Mo Fan descended slowly from mid-air while holding Xin Xia in his arms.
Seeing that they were unharmed, Shao Zheng finally let out a breath of relief. His face was full of guilt as he stepped forward and apologized sincerely.
"This time it's our fault. We failed to protect you both."
"But don't worry. We'll shoulder the aftermath of your Demonization."
Hearing that, Mo Fan—utterly exhausted—didn't want to think anymore. He had finally understood one truth: in this world, only he himself could be trusted. The darkness hidden behind the top organizations of the magic world was far beyond imagination.
If he wanted himself and his family to live with dignity, he had to become stronger, to train in an even harsher, more extreme way.
In the original timeline, Mo Fan did not realize this until he experienced Zhan Kong, the Ancient King, being killed by the Holy City, and Feng Zhounlong being executed by the Dubai Magic Association for Fusion magic. Now, he had awakened to this understanding far earlier.
This time, Mo Fan had had enough of helplessness.
If the Undead Emperor had not suddenly intervened, both he and Xin Xia would have met a tragic fate.
Thus, he genuinely felt grateful toward the Ancient King.
Mo Fan said nothing. The others also fell silent, and combined with the tragic, sorrowful atmosphere of the Athens, no one felt like talking.
Old Man Song was the first to speak. He glanced deeply at Mo Fan and Xin Xia and said.
"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Delay will only bring more problems. I'll take you away. We'll return to China immediately. You also need to rest and alleviate the backlash of Demonization."
Shao Zheng nodded, then turned to Lu Jun and asked, "What about you? Are you coming back with us?"
Lu Jun shook his head.
"I have something to take care of. I need to visit the Magic Association at Cape of Good Hope in Africa. I won't be going with you."
No one present had any objections. After all, Lu Jun wasn't in danger. With the Parthenon collapsing, he was even safer. Mo Fan, on the other hand, had Demonization involved in forbidden magic, which violated the fundamental laws of the Five Continents Magic Association and the Holy City.
They truly had no idea how spectacular Shao Zheng's expression would be if he learned that Lu Jun was the very Undead Emperor who destroyed the Parthenon.
The entire Nine Provinces would be shaken.
This incident had concluded, but its aftershocks were still spreading.
The dark footage of the Parthenon circulated across the entire world. No matter how they tried to delete it, it was useless. Their reputation suffered devastating destruction.
At the same time, the identity of the Undead Emperor was finally confirmed, It was none other than the Ancient King of the Old Capital.
Back then, the Armored Emperor stood above the ancient city's sky. With a single lift of his hand, billions of undead vanished without a trace. The world remembered that majestic silhouette and now, the scene at the Parthenon stood in perfect contrast.
In an instant, the Ancient King became famous from one battle, his name blazing across the entire world.
Among the many demon empires listed in the [Apocalypse] released by the Five Continents Magic Association, the Ancient King's ranking soared instantly—
from the top twenty all the way into the top five.
Evaluation:
This Undead Emperor appears different from traditional monster emperors. He does not abide by the usual habit of slumbering within his empire's territory, but instead roams and takes action freely.
Moreover, he possesses extraordinary intelligence and mobility, boundless ambition, and seems to be seeking the throne of the Underworld King—possibly even challenging the Dark King himself.
Given this, we have raised the danger level of the Ancient King. Perhaps Emperor Qin Shi Huang truly has returned from the river of history.
While the world spat on the Parthenon, they couldn't help but worry, Would an emperor who roamed unchecked one day bring catastrophe upon their city?
It was unbelievable—utterly against common reason.
Most monster emperors slept within their own dominions, so the world seldom felt true danger from the empires, as if the world were peaceful.
Even though the higher-ups of the magic world knew the threat of each empire, as long as its emperor did not move, they could conveniently ignore it.
Not this time.
By the Aegean Sea in Greece, Lu Jun scrolled through his phone, expression uninterested.
The power of the Ancient King's armored robe was ultimately not his own cultivation.
Only when he became a Forbidden Mage and fully digested the position of Underworld King would he be able to wield his sword openly against all rivals in the world.
Moreover, Lu Jun knew very well that this eruption was not without hidden danger.
His window to truly become an emperor was limited.
If the Holy City decided the Ancient King posed too great a threat, they might gather all members of the Forbidden Curse Council and descend upon the Old Capital together to wipe out his Undead Empire.
If that happened, he would be finished.
After all, the Ancient King right now was only an empty shell, his Undead Empire could not withstand a single blow.
Lu Jun had to raise his cultivation as quickly as possible and become worthy of the title in truth.
So, after the Parthenon battle concluded, he parted ways with Shao Zheng and the others, brought Tang Yue with him, and headed south to Africa.
The Magic Association at the Cape of Good Hope still owed him a small high-grade metal vein.
And of course, he planned to enjoy some intimate time with Tang Yue as well.
He had worked so hard cultivating—why shouldn't he enjoy himself a little?!
It had also been a while since Lu Jun last saw Sister Tang Yue. Since the route from southern Greece to Africa passed right through the Aegean Sea—a famous vacation spot for young couples—the atmosphere and scenery were perfect.
Moreover, to avoid anyone disturbing them and to enjoy some quiet, Lu Jun boldly rented out an entire stretch of coastline.
Many wealthy people vacationing along the coast often used such private services; unless someone was deliberately looking for a "romantic encounter," they wouldn't mingle with the masses.
Lu Jun wasn't the type to covet what he didn't already have. On this sun-soaked beach, only the three of them were around, and no one else could catch even a glimpse of Sister Tang Yue's beauty.
Three people… yes, that's right. Jun Yaojin, the beautiful temple attendant, had followed them as well. It seemed that after witnessing the Parthenon nearly collapse, and realizing it could no longer restrain its members, she simply packed up her belongings and ran.
On the beach, Lu Jun wore a pair of colorful swimming shorts, sunglasses on his face, comfortably lying back on a recliner. Watching the two women play in the sea, he couldn't help sighing, "This is what they call the enjoyment of life…"
Tang Yue wore a sleek black one-piece swimsuit. Her white, jade-like arms and long, shapely legs were exposed; her fair, tender skin shimmered under the sunlight with a blinding radiance—utterly dazzling. Against the pure black swimsuit, her figure looked even more irresistible.
The chest and stomach areas were styled with a thin, translucent mesh—subtle and faint—so at first glance it looked conservative. But with her curvy figure, her chest and hips filled the swimsuit so fully that it seemed ready to burst.
She perfectly hit every weak point in a man's mind.
On the other side, Jun Yaojin was even bolder—wearing a bikini on the beach. Truly worthy of someone with partial European bloodline—her slender limbs and voluptuous curves were striking and alluring, carrying an exotic charm unlike Tang Yue's.
Lu Jun glanced up and down at her and sighed, "As expected of a beauty whose name contains the word 'fairy.'"
After the two women finished playing in the water, their bodies drenched, they began a game of beach volleyball, their movements swaying so much that one couldn't help thinking of the surging waves of the ocean.
When they were tired, they walked toward Lu Jun with their long legs, smiling with obvious satisfaction.
Jun Yaojin spoke openly, "Thanks, boss."
Lu Jun's interest rose, and he teased, "The Parthenon is in a state of crisis. If you had stayed, you would've had a good chance at getting promoted. Why follow me instead?"
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