Chapter 590

Qixing.

As the origin of the spiritual tide’s revival, after twenty years, the spiritual energy concentration across Qixing has risen to the peak the world can sustain.

Under the nourishment of this high concentration of spiritual energy, some minerals buried deep underground, plants in the forests, even wild beasts in the mountains and fish in the deep sea have undergone mutations.

Several demonic beasts like the Deep Sea Whale King have emerged in these years.

Yet the new-generation Qixing people, blessed with Zhou Xian’s teachings and overseen by ‘Heng’, have cultivation progress far beyond any other race.

Thus, the Qixing human race still holds absolute authority over Qixing.

Linzhou, XX City.

Today, Qixing is fully coordinated by ‘Heng’, and ‘Heng’ was enlightened by Zhou Xian.

So even though Zhou Xian rarely appears in person to intervene, Qixing society still bears traces of the Central Continent of Tai Xuan Realm.

Inside a high-rise building.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating a rugged, resolute face.

A black robe draped over his body, yet could not conceal his towering frame—his height of about two point five meters exuded overwhelming pressure.

Even each heartbeat echoed like a drumbeat, clearly audible.

Pang Long, Foundation Establishment late stage.

Using the ‘Yin-Yang Spiritual Extraction and Source Seizing Marvelous Art’, he once plundered a Rift-Earth Bear King at Qi Refining ninth layer, using its innate talent as a core to forge the ‘Earth Surge’ spiritual seed for Foundation Establishment.

He is among the highest-ranked Qixing people, second only to Zhou Xian.

He is also the leader of Qixing’s body cultivation lineage.

“Great Sun Spiritual Refinement, Primordial Unity…”

As Pang Long softly recited these words, his previously audible heartbeat gradually faded, until it became completely inaudible.

He looked upward, his eyes flickering with complexity.

“Can it really work?”

By resonating with Heng through the original version of the ‘Yin-Yang Spiritual Absorption and Union Marvelous Art’, his true qi transformed.

It sounds plausible, but the risks involved are truly…

A year has passed—no one knows if the boss will succeed.

If the boss doesn’t return soon, some people will soon lose patience.

Suddenly!

Pang Long’s gaze sharpened; his scorching blood qi surged, producing a roaring sound like a mighty river rushing forward.

Then a soft laugh echoed beside his ear.

“Pang Long, a year has passed—haven’t you seen reality yet?”

“You and I both know how dangerous Zhou Xian’s ‘Great Sun Spiritual Refinement and Core Formation Art’ is.”

The faint seduction in the voice made Pang Long frown.

“The Biologic Entity of the Shangyuan Civilization is right there in the lab—seize control of Heng, and the Qixing Civilization is ours!”

“This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity—don’t you want the same powers as Zhou Xian?”

Almost every Qixing person knows that Zhou Xian’s rapid cultivation progress stems entirely from acquiring the Shangyuan Civilization’s innate talent.

In an instant, Pang Long felt as if images flooded his vision.

Him seizing Heng’s highest permission rights, obtaining the Shangyuan Civilization’s biologic entity’s talent, his cultivation surging forward.

Foundation Establishment complete, Core Formation…

Even surpassing Zhou Xian!

“Hmph!”

A cold snort—every image vanished instantly.

His surging blood qi flowed through his body; concentric ripples of visible distortion appeared around him, warping the floor-to-ceiling window, cracks spreading across the glass.

The temperature of the entire floor rose sharply.

His palm, large as a fan, snapped open; the veins along his forearm twisted like coiled dragons, his fingertips tearing through the air, leaving trails of yellow and azure energy as he gripped forward, causing the air to shriek.

Though nothing stood before him, that giant hand seemed to grasp something.

He clenched his fist suddenly!

A blurred silhouette resembling a moon-white fox exploded under his grip, dissolving into wisps of pure white light.

“You’ll regret this…”

The lingering voice carried a hint of regret, fading lower and lower until it vanished with the light.

“Coward hiding in shadows!”

As an old rival, Pang Long instantly recognized the voice.

Sheng Shang.

Once, like himself, a member of the boss’s combat team.

But he had always harbored jealousy toward the boss, yet dared not show it, for his cultivation was far inferior.

Yet he never expected the boss had seen through his heart long ago—and found an opportunity to expel him from the team.

Thus, his hatred for the boss grew deeper…

After being expelled, Sheng Shang’s luck turned surprisingly good.

By chance, he plundered a Moon Fox, forged the ‘Dream Moon’ spiritual seed, and even established his Dao Foundation.

For years, suppressed by the boss, he remained quiet—but now that the boss has vanished for a year, his ambition can no longer be contained.

Yet…

“Seize Heng’s highest permission rights?”

Pang Long’s eyes flickered with mockery.

Everyone assumes Heng is merely an ordinary AI left behind by the previous civilization.

But he knows—‘Heng’ is far from simple.

He heard the boss say it himself.

“If it weren’t for the legal risks, I’d have killed him long ago.”

Yes.

The boss may have looked down on Sheng Shang and even entertained killing him.

But because of his caution toward ‘Heng’, he never acted.

Even the boss, at his realm, fears breaking the law and dares not touch ‘Heng’—how much less can those beneath him?

Thoughts swirling, Pang Long exhaled deeply.

“Huh~”

The scorching breath landed on the ground, melting the spirit-iron flooring; his boiling blood qi calmed.

Pang Long’s expression remained calm as he turned toward the door.

Crash!

The already cracked glass shattered completely, clattering down in a cascade.

By the way, Sheng Shang’s encounter with the Moon Fox was deliberately arranged by Zhou Xian.

He was never capable of defeating the Moon Fox on his own.

But at that time, just after being expelled from the team, he possessed a drug prepared for use against Zhou Xian’s admirers.

It was precisely that drug that allowed him to ‘defeat’ the Moon Fox and plunder it…

Remember, the Moon Fox was only at Qi Refining ninth layer, unable to even take human form.

And even stranger—the Moon Fox was male.

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Elsewhere, Qixing’s First Laboratory.

Within a vast, pure-white space, walls projected flickering screens, each displaying scenes from across Qixing.

“Seize permission rights…?”

Before the screens sat a figure.

Exquisite features, pale and delicate skin, pale silver-gray pupils, short chestnut hair.

Clad in a silver bodysuit that accentuated her graceful curves.

Long, taut legs crossed, one hand propping her cheek on the armrest, the other’s fingertips circling nine handleless, pale-blue flying swords—like crystalline artifacts, translucent and exquisite.

This person was ‘Heng’.

Those nine handleless pale-blue flying swords were the sword array left by Zhou Kongming as his final trump card.

The most basic of all sword arrays Zhou Kongming mastered, easiest to forge, even nameless.

Of course, to a world just beginning cultivation, it was marvelously profound.

In Zhou Xian’s ‘past-life memories’, it was called the ‘Nine Extremes Floating Pagoda Annihilation Sword Array’.

Still sounds pretty impressive.