I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

When Luo Fei returned to the yacht, the sun was already setting, and the golden hue on the sea was even more intense than at noon.

He landed silently on the deck at the stern.

Captain Sun was smoking outside the bridge when he saw him fall. He almost dropped his cigarette, but he quickly regained his composure, took a deep drag, stubbed it out on the railing, and then walked over.

"Mr. Luo, how is the situation?"

His voice was very low.

Luo Fei straightened his clothes and said calmly, "It's all taken care of. Tell Lao Wu to stay vigilant and make sure the fishing boat is safely returned. He doesn't need to worry about anything else."

Captain Sun opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but looking at Luo Fei's calm face, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He nodded, turned and walked into the driver's seat, picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by Lao Wu's brief reply: "Understood."

Luo Fei stood at the stern, gazing at the distant sea.

The two fishing boats had long since disappeared, and the coast guard vessel had also vanished, leaving only an endless expanse of blue sea and a few clouds on the horizon dyed orange-red by the setting sun.

He turned around, went into the cabin, and found Captain Sun.

"Captain Sun, are there any good diving spots around here? Places with clear water, I'd like to take my parents down to check them out."

Captain Sun paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes. There are many good diving areas near Lushi, including a reef called 'Blue Tears,' where the water is crystal clear with visibility reaching over ten meters, and the fish are plentiful. It's not far from here, about an hour's drive."

Luo Fei said, "Okay, you make the arrangements. Call me when we arrive."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Captain Sun watched Luo Fei enter the bedroom and then closed the door.

He turned to A-Jie in the bridge and said, "Head towards Blue Tears Reef, keep a slow speed, and stop and drop anchor when you get there."

A-Jie nodded, turned the steering wheel, and the yacht's course was slightly adjusted, heading southwest.

Luo Fei entered the bedroom, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He walked to the bedside and sat down. The mattress was very soft, and he sank into it.

He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was white, with several recessed lights inlaid in it. The lampshades were frosted glass, and the light was soft and not glaring. He lay there like that, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, letting his body completely relax, like a piece of wax softened by the sun.

In the next room, Li Xiulan and Luo Weidong were sitting on the bed.

Li Xiulan was still clutching the handful of seashells in her hand, arranging them one by one on the bed. She adjusted them several times, but the positions still didn't feel ideal.

Luo Weidong sat next to him, holding a remote control. He pressed a few buttons on the TV, and the screen lit up, displaying the news channel.

The video shows a press conference. A group of people in suits are standing on the stage with serious expressions, while reporters below are holding recorders and flashing their cameras.

Li Xiulan glanced at it, but showed no interest, and continued to fiddle with her seashells.

Luo Weidong pressed the remote control again, changing the channel to a variety show where several people were laughing and joking on stage. He then changed the channel again to a period drama, featuring a young general with exquisite makeup, riding a horse across the grassland in a long robe.

He put down the remote, leaned back on the sofa and watched for a while, but then got bored and picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

"Where's Xiaofei?"

Li Xiulan suddenly asked a question, still holding a seashell in her hand, which was suspended in mid-air.

Luo Weidong replied, "I've gone back to my room to rest. Captain Sun just texted me saying he'll find a place to go diving later and let us play a little longer, there's no rush to go back."

Li Xiulan nodded and continued to fiddle with the seashells. After some adjustments, she was finally satisfied.

"Alright, it's a rare opportunity to get out here, let's play a little longer."

On the sea, the yacht sailed slowly, its white contrail gradually lengthening and fading until it disappeared on the horizon.

At this moment, a video is spreading at an astonishing speed on the Chinese internet.

The video was uploaded by a photography blogger with hundreds of thousands of followers on social media. He mainly posts landscape and wildlife photography, and occasionally portraits. He is highly skilled and well-known in the field.

The video he uploaded was titled: "I filmed it. It wasn't a drill, it wasn't an accident. It really happened."

The video is 47 seconds long.

The image was shot from below, so the angle wasn't ideal and it was a bit crooked, but the image quality was excellent.

The equipment he used was something he had saved up for three years to buy, with the aim of capturing the clearest and most realistic footage.

In the scene, the sky is azure with fluffy white clouds, and suddenly a figure appears in the frame.

That wasn't an airplane, a missile, or a drone; it was a person.

A person is suspended in mid-air. Although the distance is far, the outline of the person can be clearly seen under professional high-definition lens.

The man remained suspended there, motionless, then he raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed towards the ground.

A beam of light appeared at my fingertips and descended from the sky.

The beam of light shot towards the ground and struck a target—the specific target wasn't visible in the video, but the instant the beam disappeared, an orange-red fireball rose from the ground. The fireball rapidly expanded, engulfing everything around it, followed by billowing black smoke that obscured half the sky.

The person lowered their hand, turned around, and flew off in another direction.

It was incredibly fast, as fast as a beam of light, disappearing from the screen in an instant without leaving a trace, except for the wisp of black smoke that was slowly spreading across the horizon.

The video's comment section quickly filled up after it was uploaded: "Is this a composite? The special effects are pretty good."

"The AI ​​technology these days is amazing; it can create such realistic videos."

"What is the original poster trying to express in this video? Is it to create panic?"

"Wait, is the location of that person in this video... the same place where the missile site exploded this afternoon?"

"This must have been done with AI. Look at the outline of that person, it's too clear, it doesn't look like a real photo."

"I analyzed it with professional software and found no trace of compositing or modification. The light reflection, the angle of the shadows, and the distribution of pixels are all real. This video is genuine."

"Impossible. How could a person fly? And fire lasers? Do you think this is a science fiction movie?"

"I also think it's AI-generated, but... all the videos this blogger posted before were real shots, never composited ones. Why would a photography blogger suddenly do something like this?"

"Did you notice that when that person's fingers were glowing, there was a layer of distorted air along the path of the beam—that's caused by the high temperature. AI has a hard time simulating this kind of detail."

"So you mean there really is someone who can fly, fire lasers, and blow up our missile sites?"

"I don't know. I'm just saying that the video doesn't look fake."

The comments section was in an uproar.

Those who believe it insist it's the truth, those who don't think it's AI-generated, and others just watch the spectacle, remaining noncommittal and occasionally chiming in with their opinions.

"Whether it's true or not, this video is pretty good."

"These special effects are even better than those in Hollywood blockbusters."

The video quickly spread to China, sparking heated discussions among netizens.

"Holy crap, is cultivating immortality real? Is someone secretly undergoing tribulation?"

"Why didn't you tell me before you were undergoing your tribulation? I could have gone to observe and learn from you."

"Which senior brother is undergoing his heavenly tribulation? Does he need protection?"

"The secrets of our cultivation world can no longer be kept hidden."

"The government says there are no cultivators, but I don't believe it. This video is proof."

In the comments section, there were far more joking messages than serious discussions, and the number of likes was also higher. The overall atmosphere was very cheerful, almost like a festival, and no one took it seriously.

But the top management of Japan couldn't laugh.

In a conference room in the Ministry of Defense building, several people sat around a long table with a laptop on it, the video playing on the screen.

The scene pauses on a keyframe—the person is suspended in mid-air, right hand raised, index finger extended, beam of light just lit up at the fingertip, not yet having a chance to shoot to the ground.

The image was magnified, and the pixels gradually turned into blurry squares, but the person's outline remained clear.

"That's impossible."

A man in military uniform spoke, his voice hoarse.

"How could a person fly? How could they emit lasers? This is fake, it must be fabricated."

The person sitting opposite him shook his head and said calmly, "We've already had the technical department analyze it. There are no signs of compositing or modification in this video; it was filmed authentically."

"Moreover, it's not just this one video—we also found witnesses near several other positions who filmed similar scenes with their phones. Although the clarity wasn't as good as this one, the content was the same. It was always the same person firing a laser from the sky, followed by an explosion."

There was a few seconds of silence in the room.

Someone stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Outside the window is the city's night view, brightly lit with towering buildings, and a distant tower with orange lights that stand out against the night sky.

With his back to everyone, his voice was low and deep, as if he were talking to himself: "Who...is this person?"

No one could answer him.

Another person turned the laptop around, typed a few keys, and a screenshot appeared on the screen.

This is a screenshot from that video. After technical processing, the clarity has been improved, and you can vaguely see the outline of the person's face—young, male, Asian face, with delicate features and a calm expression.

"Extract his facial image and send it to the intelligence department for comparison. Use all channels and all databases—from China, the US, and our own country. This person must have an identity, a name, and a background."

The person standing by the window turned around, their face displaying a complex expression, a mixture of fear and anger.

"Find him."

He said in an icy tone, "Then—find a way to deal with him."

No one responded.

Silence fell in the room again, broken only by the hum of the laptop fan and the faint sound of sirens in the distance outside the window, one after another, like someone crying.