Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 939 Return to the Present World
Feng Lian's only chance of victory lies in his decisive strike, which utilizes the "Seven Killings," "Broken Army," and "Greedy Wolf" techniques.

If Song Shi hadn't been so decisive, if he had built up his strength faster, if the fight had lasted longer, if there had been more hidden agendas, if the [monitoring network] hadn't been interfered with, if Song Shi had been weaker...
But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Sometimes, the difference between life and death is as thin as a hair's breadth, a distance as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

After being forcibly interrupted, the subsequent close combat—Feng Lian was indeed remarkable, his swordsmanship derived from "rites" and "ceremonies" was magnificent and upright, and his demeanor was extraordinary, but how could he possibly defeat a commoner like Song Shi?
The dust has settled.

"The head of the Department of Myriad Phenomena, on a whim, held a 'Great Evolution Divination.' He predicted that the Eastern Continent Republic would face a great calamity, and all the major families would suffer and be unable to escape."

After a long while, Song Shi heard Feng Lian speak.

"Now it seems that she wasn't wrong, but she was only half right. No, it's not her fault." Feng Lian whispered, "It was my oversight that prevented me from seeing a hundred steps ahead."

"Of course it's your problem. If you don't have a problem, who does?"

Song Shi pressed down on the blade, looking at the president who was at his wit's end. If he hadn't been reborn, he would still be a second-class citizen, which would be like a commoner beheading an emperor.

"But do you have such a good mentality that you're unwilling to even criticize those powerful families below you? A dying man's words are good." Song Shi raised his chin: "But this isn't the kind of goodness you're talking about."

"Back when I was a freelance bounty hunter, if I encountered someone who dared to stab me in the back, I would chase them down to the ends of the earth and chop them up."

"Oh, maybe they don't see this as stabbing you in the back; they see it as helping you out," Song Shi commented. "Then they're just being stupid and wicked."

“Heaven gives birth to all things, earth bears all things, and the sage’s virtues and teachings are extended to the people and punished throughout the world; this is the merit of education.” Feng Lian was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: “If they break the law, there is nothing to say, and they should be punished. But the reason they did such a foolish thing is precisely because of the failure of education.”

He said solemnly.

"This is my mistake."

Song Shi sheathed his blade, casually stuck it into the ground, then sincerely clapped his hands and exclaimed, "They are truly blessed to have someone like you as their boss."

Feng Lian watched as Chong Shi was removed. He didn't make any further moves, but simply took off his imperial robe, revealing his scarred and powerful upper body.

“Theoretically, I’m planning to wipe out everyone from the first to the fifth class, leaving no one alive,” Song Shi grinned. “However, the others will most likely try to stop me, and maybe even hold a judicial trial. So, if you’re lucky, a few of your uncles, nephews, sons, and grandsons might survive.”

Feng Lian abandoned his formal attire but tidied his appearance. Upon hearing this, he calmly said, "It is fate. You can't blame anyone else."

“Fate?” Song Shi repeated, his expression strange. “If it were a revelation or a truth, that would be one thing, but you, as a consensus, actually believe in this?”

“Fate is predetermined, just as the moon has its new and full phases, and numbers have their waxing and waning, just as the tides have their morning and evening cycles. Cold and heat alternate to form a year, and day and night alternate as a matter of course.”

Feng Lian didn't look at the person in front of him. He stared at the Human Dao Sword in his hand. On the sword, which was once engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, grass and trees, many winding, irreparable cracks appeared.

"So-called destiny is not a predetermined cause and effect, but a result born from the 'collection' of individual behaviors and the 'consensus' led by countless thoughts."

“This is fate. There is another kind of fate as well.” Feng Lian raised his eyes and glanced at the other person: “A predetermined death.”

“A predetermined death, seemingly true yet false.” Song Shi became more serious: “At least for now, it’s something that can’t be disproven or proven.”

“The only exception should be the origin of the ‘predestined death’ rumor.” Song Shi pondered for a moment. “This didn’t just happen in the last few decades or centuries; it existed in various places before. Ha, perhaps our Eastern Continent’s ‘destiny’ is just another way of saying ‘predestined death.’” “Ha,” Feng Lian said calmly, “Why bother with such empty official jargon? We may not have evidence, but you and I both know it exists.”

Song Shi smiled and acknowledged the other person's statement: "Yes, it's an intuition. I also have a feeling that I've survived my destined death, a feeling that comes out of nowhere."

"Ah, maybe when I reach the [God Throne], I'll be able to produce real, solid evidence to prove its existence." Song Shi shrugged: "Actually, there's not much need. Memories can be easily altered, but intuition can't."

"God's Throne".

Upon hearing this word, Feng Lian was unusually lost in thought, for only a moment.

The vast land of the Eastern Continent has always been a fertile ground for psionicists, as well as a battlefield rife with carnage. Even the sixth ring, the [God's Throne], which symbolizes the pinnacle of psionic power and stands at the end of the path, has remained virtually unbroken.

In the last two hundred years, three people have appeared in succession.

"Dao Yi", Fu Lan Tu.

“Three thousand lights shine through,” Ming Xianyuan.

There's also the newly promoted Grand Marshal of the Northern Thunder Defense Line.

Those who attain the third stage of "True Spirit" are considered to be promising candidates for the next generation of divine thrones.
"The Corrector" Ruan Fa is still making every effort to break through the barrier, while "Jun Tian Shen Que" Feng Lian has severed his path, leaving only a last sliver of faint light.

Feng Lian's gaze passed over Song Shi, who was standing right in front of him, and turned towards the dark depths of space, as if he wanted to take one last look.
He once overshadowed the elites of the Eastern Continent, making them unable to raise their heads, and was virtually unrivaled in Terra, undeniably earning the title of "Number One in the World".

Feng Lian's pupils suddenly widened.

In the darkness tens of millions of kilometers away, a ray of light suddenly shone, an unimaginably dazzling divine light that blasted towards another ball of light!
An immense power erupted, and the powerful aftershocks spread far and wide until, after a long while, a dazzling divine light slowly flowed across Terra.

"The Eastern Continent Republic will definitely cease to exist."

Song Shidao.

"But its future will definitely be stronger than its present."

Song Shi pulled the heavy weapon out of the ground, turned around, and didn't look back.

After a brief silence, the sound of a sword being raised came from behind, followed by an almost inaudible sound of it piercing flesh, incredibly smooth.

Finally, a dull thud as something hits the ground evokes the image of a giant tree being felled.

The vast and boundless sea of ​​flames had broken free from chaos. All impurities were purified in the burning process, returning to a unified voice. Sensing the presence of the ruler, they rushed back all at once.

People on the ground looked up and saw a crimson-gold Milky Way, overflowing with sparks, like fireworks at the climax of a celebration, rushing towards a single point and slowly traversing the deep sky.

Song Shi jumped towards Terra, and the Heavenly Emperor's carriage behind him emitted sparks of fire. Then, in an instant, it expanded and buried everything on it in the outer heavens without leaving a trace.

(End of this chapter)