Chapter 260: At the End of the Century, Rise Up!

Listening to Master Longquan's explanation of where his fellow disciples had gone, Jia Ji, who had just returned from the Moon Capital, wore an expression of sudden understanding.

No wonder I didn't see a single soul when I came back—they're all off for the Opening, this is just too…

"Gives power, gives power..."

After all, Master Longquan was right in front of him; even if he wanted to laugh, he had to hold it in, so he could only express his joy through this repeated phrase.

Jia Ji dropped the mountain-sized pile of lunar specialty goods from his body—with a thud, the several-ton package smashed a shallow depression into the ground.

"Come on, come on."

Like Doraemon, he pulled out hundreds of moon peaches—thin-skinned, thick-fleshed—and presented them like treasures to the two elderly men past their sixties.

Aside from that, these were the most abundant things in the Moon Capital, yet even the Moon people treated them as daily food—who knows what anti-aging or vitality-boosting effects they might have?

Perfect for strengthening Master Longquan, who was old and frail.

Naturally, besides the peaches, the package also contained a modified motorcycle brought from the Moon Capital, specially adapted for Earth's environment into an "Atomic Iron Horse" usable within the atmosphere, capable of breaking the sound barrier even on land.

And a few other small items—useful tools that might come in handy later.

Seeing Jia Ji appear silently like a ghost, his body no longer crippled, Qiu Kai was left speechless, his mouth twisted.

"Th-this…"

Compared to his shock, Master Longquan's expression shifted slightly—he stepped forward and seized his disciple's arm.

"You…"

After carefully sensing, Master Longquan seemed to faintly hear a crisp snap…

That was the sound of his inner calm breaking.

Just a trip outside—not only did his arm grow back, but he'd broken through again?

"Yeah, I accidentally broke through."

Jia Ji's expression was calm, his demeanor natural, his voice and tone unchanged, just as ordinary as always—as if saying, "So what? Isn't it always like this?"

He let Master Longquan's face shift from serenity to twitching, revealing nothing of the several beatings he'd endured in the other world.

That infuriatingly insolent look drove Master Longquan to punch his head.

Boom—

With that light but solid punch, something invisible seemed to shatter.

Heavy sounds vibrated through the air, then gales surged up; soon, the entire sky was choked with dark clouds, pitch black, not a finger's breadth visible.

Large raindrops fell from the heavens; soon, the drops grew denser, finally becoming a torrential downpour.

A flash of white light pierced the sky, and distant thunder rolled slowly—light flooded the heavens, seven colossal stars nearly touching the earth.

At the same moment, across the globe.

…

Look up.

Many looked up.

Countless people looked up.

Even the Superhuman Fist Masters looked up.

Gazing at the unmistakable anomaly in the sky.

Yet they did not understand what was happening to this Earth.

Countless voices layered upon each other, merging into an indescribable mass, descending with overwhelming force.

A vast stretch of crust in the Pacific trembled violently; billions of tons of seawater surged into superwaves over ten meters high, becoming a tsunami.

But before it struck coastal cities and became a terrifying disaster killing countless humans, the water began to reverse under invisible force, forming vortices kilometers in diameter, calmly drawing inward.

Tornadoes descended upon distant deserts, whipping up dust storms stronger than any ever recorded in human history, gradually blowing away all sand to reveal a corner of ancient architecture.

Mountain ranges rose and fell as if breathing; continental shelves trembled slightly; countless earthquakes triggered magma surges from tunnels, which later solidified into new formations.

Afterwards, every nation—including Dongguo, Nihon, Southeast Asia, and Eurasia—immediately tallied casualties, only to find that the cataclysm, which should have turned the world into a wasteland in an instant, had harmed almost no one.

"Aieeeee… H-how is this possible?"

Countless people cried out in astonishment.

Aside from property damage, the most severely affected were each nation's deep-well nuclear test sites.

And various coastal military bases—Okinawa, Yokosuka, Guam—all bore hundreds of massive dents, as if punched by giant fists.

Like a warning from heaven.

Satellites from both Eastern and Western superpowers simultaneously detected a distortion spreading outward from an island on the East Asian continent.

The vitality of all things in heaven and earth seemed to have grown stronger.

Every living being, after today, felt an inexplicable urge—a longing, pumping from the heart.

Yet they did not yet know what that urge truly was.

The world began to change before the prophesied day of 1999.

…

"Master Longquan, you—you—you've been hiding this?"

Jia Ji, dashing into Taisheng Hall to take shelter from the rain, asked with his scalp prickling—even without looking, he could sense changes in the world, but the timing was too coincidental…

As if his master's punch just now had shattered the sky, triggering the world's spiritual energy revival.

"Of course not me…"

Master Longquan stared fixedly at his disciple, exhaled slowly, tears of scalding heat welling uncontrollably in his eyes, his voice trembling…

"The world has changed because of you."

A beam of white light struck down from the heavens, splitting the darkness apart; at the boundary between dark and light, Jia Ji's face was revealed.

If world leaders heard someone claim such a terrifying cataclysm was caused by a single person, they would never believe it.

But the powerful Fist Masters who cultivated diligently could faintly sense that, in that instant, an unimaginably strong being had appeared in heaven and earth.

Silence followed.

"I think it's time we talked about how to bring true peace to the world…"

Jia Ji regained his composure, no longer laughing or joking, his expression serious.

He had dared to travel to the Eastern World to aid Bayun Zi because he knew time flowed far faster there—even if he spent months there, only days would pass here.

He had his reasons: the Egyptians took fifty days to fight Dio's gang; his lunar war had already been lightning-fast. If the world destroyed itself with nuclear war within these few days, then so be it—fate had spoken.

But now it seemed "the world" and "fate" stood on his side.

"Let's talk about our world."

It's time to formulate the final strategy for the end of the century!

(End of Chapter)