Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

In front of Huyanbo's crystal coffin.

Zhou Mu and Luo Feng knelt down one after the other and solemnly kowtowed eight times.

"Luo Feng, from this day forward, you are the master's fifth personal disciple, and also his last personal disciple, and the only surviving personal disciple!"

"Zhou Mu, you are the only disciple of Meteorite Star. I hope you won't be the last."

Babata said with a complicated expression, "I will teach you in place of my master."

"Zhou Mu, as a disciple of Meteorite Star, you cannot enjoy all the privileges of a direct disciple, but you will still have all the necessary secret techniques and resources."

Babata looked at Zhou Mu, a sly glint in his eyes: "But there's one thing I need to tell you beforehand."

Zhou Mu raised an eyebrow: "What?"

""Soul Seal""

Babata tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and beams of light appeared.

"Ordinary spiritualists cannot use the secret techniques of the Meteorite Star lineage; they must change their spiritual power through the inheritance of a soul imprint."

"But the problem is that the master only made one inheritance soul imprint for his personal disciple back then, which was the one prepared for Luo Feng."

Zhou Mu understood.

"So, I need to cultivate my own soul imprint?"

Babata nodded: "Yes."

"I can give you the Soul Imprint Technique, but whether you can master it depends entirely on yourself. In the past, on Meteorite Star, it took a very, very long time to cultivate a Soul Imprint on your own. Some planetary-level mentalists even spent their entire lives without succeeding."

She looked at Zhou Mu, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Are you sure you want to try?

Zhou Mu smiled.

Why not?

He raised his hand and took the light screen that Babata handed him. It was densely covered with the cultivation methods of the Soul Imprint.

"I'm quite confident in my talent."

Babata paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Then I wish you good luck, Master Disciple." The mechanical wings on her back fluttered gently, scattering starlight.

......

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Kirishima.

The night was dark.

A fighter jet streaked across the night sky, heading towards Kirishima.

Inside the fighter jet, the leader was a short-haired woman with a lithe figure, wearing a crimson combat suit, her hands clad in metallic gauntlets, her face cold and stern, and an innate arrogance between her brows.

Behind her were five warriors at the God of War level, each with a calm and composed aura, clearly seasoned veterans who had been through many battles.

"Lord Far, the fog ahead is too thick; the detection system is completely ineffective," the fighter pilot reported.

Far sneered, "So what if it's invalid? This Fog Island is acting strangely all the time, with such violent energy fluctuations. There must be some treasure that has appeared, and the Limitless Martial Arts Academy is probably keeping it hidden."

"Let's go take a look."

She flashed out of the fighter jet and rushed towards the misty island.

The ten War God-level warriors followed closely behind.

......

Above the Fog Island, Zhou Pojun hovered in mid-air, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

Suddenly, he frowned and abruptly turned his head to look at the sea.

Eleven figures were rapidly approaching from there.

The powerful aura of the short-haired woman at the head of the group instantly put him on edge.

Planetary level!

And it's at least level three!

"Ink Rock!"

Zhou Pojun let out a low shout.

Mo Yan's figure appeared beside him instantly, and he also sensed the eleven auras, his expression becoming solemn.

"The visitors are hostile. Summon all family warriors and prepare for battle!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the eleven figures descended upon Fog Island, confronting them from afar.

Far's gaze swept over Zhou Pojun and Mo Yan, then looked down at the Zhou family warriors who were on high alert, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, someone's already beaten me to it."

Her voice carried a hint of languor, but her condescending attitude was undisguised.

Zhou Pojun stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Zhou Pojun, and my father is Zhou Mu. May I ask who you are, Councilor?"

"Zhou Mu?" Far raised an eyebrow. "That Zhou Mu who became the prospective speaker by relying on the connections of Hong and Thor? Interesting."

She crossed her arms and said calmly, "I am Far, and I belong to the HR Alliance. We've been monitoring the energy fluctuations on Fog Island for a while now."

"Now that you're here, I won't make things difficult for you. Hand over the plant spirits you've collected, and I'll allow you to leave!"

Zhou Pojun's expression changed. "Lord Fa'er, we discovered this Fog Island first, and we painstakingly collected the spirits of the plants and trees."

"You think you can just take everything away with a single sentence? Isn't that a bit too domineering?"

Far laughed, a laugh full of mockery.

"Overbearing? Hahahaha! So what if you're overbearing? Your fists aren't as big as mine!"

She raised her right hand, and a blazing red flame suddenly ignited on her gauntlet. The flame was so intensely hot that it distorted the surrounding air.

"I'll say it again, hand over the stuff and get out!"

Zhou Pojun took a deep breath and advanced instead of retreating.

"I'm sorry, I cannot comply."

A hint of surprise flashed in Far's eyes, then he smiled.

"If you have any backbone, then let me see what this newly promoted planetary-level expert is really made of."

Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished from the spot.

The next second, a burning crimson fist appeared in front of Zhou Pojun!

Zhou Pojun's pupils contracted, and he retreated rapidly while simultaneously slashing out with his sword!

Zhou Pojun's pupils contracted, and he retreated rapidly while simultaneously slashing out with his sword!

boom!!

The blade's edge collided with the flames, exploding into a sky full of sparks.

Zhou Pojun was knocked back dozens of meters, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the knife.

Farr remained unmoved, his mockery deepening.

"That's it? Didn't you eat enough?"

She lunged forward again, her fists raining down like a storm.

Each punch was accompanied by scorching flames, forcing Zhou Pojun to retreat repeatedly.

Zhou Pojun tried his best to defend, but could only barely parry, and his body was already covered with several charred wounds from the flames.

Seeing this, Mo Yan flashed forward and thrust his spear straight at Fal's back.

Without turning his head, Far waved his left hand behind him, and a barrier of flames appeared out of thin air, blocking the spear light from Mo Yan.

The flame barrier was extremely hot, and the tip of Mo Yan's spear instantly turned red, forcing her to withdraw and retreat.

"Two against one? Interesting."

She turned around abruptly and threw out both fists at the same time!

boom!!!!

The blazing red flames transformed into two fire dragons, rushing towards Zhou Pojun and Mo Yan respectively.

The two men raised their weapons to parry, but were thrown backward by the impact, crashing onto the ground at the edge of the island, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhou Pojun struggled to his feet, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, his combat uniform covered in charred cracks.

Mo Yan knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his gun, panting heavily.

Fal hovered in mid-air, looking down at the two of them with a mocking gaze.

"Two newly advanced planetary-level cultivators dare to attack me?"

She flicked the flames off her hand. "It would be more like it's your old man, Zhou Mu, coming."

Far raised his hand, and flames condensed into a huge fireball in his palm.

"I'll ask you one last time—are you going to pay or not?"