"Such a level of existence can be sensed just by having deep thoughts about it. I only got permission to disseminate this data through the channels of Great Xia."
"...!!"
Lin Guang instinctively flipped through the docunts in his hand.
The three girls also turned their attention to those writings.
In the next mont, all four of them were stunned.
——It was detailed information about dozens of interdinsional calamities.
[Erosion Disaster]
[Wave of Woe]
[Liquid Collapse]
[Ti Rain]
[Desperate Disaster]
[Seed of Light]
[Tribulation of Tomorrow]
[Divine Plague Curse Technique]
[...]
The papers clearly recorded the manifestations of these interdinsional calamities and the changes in infected people/magical beasts, appearing quite frightening and hopeless.
Lin Guang browsed for a long ti before finally finding sothing different.
Interdinsional Calamity · Overflow of Light.
This calamity originated from a world seemingly left with only light, nearly annihilated, and attached to a specter known as [Eden Spirit], it ca to Blue Star.
Spirit Masters unfortunate enough to be infected by this interdinsional calamity would be gradually eroded by the special light elent ether of the [Overflow of Light], their body and spirit inching toward collapse, ultimately losing their human identity to beco a new [Eden Spirit].
Aside from lacking the explosive end stage of the regular Ore Disease, this was a disease seemingly very similar to Ore Disease and incurable.
And two hundred years ago, there was also an infected individual.
[Albert Silva].
This person’s experience was very similar to Lin Guang’s,
both having early on contracted with [Eden Spirit], then infected by Otherworld’s interdinsional calamity—there was no conclusive determination about his talent, but it could be confird to be related to [Eden Spirit], perhaps even likely from the sa world.
Since he was sentenced to death early on, naturally no one paid attention to him anymore.
But the subsequent content abruptly stopped, then suddenly leaped to a dozen years later, when he broke through to six-star, being called a [Demigod] in the Federation Country.
Then, he has remained active to this day, even breaking through to eight-star.
Lin Guang suddenly raised his head: "This is...?!"
Kong Guofeng looked at him: "You’re right."
"What can be confird is that this eight-star being was not reshaped and twisted, nor was he brought down by the Overflow of Light to beco a slave to the will contained therein."
"He is still the sa person he was."
"The classified docunts recorded in the Great Xia database show that he did it."
"Without relying on any chance encounters, or the help of anyone’s intervention."
"..."
Lin Guang fell silent.
He had caught the implication in Kong Guofeng’s words.
It wasn’t unprecedented in history.
In cases where talents were intricately entwined with interdinsional calamities, without relying on outside forces, without being reshaped and twisted, to forcibly ta and control them.
This not only draws a comparison between him and legends, but also serves to...
Give him hope.
Kong Guofeng sighed gently.
"Yin Long is indeed an unimaginably formidable rival, not only the pinnacle of Fenghai Province but possibly also a leading figure in the entire future of Great Xia. In my youth, I probably wasn’t even worthy of a glance from him, let alone that he still had a year’s head start in nurturing ti, his inheritance likely stronger than yours."
"Ore Disease, interdinsional calamities, Source Stones... are disasters terrifying to the extre. If it were the old , I would perhaps have no path left but awaiting death."
"In the entire history of Blue Star, those who have preemptively condensed True Intent are exceptionally rare."
"But you all are different."
"The miracles you’ve created are no longer few."
Kong Guofeng shook his head: "To be repeatedly shocked and amazed ti and again, seems unbecoming of a Six-star True Man’s deanor."
"So this ti, I’ll skip all the unnecessary processes and simply bet on your victory."
Saying this, his eyes flashed with a resolute divine light.
"I believe..."
"Once you cross this hurdle, you will undoubtedly astound the entire world."
...
The sky was a dark red.
The dilapidated sun hung on one side of the sky, like a sunset, or a void distinct as though it were shedding sunlight like blood.
A wild wind swept across this not-so-broad Secret Realm, stirring the hem of a shadowed figure on a large rock.
It was a young man around eighteen years old.
He stood on the rock, his hands casually placed at his sides, seemingly gazing into the distance.
The young man appeared handso, with a high-bridged nose, having an inexplicable charismatic presence.
His lips seed naturally slightly upturned, carrying a bright curve even when not smiling, dressed in a set of white tight-fitting attire that seed extrely easy to soil.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of dirt on it, not even a smudge of dust, as if so force repelled the dust brought by the wind.
The gentle breeze brushed past, causing his soft, fluffy, radiant-as-sunlight golden short hair to lightly dance in the wind, resembling a layer of flowing golden fragnts.
He appeared relaxed, as if on vacation at a tourism paradise.
The most captivating thing was his eyes—
They were a pair of pure golden pupils, like molten gold flowing within the irises, or like the most intense midday sunlight imprisoned within these eyes.
Even in the darkest corners, these golden eyes remain eternally bright, shimring with an unquenchable light.
These are... the unique golden eyes of the Yin Family.
Or rather, the proof of the Fenghai Province’s Dragon Vein.
This youth, looking as radiant as the morning sun, yet not scorching, exudes a charm akin to that of a ruler.
He stood on the large rock for an unknown length of ti, and as if sensing sothing, the golden-haired youth suddenly raised his eyebrows.
He turned his head to look beside him.
Swoosh—
A figure appeared by his side.
It was a middle-aged man with a stern and serious face, also possessing golden eyes, but with eyes filled with imnse gratification.
He looked at Yin Long, his Spiritual Power surging, seemingly observing so features beneath Yin Long’s upper body clothing.
"Not bad, not bad."
"As expected, the fifth complete Dao Mark is condensed. It was worth making it the Secret Realm Master, even at the cost of countless heavenly materials and treasures."
"Isn’t that to be expected?"
The golden-haired youth shook his head sowhat helplessly, "Rather than those, let’s talk about matters outside. Has anything interesting happened?"
"..."
At this mont, the middle-aged man’s face revealed quite a subtle expression, arousing a bit of curiosity from the golden-haired youth.
"Do you rember the Inheritance at Celestial Ladder Mountain near Zhen Sheng City?"
"Zhen Sheng... oh, that Six-Star one."
"Yes, it was only after the Inheritance began that it was discovered that it was left by a Seven-Star Peak expert."
"Is that so?"
Even hearing such news, the golden-haired youth rely raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, "That’s sowhat unfortunate for the Yin Family."
Evidently, the golden-haired youth was the prodigy of Li Hai City’s Yin Family, Yin Long.
And the implication of that remark was...
If he had interrupted his seclusion to participate in the trials, he definitely could have claid the Inheritance.
Whether the opponents were Jiang Nalan or Zuo Qingtian, it didn’t matter to him, but he wasn’t particularly concerned with possessing such a powerful Inheritance.
Others’ paths, though good, are only worth being the heritage of the family, insufficient to interfere with his own path.
This youth was rely curious, "So, who was the winner?"
The middle-aged man’s golden eyes also flashed a peculiar hue, "The Inheritance was claid by a civilian genius from Zhen Sheng City, who condensed a second complete Dao Mark after the Inheritance and contracted a Magical Beast with three Dao Marks."
Even for a great family, this is quite a lavish setup, but Yin Long’s expression remained unchanged; instead, he displayed a thoughtful look.
He quickly searched his mory for the target.
"A civilian from Zhen Sheng City... is it that Lin Guang, a sophomore?"
"...You even rember such a small figure’s na?"
"He joined the provincial competition, and we might et in the ring, and I’m interested in everyone chasing behind ."
"Besides, a small figure?"
Yin Long smiled, but his eyes showed contemplation, "Falling behind by a year yet defeating Jiang Nalan and Zuo Qingtian— is he really a small figure?"
"You have to know, half a year ago, I regarded them as rivals... and he managed to win the Inheritance despite a year’s difference in training ti... Wouldn’t underestimating him be underestimating myself?"
He curled his lips into a grin, showing interest for the first ti, "Uncle, do you think he has the qualifications to be my opponent?"
"...What nonsense are you talking about again?"
The middle-aged man displayed an utterly speechless expression, "If you were asking about the national league four years from now, perhaps I would consider that monster rumored in the Imperial Capital, but Fenghai Province?"
"Uncle, you truly have no sense of romance."
Yin Long sighed lightly, "The world is filled with countless ’unknowns’ and ’possibilities.’ Everyone is like a child of the stars in the sky... why is losing impossible?"
The man scoffed, "But sothing with a zero probability is still zero."
"Perhaps."
Yin Long smiled wryly.
"Let’s go."
He and the True Man instantly disappeared from their spot.
The sanguine sunlight continued to spill upon the land.
But... even after Yin Long left, the scent of blood remained lingering on this land.
...This is no wasteland.
It is clearly a bloody battlefield!
Nurous corpses of various tiers and forms of Magical Beasts surrounded the large stone, including a few that were particularly striking, retaining an undeniable powerful aura even in death.
Those were Tier Five Magical Beasts.
Their fur was purple, with a massive three-headed demonic wolf whose chest had caved in, and six blood-red eyes bulged as if struck down by so imnse force, lying a hundred ters away from where Yin Long stood.
Like a towering hellfire, a massive stone statue stood to Yin Long’s left, the green flas on its rocky body extinguished, remaining in a kneeling posture from its death, with a large transparent crater on its forehead, the edges smooth as a mirror, as if pierced by so extrely condensed force, disrupting the central nervous and energy operation system.
Apart from these two Magical Beasts, in the central area of the mound of corpses, right where Yin Long stood, the smooth surface of the "large stone" finally revealed its true form.
That was... a half-broken dragon horn.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if severed by sothing incredibly sharp in an instant.
A colossal black Ancient Dragon, nearly a hundred ters long, lay prone on the ground, its eyes as large as bells, unable to close even in death, its scales an obsidian black like teorite iron, covered in countless dented handprints.
But those were not fatal wounds.
There was only one fatal wound, on its head.
It was a massive handprint, deeply embedded into the dragon’s forehead, with surrounding scales shattered, as if so beyond-limit force had struck the dragon dead right here.
And the shape of that handprint...
Looked similar to Yin Long’s hand.
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