Chapter 921: Returning to the World

On the blood-stained city walls,
the Emperor of Darkness stepped heavily, slowly approaching a man with his hands behind his back. The man had long, smooth, snow-white hair that resembled silver illuminated by the twilight, exuding a strong sense of pride and an eerie aura that struck Happy’s heart immediately.

The Evil Emperor!
The leader of the Wild Wolves Organization.
The top expert in the world today, a practitioner of the “Dharma Heart Demon Sowing Art.”

Happy, residing within the Emperor of Darkness, observed the Evil Emperor closely.
By normal standards, this man was the true expert—a once-in-a-lifetime master. He indeed possessed remarkable presence. Though he emitted no aura at all, he gave the impression of being completely integrated with heaven and earth. Standing before him felt like facing heaven, earth, and oneself!
This feeling was everywhere. Happy believed the Emperor of Darkness could also sense it, and not to a lesser extent than herself.

“Emperor of Darkness, we’ve finally met,” came the Evil Emperor’s voice, seemingly breaking the tranquility of heaven and earth.

“Yes. I’ve long heard of the Wild Wolves’ fame. Seeing you today, I confirm it’s well-deserved,” replied the Emperor of Darkness, using double meaning in his words.

“Likewise,” said the Evil Emperor, turning his face around.
It was a very young, ordinary face, but his eyes were bright and vivid, their radiance making one overlook his appearance, even giving the illusion that one might forget what he looked like in an instant, prompting one to look again, more closely.

“What an amazing ‘Heavenly Demon Strategy’! What a remarkable ‘Dharma Heart Demon Sowing Art’!” As this thought crossed Happy’s mind, the Emperor of Darkness spoke at the same time:

“The Evil Emperor’s martial arts are truly strange. They can even shake the Emperor of Darkness’s true heart. If not for having already grasped the Eleventh Sword, I would likely have had my state of mind disrupted, unable to unleash the power of my sword intent, and thus lost without fighting.”

“That’s why you deserve my personal intervention.”

The Evil Emperor smiled slightly.
With that smile, the countless hues of twilight behind him seemed to come alive suddenly, transforming into blazing clouds of fire that enveloped the Emperor of Darkness without warning…

*Choke!!!*
A black sword aura instantly shattered all illusions. The clear sound of the sword ringing filled the air, finally revealing the Evil Emperor’s figure.

“Go!”
The black sword aura immediately locked onto its target.
Yet the Evil Emperor remained unmoved, smiling at the Emperor of Darkness as he tapped his hand.
A terrifying restraining force suddenly appeared around Happy.
She quickly felt as though the Emperor of Darkness’s body was also bound by an immense force…

Although it happened suddenly, experts are always quick to react. Happy figured in an instant that it must be something like an aura.
If it were him, faced with trouble suddenly, he would have three choices.
The best strategy was to reverse the situation, transferring all the damage from himself to the enemy or to the ground or another space, then counterattacking directly;
The middle strategy was to stick to his core, activating the Arhat Form or Dragon Coiling, using constancy to overcome change, and breaking through the enemy with the Nine-Character Mantra Seal at critical moments;
The worst strategy was to fight head-on using Spiral Energy combined with the Dragon Slaying Sword…
Yi Di’s reaction was somewhat beyond Happy’s expectations.
The moment he was trapped, a black sword beam that pierced heaven and earth suddenly appeared before the Evil Emperor.
The encirclement around them collapsed instantly.
What excellent swordsmanship!
Yi Di’s strike embodied the true essence of freeing both himself and his enemy, with an extraordinary amount of power unleashed.
Yi Di broke free.
Seeing this move by Yi Di, Happy quickly deduced from its lethal power that it must be one of the later moves in the Thirteen Deathly Swords.
But sadly…
Though the sword move was earth-shattering, those with strong mental strength could seize a sliver of hope in an instant. The Evil Emperor had already moved half a meter away in advance.
Boom!!!
A large piece of smooth, shattered stone flew from the wall where the Evil Emperor stood toward the ground outside the city.
“There are only three people in the entire martial world who can escape my ‘Dao Heart Traps’ so quickly… Yi Di, you’re the strongest among them. I’ll give you one more chance—submit to me and become part of the Wild Wolves. I’ll give you 30% of the Central Plains!”
The Evil Emperor smiled, his tone calm, yet revealing his ambition and confidence to seize the Central Plains at all costs.
“The Central Plains are not a place for you.”
“This is my hometown.”
“Your hometown is on the battlefield, not here.”
“Ah, that’s too unfortunate.”
A hint of impatience finally appeared on the Evil Emperor’s face: “I thought, as someone at the pinnacle of the world, you’d show some appreciation. Since you’re unyielding, there’s no need for further talk. I’ll eventually take over the entire Central Plains. Anyone who opposes me will die screaming under the Wild Wolves’ kiss.”
“Not necessarily.”
Yi Di raised the long sword in his hand.
The final battle between the two had begun.
……
When Happy came out of the game, his face was filled with solemnity.

After a year and a half apart, Yi Di’s sword skills had advanced to such a level—having mastered eleven of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, with the final sword seemingly capable of seizing the forces of heaven and earth itself, nearly destroying the Evil Emperor’s Dark Heart Demon Seed technique. Had it not been for the Evil Emperor’s sudden attack with his sinister gaze, this battle likely wouldn’t have ended so quickly.
Yet still—Yi Di lost!
It wasn’t an unjust loss.
The supreme demonic arts recorded in one of the four greatest books of our time, *Heavenly Demon Strategy*, were the masterpieces relied on by legendary magicians like Pang Ban and Han Bai.
The Evil Emperor’s skills could only be described as unfathomable; even when happy, Happy had no chance to match him.
The Evil Emperor had had nearly five years…
while Happy only had three.
But from this REP, Happy realized that Yi Di definitely hadn’t retired.
Others might think retirement was something Yi Di couldn’t bear—disappearing without a trace—but only Happy knew that the last two forms of the Thirteen Deadly Swords hadn’t been fully mastered yet, so Yi Di would never give up!
He must have already begun to fully comprehend those last two swords…
And it was because the Evil Emperor knew Yi Di was the greatest threat in the Central Plains that he kept trying to persuade Yi Di to surrender to him.
Relieved that Yi Di was safe, Happy took a breath. He shifted his gaze, leaving the record page to enter the character information page.
On the game page for the second-generation helmet, options other than creating a new character appeared…
There was only one familiar figure floating in the air.
Two words above its head—Happy.
As his gaze fell on them, the surroundings rapidly changed. From Happy’s clumsy appearance when he first entered the martial world, to his meticulous training at Shaolin, to his solo efforts to wipe out a small but notorious bandit gang, to his fierce determination and sharpness as he fought his way through battles at Mount Hua during the global sword competition…
The naive young martial artist was growing rapidly, moving closer to becoming a true hero!
On the arena stage, his tall and upright figure, his agile movements that left enemies flustered, and his piercing gaze…
Passion, memories—slowly emerged from his chest and mind.
Yet…
Everything stopped outside the Martial Temple.
Experts from the Five Poisons Sect blocked the area, killing him over and over again. Each time he angrily charged back… more blood splattered into the air!
His vision turned completely red!!!
The figure in the air seemed to come to life little by little—Happy, filled with confidence and resentment, his gaze growing intense and sharp as he stared at himself calmly yet madly.
The two locked eyes. It seemed they could hear each other’s thoughts.

A voice surged wildly in his chest, almost bursting out!
“Excuse me!”
“Create a new character?”
The system reminded him.
“No!”
Happy’s tone was cold and firm as he resolutely reached for his own image floating in the air…
The moment he focused on that image, an unprecedented surge of passion erupted from him. He seemed to hear the sound of heavy hooves trampling and war drums. He seemed to hear the chaotic and intense sounds of swords clashing, and he seemed to see a world of iron and blood that made his heart tremble.
“Ding!”
The system’s voice rang out again:
“Player Happy has chosen to return to the martial world!”
“Since your last login was one year, six months, and seven days ago, and you deleted your character afterward, a background has been prepared for you.”
“Injured, with the help of a mysterious person, you returned to your sect, Shaolin, and it took you one year and six months to recover…”
After rambling on about the background, the system finally asked the question that made Happy’s heart race with excitement:
“Happy, do you want to enter the martial world right now?”
“…”
After calming down the surging passion within him, Happy took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and replied, “Yes!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, with a heavy sound, an ancient and massive door slowly swung open behind him!
Blinding light quickly engulfed Happy…