Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The gray clouds dispersed.

Li Xing hovered in mid-air, looking down at the collapsing mountain below.

Large chunks of rock rolled down, crashing onto the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

The purple liquid, which had flowed for over three hundred years, finally dried up, leaving charred marks on the rocks.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the earthy smell of the soil.

That long-lost, non-rotten earthy smell.

He looked up at the sky, where the gray clouds were rapidly thinning and dissipating.

It's like something is being pulled out from the inside, and it starts to disintegrate in large swathes.

Sunlight poured down from the cracks, casting beams of light.

It fell on the cracked earth, on those stones that had never seen the sun in over three hundred years.

The first ray of sunlight fell on Li Xing, and he opened his palm, feeling the familiar warmth.

He squinted, feeling the warmth.

After 367 years, this land finally saw the sun again.

The bones buried in the cracks, the people who died in decay, their remains can finally be exposed to the sunlight.

He took a deep breath; the air was so clean it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

There was no rotten sweetness, and no pungent sulfur smell.

Only the wind, and the refreshing scent it brought.

Suddenly... the clouds in the sky stopped moving.

The wind stopped.

The falling dust particles hung motionless in mid-air.

The boulders that had rolled down in the distance stopped halfway up the mountain, as if the moment had been paused.

Even the sunlight was frozen, and the dust particles in those beams of light were frozen in place.

Like countless tiny diamonds embedded in the air.

Li Xing's pupils contracted, and the limit of her starlight perception was activated.

Something is falling from the very, very high sky.

Formless and without substance.

"What...what is this?!"

It's so big, it's indescribable.

It felt as if the weight of the entire world was slowly falling on his shoulders.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the panel trembled like never before.

"The panel... seems quite excited?"

The virtual panel appeared silently, with characters jumping around like a screen being refreshed.

It was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, and in the end it all disappeared, leaving only one line of text.

[The arrival of the world's will has been detected...]

The words disappeared as soon as they appeared.

The panel didn't give any further prompts, seemingly waiting for something.

Li Xing looked up at the sky, his heart filled with shock once again.

The sky... has cracked open.

A gaze descended from the deepest reaches of the heavens, from a height that even the gray clouds could not obscure, from the very origin of this world.

Then he saw it.

It's not what the eyes see, it's what the soul sees.

He has no shape, no color, and no boundaries.

His gaze was neither benevolent nor malicious.

There is only one more original and essential piece of information.

Li Xing instantly understood.

"This is the...recognition of the world's will."

Like a tree acknowledging that its fallen leaves belong to it, like a river acknowledging that the water droplets that flow in will eventually return.

Like this heaven and earth, acknowledging that those who stand here are His children.

Li Xing stood there, stunned, unsure how to describe the feeling.

Like a blind person, living in darkness since they have memories.

He had grown accustomed to the darkness and believed that the world was inherently dark. Then one day, someone removed the blindfold from his eyes.

He saw the colors: red like fire, blue like the sky, and green like leaves swaying in the wind.

Those colors flooded into my eyes, into my mind, and into the deepest part of my soul.

He didn't know what those colors were called, but he knew... that's what the world is like.

"So this is what the world is like."

Li Xing's eyes suddenly stung, and he didn't know why.

He stood there, bathed in that light, like a child who had been lost for a long time and had finally been found.

Like a person who has walked alone in the wilderness for three hundred years, finally hearing someone call his name.

The light shone on him, and it was incredibly warm.

He seeps into the skin, into the flesh, into the bones, and into the sea of ​​the spirit.

Each point of light that He touches trembles slightly, like a seed being watered, like parched land finally receiving rain.

Upon entering the mental sea, an extremely thin thread of light suddenly appeared.

This was a wisp of light that He separated from that ray of light; it was only as thin as a hair and as long as a little finger.

Li Xing closed her eyes.

He felt something flowing into his soul.

The moment the fine thread appeared, the entire mental sea trembled.

Every point of light and every star trail in this spiritual sea is moving closer to it.

The ray of light began to move, like a golden fish, slowly swimming in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It swam through the gravitational orbit, and every point of light in the gravitational orbit lit up simultaneously, ten times brighter than before.

The starlight seemed to come alive; it began to move along new, more complex, and more exquisite trajectories.

It swam past the Purifying Star Trail, and the silver light of the Purifying Star Trail was tinged with a layer of pale gold.

It swam across the orbit of time, and with each jump of the orbit of time, it created golden ripples.

The ripples spread out, touching every point of light and making them twinkle simultaneously, like the entire starry sky breathing.

Wherever the pale gold passed, even the most subtle impurities deep within Li Xing's spiritual sea, which he himself was unaware of, silently dissolved.

Wherever the pale gold passed, even the most subtle impurities deep within Li Xing's spiritual sea, which he himself was unaware of, silently dissolved.

"This is... the rule of the world!"

It wasn't that he painstakingly sought out rules that needed to be understood, but rather that they were directly imprinted into the depths of his soul.

The essence of time is the breath of the world.

One breath in and one breath out is a moment; three hundred breaths is an hour; three million breaths is a year.

And this world has been breathing for billions of years.

Every breath leaves a trace, and those traces are the rules.

The extension of space is the skeleton of the world.

Skeleton supports the body, space supports all things; skeletons can break, space can crack.

This world is healing its wounds.

The corrupt king is dead, the anchor of the abyss has been removed, and the skeleton of the world is growing back.

The cycle of elements is the lifeblood of the world.

Water, fire, earth, and wind flow in the veins of the world. They have been polluted for over three hundred years, but now they are finally clean.

Countless whispers of rules simultaneously flooded into Li Xing's consciousness.

Those things he once struggled to understand and desperately sought are now as clear as turning the pages of a book.

He saw how time flowed, not as an abstract concept, but as a concrete scene.

A drop of water falls from a height, freezes in mid-air, then accelerates, then slows down, then flows backward, and then returns to normal.

He saw how space curved, with a giant rock suspended in mid-air, and the surrounding light flowing around it like a river winding around a reef.

He witnessed how life is born and how it passes away.

A blade of grass sprouts from the soil, grows tall, blossoms, bears seeds, withers, and then another blade of grass grows from its seeds.

He saw how the elements circulate endlessly.

Water becomes clouds, clouds become rain, rain falls into the soil and is absorbed by grass, grass is eaten by animals, animals die, and the water in their bodies returns to the soil.

Those images flowed through his consciousness, as fast as lightning, yet as slow as stillness.

He couldn't grasp everything, but he knew that it had remained deep within his soul, waiting to be digested, understood, and mastered.

The cycle of life is the memory of the world.

Every life that dies is remembered by the world.

Those who died in corruption.

Over the past 367 years, countless people have died.

The elderly, children, men, women... in their final moments, they were all looking north.

Look at that gray cloud, look at that place that devours everything.

When they died, their eyes were not closed; now, those eyes are slowly closing.

Li Xing saw it; he saw those faces.

The original Maple Leaf City, the woman and child hiding in the basement... are slowly beckoning to him.

During the first beast tide in Starshine City, the young man who was at the forefront looked back at him before being torn apart by the corrupted beasts.

There were also many faces he didn't recognize.

Thousands upon thousands, densely packed, like the stars in the sky.

Their eyes are slowly closing.

Li Xing felt as if something was blocking his chest.

The light shone on him, warm and comforting.

Then, he heard a voice.

No, it's not the sound, it's something directly imprinted on the soul.

"My child... thank you."

Li Xing suddenly opened his eyes.

There was nothing in the sky; the light had faded.

Only a thin wisp of light remained in the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly drifting.

He looked down at his hands, where water droplets were on the back of his hands.

He raised his hand and touched his face.

icy .

Before he knew it, his face was covered in tears.

The tears were scalding hot, sliding down my cheeks, dripping onto the back of my hands, and onto my clothes.

It dripped onto this land that had been polluted for over three hundred years and was finally clean.

Li Xing stood there, stunned.

"How long has it been... since I last cried?"

Thirty years? Or longer?

He doesn't remember.

All he remembers is that the tightness in his chest at that moment hurt more than any wound.

But something else was stirring within that pain.

It was piping hot and fresh, like spring water that had just thawed.

He looked up again, towards the direction where the light had disappeared.

There was nothing left there.

Only the dissipating gray clouds, the sunlight beginning to flow again, and the still-collapsed mountains in the distance.

But he knew that He had always been there.

The world will always be watching them.

Li Xing took a deep breath and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

He still has a lot to do.

Its body shot into the sky, then turned and flew in another direction.

He didn't return to Starshine Holy City immediately; instead, he wanted to visit Rising Sun City.

A month ago, Sunrise City sent an envoy to offer congratulations, but there has been no further response.

Li Xingfei flew for two hours.

As the sun begins to set in the west, a huge outline appears on the horizon.

The city walls were very high and thick, constructed entirely of black boulders and covered with defensive runes.

The runes were still in motion, shimmering with a faint golden light, enveloping the entire city in a semi-transparent light shield.

This is Rising Sun City, the number one city of the human race.

Li Xing slowed down and approached slowly.

He stopped when he was still thirty miles from the city wall.

"No, there are signs of a battle outside the city."

Those places that should have been farmland are now a mess.

The land was trampled to pieces, crops lay flat on the ground, and black smoke was rising from some places.

Several farmhouses collapsed, and there were still traces of fire on the broken walls.

On the ridges of the fields, there were some corpses lying haphazardly, some human and some decaying beasts.

People were clearing away the corpses, carrying away the human bodies one by one, and piling up the corpses of the decaying beasts to burn.

Li Xing's mental energy swept over.

The men cleaning up the corpses were wearing city guard armor, which was stained with blood.

Their movements were slow, they were exhausted, and their faces were expressionless. They mechanically repeated the actions of lifting, carrying, and burning.

Beneath the city wall, even more people were busy at work.

The wounded were carried into the city on stretchers; some could still groan, while others had already lost consciousness.

A group of medical professionals dressed in white coats set up a makeshift tent inside the city gate.

They were busy bandaging, stopping the bleeding, and administering medicine... Painful screams echoed from inside the tent, only to gradually fade into silence.

Li Xing looked up at the inside of the city wall.

The streets of the city were filled with people sitting or lying down.

An elderly woman is holding a child who is crying for food, while a woman is feeding water to a wounded soldier.

The man was distributing food, a small piece of black bread to each person. Those who received it ate it silently and then continued to sit there in a daze.

Soldiers patrolled the streets, their steps heavy, their armor riddled with cracks.

Some people had bandages wrapped around their heads, some used guns as crutches and limped along, but no one stopped.

The battle here just ended.

"But doesn't Sunrise City... have a True Form Supreme?"

How could it be so tragic?