Chapter 103: Three Illusionary Gods of the Big Dipper

At the horizon, the white sun.

The North Star, Ziwei, hangs high.

The ancient star that guides the path makes the world of light burn ever brighter, as if ignited—it cries out, shaking heaven, earth, and all stars.

It seems it has not forgotten how to shine.

Jia Ji told the others of his past, and of a future.

A future that could very well come to pass.

A desert world, civilization regressed, life cheaper than ants, food and water… survival of the fittest returned to dominate humanity, violence the sole melody.

According to the world’s trajectory, this chaotic wasteland was meant to arrive.

“Does Long Quan the old stubborn know?”

Surprisingly, the first to believe Jia Ji’s absurd, seemingly fanciful words was Rao.

He was the one who trusted fate least, loathed everything tied to fate, and constantly sought to crush it into ash.

Yet he was also the one who understood the power of fate best.

Especially after leaving the war-torn Land of Shura with Duo Qi and Ken Shi Lang, crossing the Shura Sea, and being taken in by Long Quan as an adopted son, beginning his cultivation of the Northern Dipper Divine Fist that bore the fate of the stars—all felt like heaven’s design, perfectly arranged.

He could feel an invisible force urging him, pushing him…

Do not stop!

Do not dare stop!

There was not a moment to breathe, simply because…

“Fate.”

It was the destiny of the unmoving bright star that first glowed in the darkest age, beneath a starless sky, guiding lost souls on earth and awakening the heavens to light the night together.

He had a premonition: an unprecedented dark age was drawing near, the chaotic stars approaching, closer… closer… perhaps in the next instant, the next second.

The heavy pressure made it hard for him to breathe.

So he dared not waste a single moment.

He had to become the brightest, the most radiant, to deserve those two weighty words.

Rao had spent his entire life bearing burdens: the expectations of his master’s younger brother! The weight of the people of the Land of Shura! And foes ahead waiting to be defeated!

So he could not lose, could not fail, could not flee, could not show weakness or regret.

Yet all of this shattered today, when Jia Ji laid out his wild, fantastical words.

Rao’s destined mission as a Northern Dipper Fist disciple was crumbling.

It left him confused, doubtful, melancholy… and a faint sense of relief—if everything Jia Ji told them was true, then the future had already been changed.

Rao stared intently at his brother, who had undergone a radical transformation he could no longer trace to any point in time. Once, he had thought Jia Ji the only disciple unworthy of training under the Northern Dipper. But now…

“Was it not me, but him, that heaven chose?”

The thought arose naturally, yet without envy.

For Rao knew such strength could never be won by luck alone.

At this moment, the object he always carried close to his chest—the Luo Long Pan—once a token of a vow—grew searing hot, burning with unbearable heat from Jia Ji’s words.

Fate had begun to turn.

“I just got back, haven’t even had time to speak yet…” Jia Ji shook his head, clearly planning to surprise Long Quan.

He had long decided: if one day he surpassed his three gifted senior brothers, he would reveal everything.

When weak, no words carried weight or credibility; but once one possessed power worthy of respect, all would listen.

Too many tragedies had arisen from miscommunication, from misunderstandings born of words failing to convey truth—this was one of his greatest dislikes.

He had thought he’d need to struggle through a dozen years across various other worlds before gaining the chance—but then he clung to You Xi’s skirt and skipped twenty years of detours…

So there was no time to waste. He would lay it all bare now.

The future functions of the Wan Hua Jing could never be hidden from Rao and the others. Imagine the scenes ahead: if his home world’s Northern Dipper had more than a few group members wanting to come, suddenly appearing beside him were several girls whose aesthetics were unmistakably alien—how could he possibly explain that?

Moreover, if he ever encountered a problem in a group member’s world too great for him to handle alone, wouldn’t the aid system naturally select these three brothers—his closest companions, those who knew him best?

Healthy Duo Qi, Unrepentant Wang Rao, and Ken Shi Lang—who hadn’t been NTR’d… wait, that last one might weaken after all.

But if Ken Shi Lang could fully unlock the potential deep within his body and awaken his true heart, he would become terrifying beyond measure—more terrifying than anyone.

…Perhaps he could be called “Fist of Repentance, Ken Shi Lang.”

Then these three brothers would become the strongest trio of Illusionary Gods in Northern Dipper history, his most dependable allies—perfect for any trouble requiring brute force.

But… at this moment, another peculiar feeling rose within Jia Ji, as if whispering that someone even more suited to him might yet exist.

Suddenly, without reason, a vague, indistinct figure flashed through his mind—seemingly tiny, delicate.

He shook his head, dismissing the strange sensation, drained the tea before him, and turned to the three men still unsettled—especially Rao and Duo Qi—his voice now layered with an unfamiliar, soul-striking gravitas.

“In truth, I am not yet strong—nowhere near strong enough—to end the chaos of this world or quell human conflict…”

“You think so too, don’t you?… Even Master Long Quan isn’t strong enough—not yet to the level I desire, the strength that can halt war and stabilize the cosmos.”

“…So he can only guard this tiny temple, protecting a well no bigger than a palm. But I refuse to be like him.”

“I don’t yet understand what kind of person one ought to be in this world, what deeds one ought to do, what path one ought to walk, or whether one will ultimately shatter into fragments. But I hope you will help me—give me your strength—to change that endless, suffering future.”

Jia Ji pointed to the sky above, where the Big Dipper—long regarded by some as the ruler of death—hung far away.

“So beautiful…”

In the eyes of the boy Ken Shi Lang, these beautiful stars were reflected.

“Then what should we do?”

Duo Qi pondered long. He could sense Jia Ji’s words held no falsehood; only such a radical anomaly in him could make everything end.

“Not just this world—but others, perhaps many, many more… In short, I need your fists! The fists that wield the power and spirit of the Big Dipper!”

Jia Ji rose and addressed his three senior brothers together:

“Now. Fight me—with all your strength.”

New volume coming—time to switch styles (referring to the violent battle arc).

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(End of Chapter)