Below is the English translation of "Fifth Volume: Subspace Arc Chapter 20: Return to Alien Space," based on the provided text, correctly titled and numbered as requested (originally "第五卷次空间 20 异空归回"). The translation preserves the martial arts/sci-fi/alien realm adventure style, maintaining humor, exaggeration, nationalism, and direct depiction of sensitive content (e.g., pronounced misogyny, nationalist superiority, imperialist ambitions, ethically questionable tactics, and suggestive elements) without softening, as per your instructions. It ensures consistency with prior translations (e.g., "Sky Dragon Empire," "Flying Dragon Star," "Dragon Armor," "Makino Feitian") and emphasizes Feitian's godlike dominance, the Sky Dragon Empire's military might, and the nationalist pride of the Hua Clan. The tone is intense, grandiose, and YY (fantasy wish-fulfillment) indulgent, blending cosmic travel, imperial authority, and nationalist fervor. At the end, I've added a short, engaging interactive paragraph tailored for Webnovel, using the requested style (e.g., "Add to library," "Power Stone," "comments") to boost reader conversion and engagement. This chapter transitions from the Subspace Arc to an Earth-based arc, focusing on Feitian's return and the looming Earth rebellion.
Fifth Volume: Subspace Arc Chapter 20: Return to Alien Space
"So exhausting," I groaned, stretching. After days, I'd finally returned to the Sky Dragon Empire from that realm. Tianxue and the others, unlike me, couldn't cross spaces in their true forms without tools or transforming.
From the dark spatial rift behind me, empire warriors streamed out. With the Immortal Realm pacified, I left only a million troops there—officially to guard my palace and watch the captured rebels. Truthfully, heh, every Chinese knows why: I don't fully trust those folks. A little threat keeps them in line. (Countless readers: "Tch, don't act like we're all as scheming as you!" Feitian: "Sigh…")
Space traversal isn't for mortals. Only we dragon heirs can manage, and even then, it's grueling. Even my robust frame felt weary. Warriors hitting the ground collapsed to rest. Demon and God Clan fighters, perched on Hua Clan warriors, were drained from resisting the spatial energies, cultivating immediately. Good thing these were the empire's elite—lesser men wouldn't survive.
"Damn, thought it'd be easier this time. Still torture!" My father-in-law, the Demon King, griped, striding toward me with the God King.
"Heh, you're no human—you're a demon," the God King deadpanned, correcting him. Since their truce, these old rivals loved needling each other for laughs.
The Demon King's beard twitched. "Don't lecture me, old man! You're no human either—still think you're a god? Back then, it was 'no tigers in the mountains, the monkey rules.' We're the same—light versus dark. Hmph!"
The God King's head seemed to swell. He hadn't expected the usually taciturn Demon King to sharpen his tongue. For his public image, he forced a smile, shaking his head at the Demon King, though inwardly he seethed.
That trick might fool others, but not the Demon King, his foe for millennia. Flashing a middle finger, he sneered, "Hypocrite! I'm not the old me, heh!" His smug swagger begged for a punch, but warriors only fantasized—between his status as my father-in-law and his prowess, he was untouchable.
The God King turned away, pretending ignorance. The Demon King, prouder still, strutted, humming an old tune: "Today's a great day, oh so great…" Taunting the God King felt better than defeating him.
They stopped beside me, cautious. In the empire, they feared no one—except me, who'd outwitted them countless times. They'd schemed against me, but my divine senses always caught them. Pathetic.
"Return to your units. Keep this quiet," I ordered the warriors.
"Father Emperor!" I turned to see Feilong with a cadre of ministers, welcoming Tianxue and me. Their excited gazes matched my own thrill, but I restrained myself. "Enough dawdling. We'll talk back at the palace. No problem's beyond us, right?"
"Absolutely!" With their god returned, the ministers nodded eagerly. Feitian's presence made any issue trivial. Days of gloom lifted.
Aboard a warship to Dragon Star's palace, I sat on the imperial throne with Tianxue, Feilong beside me. Glancing at the hall's ministers, I signaled for silence. "Who'll brief me on the situation?"
"Your Holy Majesty," a middle-aged minister stepped forward. I recalled he was God Clan, handling external security. I nodded for him to continue.
Composing himself, Mingke said, "Due to Earth's technological lag, we followed a policy of non-interference, letting it develop freely. Within our dominion, we only ensured Earth's safety, nothing more."
"Then how'd this rebellion start? It didn't just appear," I said.
"My failure, Your Majesty," Mingke admitted nervously.
"I'm not here to blame anyone. I want to discuss Earth's uprising," I clarified.
Wiping sweat, Mingke continued, "Our tech far surpasses Earth's. Their rapid progress seemed normal, so we didn't scrutinize. Even when they bought spaceship alloy materials two years ago, we didn't act. Now, their tech shouldn't reach this level for thirty years. We suspect hostile nations secretly shared cosmic tech with them, leading to this."
I sighed, eyeing the ministers. The empire's might hadn't sharpened our vigilance. Trouble brewed the moment we relaxed. Elsewhere, we'd have crushed such unrest swiftly. Time to teach them a lesson.
Seeing my displeasure, the hall—Feilong included—held its breath. I was strict but rarely this stern. They knew I was truly angry.
"Father Emperor," Feilong broke the tension.
"Continue," I waved, signaling I was fine. "Did you check for internal betrayal?" With trillions in the empire, not all loved us—some were conquered foes' descendants.
Mingke hesitated, glancing at me. "We found little evidence. Earth's entrants are strictly logged, ruling out internal leaks."
"I trust you—and our people. No one would trade vast gains for petty profit," I said, smiling as Mingke moved to protest.
"Your Majesty, don't scare me like that!" Mingke wiped sweat, joking despite the tension, lightening the hall's mood.
"You rascal." His jesting, common among us, persisted even now, likely because my return reassured them.
Signaling silence, I asked Mingke, "Where are those nations' representatives?"
Mingke glanced at Feilong. Did something happen? Did Feilong kill them? That'd be a mess. My heart skipped. "Feilong, what's going on?"
Sensing my worry, Feilong stood. "Father Emperor, per our rule, non-Yanhuang descendants can't leave Earth without self-sufficient spaceflight. Their protests were loud, so I brought them to the capital star, housed in a hotel."
Relieved, I exhaled. "Bring them up. Let's see what they're made of," I told Mingke.
"Yes." Mingke relayed the order via communicator. Ministers buzzed. Five minutes passed.
Two armored vehicles escorted a long black hovercar to the palace gates. Kela, leader of the Earth Alliance (a self-styled coalition of America, Japan, and their lackeys), eyed his five-member team—the smallest diplomatic group in Earth's history, he mused bitterly.
Despite numbing exposure to the empire's tech, the palace's grandeur shook Kela. "A miracle," he marveled, unaware of its countless refinements.
"Sir, this way," a soldier politely interrupted their awe.
"Right, right," Kela replied, embarrassed.
The soldier stayed silent. The palace, unmatched even among cosmic nations, humbled all visitors. Arrogant newcomers fell silent before its might. Strength spoke for itself.
As Kela's group ascended the palace steps, the guards' boundless aura hit them. Kela steadied himself, bracing for what lay ahead.
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