Chapter 135: Born for This Era, Towering Above All

The world has always been unjust: before the revival of Qi, it divided humanity into different tiers based on innate talent, family background, and wealth, leaving many to spend their entire lives unable to reach the starting point of others.

After the revival of Qi, this did not change.

The powerful remained powerful, the wealthy remained wealthy; yet on this foundation, they were further divided into those who awakened psychic abilities, those who obtained celestial treasures, and ordinary people.

Among those who awakened psychic abilities and those who possessed celestial treasures, they were ranked into third, sixth, and ninth grades according to the level of their awakened abilities and the strength of the treasures they obtained.

Thus emerged figures like Gu Che, Lu Jing, Shen Mo, and Lin Ruoxi.

Yet even this was not enough for Heaven; to Its eyes, these prodigies whom ordinary mortals revered were utterly mediocre. Dissatisfied, It forged beings like Ye Xuan.

Within less than ten days of acquiring the Celestial Role Template, he autonomously comprehended the Royal Sword Intent; within mere months, he surpassed the template itself, wielding power that towered above it.

He later gained the recognition of the Fire Light Stone from the Armor Warriors world, enabling him to summon the Flame Dragon Armor; in just a few months since the revival of Qi, he had already reached the sixth tier—something many in the future would never dare dream of.

Even in Da Xia, a nation that does not worship deities, an increasing number of people now dared to call him “God.”

He was too strong—not merely in power, but in talent and fortune—as if he had been born for this era.

If, in the future, one human among all others were to become the “omniscient and omnipotent” deity as mortals understand it, that one would surely be Ye Xuan.

Previously, humanity’s understanding of Ye Xuan’s strength came mostly from the internet; now, standing on the battlefield, they finally understood the true extent of his power.

The spectral image of the Azure Dragon standing in the sky exuded an overwhelming pressure that seemed ready to crush all beneath it—no mutated creature dared resist, and an incomprehensible force slew countless mutated beasts in an instant.

To witness it with one’s own eyes was far more shocking than seeing it on a video.

Time flowed slowly through the bloodstained smoke.

Fear spread through the beast horde.

Under Ye Xuan’s strike, even mutated creatures outside the range felt the threat of death; no matter what they had been doing a second before—biting, roaring, fighting—they froze in place.

Their muscles tensed, pupils contracted, and low whimpers escaped their throats by instinct.

Then—they fled.

Without hesitation, without resistance, without a single moment of doubt, they all followed their primal animal instincts and made the only correct choice.

Claws tore through rubble, scales scraped against ruins, massive bodies crashed forward like mad things, trampling one another, even breaking the spines of their own kind, all to put greater distance between themselves and that figure.

The battlefield fell suddenly silent.

The soldiers from the Tian Shu Bureau who had come to reinforce gripped their weapons tightly, yet had no target left to strike; some gazed around in confusion, as if unable to believe the battle was already over.

Some slowly knelt to the ground, trembling fingers brushing over their fallen comrades’ cold bodies; others simply stood frozen, watching the backs of the mutated beasts vanish beyond the ruins.

It was over.

The battle in Qingshan County had ended completely at this moment.

As the final cleanup began, the shelter’s gates slowly rose; survivors, supporting one another, stepped out of the dim underground space. Their eyes, still unaccustomed to the blinding morning light, greedily gazed up at the long-lost sky.

Though only a single night had passed, for those within the shelter, it felt like a year.

Gu Che, Shen Mo, and Lin Ruoxi did not participate in the aftermath.

They walked to Ye Xuan’s side, standing behind him, watching the eastern horizon brighten with dawn; the morning wind carried the scent of smoke across their clothes.

“Did Su Mengyao tell you?”

After a long silence, Gu Che suddenly spoke.

The communication network in Qingshan County had been deliberately severed; outside the Tian Shu Bureau, no one else knew what had happened here.

The network was locked to prevent unnecessary panic, to keep citizens in other cities from falling into fear of mutated creatures, and to stop those in the shelters from being swayed by online emotions into reckless actions.

As for avoiding blame or shielding themselves from responsibility—that was even less likely.

After all, every member of the Qingshan County Tian Shu Bureau had died in battle; who could possibly take responsibility?

Upon receiving the request for aid from Qingshan County, the Yunshan City Tian Shu Bureau immediately dispatched a psychic team; after receiving further requests for reinforcement, they sent additional personnel to Qingshan County—they had done nothing wrong.

Everyone had simply underestimated the strength of the third-tier mutated creatures in this beast tide.

By the time reinforcements arrived, Qingshan County had already fallen.

Even so, the director of Yunshan City’s bureau would still bear responsibility—and must bear it.

So Gu Che was merely curious.

Curious how Ye Xuan knew what had happened in Qingshan County.

He even suspected it might not have been Su Mengyao who told him.

Because, according to what Director Wang Shouguo of the Imperial Capital Tian Shu Bureau had once told him about Zhong Lao’s views on mutated creatures, Zhong Lao did not wish for overly powerful forces to rush in and suppress them at the first sign of a beast tide.

Excessive protection hinders the growth of civilization; just as parents who always shield their children from wind and rain prevent them from ever learning to walk.

A nation is no different.

If even the nation itself relies on the protection of a single individual, then what do its people truly believe in—the nation itself, or that one person?

A deity above the nation—Zhong Lao did not wish that person to be himself, nor did he wish it to be Ye Xuan.

The Deep Sea King of Bi Bo City truly required the intervention of someone like him or Ye Xuan; but a beast tide like the one in Qingshan County should have been handled by third-tier psychics like themselves.

Death is painful, yes—but those who survive carry the will of the dead and grow stronger; if every crisis is resolved by another powerful figure, then Da Xia will never truly grow.

Wang Shouguo shared this exact view with Zhong Lao.

So he did not wish to rely on Ye Xuan’s power to quell the battle in Qingshan County; Su Mengyao might have known what happened there, but she might not have told Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where a single ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the earth.

(End of Chapter)