Chapter 1251

At this moment, Qiyu felt his body fully come alive.

His essence, energy, and spirit revived; his cultivation speed increased a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold.

The people of the city suddenly noticed that the previously scorching weather had turned cool and shaded; though it was noon, the sun was weak and feeble, offering no warmth at all.

Gradually, even the light diminished.

Half an hour later, half the Earth had plunged into darkness.

"What's going on?"

"How did the sun suddenly disappear?"

"Is some weirdo or superpower user behind this?"

The heroes in the city looked up at the sky, deeply puzzled.

Only those superpower users with extreme sensitivity to energy detected the reason for the energy's disappearance.

"Energy is being consumed in that direction—could a god-level weirdo have emerged?"

When this news reached the Hero Association's headquarters, everyone was stunned.

This weirdo could plunge Earth into darkness.

That was undoubtedly a world-ending, god-level weirdo.

Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

At this moment.

Qiyu's body was undergoing an extreme transformation; hair began growing on his head, thick and jet-black.

His eyes became lively and sharp.

His skin turned pale and ruddy.

The previous dull, vacant state ended instantly.

At this moment, Qiyu understood his past confusion.

Not growing hair!

It was because his body instinctively conserved energy!

Simple thinking!

It was because his body instinctively conserved energy.

His strength had reached this level, yet he still couldn't fly.

It was still because his body instinctively conserved energy.

In short, all unnecessary consumption was forbidden.

"So my previous evolution was controlled by my subconscious—all of it served only evolution; every trivial detail could be ignored."

The conscious mind might think hair is important, that being bald looks bad.

The subconscious simply ignored it.

After all, the human subconscious only answers to life itself.

Human-acquired moralities, shame, and similar emotions are utterly disregarded by the subconscious.

"Thankfully, it's all over."

Qiyu's face broke into a smile as he gazed at the sky.

Precisely because his first cultivation had ended, the vanished sunlight once again bathed the Earth, leaving Hero Association members utterly baffled.

"Did the god-level weirdo suddenly leave?"

Many research institutions sighed in regret.

If such a high-energy reaction could be studied, wouldn't it be billions of times more powerful than pre-mutation nuclear weapons?

"It should be right here!"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside.

"There was supposed to be a Hero Association member here—he's probably gone now."

"With that terrifying energy reaction just now, the new hero certainly couldn't have survived. Sigh…"

Some sighed; others remained indifferent.

In this world, death is the most ordinary thing.

It's true for ordinary people, and true for heroes too.

A colleague who was smiling one second might be killed by a weirdo the next.

As heroes, they've experienced more than civilians, and their emotions have gradually grown numb.

"Are you people from the Hero Association?"

At that moment, a calm yet intimidating voice rang out.

Everyone's expressions changed; they turned to look and saw a handsome young man standing there.

He shone like the sun, radiating light from every part of his body, making everyone dare not look directly at him.

"Who are you?"

Tornado, hovering in midair, was extremely wary.

This man appeared too suddenly—even she hadn't noticed how he arrived.

This man was too powerful; even as a top-tier superpower user, she now felt a deep sense of danger.

"I'm also with the Hero Association!" Qiyu said calmly. "The Cloak Cape Hero was me!"

He waved his hand, and the cloak immediately landed in his grasp, which he draped over his back.

Everyone was stunned.

They quickly checked the Hero Association's official website and immediately wore expressions of "Are you kidding me?"

The boy before him was like the rising sun, like a deity, wherever he went, he was the most brilliant presence in any crowd.

Yet the registration at the Hero Association showed a middle-aged man with a blank expression and a bald head.

Their styles were completely different!

This clearly wasn't the same person!