Lin Qianxuan’s strength has quite a bit of water content.

True water content!

Only at his home advantage by the seaside can he have such strength.

Without the home advantage, he wouldn’t even be able to stir waves of tens of meters, let alone thousands.

He couldn’t help but feel a little reflective.

For the Dragon Bloodline, the combat strength at home and away is really like two different matters.

However, once he obtains the simulation of the Qiankun Cauldron, he believes he can somewhat solve this problem.

By then, he could fill the small world space with water and carry the home advantage with him.

Whenever he wants, he would be able to stir thousand-meter waves.

The combat capability would undergo a qualitative change.

With the waves calming down, Lin Qianxuan casually punched into the void again.

Scarlet Divine Energy enveloped his fist, and this punch directly produced the sound of an airburst.

Although the Immortal Divine Fist looks less profound and mysterious than other martial arts, this fist technique epitomizes the simplicity of the Great Dao.

The Divine Energy flows through positions that can easily cover all the power-exerting tissues in the body, providing excellent augmentation and protection, even tempering the corresponding parts.

After becoming proficient, it becomes as instinctive as breathing.

Whenever he attacks, the Divine Energy can instantly cover the corresponding position.

Although the burst seems insufficient and the attack method is singular, it is absolutely upright and peaceful, without any drawbacks.

This is the noble righteous path.

Its sole requirement is foundation.

The more the body is tempered, the more condensed the Divine Energy, the higher the fist technique’s power.

After trying twice, Lin Qianxuan also prepared to return.

At this stage, he still can’t use limitless Divine Energy; he doesn’t plan to waste it on practicing these moves, but rather intends to use this Divine Energy to cultivate the Immortal Divine Body Skill.

Although this enhancement might seem insignificant for future enemies, and given the boost from the Sound of Destiny, he could cultivate thousands of times faster, achieving in one or two hours what currently takes dozens of days.

But those are future matters, and he is someone who likes to seize the moment.

Whatever he can enhance now, he’ll enhance first; the future hasn’t come, and who knows what might happen?

In the evening, the Gao Mansion surprisingly hosted a feast.

In the game, Lin Qianxuan didn’t see this part of the plot, as he would usually choose to accelerate and skip the storyline, and the narration did not mention it, presumably considering it unimportant.

In fact, he also felt it wasn’t very important.

This banquet was merely an attempt to boost morale in the name of the newly joined Rebel Army members.

The previous defeat at Purple Bamboo Mountain had left many in the Rebel Army somewhat disheartened.

Some even contemplated leaving to while away their remaining years.

Seeing this, Gongsun Ying had been somewhat troubled; repeatedly losing battles made ideological work difficult.

But the addition of a dozen or so famous figures was an excellent opportunity.

She used this as an excuse to hold a banquet, celebrating and allowing Guan Hao and others to showcase their backgrounds and strengths.

In improving mutual understanding, it also boosted morale.

With so many renowned righteous experts joining the Rebel Army, they had more hope.

As the intermediary and thanks to his previous lifesaving kindness, Gongsun Ying and others toasted him with two cups of wine.

At the banquet, the atmosphere became lively; the Rebel Army members were no longer as depressed as before.

However, the current morale boost merely resembled the courage to face death, not the hope of victory.

In the face of repeated defeats, everyone knew how hard it was to deal with the polluted disaster and how difficult the polluted spirits were to overcome.

Even during their peak, they hadn’t been able to storm Kyoto to suppress the Eye of Polluted Spirits, let alone now.

Still, they had no choice; everyone knew it was either a slim chance or succumbing to the pollution and fully becoming polluted spirits.

Lin Qianxuan, witnessing this almost oath-taking scene, felt a bit nostalgic and couldn’t help but daydream a bit.

Then he silently departed his seat, heading to the deserted backyard.

Sitting on the steps, he gazed skyward; there was no moon in this sky, just some hazy glows, with pollution nearly covering the entire world.

Lin Qianxuan took a photo from his pocket.

It was a photo of him and Chen Long’Er during their trip to Kyoto.

He had casually printed it before leaving.

To be honest, he had a slight worry about not being able to return this time.

The difference between playing a game and reality was indeed significant; with events deviating from the game already in many ways.

With the butterfly effect and such matters, who could say for certain?

Even if he traversed the correct paths beforehand, facing the Polluted God, there’s still a chance of defeat.

After all, it was a mechanistic monster, and if he couldn’t control the Polluted God initially, using the simulation of the Manifestation to compete in Divine Energy consumption, he’d likely be instantly defeated.

At that moment, Lin Qianxuan sensed someone approaching from behind; focusing his spirit at once let him know who it was.

He initially intended to put away the photo, but after some thought, he decided not to and quickly adjusted his mood, his expression turning complex.

Gongsun Yue, noticing Lin Qianxuan suddenly leaving the table and not returning for a while, decided to check on him, only to find him here staring at a “painting” in a daze.

To Gongsun Yue, the “painting” appeared dark gray, but its lines were clearly perceived, and with some imagination, she saw a sketch of Lin Qianxuan and Chen Long’Er.

A seemingly gentle and lovely young girl leaning intimately against Lin Qianxuan.

“Is the young master missing his friends and family?” Gongsun Yue suddenly asked.

“A little, I feel like I’m forgetting her,” Lin Qianxuan said with a sigh.

“What is the relationship between this young lady and the gentleman?” Gongsun Yue asked.

“Lovers,” Lin Qianxuan replied. “But we are separated by different worlds; I may never see her again.”

Lin Qianxuan’s tone was very calm, yet tinged with a faint sadness.

“The gentleman is blessed by heaven, surely there will be a day when you reunite with this young lady,” Gongsun Yue comforted.

Although she said this, Gongsun Yue felt it was unlikely for Lin Qianxuan to meet her again.

They had not mastered the means to shuttle between worlds, and their research on the Outer Realm was almost nonexistent.

Moreover, under the threat of the apocalypse, the entire world would be destroyed; while Lin Qianxuan had some strength, it might be difficult for him to remain unscathed.

As for completely ending the apocalypse?

Gongsun Yue honestly had no confidence.

The Rebel Army had tried so many times.

They had been trying ever since her adopted father Gao Ming was still around.

During its peak, the Rebel Army had reached tens of thousands in number.

There were thousands of Divine Manifestation experts among them, experts from various schools and sects, with countless powerful Divine Machines.

Yet, they continued to suffer setbacks during their attacks.

Under such circumstances, she truly couldn’t have any confidence.

“Let me go with you.” Lin Qianxuan suddenly put away the photo and said.

“What does the gentleman mean by this?” Gongsun Yue asked, puzzled.

“When you’re ready to depart, take me with you. I will join you in suppressing the apocalypse,” Lin Qianxuan said.

Gongsun Yue was taken aback upon hearing this.

She seemed to have never considered the possibility that Lin Qianxuan would not join them in the battle.

After all, since Lin Qianxuan arrived here, he had always behaved as if he was entirely a member of the Rebel Army.

It was only at this moment that Gongsun Yue suddenly remembered Lin Qianxuan was merely invited to stay temporarily, not an official member of the Rebel Army.

“Miss Yue, why are you stunned? Could it be that I’m not welcome?” Lin Qianxuan asked with confusion.

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yue hurriedly shook her head and said, “The Rebel Army naturally welcomes the gentleman’s joining, or rather, desperately desires it.”

As Gongsun Yue spoke, the blue Misty Qi on her body exceeded thirty percent in its connection with Lin Qianxuan.

The blue Misty Qi transformed into a peculiar mystical Sound Talisman, directly entering into the deep consciousness of Lin Qianxuan.

The function of this Sound Talisman was to increase Lin Qianxuan’s control over the Divine Energy by fifty percent.

At the moment it coalesced, the Divine Energy within Lin Qianxuan’s Purple Mansion became much more obedient, giving him the illusion that he could manipulate it at will.

With the connection established, Lin Qianxuan’s consciousness was drawn into a segment of memories.

—————–

The same day of the apocalypse.

But the perspective was different.

This time, it was Gongsun Yue’s viewpoint.

Watching the sky outside quickly become murky, pedestrians on the streets began to undergo corrosion.

The murky air surged in rapidly, covering the house in an instant.

The next moment, the view seen with her eyes suddenly became muddled, and an unbearable pain shot directly into the brain.

Lin Qianxuan directly experienced this anguish and couldn’t help but wish to cry out, yet he wasn’t the controller of this body now. He could only let this painful sensation rage, unable to voice it, which made it more oppressive.

Darkness, seeing nothing.

“Sister… my eyes hurt…”

Helplessness, fear, confusion.

Losing sight means losing half of the world for humans.

It’s the most direct sensory organ for humans to perceive the world.

If you’ve never seen from the start, it’s nothing; but losing sight midway is the most painful.

Once possessed, then lost…

And more terrifyingly, she seemed to lose more than just vision.

This darkness also stripped away her other senses.

She lost the sense of touch from her body, and her hearing was gradually disappearing.

She groped around, trying to perceive the existence of her body, faint sounds coming through.

“Dad, mom, sister, is it you?”

In the next moment, some pain passed from the shoulder.

Then whatever happened was unclear to her.

Only hearing her sister’s gentle voice slowly coming through.

At this moment, her sister became her sole reliance.

Didn’t know how long it had been before she completely lost her five senses, yet faintly gained a new perception.

The new perception was more sensitive than before, allowing her to easily perceive things happening half a street away.

The world full of color and complex sounds turned into something gray and filled with countless different waves and lines.

Gradually adapting, she began to understand the meaning represented by these things and carefully felt the feedback they brought.

She couldn’t taste flavors, but she understood it was sweet, and the brain would simulate the previously tasted sweetness. She couldn’t see appearances, but lines could be reconstructed by the brain, turning into new images…

Only the colors, she couldn’t quite recall.

The world thus remained a gray expanse.

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