Fairy King Proeus was somewhat dazed.

They had not expected such a surprise from Wadon when attacking the Elf Land from the rear.

He returned to his palace, overseeing the turmoil in the city below, constantly pondering:

"I once massacred across the land, enslaving the common people with the nobles and the strong, because it was an unstoppable trend, and I entered this trend to avoid being eliminated by the era."

"But now, this is also a trend!"

The rise of demons and Demon Beasts was numerous and widespread.

They broke free from the shackles of slavery, with the power to resist, and the waves of resistance would only rise higher.

These nobles who enslaved the people and extracted the Demon Cores would sooner or later be overthrown.

"If I don't leave, I will die."

The Fairy King Proeus knew that the heart of rebellion in the world had risen.

That day, he found an impostor, secretly escaped, and cast off his luxurious Magic Core Robe and Magic Core Staff, coming to live in a small civilian building.

"That guy..."

The Fairy King Proeus sighed longingly, toasting malt beer towards the Emperor of the Dead, Wadon, in the distance:

"I should have known, this guy could shatter the Crystal Core for the people's benefit and could also take this step, sacrificing his life."

On another front.

The Bone Mage Belorus also disappeared in secret.

"He ruled for only seven years, yet all beings would remember him for a lifetime."

Belorus, who once challenged Wadon, believing he was unqualified, ultimately accepted him.

Even though it overthrew him, this enemy dealt him a fatal blow, but he couldn't muster hatred.

He even admired this Abyss Emperor's pure pursuit of truth and blessings for the era.

"Wadon! You are the King of the Era!!!"

Belorus shed his noble identity, disguising himself as a supporter of Wadon, waving a flag in the streets, loudly calling for reform and rebellion against the high-ranking noble class.

"Wadon! You deserve a monument from the era for you!"

He joined the crowd, parading through the streets.

He even became a leader of the Reform Army, shouting loudly with the people:

"We cannot deny that the Creation Gods once contributed greatly to the era."

"From the first unicellular sprout, to the underwater era of Sea Race tribes, and then to complete life crawling onto land, the Creation Gods opened the most magnificent exploration for the people on earth, from the cradle of life to the Extraordinary Era!"

"And you are still unique, the first king of our Human Era!"

"Our great Monarch! With mortal flesh, rivaling the Creation Gods, your achievements in opening the era are as magnificent and awe-inspiring as the Gods, you should be commemorated with a monument, to be remembered by future generations!"

They sang, and the people cheered.

Once again, in the central squares of various Abyss cities, a statue of the Emperor of the Dead was erected.

Children sang loudly the ballads.

"Ah~~ Wadon appeared, our kind King, seeing you in the palace, the evil nobles packed up their belongings in fear, scattering gems everywhere, abandoning their wives, fleeing in panic!~~"

"The evil nobles! Enslaving the people, once slandering our King, making us curse him, but the Emperor of the Dead is a truly benevolent Monarch, he loves us as children, bringing equality, independence, strength, to the Golden Era of the Abyss!"

"The nobles exploit the children, yet Wadon became our true father!"

"We should inherit the father's ambition, love what the father loves, do what the father delights in! To overthrow those evil nobles!"

Together they shouted, a sound that shook the heavens:

"Under Father's gift, we shall walk the road to freedom!"

"Under Father's gift, we shall walk the road to freedom!!!"

...

The march grew larger and larger.

Some nobles who did not react, who were shortsighted, still indulged in their palaces with dozens of Magic Core Treasure Artifacts they owned.

They did not know the terror of the people, the unstoppable force of this era's change, which was mighty and irresistible.

"Kill them!"

"Freedom! With our current death, we Fathers will bring a free era for our children!"

Raising sickles, picking up axes, dragging heavy hammers, the slaves shouted.

No matter how strong the nobles, they were drowned alive by the endless waves of the uprising army!

Boom!

Furious, they filled the gap with their lives.

They even took the Demon Core from the nearby fallen comrades, turned it into their own power, and charged ahead.

Those nobles died in pain.

This day forever marked in history, with a famous painting "The Day of Rebellion" spreading in later generations.

The slaves in the painting showed various expressions.

Anger, happiness, ecstasy, shouting, stepping on the mountains of corpses and the Sea of Blood, holding a noble's head.

Freedom!

We are finally free!

Looking at that painting, people felt inexplicable chanting from a distant era in their hearts.

And the nobles who managed to flee early, watching the overwhelming freedom movement outside, felt a lingering fear.

Wadon's reign lasted only a short seven years, yet it was with his brief life that he laid the foundation for a Golden Age.

In seven years of reign, he became a legend that would be passed down through the ages.

In his lifetime, Wadon shattered the broken crystal cores for the world, ushered in the Golden Age of cultivating Demon Cores, allowed the Mages to rise completely, and discovered his mistakes before dying, causing great disaster, redeeming himself.

"He is arguably the weakest Monarch in history, yet no one overthrew him; the people respected him, the nobles feared him, the kings dared not seize power, it was simply a miraculous era."

"Using his life to exchange for the future of an era, he was a truly pure Monarch, illuminating the path for the era. At the very least, we couldn't achieve that."

"Regardless, this era, a thousand years later, perhaps no one will remember the Abyss Emperor who ascends in the next era. Among us nobles competing for the throne, whoever wins the next era is already defeated before him!"

"Indeed, even if the next Monarch ruled for a thousand years, he would not surpass the seven years of glory left in the hearts of the people."

Hidden in the dark, the nobles, the Abyss Mages, their hearts were ultimately complex.

Initially, everyone thought it was a fleeting era of the Monarch, and once he passed, they would certainly replace him!

None expected that these few short years would reach such a degree, with no chances left to win against him.

"We can no longer beat a dead man!"

Some friendly Abyss Mages lay hidden, drinking heavily at the secret table, lamenting profoundly.

Everyone must admit.

This was a monument; brevity signifies brilliance, and fleeting moments always inspire longing. His story was bound to be passed down through the ages.

The year after.

The era erupted in the most tragic war.

The slaughter lasted seven months.

Every day, strong individuals vying for the throne fell.

The era's strongest Fairy King, Proeus, ultimately tread over the mountains of corpses and the Sea of Blood, ascended the throne, perhaps the throne always belonged to him.

He was the strongest of the era.

"But what of being the strongest? What of suppressing the entire era alone?"

Sitting on the Abyssal Throne, this Fairy King quietly gazed at the sky, always feeling he missed something, lacking something.

Becoming this king, he was left with regrets.

"Perhaps, we lost from the very beginning." Belorus, who failed to seize the throne, became the court Grand Mage, turned his head, looking at the sky that once opened the Gate of Truth.

"Perhaps."

The new Abyss Monarch on the imperial seat, Proeus slowly closed his eyes, murmuring: "What a pity... what a pity..."

No one ultimately knew what this new king regretted.

Perhaps he regretted their attack on Elf Land, which ultimately crumbled, forced back urgently by Wadon, granting Elf Land respite from this wave of war.

And Proeus did not violate the people's will, even actively established various textbooks in the academy, making Wadon a legendary figure in history.

A lifetime without selfishness, only for forging an era, this was what he deserved.

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