Chapter 430: 392. Omen of the End ===GLOSSARY=== [{

In Li Yi's view, martial artists across the Four Seas and Eight Zhou needed gene serum more than anyone else—only this method could free them from their dependence on cosmic energy, strengthen their bodies, and allow them to walk a true path of strength, for the martial way in this world had limits, but gene serum could help them shatter those limits.

In Li Yi's view, warriors from the Four Seas and Eight Zhou needed gene serum even more to become gene warriors—only this method could allow them to bypass their dependence on cosmic energy, thereby strengthening their bodies and forging a true path to power, for the martial way in this world had limits, but gene serum could help them shatter those limits.

He spent a little time, then waited another half-hour.

All of them successfully awakened as gene warriors.

Li Yi checked the time; he felt he should return to Tianchang City, so he took his leave from his master.

Zhao Ge did not try to dissuade him, but said: "The Heaven's Collapse is imminent—you must prepare early. Meng De, go ahead and do what you must. I'll handle things here. If you encounter an emergency, retreat immediately to the Four Seas and Eight Zhou—preserve yourself first. Don't blindly seek strength; when the situation turns dire, retreating a little is no shame."

"Your disciple remembers your words," Li Yi said.

Zhao Ge added: "If any relatives or friends come to the Four Seas and Eight Zhou, house them in the governor's mansion of Sanyang City—it can accommodate over a thousand people. I'll have it prepared with servants and maids. When you return, just bring them straight there."

"You think of everything, Master. Thank you," Li Yi said.

Zhao Ge said: "It's merely small matters. I can help you little. Once things are settled, I'll accompany you across the boundary once. The Zhao Martial Hall thrives now—I've no place here. Better to venture out into the world, and live a life without regret."

Li Yi nodded: "If things aren't too dire, next time I'll bring you across the boundary to see it."

"Big Brother, don't forget me!" the skinny monkey cried urgently. "I've no great skills, but I can handle chores—Big Brother, tell me east and I won't go west. I swear I won't mess anything up."

"No problem," Li Yi laughed, then glanced around: "Where are Zhao Qian and Rong Niang? Why aren't they here?"

"Still inside, resting—likely after becoming gene warriors," Zhao Ge said. "Meng De, don't worry. They're fine. If time's tight, go ahead without them."

"Then good. Have the skinny monkey bid them farewell for me. Oh, and this is for you, Master."

Suddenly, Li Yi remembered something and handed Zhao Ge a storage magic treasure, explaining its use.

Zhao Ge was a Qi-Condensation martial artist and an Evolutionist of the Spirit Medium realm—he could use storage magic treasures. As head of the hall, having one would greatly help him. Li Yi had many and didn't need them.

"Storage magic treasure? That's unusual," Zhao Ge exclaimed, intrigued, studying the jade-pendant-like object in his hand.

Li Yi then left behind the Seven Meridians Cultivation Art and Guiding Technique for his master to study, hoping he'd benefit.

Having finished these tasks, he departed.

No sooner had Li Yi left than Zhao Qian and Rong Niang, hearing the commotion, stepped out of their room.

Zhao Ge put down the storage jade and turned: "Why avoid Meng De? Didn't you hear—he wanted to see you before leaving, to say farewell? Such poor manners."

"Father…"

Zhao Qian's expression was bleak: "I've become an Evolutionist, awakened as a gene warrior, and advanced in martial cultivation—my strength is no longer what it was. But the stronger I grow, the smaller I feel, and the more I understand how vast the world is that Yi Brother speaks of."

"Yi Brother is like a god descending—he surges forward without pause. The Four Seas and Eight Zhou can no longer hold him. Father… do I still have a chance to follow him?"

Zhao Ge sighed: "It's natural to feel this way. Meng De is a once-in-a-thousand-years figure. Even I, before him, feel inadequate. But not everything unattainable must be abandoned. Treating it as a goal is still a way to live."

"Rong Niang, what do you think?"

Rong Niang's gaze was complex: "Big Brother advances too fast. We can't keep up—not even catch a glimpse of his back. Better to let go early than burden him with our weakness. Let's preserve the bond we share as siblings."

"Foolish."

Zhao Ge snapped: "Meng De gave you the Evolution Art, gene serum, divine medicines, treasures—even shared dragon meat with you. You don't strive to improve, don't repay him—and now you're weak-minded, ready to retreat? How will you ever accomplish anything?"

"I meant to unite you with Meng De. Yet you're this ungrateful? Where's the warrior's spirit? If you can't win now, win for a lifetime. If your resolve falters, marry someone tomorrow, leave the Zhao Martial Hall, leave Sanyang City—don't waste Meng De's efforts. Cowards. Skinny Monkey, next time Meng De returns, don't tell them. I'll go with you."

Zhao Ge finished, furious, and stormed off.

Seeing their master leave in rage, Rong Niang turned pale. Zhao Qian's legs buckled, nearly collapsing.

If they were truly expelled from the hall and left Sanyang City, all hope would vanish.

But Li Yi knew none of this. He had already returned to Ghost Street—and this time, Meng Meng Fanxing, as the Yin Spirit, personally drove him in and out, saving him much trouble.

It seemed the Meng family had learned to flatter.

Ghost Street was now empty—no vengeful spirits or ghosts lingered. Only Yin Soldiers stood guard, the street unnervingly silent.

"Meng Meng Fanxing, after I leave, station Yin Horses on Ghost Street. If anyone speaks my name, let them pass immediately and escort them to the governor's mansion in Sanyang City. All others who wander in—drive them out," Li Yi instructed.

"Lord Li, rest assured—I'll arrange it," Meng Meng Fanxing replied respectfully.

Also, inform the four Yin Gods—I need them to find me the best spirit artifacts. It's crucial.

But the Hanging Spear wasn't top-tier—it dulled after I used it to pierce the soul of a Spirit Power cultivator. It's no longer sharp.

But the Hanging Spear wasn't top-tier. Last time Li Yi used it to pierce a Spirit Power cultivator's soul, the spear grew dull.

This time, Li Yi wanted a better spirit artifact.

"Where? Bring it to me," Li Yi said at once.

"Where? Bring it to me," Li Yi said at once.

"It's too large—ill-fitting. This was made for Yin Spirit bodies. Lord Li, I was thoughtless—forgive me."

"It's too big… the size doesn't suit. This was made for Yin Spirit bodies. Lord Li, I was careless—forgive me."

Only then did Meng Meng Fanxing realize Li Yi was a living human, not a Yin Spirit, and hastily apologized.

Li Yi said nothing. He waved his hand—silver spiritual energy wove together, shining brilliantly, forming a giant hand that seized the massive spirit artifact. He swung it a few times, found it manageable, and said: "Good enough. I'll use this for now. Find me a better spirit artifact soon."

Meng Meng Fanxing bowed respectfully, watching until Li Yi vanished completely, then finally exhaled in relief.

Meng Meng Fanxing bowed respectfully, watching Li Yi vanish completely before finally exhaling in relief.

Though Li Yi seemed easygoing, Meng Meng Fanxing hadn't forgotten: Li Yi could crush Yin Spirits with a single punch. He himself was nothing—easily erased. One misstep could cost him his life—and drag the Meng family down with him. After all, the Meng family had already clashed with Li Yi before.

If another mistake happened, perhaps next time they met, the Meng family would be wiped out simply because Master Meng Meng Daoxian blinked before Li Yi—seen as disrespect.

But Li Yi wasn't that petty. He wouldn't exterminate entire families over trivial slights.

Riding the Yin Horse,

following the blood's guidance, Li Yi soon left Ghost Street and reappeared in the Danger Zone. But now, the Danger Zone's threat had greatly lessened—during the day he'd been gone, Zhao Zhao Lingfu, a Soul Realm cultivator, along with Niu Niu and Shan Yi, two strange beasts, aided by Lan Ji's Thunder War Machine, had wiped out all nearby transcendental creatures.

And this extermination continued—leaving no chance for survival.

"I recall this should be daytime. Why is the sky so dark?"

Li Yi looked up—the sky was dim, lifeless. The sun shone, but like a dim bulb, offering little light.

Even the temperature had turned icy. Li Yi exhaled—a cold mist formed. Thick ice coated the ground around him.

"The Heaven's Collapse phenomenon?" He frowned deeply.

It seemed Yang Wei had been right—the Heaven's Collapse was imminent.

But cosmic energy pollution on Earth still lingered. After a short gallop, the Yin Horse was corrupted, could no longer maintain form, let out a mournful cry, and collapsed into sludge and rotten bones.

Li Yi immediately took out from his storage magic treasure the war vehicle seized from World Six. He drove it in low-altitude flight toward Tianchang City.

Along the way, he saw no cultivators, no ferocious beasts, no transcendental creatures.

As he passed through the ruins of a deserted city, he felt as if he'd entered a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

"This phenomenon must have prompted the Investigation Bureau to impose martial law on the entire city. No matter what happens with the Heaven's Collapse, the city's safety comes first." He'd lived through the first Heaven's Collapse—he knew the procedures well.