Chapter 927: Memories of the Past

Fengyue Island had completely vanished.

But a new island rose in its place, brimming with life.

Countless people who had been trapped in despair moments ago, desperately crying for help, were now mysteriously transported to this new island. They looked around in confusion at their unfamiliar surroundings.

Feng Qianyue also woke up abruptly on a rock.

She quickly checked her body.

Not only were her dantian and cultivation intact, but there wasn’t a single injury on her.

Even the clothes she had been wearing before the disaster, which had been torn to shreds during the ordeal, were now perfectly intact.

It was as if time had reversed, transporting her unharmed to this moment.

Everything she had experienced in the Kuya Cave seemed like a dream—or perhaps it had never happened at all.

"Lingbei!"

Remembering something, she suddenly stood up and rushed toward the shore.

But after just two steps, she noticed Feng Lingbei lying on a nearby rock, lightly snoring.

Seeing this, Feng Qianyue covered her mouth with her hands, tears of joy streaming down her face.

She looked up at the sky, where a few black-robed figures had not yet completely disappeared, and knelt down in reverence.

A voice transmission entered her ears.

"Manage well, work hard. Those of you who have been chosen must not disappoint him."

The first half of the message was clear to Feng Qianyue.

Clearly, she was now the new island master.

But the latter half left her puzzled.

She wanted to ask for clarification, but the black-robed figures in the sky had already vanished without a trace...

Far away in the sea,

Yi Feng lay half-reclined on the beach of a small island, his face filled with despair.

After leaving Fengyue Island, he had finally encountered the legendary sea monster he had been hoping for.

He was thrilled.

But when the monster’s gaping maw lunged at him, a bright light suddenly emanated from his body, forming a golden protective shield.

The sea monster’s teeth shattered against the shield, leaving Yi Feng completely unharmed.

It was then that he realized the true nuisance of the Armor of Courage.

"Automatic protection? I don’t need your damn protection!"

"Old man, you’ve really screwed me over with this tortoise shell of yours!"

Yi Feng howled at the sky.

It took him a long time to catch his breath and calm down slightly.

"Sigh, forget it."

He let out another long sigh and fiddled with his storage ring, pulling out the skeleton.

"Even though you’ve screwed me over, I’m still a reasonable person, Yi Feng."

"That cave was dark and gloomy, so I brought you out."

"Look at this island—it’s small, but the scenery is beautiful."

Yi Feng took out a shovel, dug a hole in the sand, and buried the skeleton. After patting down the soil with his foot, he was done.

He lay back down on the beach.

Failing to die this time left him feeling lost, unsure of how to seek death next.

Just then, his hand, resting on the sand, brushed against something. He picked it up and found it was a spirit crystal.

"Well, look at that. I actually found a spirit crystal."

Although he dug around for a while longer and found only that one, it still lifted his spirits a bit.

Just as he was about to happily store the spirit crystal away, Yi Feng suddenly remembered something and his expression turned serious.

He opened the system panel.

"Damn it, only one year of life left, huh?"

Yi Feng raised his head slightly, his expression tinged with melancholy.

Pingjiang City.

It was a cold winter.

The world was blanketed in white snow.

Even where the snowflakes didn’t reach, the biting wind left a thick layer of frost.

In a small martial arts hall, a thin young boy shivered in the firewood room. Looking out at the frozen world, he took out the last half-cooked potato from the room and began to nibble on it.

Living hand-to-mouth, never knowing if he’d have food the next day—this had been his life since his parents passed away.

As a young boy with hands and feet, he shouldn’t have been in such a state.

But in a world of cultivation, a boy with no background, no cultivation, and no strength to even tie a chicken’s feet, having a place to live and barely surviving was already considered fortunate.

As a transmigrator, his emotions had recently gone through extreme highs and lows.

He had finally obtained the legendary golden finger system, thinking it would change his fate and lead him to the pinnacle of life. But he soon realized the golden finger was utterly useless to him.

It promised him the world’s strongest bodyguard, but the first time he saw it, he was nearly scared to death.

He thought its appearance meant it was powerful, but when he punched it, Yi Feng easily knocked it apart.

From then on, the boy never looked at it seriously again.

Until another winter came.

The weather was just as cold, and poverty remained unchanged.

The small martial arts hall had nothing but tables and chairs, with no extra belongings.

In such weather, coupled with his constant hunger and malnutrition, the boy finally fell ill. Lying on his sickbed, he was on the verge of death, his eyelids slowly closing.

He saw the stars in the sky drawing closer and closer.

Though he had been freezing, he no longer felt the cold. Instead, he felt a warm, feverish illusion.

But the boy knew he couldn’t hold on any longer.

His consciousness began to drift, growing fainter and fainter.

He felt as if he were lost in endless darkness, with no path or direction in sight.

He didn’t know how long this state lasted.

Suddenly.

A familiar voice reached him.

Though he couldn’t hear or see clearly, the voice was like a lighthouse appearing in the boundless darkness.

It gave him a direction.

He strained to listen.

Finally, the heavens rewarded his efforts, and the voice gradually grew louder in his ears. He could finally make out what it was saying.

"Abah abah..."

And so, the boy, whose consciousness had been fading, slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was a small white skeletal hand holding a steaming hot potato, offering it to him.