Chapter 1458: The Rise Of The Talented

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

Through relentless battles, the cultivators of Yunxing had managed to refine the bodies of the Black Demons, condensing spiritual energy. Many had broken through their bottlenecks, and the casualties in battles were gradually decreasing. Hope began to shine for many.

Other surviving planets also began to rise one after another.

These planets had never lost their ancient legacies, and their current combat strength far surpassed that of Yunxing. Tempered by the blood-soaked battles, many outstanding talents emerged, showcasing their brilliance in the great war. Some geniuses experienced sudden enlightenment, stepping into realms of unparalleled power, their names resounding across the stars.

Yuanxing.

Since the sun disappeared and the Black Demons invaded, the major powers had united to face the enemy. Fengxue Island, built in ancient times to combat demons and protect all living beings, naturally bore the responsibility during this crisis.

Unfortunately, against the terrifying self-destructing Black Demons, Fengxue Island's foundation proved slightly inadequate. The initial battle had already resulted in heavy casualties, and even the invincible Sword Sovereign, Guo Jiannan, was severely injured.

At the critical moment, Xu Qingyuan, a previously dull outer disciple, suddenly awakened to the path of death-defying combat. He broke through several bottlenecks in succession, aiding Guo Jiannan in repelling the Black Demons.

Since then, through continuous participation in bloody battles, Xu Qingyuan's cultivation skyrocketed. He self-realized divine abilities and achieved the Great Dao, now standing as the leader of Yuanxing's younger generation.

In times of human peril, true heroes rise to turn the tide. Xu Qingyuan, who had lived an ordinary life for half his years, experienced a sudden enlightenment at the crucial moment. Whether driven by a sense of righteousness or destined by the heavens to bloom late, his future potential was limitless.

This event moved many, and the morale of Yuanxing's warriors surged because of him. Countless cultivators were inspired, and his story became a legend.

Lanxing.

In the face of the Black Demon invasion, this leaderless planet was on the verge of collapse. The Demon Lord and the Sea Lord had vanished, leaving the forces in disarray.

At the most critical moment, Gui Wanhai, the son of the Sea Lord, suddenly experienced a tremendous surge in his bloodline power. Whether through some fortuitous encounter or a blessing from the heavens, his already extraordinary bloodline became even more formidable. His cultivation soared, allowing him to narrowly defeat the Black Demons. He also discovered that the remnants of the Black Demons could be refined into spiritual energy, aiding in the recovery and growth of his power.

From then on, Gui Wanhai led the remnants of the Sea Clan on a path of bloody battles and spiritual refinement. Many within the Sea Clan broke through their bottlenecks, and Gui Wanhai's reputation soared, being revered as the current Sea Lord.

In the face of existential threats, the various clans set aside their past grievances and formed alliances, joining the bloody war against the Black Demons under Gui Wanhai's leadership. Together, they managed to stabilize the situation, bringing a glimmer of hope to Lanxing.

Similar tales of unyielding resistance unfolded across other stars.

Some talents rose to fame in a single battle, while ancient clans saw the sudden emergence of young maidens wielding unparalleled divine abilities, striking awe into their enemies. The rise of new powers was endless, and the younger generation flourished.

In this era of rising talents, chaos was about to engulf the world!

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The entire world seemed to be in utter turmoil, with scenes of bloody battles everywhere. Yet, as darkness enveloped the stars, a small, pearl-like planet at the far reaches of the universe remained untouched, as tranquil as a paradise.

Linglong Pavilion remained tightly shut, with its fairies and beauties quietly waiting inside, faithfully performing their duties as they had for years, serving the supreme being in the highest chamber.

As the door opened, a maid holding a jade basin filled with immortal elixir slowly exited the room, gently closing the intricately carved ebony door behind her, careful not to disturb the peace.

Watching this scene, the manager, seated in a wheelchair not far away, turned and sent a mental message.

"Has the master awakened in these past few years? Any abnormalities?"

"Is the resource allocation of our Linglong Pavilion still functioning normally?"

After a series of questions, the shopkeeper behind him immediately clasped his hands and replied via mental transmission.

"Reporting to the manager."

"In the past few years, the master has not awakened, seemingly deeply immersed in a divine dream. According to the maids, the master has only smiled thirty-two times and occasionally shown signs of anger, but there have been no other abnormalities."

"As for our resource allocation, everything is running smoothly. Even though another master has entered a divine dream in the branch, the resources in our treasury are still sufficient."

Hearing this, the manager nodded slightly.

He lit a luxurious cigarette, took a quiet puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke, a look of relief spreading across his face. Not forgetting the shopkeeper behind him, he casually tossed a cigarette his way, much to the shopkeeper's delight.

Just as the two were enjoying their moment of contentment, a streak of light suddenly shot out from Yi Feng's storage ring, passing through the ebony-carved door and exiting the luxurious chamber, transforming into a human figure standing before them.

The man who appeared had a deep, inscrutable expression. His middle-aged face seemed ordinary, but his slightly drooping eyes and the two strands of gray hair at his temples gave him an air of noble elegance, exuding an aura of profound mystery.

Recognizing the man, the manager's eyes widened in shock, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

He quickly bowed and clasped his hands, his eyes filled with reverence.

"Master, it's been a long time!"

"I didn't expect you to come out as well!"

The shopkeeper behind him was even more terrified, bending at the waist and clasping his hands, not daring to speak.

Seeing their shocked expressions, the middle-aged man remained impassive, as if he were used to such reactions. He simply nodded and replied.

"Hmm."

"The master is gradually reaching a critical point. I've been idle lately with nothing to do, so I thought I'd come out for a walk."

Hearing this, the manager's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With great tact, he handed the middle-aged man a freshly lit cigarette and then pulled out a box of premium cigarettes from his sleeve, presenting it with both hands.

The middle-aged man took a casual puff, accepted the box of cigarettes, and casually replied.

"Continue to serve the master well."

With that, he vanished without a trace, leaving the manager and shopkeeper unable to sense his presence. They exchanged excited glances, their eyes filled with an indescribable hope.

Just a few moments later.

Across countless light-years, on a distant planet, the middle-aged man reappeared.

He strolled leisurely along the coast, his steps measured and his expression calm, his demeanor exuding a sense of stability that belied his apparent age.

After walking for some time, he finally stopped by the shore.

Looking down at the man lying on the beach, he spoke in a calm voice.

"The time is ripe."

"Some promising talents have emerged among the younger generation, worthy of cultivation."

The man lying on the beach opened his eyes. His face was rugged, pockmarked like a battlefield, with only his large, luminous eyes standing out. His round face had little else to recommend it.

He looked up at the middle-aged man, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"Ah..."

"You really know how to pick your timing. I just managed to eat half-full, and now you want me to skip my post-meal nap?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's gray strands of hair swayed in the wind, and he rolled his eyes.

"You glutton, when have you ever been full?"

"The great war is approaching, and everyone is busy. Yet here you are, lazing around. Aren't you ashamed? The master may awaken at any moment, and I must be by his side to receive his orders."

"If it weren't for that, would I have come all this way to find you?"

Hearing this, the round-faced man sighed and sat up, looking disgruntled.

"Alright, alright."

"I'll go, okay? It's all for the master, after all."

Though his words sounded like a complaint, his movements were swift and decisive, clearly not hesitant in the slightest. He stood up and leaped into the sea, his figure transforming into a blur before vanishing without a trace...