Chapter 590: How Can There Be Two Suns?

Qixing.

As the birthplace of the spiritual tide's resurgence, after twenty years, the spiritual energy density across all of Qixing has risen to the peak that the world can contain.

Nurtured by this high concentration of spiritual energy, some minerals buried deep underground, the plants in the forests, even the wild beasts in the mountains and fields, and the fish swimming in the deep sea all underwent mutations.

Beasts like the Deep Sea Whale Sovereign had appeared several times over these years.

Yet because the new Qixing people had Zhou Kongming transmitting the Dao, and 'Heng' handling overall planning, their cultivation progress was far beyond what any other group could compare to.

Therefore, the Qixing human race still held absolute discourse power over Qixing.

Linzhou, xx City.

Today's Qixing was under 'Heng's' overall planning, and 'Heng' itself had been enlightened by Zhou Kongming.

So, even though Zhou Kongming rarely showed himself to intervene, the social form of the Qixing people still carried several shades of the Central Continent of the Great Xuan Realm.

Inside a tall building.

Sunlight passed through the glass, falling on a face with sharply defined, resolute features.

A black robe draped over his body, yet it could not conceal his massive frame; a height of around two meters and fifty centimeters exerted an overwhelming pressure.

Even every heartbeat was like a war drum, clearly audible.

Pang Long, late-stage Foundation Establishment.

With the Yin-Yang Spirit Refining Source-Snatching Art, he had once, while at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, snatched and plundered a Rift-Earth Bear King, using its innate gift as the core to forge a divine-seed Foundation Establishment for the 'Earth Surge' divine ability.

He was one of the few with the highest realm among the new Qixing people, aside from Zhou Xian.

He was even more the leading figure of the Qixing body-cultivation lineage.

"Great Sun Spirit Refining, Primordial Unity…"

As Pang Long softly uttered this line, the originally clearly audible heartbeat gradually weakened, until at last it was utterly inaudible.

Raising his head to look upward, a trace of complexity unavoidably flashed through his eyes.

"Can it really work?"

Through the earliest version of the Yin-Yang Qi-Gathering Union Art and sympathetic resonance with a fixed star, true essence would transform.

It sounded feasible, but the risks involved were truly…

It's been a year; I don't know if the boss can succeed.

If the boss doesn't return soon, some people are probably going to be unable to hold themselves back.

Suddenly!

Pang Long's gaze sharpened; the scorching qi and blood within his body surged in response, emitting a rushing sound like a great river's torrent.

Yet he heard a soft laugh ring by his ear.

"Pang Long, a year has passed; shouldn't you have seen reality by now?"

"We both know how high the risk of Zhou Xian's 'Great Sun Spirit Refining Core Formation Art' is."

The hint of beguilement hidden within the voice made Pang Long frown slightly.

"The biological specimen of the Changyuan civilization is right there in the laboratory. Once we seize control of Heng, the Qixing civilization will be ours!"

"A once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity—don't you want to possess a divine ability like Zhou Xian's?"

Almost every Qixing person knew that the reason Zhou Xian had such rapid cultivation progress was entirely because he had obtained the innate gift of the Changyuan civilization back then.

In a daze, Pang Long felt as if a series of images appeared before his eyes.

He obtained Heng's highest authority, gained the innate gift of the Changyuan civilization's biological specimen, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Foundation Establishment complete, Core Formation…

Even surpassing Zhou Xian!

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, the many images before his eyes instantly dispersed into nothingness.

Surging qi and blood flowed within his body; rings of visible distortion appeared around Pang Long, causing the floor-to-ceiling window before him to begin deforming, with crack after crack spreading across the glass.

The temperature of the entire floor was rising sharply.

His five fan-like fingers suddenly spread wide; the winding veins on the back of his hand resembled coiling dragons, and his fingertips tore through the air, leaving trails of a dark-yellow hue as they clawed forward, causing sharp shrieks and wails to ring out in the air itself.

Though clearly there was nothing before him, that great hand seemed to have seized something.

A sudden, violent squeeze!

The blurry outline resembled a moon-white fox, yet under Pang Long's squeeze it directly burst apart, dissolving into wisps of pure white light.

"You will regret this…"

The lingering voice seemed to carry a trace of regret, growing ever lower, until at last it vanished along with the streams of light.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail!"

As an old adversary, Pang Long recognized at once who this one whispering beguilement from the shadows was.

Sheng Shang.

Once, like himself, a member of the boss's combat squad.

But he had always harbored jealousy and hatred toward the boss; it was only because his own cultivation was far inferior to the boss's that he dared not show a trace of it.

Yet he never expected that the boss had long since seen through his thoughts, and so found an opportunity to expel him from the squad.

Therefore, his jealousy and hatred toward the boss only deepened…

And after being expelled from the squad, Sheng Shang's luck was actually not bad.

By a twist of fate, he plundered a moon fox and forged a divine-seed for the 'Dream Moon' divine ability, somehow managing to establish his Dao foundation as well.

For many years, suppressed by the boss, he had been well-behaved; who would have thought that with the boss gone for only a year, his ambition could no longer be held back.

But…

"Seize Heng's highest authority?"

A trace of mockery flashed through Pang Long's eyes.

The world all believed Heng was merely an artificial intelligence left over from the pre-civilization era — perfectly ordinary.

But he understood that 'Heng' was absolutely not that simple.

He had heard the boss say it himself.

"If it weren't for worrying about breaking the law, I would have killed him long ago."

That was right.

Although the boss looked down on Sheng Shang, he had also felt killing intent toward him.

But because of his wariness toward 'Heng,' he did not act personally.

Even someone at the boss's realm had to worry about breaking the law and show caution toward 'Heng,' let alone them, who were not even a match for the boss.

His thoughts stirring, Pang Long let out a long breath.

"Huff~"

The scorching breath that fell to the ground caused even the spirit-iron floor to begin melting, and the surging, boiling qi and blood gradually settled along with it.

Pang Long's expression was calm as he turned and headed toward the door.

Bang!

The glass, already covered in cracks, shattered directly, scattering down with a clatter.

Incidentally, Sheng Shang's encounter with the Moon Fox was deliberately arranged by Zhou Xian.

Originally, he absolutely could not have defeated the Moon Fox.

But at that time Sheng Shang had just been kicked out of the squad, and had in hand a drug meant to be used on Zhou Xian's admirers.

It was precisely by relying on that drug that he managed to 'defeat' the Moon Fox, and then harvest it through dual cultivation…

One must understand that the Moon Fox was only at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, and had not yet gained the ability to take human form.

And what was even more absurd was that the Moon Fox was male.

……

……

Elsewhere, Qixing's First Laboratory.

In a vast, pure-white space, light screens were projected onto the walls, the images within constantly shifting — they were scenes from all over Qixing.

"Seize authorization, huh…"

A figure sat before the light screens.

Delicate features, fair and tender skin, pale silver-gray pupils, and a head of chestnut short hair.

Clad in a silver bodysuit that outlined a graceful, curvaceous figure.

Long, taut legs were crossed; one hand propped against the armrest of the chair, supporting her cheek, while the fingertips of the other hand circled nine hiltless pale-blue flying swords — like crystal-carved artworks, crystalline and translucent.

This person was precisely 'Heng.'

The nine hiltless pale-blue flying swords at her fingertips were the sword formation Zhou Kongming had originally left Her as a final trump card.

It was the most basic among all the sword formation methods Zhou Kongming had mastered, the easiest to refine, so simple it didn't even have a name.

Of course, for this world where cultivation had only just begun, it could be called endlessly profound.

In Zhou Xian's 'past-life memories,' it was called the 'Nine Extremes Pagoda Life-Destroying Sword Formation.'

Sounds pretty imposing, doesn't it.