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The continent of Aran.

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Li Xing had been standing on the top floor of the tower for three hours.

Behind them, the holy city unfolded beneath their feet.

Forty districts stretch out in a continuous expanse, with streets crisscrossing like a chessboard and houses densely packed together, extending to the horizon.

Smoke rose from the chimneys, condensing into a thin band of mist in the air.

On the street, the noise of the morning market gradually rose, mixed with the laughter of children chasing each other.

Thirty years ago, this place was just Blue Cave Mountain.

Thirty miles outside the city lies the Corruption Zone, where the roars of Corruption Beasts can be heard after nightfall.

Now, those voices have disappeared.

The cleanup zone has expanded tens of thousands of miles outwards, and the tents of the new immigrants have been pitched as white spots on the plains.

Every day, convoys arrive from the newly recaptured areas, laden with ore, timber, and survivors of the disaster.

Li Xing withdrew her gaze and looked down at her hands.

With palms facing upwards, the sunlight shines on the skin, giving it a very faint silver hue.

This is not light reflection; it's something flowing under the skin, fine and even.

Since breaking through to his true form six months ago, he has touched the limits of this world.

He knew that his true form was in another world, having just completed a difficult purification.

"It's time to settle things on the continent of Aran."

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Li Yao pushed open the door and entered, his leather boots clicking on the stone slabs with a heavier sound than usual.

This is the gait he adopts when he's in a bad mood; Li Yao himself probably didn't even realize it.

"Big brother."

Li Yao walked to his side and placed a letter on the railing.

The parchment, sealed with sealing wax, bears the sun emblem of the City of the Rising Sun.

"It's been a month." Li Yao's voice was very low.

"What I received this morning was the same message again... 'Forwarded to the Supreme One'."

Li Xing didn't look at the letter; his gaze was fixed on the northern horizon.

There, gray clouds surged endlessly, like a giant beast lying on the earth, greedily absorbing the world's nourishment.

"It has been exactly thirty-four days since the envoy returned."

Li Yao continued, clenching and unclenching his fist.

"Even if the Supreme Ruler of the Rising Sun is in seclusion, there should still be an explanation. Their attitude..."

"Then we won't wait."

Li Xing responded softly, without the slightest dissatisfaction on her face.

Li Yao was taken aback and turned to look at him.

The morning light shone on Li Xing's profile, giving it a faint glow.

His eyes remained fixed on the north, his pupils reflecting the churning gray clouds.

There was no anger, no disappointment, only a kind of... calm that Li Yao couldn't understand.

"Big brother, Rising Sun City is the first city in the post-apocalyptic human world, and the only giant city previously guarded by a True Form Supreme. If they don't support us..."

"Xiao Yao."

Li Xing interrupted him and finally turned her head.

He looked into Li Yao's eyes, and at that face that resembled his own by seven-tenths.

More than thirty years have passed, and Li Yao has grown from a fifteen-year-old boy into the de facto ruler of the Starshine Holy Land.

But at times, he still reveals the same expression he had back then.

"Go, summon them to the council chamber." Li Xing waved his sleeve.

Fifteen minutes later, the council chamber was filled with people sitting on both sides of the long table.

All thirteen Star Guard leaders are present.

Of the earliest Star Guard leaders, only six remain: Chi Xiao (A Ku), Qing Lan (Shi Tou), Mo Chen (A Shu), and two others.

Xiao Zhou and six others died one after another during the campaign against the corrupt zone.

The others were all replacements from the second and third batches, and Li Xing was not very familiar with them.

The youngest guard captain was only in his early thirties, at the peak of the Condensation Realm, and his face still carried the unique sharpness of a young man.

The oldest, A-Ku, participated in the bloody battle three years ago. His left hand was severed at the wrist and fitted with a steel hook.

It's a pity he didn't achieve the breakthrough and manifest his divine power; otherwise, he could have reshaped his limbs during the breakthrough.

Besides Li Yao, the other elders in Xinghui City, such as Shi Tou and Ashu, were all in the early stages of manifesting sainthood.

There were also three guest elders, making a total of nine powerful cultivators, who stood quietly below, waiting.

When Li Xing walked in, everyone stood up.

He walked to the head seat, but did not sit; he simply stood there.

"Regarding the Alliance's Sunrise City incident, the outcome... you all know."

Silence fell. No one responded.

The youngest guard opened his mouth as if to say something, but was stopped by a look from the person next to him.

Li Xing's gaze swept over every face, then settled on the young guard captain.

"Say what you want to say."

The hall remained silent for three breaths.

The young guard captain couldn't resist and stepped out of the ranks.

"Your Majesty! I...I have something to say!"

His face flushed red, and he realized he had lost his composure after the words left his mouth, but it was too late to take them back.

He decided to go all out, kneeling down on one knee and pounding his chest with his right fist.

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death! You said you wanted to fight the corrupt king, and I was the first to rush to the front! But..."

"They're not making any moves in Sunrise City. Should we...should we wait a bit longer? What if they have some kind of plan...?"

He couldn't continue.

Because Li Xing was looking at him, his gaze unchanged.

She wasn't angry or disappointed; she just looked at him calmly, as if she were looking at a child who didn't understand.

That kind of quiet oppression is more unbearable than any reprimand.

The young guard captain lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"Your Majesty, I...I didn't mean that..."

"Raise your head," Li Xing commanded softly.

The young sergeant looked up abruptly, as if struck by lightning.

"Actually... whether the alliance forms or not is... irrelevant to me."

After speaking, Li Xing raised his hand.

Three star trails slowly unfolded in the center of the council chamber.

This is not yet a combat state, but merely the natural outflow of true form power.

But even the mere spillover was enough to make it difficult for everyone to breathe.

As the gravitational orbit rotated, the air began to distort, and the documents on the long table tilted automatically in a certain direction without any wind.

Everyone felt their bodies being gently pulled, involuntarily leaning forward half an inch.

The purified star trails scatter silvery light.

The moment those rays touched their bodies, everyone in the hall felt a warm current flow into their limbs and bones.

Years of hidden injuries and ailments, as well as subtle wear and tear that even I wasn't aware of, are being silently dissolved.

Everyone was deeply shocked and their eyes were filled with excitement.

The most breathtaking thing is the star trails over time.

It rotates the slowest, so slowly that the movement of each point of light is clearly visible.

But what it disturbed made everyone's heartbeat slow down.

The candlelight flickered and split into countless afterimages near the star trails.

The bird flying past the window froze in mid-air for a moment before continuing to flap its wings.

Even their own breathing sounds seemed subtly out of place, as if they were coming from a very far place.

The entire hall was completely silent.

Li Xing calmly stopped, the three star trails dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

Li Xing looked at the young guard captain and sighed.

The guard captain's heart skipped a beat, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

What could possibly cause even a powerful supreme being to sigh?

Li Xing looked through the window at the churning gray clouds to the north.

"I hear... the world is crying out!"

No one spoke anymore.

The young guard knelt there, his eyes suddenly reddening.

He was ashamed, a strange emotion stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

"Get ready." Li Xing turned and walked towards the door.

Behind them, the thirteen Star Guards simultaneously stood up, pounding their chests with their right fists in unison.

The dull thud echoed through the council chamber.

late at night.

Li Xing stood alone atop the Star Tower.

Gray moonlight streamed in through the window, casting long shadows on the ground.

In the distance, the lights of the holy city twinkled like stars in the sky turned upside down on the ground.

He held a sword in his hand and fell in love with reading, starting with Cola Novels. This was Li Yao's sword.

The sword is dark silver in color, and its blade emits a chilling light, clearly the work of a master blacksmith.

Li Xing held the sword in his left hand and pressed his right index finger on the center of the blade.

With a slight thought, the three star orbits slowly rotated.

He separated a wisp of his consciousness, probed into the core of the purified star orbit, and gently tugged at it.

A silver light ripped from the star trails.

This is not ordinary energy, but a projection of the rules of his bloodline.

The moment the light left his consciousness, Li Xing's face paled slightly.

But he didn't stop, guiding the silver light down his arm, finally flowing from his fingertips and disappearing into the sword.

The sword vibrated violently, emitting a low hum.

The silver light darted deep within the blade, finally stopping near the hilt.

Then it slowly spread, forming a silver spot the size of a fingernail, and disappeared.

Li Xing looked down at the sword, his face showing no sign of anything unusual.

However, when one probes with mental energy, the existence of that spot of light can be clearly perceived.

He put down his sword and took out a token.

The core token of the Holy City Array is palm-sized, made of dark gold metal, and its surface is engraved with intricate runes.

Normally, it is kept by Li Xing himself, and only he can mobilize the full power of the formation.

He held the token, his eyes slightly closed.

A wisp of soul imprint was peeled away from the sea of ​​consciousness and disappeared into the depths of the token.

From now on, this token will recognize two owners.

After doing all this, Li Xing put away the token, picked up his sword, and walked to the window.

"Li Yao," he said softly, as if talking to himself.

"From now on, Starshine City will be entrusted to your protection."

No one answered, only the moonlight and the faint barking of dogs in the distance.

Li Xing raised his head and looked north. He could sense a terrifying presence deep within.

"We'll meet soon, and I hope...you won't let me down."

The following morning, in the central square of the holy city.

Before dawn, crowds had already begun to gather.

At first it was just a few streams, but later it became a trickle.

Later, crowds from all directions converged into a black tide, surging towards the square.

The streets were packed with people, the rooftops were filled with people, and even the crenellations of the city walls were craning people's necks.

Without any organization or notification, the news spread throughout the holy city like wildfire.

"The Supreme One is about to launch a northern expedition."

When the sun rises, there are no fewer than a million people in the square, on the streets, on the rooftops...

A sea of ​​black heads stretched to the horizon.

The elderly leaned on their canes, the young people held their children, and the women huddled together, tiptoeing and peering in the same direction.

No one spoke, only suppressed breathing and the occasional cry of a baby.

In the center of the square, a high platform has been erected.

It was just a simple stone platform, three feet high, without any decoration.

When Li Xing ascended the platform, a million people fell silent simultaneously.

This abrupt silence was extremely oppressive.

Even the baby's crying stopped, as if something invisible was choking it.

Li Xing stood on the high platform, with no star trails behind him and no light around him.

He wore an ordinary dark gray robe, his hair simply tied back, like an ordinary traveler.

But millions of people looked at him with nothing but reverence.

Li Xing's gaze swept across the crowd.

He saw an elderly man in the front row, missing a leg, leaning on a cane, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.

The old man wore a shining badge on his chest, a symbol of a commoner hero.

He saw a young woman in the center of the crowd, holding a swaddled baby who was fast asleep.

Her husband must be on the front lines, or he may already be gone.

He saw a group of children on the roof, the oldest being no more than ten years old, and the youngest being carried on his older brother's back.

They huddled together, eyes wide, excited yet nervous.

He also saw Li Yao at the very front of the crowd.

Li Yao stood there alone, without armor or a sword.

He simply stood there, looking at Li Xing on the high platform.

Li Xing withdrew her gaze and spoke softly.

"More than three hundred years ago, that extraterrestrial tentacle tore our world apart."

In the square, some people began to tremble.

"It crushed the world's will, viewed us as ants, and invaded our home..."

In the crowd, some people lowered their heads.

"For over three hundred years, we have lost too many people and shed too much blood..."

"Our children have never seen the real sun since they were born."

Our elderly people, even on their deathbeds, longed to see one last clear sky.

Of the ten seeds we plant, only one will survive.

As we lay down to sleep, we didn't know if we would see the sun rise tomorrow.

……

In the square, someone began to sob.

"For more than three hundred years, we have resisted and never given up."

The millions below remained completely silent.

Li Xing raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist.

Behind him, three rings of starlight suddenly unfolded!

The gravitational star trails expanded to thousands of feet, space began to warp, and sunlight curved into arcs at the edges of the star trails.

As the purified star trails showered down their silvery light, the sorrow, fear, and despair that had accumulated over three hundred years silently melted away the moment the starlight touched them.

As time and the celestial orbits were disturbed, everyone's heartbeats quickened simultaneously.

Like being touched by something, my blood rushed to my head!

Li Xing's voice exploded in everyone's hearts.

"Today..." He clenched his fist and suddenly swung it northward!

"Today... we're going to take back everything that's rightfully ours!"

"Exterminate them all!"

Below, there was a deathly silence.

Then... a roar exploded!

Millions roared simultaneously, the sound waves shaking the city walls and causing dust to fall from the bricks.

Some people knelt down crying and shouting, while others jumped and screamed while hugging the people next to them...

Someone raised their hands and roared at the sky, releasing the despair and anger that had been suppressed for three hundred years!

"kill!!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

"Supreme!!!"

"Supreme!!!"

"Supreme!!!"

The roar was like thunder, wave after wave, soaring into the sky and shaking the gray clouds in the heavens!

Li Yao stood alone at the front of the crowd.

He didn't shout, jump, or cry.

He simply watched... the figure on the high platform, shrouded in starlight.

Thirty years have passed.

He followed that figure, watching him lead them from a city to the holy land of humanity, from a death struggle to an imminent counterattack.

He watched as the man slayed one corrupt lord after another, purifying patch after patch of scorched earth.

He watched as that person never stopped to celebrate, never looked back at the path he had walked.

He looked at that person, standing in the center of millions of people, his whole body illuminated by starlight.

But he knew...

Li Yao lowered his eyes, and no one saw his expression.

On the high platform, Li Xing retracted his star orbit and turned around.

Millions of people are still shouting, shouting until they are hoarse.

He stepped down from the platform and walked through the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted to make way, and everyone knelt down, their foreheads touching the ground.

Only Li Yao was still standing.

Li Xing walked up to him and stopped.

The two brothers looked at each other silently.

Li Yao opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Li Xing reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder.

Just like thirty years ago when Li Xing found him in the refugee group.

Then, Li Xing passed him, soared into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Behind him, Li Yao stood motionless.

for a long time.

Li Yao finally turned his head and looked north.

He squinted, and something seemed to be swirling in his eyes.

But... it didn't fall.