Translator: CinderTL
Whoosh.
A white sheet of paper drifted slowly down, and Chen Feng reached out to catch it.
Looking up, he recognized the familiar handwriting.
Alliance Era 250, June 13th.
The annihilation of Qinggang City remains vivid in my mind. I don't know how I endured those cowardly days.
My former family and friends are all gone.
How can I possibly resurrect them?
The brief opening lines made Chen Feng's gaze sharpen, filled with deep resentment, guilt, and even a hint of despair.
Comparing the time and date, this entry must have been written shortly after Qinggang City was overwhelmed by the Black Tide.
Did he survive in the end?
Chen Feng's eyes flickered as he recognized the handwriting as belonging to Wang Yu, the Spirit Tamer Talent user.
Driven by curiosity, he continued reading the rest of the diary.
Alliance Era 250, October 9th.
I failed!
Alliance Era 251, April 27th.
I failed again. The Spirit Control Talent is utterly incapable of resurrecting them!
Alliance Era 252. 253.
Lines of frustrated handwriting appeared in succession, all marked with failure.
A strange sense of sympathy stirred within Chen Feng.
By now, he had a rough sense of just how formidable this Spirit Tamer Talent user truly was.
He suspected that the Heroic Spirits they summoned were likely all at the Angel-tier.
Alliance Era 253, July 15th.
I finally understand. The reason they can't be resurrected is because their Life Marks are too weak.
Only those who have left a sufficient World Imprint—the truly powerful—have any hope of becoming Heroic Spirits. Then, by harnessing new power, they can revive and return.
I refuse to accept this! Most of them weren't Angels!
I must find the true method!
As the words appeared, Chen Feng's heart jolted.
When he reached the final entry, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
Alliance Era 253, December 7th.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I've found the way to resurrect them!
I never imagined this was the true reason the Black Tide descended upon our world!
The entry ended abruptly, and all information ceased.
Chen Feng's eyes flickered, his mind rippling with speculation.
No wonder Angel-tier powerhouses can resurrect within the Heroic Spirit Hall using the power of Fragments of Divinity.
It seems these Pinnacle beings left behind some kind of incredibly potent World Imprint.
And it's clear this method of resurrection is inextricably linked to Wang Yu's Spirit Control Talent.
But... did he ultimately find a better way?
Could even ordinary humans be resurrected?
Intrigued, Chen Feng was particularly struck by that final line.
Could this so-called "better way" be connected to the Black Tide's descent?
His thoughts scattered, a flurry of hypotheses swirling through his mind.
Just then, a powerful energy surge erupted overhead, shattering his train of thought.
Buzz!
Looking up, he saw the crimson pillar of light rapidly fade, dissolving into the black mist and void as if it had never existed.
The golden radiance that had enveloped the sky swiftly dimmed, retracting into the Golden Palace.
The extraordinary threat dissipated. The magnificent Golden Palace, visible to the naked eye, trembled slightly before vanishing once more into the void, reverting to its ethereal state between reality and illusion.
Heroic Spirit Hall
His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed at the Fire Seed left behind by the High Wall Alliance.
Doubt stirred within Chen Feng, fueling his curiosity.
He knew that only by truly resurrecting the angel within could he uncover more answers.
He even suspected that Wang Yu had deliberately orchestrated this, guiding him step by step toward the Heroic Spirit Hall in search of answers.
"Too bad, I still need six more Fragments of Divinity."
Shaking his head, Chen Feng glanced one last time at the panel, choosing not to delve deeper into the other party's existence or ulterior motives.
The true cause of the Black Tide's descent and the real method for resurrecting everyone—these mysteries had already piqued his interest.
The Black Tide's eruption on Earth filled him with dread. Even the mighty Ancient Taiduo Civilization and the High Wall Alliance had been annihilated one after another.
He feared this would become Earth's fate.
If he could uncover the cause sooner, perhaps he could avert the worst-case scenario?
With his resolve solidified, Chen Feng stowed the diary page and turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield.
The battle raged fiercely within the black mist, platinum light clashing relentlessly against crimson compound eyes.
After a moment's contemplation, Chen Feng didn't immediately engage in battle.
He glanced around, noticing that some of the Light Orbs in the vicinity had fully expanded and were now suspended motionless.
Finally, he could collect them again.
Golden Dawn Art: Golden Body (49% → 62%)+
Thunderclap Art: Thunder Light—Minor Mastery (31% → 46%)+
Extreme Martial Fist: Polaris—Minor Mastery (17% → 29%)+
The next morning, Chen Feng woke up and checked his status panel.
After searching, he had obtained numerous Skill Light Orbs.
He fully invested points into Extreme Martial Arts, Golden Dawn, and Thunderous Roar.
"It's a pity I still haven't gathered all the True Art Keys."
"Even the memory fragments lack records of the final realm."
Shaking his head inwardly, Chen Feng felt a pang of regret.
The strongest individuals who had left behind these Skill Light Orbs were only at the peak of the Sixth-Tier, barely approaching Pseudo-Angel level—their cultivation realm was simply insufficient.
Because of this, he had been unable to successfully acquire advanced techniques from the memory fragments, such as the Golden Dawn Art's Undying, the Thunderclap Art's Thunder Flash, or the final layer of the Extreme Martial Fist and Heavenly Aura Overlord Body.
"It seems our only option is to investigate the Heroic Spirit Hall."
"If we can resurrect a batch of angels, we might be able to extract the complete True Art Key from them."
Chen Feng pondered, his urgency tempered by calm resolve.
Though he hadn't obtained the final layer of these Martial Arts True Skills, his efforts hadn't been entirely fruitless.
He had secured the critical insights for the penultimate layers, such as the Golden Body's perfection and the Thunder Light's mastery.
This was sufficient to advance to the next stage of cultivation while gathering Fragments of Divinity.
Clearing his mind of distractions, he glanced at his status panel:
Limit Breaking Orbs: 417
The Limit-Breaking Light Orbs' effectiveness was diminishing, but their cumulative effect remained valuable.
"With continued accumulation and the boost from Skill Light Orbs, I should be able to break through another True Art."
Satisfied, Chen Feng nodded.
He then focused on the Life Mark within his chest.
Staring intently, he could see a swirling, murky mass of immense vitality, like a river of life force.
This was a portion of the Life Essence from four Envoy Rank Black Tide Creatures, though he hadn't been able to completely drain their vitality.
Part of the reason was the interference from the Crimson Blood Moon, and another was the immense strain this tainted Black Tide power placed on him, pushing him to the very limits of his endurance.
Just like now.
#&&%@&
A demonic whisper seemed to echo in his ears, or perhaps it was a continuous, chaotic murmur.
Every moment, it assaulted his mind, as if trying to drag him into a堕落 abyss.
Only his unwavering will and the purifying power of the Heart of Life, working at full capacity, were slowly but steadily weakening this corruption.
Otherwise, anyone else would likely have already been corrupted by the Black Tide's power.
"No wonder those Evil God Cult members treat their own kind as sacrificial offerings, especially those of higher status and power."
"Perhaps they're no longer human."
Forcing himself to block out the corrupting whispers, Chen Feng shook his head inwardly.
The power of the Evil God and the Black Tide was overwhelmingly dominant. Once tainted, accepting their twisted corruption marked the beginning of an irreversible descent into the Abyss.
Every action would be guided by the Evil God's power, which was why, even knowing death awaited, they would perform Blood Sacrifices to summon its descent.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes as he recalled his previous encounters with the Black Tide.
To a certain extent, the Evil God Cult had become humanity's enemy on Earth.
Without these degenerates, would the Black Tide have found it so easy to descend?
His expression remained impassive as he pondered for a few moments.
He temporarily suppressed these thoughts and withdrew his Perception of the Heart of Life's power.
Then, he rose and walked to the window.
The Red Nation was nearing summer. The sky was a clear, azure blue, and Daylight hours now exceeded those of darkness.
Within view, the Flame Tiger Sect's atmosphere seemed lively. Some disciples had returned from the city to the Mountain Gate and were sparring with members of the Three Great Factions, exchanging techniques and insights.
Zhao Jushan and the other True Disciples, in particular, had finally found worthy opponents at the True intent level, allowing them to unleash their full potential and test their skills.
The air buzzed with grunts and shouts.
On the smooth stone-paved Martial Arts Arena, the clash of fists and palms echoed intermittently, punctuated by cheers and applause.
Even Grandmasters like Li Tong personally oversaw the True Intent level sparring matches, acting as referees and offering guidance.
"Quite lively," Chen Feng remarked, glancing around before withdrawing his gaze.
Everything was thriving. Though he had taken a hands-off approach, his Master and the other three Grandmasters had organized everything impeccably, maintaining perfect order without a single flaw.
Moreover, based on recent developments, several Grandmasters from the north were planning to travel south to the Alliance Headquarters in the coming days to formally register and join.
Chen Feng quickly lost interest.
Today was the day he would explore the Inverted Pyramid. As agreed, the Military would send someone to escort him to the Radiant Light Secret Realm.
He needed no special preparations; his confidence stemmed entirely from his own strength.
Before leaving, however, he reached out and summoned his phone from the mahogany table.
A message from Lin Hao immediately caught his eye:
Lin Hao: Heard you beat the Flying General Nangong?
Chen Feng wasn't surprised Lin Hao knew and simply replied with a curt "Mm."
Beep beep!
A call came through, and he answered.
"Damn, you're a beast! Even Nangong Ling couldn't stand a chance against you."
"This is Yun Port's top combat power right now, seemingly not much weaker than Wang Cheng. Tsk tsk, good thing you're my brother."
Lin Hao's familiar voice soon reached Chen Feng's ear, his cheerful tone bringing a smile to Chen Feng's face.
The Federation had held several meetings over the past few days, but Chen Feng hadn't attended any of them. Hearing Lin Hao's summary now gave him a sense of what he had missed.
"It's all thanks to you," Lin Hao said with a hint of awe. "The people from Radiant Light Inner City have always been arrogant, but they've been remarkably humble lately."
"Even the representatives inspecting the district have been polite, sharing resources and technology without holding back."
Lin Hao sighed, well aware of how proud the people from Secret Realm cities typically were.
In the past, radical factions would have dismissed Nanjiang as a backward backwater, unworthy of their attention.
Yet, during the ongoing reconstruction efforts, everything proceeded smoothly. Supplies from the Radiant Light Secret Realm arrived on time, and the aid workers were sincere, showing no arrogance or condescension.
The reason for this shift was obvious, but Chen Feng merely smiled, not dwelling on it.
The two chatted casually for a while.
Finally, Lin Hao mentioned something unexpected.
"I heard there's been some strange activity in Niduo Country recently."
(End of the Chapter)
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