Chapter 303: Rock Is My Brother

In the endless sky, a massive void visible to the naked eye was embedded in the night heavens, its edges churning with thick clouds, countless winds and particles surging outward, while a brilliant, dazzling column of nuclear fire roared and exploded the instant it escaped Earth’s gravity.

Boom!! They tore open the sky!

A grand poem capable of destroying humanity was pushed beyond low Earth orbit before it could even begin to play, then slowly faded away in the cold, silent vacuum of space.

From five thousand kilometers away, gazing up at that sky, one could still see a magnificent, radiant sea of fire rolling across the upper atmosphere—a scene capable of erasing an entire civilization.

Over the Pacific, centered on them, nothing else remained within the horizon—only this shattered, funnel-like dome of sky, a terrifying mushroom cloud of fire towering tens of kilometers high, spiraling upward as it was sucked into the magnificent, glittering expanse of the stars and the bright Seven Stars of the Big Dipper.

“Wow… so magnificent!”

If this unprecedented spectacle hadn’t been created by his own hands, Jia Ji would have doubted whether he was still on Earth, feeling as if he’d stepped into the set of early Dragon Ball.

Right now, any one of them could go head-to-head with Master Roshi.

The four brothers, defying gravity, began to slowly descend; within hundreds of meters around them, it was as calm as the eye of a typhoon—calmer than any place on this planet. Neither temperature nor airflow stirred.

Hearing Jia Ji’s words, identical to his old style, Ken Shi Lang, Duo Qi, and Laozi exchanged glances and burst into laughter together.

“Still the same, huh…”

“Absolutely no progress!”

“Big Brother Jia Ji!”

Ken Shi Lang, now taller than him, stepped through the air, rushed to Jia Ji’s side, and after years apart, gave him a crushing hug.

“Welcome back!”

“Cough! Cough!”

Jia Ji barely broke free from his brother’s enthusiastic bear hug, using seven-tenths of his strength; those two muscular arms were even thicker than his own, their stellar power strong enough to send even a Luo Han reincarnate flying backward—he nearly had his ribs crushed.

If they were all naked, Jia Ji still had the edge in raw stats and performance, but these three still bore the lingering blessings of fate. Perhaps it was lucky his two older brothers held back—had they both charged in, he’d have been done for.

“Then… our battle should be over, right?”

Duo Qi smiled first, but as his gaze swept the surroundings, he sighed faintly, his eyes now tinged with pity and sorrow.

“It’s just… getting hotter and hotter.”

Due to the massive hole connecting to outer space, the surrounding air had thinned.

The seawater, under constant extreme heat, boiled like a pot of soup; countless fish, shrimp, and marine life that couldn’t escape died, and countless lives were vanishing.

The strategic nuclear warheads they destroyed had detonated within the atmosphere; though their aftermath fireballs never touched the ground, they continued heating Earth relentlessly.

If viewed from the Moon, one would see the blue-watered side facing it now speckled with fiery red dots, even the sky itself burning.

Global temperatures were rising by the second; climate was shifting violently—within a single day, extreme weather would erupt everywhere: snowcaps melting, sea levels rising, drowning most land and cities.

Before Earth could recover, all of humanity would have to endure true water-and-fire suffering, and countless tragedies would surely unfold in between.

Compared to total annihilation, this was already a future worth being proud of.

This was the best outcome the three brothers could achieve—they deserved to savor this victory, to embrace their own glory…

But Duo Qi couldn’t help wondering: could there have been a better way to resolve all this?

——“Hey, I’ve got another idea!”

The Century’s End Idea King, Jia Ji casually slung an arm around his second brother’s broad, sturdy shoulders and extended one finger.

“Uh… the blueprints for the weather control system are already ready. Even if those things developed by the Integrated Thought Entities might not work in this place full of ghosts and gods, at least it’s a plan—worth a try.”

With Duo Qi’s intellect, he instantly understood what Jia Ji meant by “weather control system”; his expression brightened slightly, but then he immediately thought of a new problem.

“But just blueprints…”

Clearly, none of these four had any talent for research; even Duo Qi, a special type trained in medicine to save the world, could fire lasers fine—but he couldn’t craft a weather control weapon from scratch.

Duo Qi frowned, hesitated, then immediately recalled one person: “I’m not skilled in this, but I have a student I studied with—his name is Amiba. He has great talent in scientific research; perhaps he could help…”

“Wait, who did you say?!”

Jia Ji couldn’t help interrupting—he’d just heard an unusually familiar name.

“Amiba. What’s wrong?”

Duo Qi asked, puzzled.

During his years of training, he’d accidentally saved the boy Amiba, who’d since clung to him. Though Amiba’s martial skill was mediocre—barely at the level of a Southern Dipper martial artist—his wild, inventive ideas often sparked inspiration in Duo Qi.

Moreover… he’d saved Amiba back then and allowed him to follow him because he’d been reminded of Jia Ji’s early days; both shared a certain quality… a sense they might fall into darkness, so he couldn’t abandon them.

But now, no worry remained—he could swear both Amiba and Jia Ji walked an utterly radiant path.

“Haha… I’d really like to meet him someday. I think we’d have plenty to talk about.”

Jia Ji couldn’t help smiling at the thought of Beet the Warrior Amiba, but since he’d proposed the idea, he’d already prepared himself.

“Who said we have to research it ourselves?—If those guys can craft ‘Heavenly Emperor’s Thunder,’ why can’t they make a weather control weapon? After all, it’s just a dumbed-down version provided by Xi, and with even a normal-level nation’s help, we could finish it before things get worst.”

Ken Shi Lang nodded. Though he didn’t fully understand, he trusted his brother Jia Ji—always had, always would.

“Help? Ridiculous!”

Laozi spotted the flaw.

In peacetime, it might not be hard—even with overwhelming force, coercion could work. But now? Different.

The electromagnetic disturbances from the thermonuclear reactions had swept across the entire planet in an instant, paralyzing all global communications and electronic devices. People could vaguely sense what had just happened here, but couldn’t receive accurate information.

They only knew that some individuals had used their invincible fists to halt the apocalypse—but due to magnetic chaos, all aircraft, radar, and communication equipment on the surface were affected; countless regions lost contact, the entire electronic system massively damaged, radar inoperable, communications severed.

Fear, confusion, dread—negative emotions spread rapidly. In this state, every nation experienced varying degrees of chaos; social order was shattered, and after launching nuclear weapons, each country’s leadership was surely undergoing coups.

Internal strife, external crisis.

Humanity was too busy saving itself.

How could they possibly find a place still capable of basic research when even communication couldn’t be restored?

So Laozi scoffed.

“If battle alone could save us, it’d be simple enough. But battle only brings endless destruction…” Duo Qi sighed.

“This is just the beginning. We just blew up one—there might be a second, a third… even the one-hundred-fourth ‘Heavenly Emperor’s Thunder’ waiting to launch…”

Though unlikely, Jia Ji never ruled out the worst-case scenario; all four of them were nearly exhausted now. Another round like that would kill them.

So only one path remained—the only method to achieve the best result in the shortest time:

——“World, I command you: unify now!”

Jia Ji radiated unprecedented confidence, his eyes filled with unshakable resolve, radiating intense power—he had returned to this world determined to solve everything.

“How?”

Laozi didn’t ask “Is it possible?”—a stupid question. He asked directly for the method. Though his face showed nothing, he, like the others, trusted his brother.

“Yes… how could it possibly be done?”

Duo Qi and Ken Shi Lang fell into deep thought. Even with power to rape the entire world, how could they possibly unify a fractured, warring, deeply divided world in such a short time?

No matter how hard they thought, they couldn’t figure it out—so they turned their gaze to Jia Ji, who raised an eyebrow and gave his chest a thoroughly untrustworthy thump.

“I, humble as I am, possess considerable talent in persuasion… no, in rhetoric. If I can make all six billion people hear my voice, they’ll surely understand.”

Total nonsense!

How could that possibly work?

There were over two hundred nations and regions, over two thousand ethnic groups, more than seven thousand languages—how could one man convince them all?

Even if Jia Ji’s rhetoric skills were maxed out and he threw out a hundred critical successes, no single language could make fragmented nations and ethnicities understand him—they weren’t Anunnaki’s god-made humans with a unified tongue enabling seamless communication.

“No… no, wait!”

Duo Qi suddenly looked up, lightning flashing through his mind, snapping out of his thoughts.

“There’s no unified language—but there *is* a way to make everyone understand each other’s hearts, to create resonance!”

The method that lets all people, regardless of borders, race, faith, region, or any other barrier, communicate freely and connect soul to soul—

Do you remember what Jia Ji told Master Dragon Fist before he left? A mysterious, profound smile appeared on his face as he revealed the final answer.

“It’s music!”

Music knows no borders!

Falling from tens of thousands of meters high, no matter how slowly time passed, the four brothers finally neared the ground.

They could see the expressions of the cheering, ecstatic crowds—the hot tears of strong men, the joyful sobs of beautiful girls, the relieved tears of their Master Dragon Fist, and the faces of long-lost acquaintances and strangers alike…

Though they longed to know what had happened to them, now was not the time for greetings or celebration.

Not yet.

Medicine, martial arts—conventional methods couldn’t save the end of the century.

Then take the third path.

Jia Ji reached out, gestured to the ground—and a massive horsehead fiddle, sized perfectly to Laozi’s frame, flew from behind his follower Lei Yi into his elder brother’s hands as if alive.

“So that’s what you meant…”

Laozi understood what Jia Ji intended to do.

Jia Ji knew that besides himself, none of his three peer-disciples had ever attended school—he himself had dropped out of high school… no formal education, but perfect for forming the “Northern Star Band.”

Was such fate mere coincidence?

If you had fifteen yuan and had to form a band to save the end of the century—go ahead.

“Listen up—I’ll assign roles: Duo Qi, you play bass; Ken Shi Lang, you play guitar; Laozi, just do your best with the horsehead fiddle… and me? I’ll be on drums!”

Ken Shi Lang’s thick eyebrows knotted in distress—he didn’t know how to play any instrument, let alone bass. In fact, except for Laozi, none of them had ever touched one.

But they weren’t just splashing swimmers, nor drifting leaves, nor even propellers churning water—they were something greater, stronger.

They were,

the invincible cultivators of Northern Star Fist!

They would surely unleash a colossal wave sweeping heaven and earth!

So even if this was their first time forming a band,

And it will be the strongest band on heaven and earth!

"Nonnon, listen up! Rock is the passion of elder brothers!"

"Lead singer? Don't worry—I already have someone in mind."

This twisted, fractured heart—I will restore it with an unpredictable fate-stage and an electrifying global live performance!

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right—it's time for a full-screen ultimate move!

The whole world, come on, come on! Come listen to my songs!! Watch as I use this music to destroy all who lack love, and fill the world with love!

Wild winds howled, thunder roared and lightning flashed.

Jia Ji's thunderous laughter echoed in everyone's ears; brilliant light flared anew across his body.

"Let us unleash our final requiem!!!"

(End of Chapter)