Chapter 566: The Soul Rebirth Band

The Qi Sea Dragon Transformation uses the qi sea to sense the yin-yang changes within spiritual energy, uniting them to transform the spiritual energy into a dragon-shaped life.

The key point of this technique is that it does not require one's own qi sea or dantian to activate the art; instead, it directly harnesses externally formed life from spiritual energy to unleash tremendous power, consuming neither physical strength nor spiritual energy.

As long as one's qi sea can perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, one can release it through mastery of the yin-yang transformation method.

And coincidentally.

All things born under heaven possess their own spirit; even peculiar flames are no exception.

Born between heaven and earth, transcending the Five Elements, they are inherently creatures of combustion nurtured by nature itself.

The Water Mirror Peak gathers numerous cave heavens and immortal treasures; coupled with Han Li's decades of diligent cultivation, various immortality herbs and ultimate treasures exhale the power of sun, moon, and stars, making the concentration of spiritual energy far more terrifying than even the celestial immortal mansions.

So the question arises.

What happens if you throw a fire into a wok of oil, or smoke in an oil field?

Su Lin: "."

Boiling, clinging, spreading—like a dream, in a chorus of lofty dragon roars, a ten-thousand-zhang fire dragon, burning through empty space, deeper and purer than all colors, slowly rose into the sky.

Upon each dragon's body, countless colors danced; each hue represented a peculiar flame, its power terrifying.

Peculiar flames from the Battle Qi Continent, combined with phoenix fire gathered from countless realms, light of illumination, Six Ding Divine Fire, Three Pure Fire, Nine Nether Filth Flame, Dao Fire—emitted waves capable of annihilating heaven and earth.

The fire dragon of Pan Chi Qiu Zhi unfurled its body; any substance was instantly obliterated, reduced to nothing—not even ash remained.

In the boundless expanse of heaven and earth, spiritual energy continued to be transformed by the peculiar flames into parts of the dragon's body.

As for whether the space within the "Heavenly Dao Library" could contain so many fire dragons—

It was already described as a ten-thousand-zhang fire dragon.

"Done?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan opened his arms, feeling the power far exceeding that of a Battle Emperor under his control; with a single thought, these fire dragons could explode entirely, unleashing the true power hidden within their bodies!

What his eyes saw was not the world, but endless burning peculiar flames—

The Infinite Fire Domain!

"It really works—I've done it!"

The Burning Scripture, the peculiar flames, and the Qi Sea Dragon Transformation fused into a new power; Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, immersed in it, did not notice—

A figure holding a sword, carried by a crowd, restrained by all manner of methods, yet steadfastly, step by step, walking toward him.

"So you've succeeded, Dao Yan?" Su Lin sneered, attempting to draw his sword, but the hilt of the King's Absolute Blade suppressed him with ten-thousand-jun thunder.

"Calm down! My sword—no, don't let that sword get stained with our group members' blood!" Meng Qi yanked the man's arm hard, his own feet dragging two furrows across the ground.

"Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's drunk, really—he's just drunk and acting like this!" Li Huowang's barrier space, forged from primordial qi, shattered layer by layer: "Brother Su! Give him a chance to live!!!"

Han Li glanced at the spot where his paper doll had burned, then at the part of the spiritual plants that had suffered collateral damage; after a moment's hesitation, he advised: "With the formation as a buffer, we can still salvage it."

The external defense mechanism of Water Mirror Peak was naturally impeccable, but this incident occurring internally was somewhat unexpected.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan was already in a half-drunk, unrestrained state, so he'd say anything and do anything; the moment the peculiar flames merged with the Qi Sea Dragon Transformation, the "Wangshu Pavilion"—Su Lin's Heavenly Dao Library and personal bedroom—was instantly vaporized.

Song Shuhang, who was nearby, was swept up too, but the subsequent energy waves were blocked by Yan Sen and Su Lin as they reacted.

Though this might sound impolite, Song Shuhang's destiny is so bizarrely strange that it's almost reassuring.

Ye Fan said: "Xiao Xiao is still here—uncle, give her father some dignity."

Su Lin froze, glancing at the little girl in her cradle, waving her arms under her mothers' care, boasting: "Dad is awesome!" "Dad is the strongest!"

Finally, he stopped, waved his hand, and turned the space into an inner universe, separate from the outside world, granting Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan time to continue his enlightenment and show off before others.

"I've noted down the destruction of limited-edition figurines and posters."

"So the manual isn't the important thing after all?!"

Should one say Yan Sen's cheat technique is too cheap, or that Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's peculiar flames are too perfectly compatible—or perhaps the "Dan Fire Refining the Cosmos Method" he took from Su Lin played a role, allowing Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's accumulated efforts to finally erupt.

In old-school novels, this would be the classic plot where drinking leads to sudden enlightenment and leveling up; here, there should be sounds of shock and astonishment as accompaniment.

"Song Shuhang died again?!"

"Absolutely inhumane."

"Should we pull him out?"

"Forget it—the law-infused peculiar flames burn too fiercely."

"Hope his resurrection artifact still works—he bought two hundred last week on the guild's ledger."

The group gathered around the "bonfire," singing and dancing; inside the bonfire, Song Shuhang, during each resurrection moment, struck various poses attempting to struggle.

Since it was a cheap, practical fixed-location resurrection artifact, every time Song Shuhang respawned, he instantly vaporized, leaving only a frozen image of his pose within sight.

"Is it fine to leave him alone?" Lu Mu Yuan watched Song Shuhang vaporize once more.

"Treat it as a fixed event of the banquet—you'll get used to it," Lu Mingfei yawned. "This time he died more often—I wonder if his resurrection artifact has enough charges left."

New group members still worried about Song Shuhang's safety; veteran members were already placing bets with the Jiuzhou No. 1 Group cultivators on how many times Song Shuhang would resurrect.

"Bro, —

Don't you feel pain?"

Huai Shi was playing the cello, watching this hellish scene, nearly playing a wrong note that would have unleashed the Death Melody of the Disaster Musician.

The final note faded, a gentle, flowing melody slowly spreading through the air, leaving behind only the beauty and companionship of golden bygone years.

He bowed elegantly to the audience, then put away the borrowed cello.

"So amazing."

The girl's eyes filled with tears, as if returning from the beauty of the past to reality; her heartfelt praise made Huai Shi smile proudly.

Tony Stark wiped the moisture from the corner of his eye with the heel of his right hand, his throat bobbing as he clapped without restraint: "Excellent. Truly."

He seemed to glimpse the nearly nonexistent warmth of his childhood; Howard Stark's image from the faded photograph reappeared vividly in his mind.

"Interested in performing in New York?"

"Fifty percent chance of death is too high."

In a short time, many unexpected events occurred, but since arriving here, the changes and people he encountered gave Huai Shi a growing sense of anticipation for the future.

After all, there seemed to be many thick, highly valuable legs to cling to, giving one the feeling that they could grab hold.

"Master, do you have time?"

What a huge bald head.

Only when Huai Shi noticed the scarred marks on the bald scalp did he realize the man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket was a monk, not some death metal-style biker.

"Pardon the interruption, I am a monk of the Battle Buddha Sect, Zao Hua Fa Wang."

Seeing Huai Shi show no reaction upon hearing his name, Zao Hua Fa Wang exhaled in relief and said:

"I am also a musician. To be honest, in one fleeting moment during your performance of the D-major variation, I was certain you were the crucial missing piece our band needed!"

"Please, you must join us. With you, our performances will surely reach deep into the souls of every listener on the stage of the myriad worlds!"

Band?

Although it was worth celebrating that a musician appreciated his skill, Huai Shi feared his classical style would clash terribly with the rock music market.

"Master Fa Wang, I only play the cello—I couldn't perform many pieces even if I held a concert."

Huai Shi had no intention of crossing over to perform, for he still had many things to do, and he hadn't even finished reading the plotlines within the Book of Fate.

"Art knows no world, no instrument, no composition—only the soul's elevation and the cleansing of worldly noise are the true meaning of music!"

Zao Hua Fa Wang spoke with great excitement: "Please consider it—our band prides itself on stylistic inclusiveness."

From your grand electro-temple rock style, it's clear the Battle Buddha Sect is also an inclusive sect.

"Besides," Zao Hua Fa Wang glanced around the surroundings before saying, "the other two vocalists are adorable—won't you at least consider it?"

Forming a band with adorable young ladies from another world sounded youthful and deeply appealing—and indeed, it truly was youthful and appealing.

But no, something felt off.

Huai the man who reads the Spring and Autumn Annals—how could he be swayed by such things?

"Inside are ten intermediate-level resurrection artifacts—my gift to you, Master," Zao Hua Fa Wang pulled out a storage bag from his robe and handed it to Huai Shi.

"Our band is deeply loved by audiences; after every concert, they leave behind many donated artifacts and resources.

Most of these are unused resurrection artifacts—I believe this symbolizes how our performances bring rebirth to our listeners, so we renamed ourselves the Soul Rebirth Band."

"No need to be polite—it's merely a small extra gain after a single performance."

Zao Hua Fa Wang was strong and enthusiastically shoved the gift into Huai Shi's hands; it was hard to imagine how a monk could understand human social customs so well.

But there was no choice—last time, the skeleton companion named Brook nearly got transmuted into scattered bones during rehearsal, so we had to find a living person.

"..." Huai Shi stood frozen for a long while.

Are resurrection artifacts in other worlds that abundant?!

"Master, how about trying it at our next performance?"

"Then... I'll try it..."

Watching Zao Hua Fa Wang leave with great delight, Huai Shi still felt it wasn't real.

To save a world on the brink of destruction and restore the glory of the Heavenly Lineage, he had ultimately taken the path of becoming an idol.

"Is music very profitable in other worlds?" Huai Shi asked, turning back with the storage bag, only to see Lu Mingfei wiping sweat, a flicker of horror in his eyes.

"That band is—" Lu Mingfei began, when suddenly a hand landed without warning on Huai Shi's shoulder.

"You joined the Soul Rebirth Band?" Su Lin said, surprised.

"My friend Song Shuhang's partner, Yu Rouzi, is a loyal fan of your band—I'm looking forward to your performance. But I suggest you buy insurance from the Ye Zhetian Corporation first."

Huai Shi nodded, then asked blankly: "Why buy insurance?"

"During performances, within the first thirty seconds, some irrational fanatics occasionally make aggressive moves," Su Lin vaguely brushed past the topic, turning to Homura Akemi:

"After this ends, I can help you seal those memories, and return them to you when you next travel to another world."

"But your current form has already resonated slightly with the Law of Cycles, so..."

"It's uncertain whether it will work."

All feasts must end; the bonfire was nearly out—if it didn't die out soon, Su Lin planned to extinguish it for him.

"This might sound a bit presumptuous," Homura Akemi asked, "could I stay here for a while?"

She longed to live with everyone from Misaki Town, but she didn't want to see Homura continue exhausting herself.

What had once been an easy decision now, with this slight turn of fate, became as hesitant and indecisive as ever.

"Don't be shy—here—"

The moment Su Lin spoke, Lu Mingfei's mind flashed a phrase:

—'Are you going to be a coward your whole life, or a hero for one second?'

"My house is pretty big."

Lu Mingfei and Huai Shi spoke in unison.

They stared at each other, their blank expressions asking: What are you thinking?

"Ahem," Huai Shi cleared his throat and explained: "The Huai Manor is spacious, and Master Fang takes good care of people—don't worry, I'm usually working for the Astronomical Society, so the rooms are all empty!"

"My girlfriend's family is big too—Genji Weight," Lu Mingfei said.

Huai Shi froze, then asked: "Did you kill Herzog?"

"No, I gave it to Jiang Nan."

"I mean—I'm a married man. It's safer for Xiao Yuan to stay with me."

Lu Mingfei realized he'd slipped again and quickly corrected: "Tokyo has so many otaku, no one notices anything unusual."

"But wouldn't it be the same if she stayed at Shuijing Peak or Zhou Mingrui's apartment?" Su Lin asked, puzzled.

Precisely because of your suspicious presence, it's different.

"Aren't you entering the Cycle Space to complete a mission tomorrow?"

Su Lin, puzzled, said: "I could leave a projection behind in this world; Teacher Yan Sen's side is also safe enough for this—there's no need to argue about it, is there?"

"True, you reminded me—I'd forgotten." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

As the two conversed, they failed to notice that Huai Shi's eyes had grown hazy and vacant.

Isn't this supposed to be a chat group from a present-world literary work?

Why are these two talking about infinite stream topics?

"I'm sorry to trouble everyone," said Madoka with a hint of apology. "I no longer have the power of a Magical Girl, yet you still worry about my safety."

"No, no, no—that's not what I meant," Lu Mingfei hastily waved his hands, nearly forgetting that Madoka was a girl who often felt inferior:

"It's just that some worlds really are unsafe, full of risks."

He tried to explain, but realized he'd circled back again; seeing Madoka lower her head, Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of a few words.

'I'm such a bastard!'

Su Lin suddenly spoke up: "Aren't Magical Girl powers available everywhere?"

Huh?!

"Wait a moment—I'll check where Shi Weng is hiding."

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