Chapter 11: Main Text: Phantom Crystal Era: Li Yijie's Return

Main Text: Phantom Crystal Era: Li Yijie's Return

Heavenly Medicine Ward 407, commonly known as the Angel Guard Room.

Since Li Feifan's life was saved in the emergency room,

and now being sent to Ward 407 for rest,

About half an hour has passed.

At this moment, Xiao Wang was just helping Li Xingyang enter Crossing Clouds and Rain.

Meanwhile, Lao Zhao and Lou Yueyu had already arrived at the Flying Cloud Bridge Public Security Bureau.

After Lao Zhao arrived, he summoned Comrade Shangguan Feiyun,

and asked her to first look after Lou Yueyu.

Moreover, Lao Zhao also summoned the Wind Shadow Night Fiend.

Due to the mysterious fusion of phantom crystal and electromagnetic waves, as early as 2040,

humankind had mastered the Brain Control Great Law.

By 2050,

companies big and small researching brain control had sprouted up across the globe.

Among the more impressive ones were China's domestic 'Heart-Penetrating Ability' and 'Tacit Point',

plus America's 'Magic Cloud',

and the Franco-German-British joint venture 'Summoner', etc.

These companies virtually brain-controlled all phantom crystal equipment on the global village.

As for Lao Zhao's Wind Shadow Night Fiend, its top specification,

is the latest 'Heart of the Colorful Phoenix' released by the Tacit Point Company.

It can operate within a radius of 500 li,

"Do as one pleases, act as one wishes."

This is truly impressive; some people might work ten lifetimes,

and still couldn't afford a single phantom‑grade tire of the Wind Shadow Night Fiend.

This is reality: the helplessness of ordinary people, the happiness of the wealthy!

Of course, this vehicle that can soar to the heavens with a single flight,

is also not something Lao Zhao can lay hands on.

He can only take it out when handling an urgent major case,

and then only to go out for a quick spin.

But at such times, he no longer has the mood for a leisurely drive.

Humans really are a contradictory creature!

Lao Zhao summoned the Wind Shadow Night Fiend,

first, to let Yun'er quickly take Lou Yueyu,

to send her to his Wind and Cloud Residential Area,

so that his childhood sweetheart wife Ma Xiaozhu could look after her for a few days.

Having a considerate and warm‑hearted woman,

to keep Lou Yueyu company and chat is always good.

Moreover, Lao Zhao believes that Xiao Zhu will do even better than he expects,

they have always acted in tacit understanding, heart to heart!

Yun'er, whom he has watched grow up, also graduated from the renowned West Heaven Phantom Academy!

One who could have lived off looks alone instead earned top marks and obtained three foreign Philology Degrees.

Lao Zhao's outdated mind truly can't comprehend today's youth.

Each one excels as if about to fly to heaven,

forcing countless elders to voluntarily step aside and make way for the worthy.

Lao Zhao still remembers that Yun'er's three languages are English, French, and Russian.

Obtaining a Philology Degree isn't just about mastering the language itself,

but also to be able to use this language,

to write one or two bestselling 'classic little books' full of earthy charm,

in order to possibly attain the highest honor.

It can be foreseen that within ten years,

the whole world will undergo another large‑scale 'blood‑change' transformation.

It's time for the older generation to cultivate their successors.

And Yun'er is one of the few individuals Lao Zhao greatly admires,

being one of the handful of candidates.

With Yun'er taking the lead, plus Xiao Zhu,

it can be said to be 99% foolproof.

The reason Lao Zhao must first return to Flying Cloud Bridge

is because such an incident has occurred,

and afterwards a heap of storms await to blow at him.

He also doesn't know whether he can endure it.

Of course, at worst it's just taking off the hat and dismounting.

Anyway, he's about to retire.

And Yun'er has also gained the ability to hold her own and the seniority for promotion.

He thinks it's time to properly compensate Xiao Zhu.

All these years…

Alas, whenever he thinks of it, it makes him want to shed tears…

As soon as Lou Yueru settled in and opened the smart brain,

Sure enough, what was due arrived.

However, unlike the chaos at Feiyun Bridge,

Ward 407 of the Heavenly Doctor was so quiet that one could hear breathing.

Within the dozens of square meters of the "Angel Guard" area,

the loneliness left only a pristine white bed,

and a tangle of needle‑and‑thread bottles and jars,

keeping Li Feifan company.

Outside the window of 407,

there was also a lonely little fellow—a pot of wind‑tail cockscomb orchid,

quietly watching the myriad blossoms of the Phantom Crystal Era.

Its slender leaves sway gently, like a solitary child who cannot find the way home!

And on the bed in 407, Li Feifan's vague form,

has once again regained human shape. Moreover, because his right face was down on the ground,

so his right side looks like woven colored cloth,

as if it were a half‑mask,

caringly shielding the wound.

Leaving only a left face,

battered by the breeze of "Cool Summer",

still appearing tranquil.

Below the face, the Phantom Crystal plaster is as thick as a city wall,

decorating Li Feifan's legs with a distinctly mechanical feel.

A pair of scholar‑style expressive hands,

are also clamped by numerous Phantom Crystal titanium plates,

so tightly that they cannot speak.

In this sea of white beds,

Li Feifan looks like a tiny shrimp floating on the water's surface,

letting King Yama push him toward an unknown destiny!

Just as Shangguan Feiyun sends Lou Yueru soaring toward the Wind‑and‑Cloud Residential Area,

when Lao Zhao blows into the rumors, and Xiao Wang and Brother Yang dash off in a hurry,

some unknown oddities are unfolding across time and space!

Again, it's the Angel Guard of Ward 407 of the Heavenly Doctor,

the originally half‑open "Quietly" vessel "Sealed Sound Mysterious Gate",

somehow seems to have encountered an irresistible mysterious force,

and was slammed shut, yet made not a single sound.

Immediately after, on the ceiling above Li Feifan's head,

a vast and deep star sea descended out of nowhere.

A booming roar was heard,

the countless threads and thousands of needles, hundreds of bottles and ten‑thousand jars on Li Feifan's body,

exploded one after another,

the innumerable fragments, too many to see, seemed to sprout wings,

as if coming to life,

orderly surrounding Li Feifan at a three‑foot radius,

forming a mysterious formation.

The fragments appeared like tiny sprites,

some rolling in the air, some fearing solitude and pairing up,

others aloof and proud, darting and spiraling as if an emperor were on a procession,

and some lazy and sluggish, stumbling about like drunkards…

At a glance, it looks like God's stir‑fried mortal stew,

people of every hue live in the red dust of countless wonders and oddities,

following the strange tracks of their own fates, unaware of where the "strangeness" will lead them.

Those strange footprints are like lingering footnotes of fate,

while other unstepped star seas,

are the future in the hands of all beings!

But upon closer inspection, it's not that simple.

I saw the rolling ones roll up beside the aloof and arrogant,

Those who were paired went to lift the drunkard from the gutter……

One by one, pair by pair,

Team by team, group by group,

Heap by heap, crowd by crowd,

As if being pulled by some mysterious, intangible profundity,

As if being tugged from nowhere,

Some, though taking different paths, end up together,

Some, raising their whips, go their separate ways,

Some were originally fervent,

But later became like strangers,

No one knows who will meet whom,

Who will part from whom,

What kind of story will happen.

But in the end of the misfits,

It seems each found their own burial place,

Twelve groups, each the size of Li Feifan's head, formed a miscellaneous troop,

were quickly forming.

The troops were exactly like twelve miscellaneous heavenly stars,

circling slowly around Li Feifan's body in every direction, performing Mysterious Flight.

These heavenly stars flew for about a minute,

Within the Angel Guard, for no known reason,

streams of frenzied, violent fiery energy,

suddenly surged out from the Star Sea,

like a Death God's evil blade,

in the flash of lightning and stone, it thrust into Li Feifan's forehead, mind, and heart,

Li Feifan's just-recovered sliver of consciousness,

immediately felt a heavenly-earth-shaking firestorm,

like a great staff,

raging wildly within his mind and heart,

as if it wanted to stir his entire body and mind into explosion,

Li Feifan howled incessantly from the pain,

the hoarse sound from his throat,

the anguished cries,

the unwilling fury,

each sound sharp and urgent,

bleak and miserable,

like a lamenting symphony of wraiths,

within the Angel Guard, it was utterly wretched,

Meanwhile, far away in the Heaven War Star Realm, billions of light-years distant,

an old man was rushing madly toward the Heavenly Cat Nine Stars,

seeing the black-red ancient sword in his hand,

the blade trembled violently, while mysterious patterns

were rapidly forming on the sword's body,

as if transmitting some information,

The old man saw this, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly to the left,

and smirked wickedly, saying:

"Ha ha, old coot,"

"You've noticed it too, haven't you?"

"I've long known that some lively ghosts are seeking death,"

"Come on, let's first bury these damn piles of shit,"

"so they won't 'stink up the mysterious realm.'"

"You haven't 'laughingly chatted about gulping enemy blood' in a long time, have you?"

"I know youant, youveryant!"

"Right? Then 'suckle the dog'!"

Just a few minutes before Li Feifan was attacked by the Death God's evil blade,

on the other side of the Heaven War Star Realm, atop the Seal Demon Platform,

the three brothers of the Demonic Family were letting blood flow,

countless mysterious and vast crimson sigils,

Using the fresh blood of the three brothers as pigment,

it was drawn stroke by stroke onto each skeleton mountain pile.

All that could be seen on the Demon-Sealing Platform,

the blood energy seemed to dye half the sky red,

within a radius of a thousand zhang,

were vast expanses of fire‑burning blood clouds,

those blood clouds, like countless demons,

were emerging from the legendary Thousand Illusion Demon Mirror,

blood‑drenched,

together with the blood‑colored furious wind that howled like drums,

it seemed to want to launch itself into battle against the blood‑stained sky,

and join forces to shatter the Nine Heavens,

their momentum was vast, their aura terrifying,

causing the countless iron‑blood ferocious beasts on Demon‑Sealing Mountain,

all to tremble with fear upon hearing it,

and to feel their blood run cold at the sight,

suddenly, atop the seventy‑eight blood‑soaked skeleton mountain piles,

each shot forth a ribbon‑like blood river that hung straight up to the nine heavens,

at an altitude of roughly three thousand zhang above the Demon‑Sealing Platform,

the seventy‑eight blood rivers, though taking different paths, converged,

merging into a single ultimate blood river about three thousand zhang in diameter,

then, only a thunderous boom was heard,

as if a diamond had shattered the glass‑like heavenly core,

the thousand‑zhang blood river surged upward against the void, soaring wildly,

even more astonishing, after the blood river broke through the heavenly core,

it seemed to travel farther and farther along the path of condensation,

first stretching an endless three thousand zhang,

then, after a few more seconds, shrinking to two thousand zhang,

then one thousand zhang, eight hundred, four hundred, one hundred…,

finally becoming no thicker than a finger,

like a crimson laser forged from a strand of blood‑iron,

unceasingly piercing the vast distances of the myriad‑billion star sea,

wherever the red light went, it was just like thunder shattering the heavenly core,

the booms and crackles echoed through the heavenly battle,

endlessly,

soon after,

the red light vanished into the pupils of myriad dazed beasts,

leaving only a string of questions and dread,

lingering in the beasts' hearts, unwilling to depart,

after the red light departed,

within a radius of a thousand zhang of Demon‑Sealing Mountain,

aside from the foolish little ants,

it could truly be called a mountain emptied of all beasts,

the youngest of the three demon brothers is called Mo Xiao Xiao,

the second brother is Mo Xiao Er, and the eldest brother's full name is Mo Xiao Yi,

this 'Red Light Life‑Taking' was the work of the three brothers,

after the red light flew away,

Mo Xiao Xiao let out a breath and said,

elder brother,

from now on, this kind of harmful deed,

we had better not do it anymore,

i feel my demon heart aching,

to scheme against a harmless youngster,

is truly contrary to my demon heart,

hearing the third brother's complaint,

mo xiao yi's demon heart also felt uneasy,

he simply could not tell him the truth,

although the three brothers are not wanton killers of the innocent,

nor are they greedy for life and fearful of death; though they bear the name 'demon',

they could not possibly have sprung from thin air,

Living a demon's life for a lifetime, there are also many worries.

There are also many things beyond one's control.

They still haven't been able to reach that.

The carefree, unbound wondrous realm of "fearless and unrestrained, free and at ease",

They can only crawl through life, as if treading on thin ice!

After living through this year, Mo Xiao Yi will be a hundred-year-old adult demon.

A century of demonic feelings like frost has let him know deeply:

The most cruel thing in this world is not the survival of the fittest,

but to be forced into a state worse than death.

Is this covert harm also like that?

They are merely being dragged by other demons to serve as scapegoats,

Though understandable, who would truly understand their suffering?

Seeing the elder brother's worried, frowning face, his silence,

Sixty-year-old Mo Xiao Xiao also guessed a bit,

He also knows what complaining is about,

is utterly useless,

Villains won't suffer the slightest loss because of it.

But he just wants to speak, he just wants to be angry!

In the heart of the sixty-year-old little demon,

He has long secretly sworn a great oath:

One day, he will surely trample these monsters and demons with his own hands,

and grant all beings who yearn for freedom a vast expanse of sea and sky!

This is his promise to himself; he will remain steadfast and press on!

Even if the next moment he is wrapped in grass and corpse, his soul scattered, he will spare nothing!

Mo Xiao Xiao has countless times encouraged himself:

Haha, I, Mo Xiao Xiao, will become a top-notch hero demon of that battle,

He must have ideals, a demonic heart, freedom and ease, fearlessness and boldness, grand vision and ambition!

After saying that, he will also roar toward the boundless demonic heavens and universe:

Loudly shouting: Hey, Mo Xiao Xiao,

Have you heard me,

I am your little millet powder, eh.

I believe you will surely stand at the pinnacle of the universe,

I believe in you, oh.

Keep going, strive, fight!

Every time after speaking, only what's beside him,

a motionless old tree, which seems to listen very attentively…

Just as Mo Xiao Xiao's thoughts ended, Mo Xiao Er saw,

At the place where the crimson light just shattered the heavens, a silver radiance condensed out of nowhere,

In the blink of an eye, the silver radiance retracted,

A figure that the three brothers will never forget,

…appeared.

The view shifts to the Milky Way Earth Star,

In the Life-Giving Heavenly Medicine Ward 407, angel ward,

The crimson blood demon light seems to be stirring excitedly,

feeling no sense of impending danger.

Li Feifan, as early as four or five seconds after the crimson blood demon light entered his brain,

had already lost all movement and sound.

Just after Li Feifan lost consciousness,

The twelve miscellaneous heavenly stars seemed to sense something,

Their originally lazy aura suddenly shifted,

A domineering, world-shaking imperial aura,

emanated from the twelve heavenly stars,

Immediately stirring up a minor "air-conditioning wind storm".

Next, mysterious-colored phantom crystal particles,

flew out from the miscellany one after another,

red, white,

green, yellow,

purple, blue…

Twelve colors of phantom crystal particles in total.

As they first flew out,

and hurriedly flew toward Li Feifan's brain,

like fearless little divine soldiers,

not the slightest bit yielding to the leaking evil allure of the crimson demon light.

In no time,

the naked demon light seemed to don a twelve‑coloured floral robe,

and instantly became docile and gentle,

like a baby in a cradle,

in the embrace of the "Brain Mother",

sweetly drifting off to sleep!

After the demon‑light baby fell asleep,

the illusion‑crystal particles still honestly emerged from the debris,

one after another, shining forth.

However, since they stopped "coaxing" the demon‑light baby,

they seem to have caught a case of laziness again,

floating in the air, soft and fluffy,

everything feels as if it has returned to the way it was before.

Yet unlike before,

these illusion‑crystal particles, though very lazy,

seem to have received some command,

each seeking its own strange path,

slowly drilling into Li Feifan's specific hair follicles.

The sun, too, seemed to have lost its place,

only Li Feifan's shattered cells,

continuously absorbing various tiny illusion‑crystals,

and then busily hustling nonstop for the grand reproductive plan.

Because these powerful and mysterious external‑aid crystals selflessly sacrifice,

Li Feifan's billions of cellular troops across his body also regained confidence,

each one excited like a tiny ant on a hot pan,

risking everything to produce in bloodshed!

Meanwhile, deep within Li Feifan's consciousness,

an unfathomable primordial brain belt,

the shrunken "Li Yijie", reduced by dozens of times, slowly opened,

its water‑like vast eyes…

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