Chapter 407: Continuation 4

A lively voice, with rapid footsteps, came from the carriage junction!

Jizi's hand twitched, and the coffee in the cup almost spilled.

She spun around sharply, and Pam instantly straightened up!

San Yue Qi burst into the Observation Carriage, pink hair a bit disheveled, cheeks flushed from running, but that sunny smile blossomed on her face without a hint of gloom.

"Xiaosanyue…?"

Jizi could hardly believe her eyes.

She just… appeared? No warning?

"It's me! I'm back!"

San Yue Qi ran to Jizi and Pam, hands on hips, panting but eyes sparkling, "Ah, finally found you two! Where are Uncle Yang and Xing? Teacher Dan Heng isn't here either? Are you all okay?"

Jizi set down the CoffeeCup, hurried forward, carefully examined San Yue Qi, confirming she was completely unharmed, even more spirited than before.

No injuries, no fatigue.

She reached out, forcefully pulling San Yue Qi into her arms, hugging tightly.

"Ji— Jizi aunt?"

San Yue Qi was a bit dazed by the hug, but could feel Jizi's arm trembling slightly and the emotions nearly overflowing.

Her heart softened, she calmed down, returned the embrace, whispering, "Sorry for making you worry… I don't know what happened, I suddenly ended up in a strange place, and so many things happened…"

Pam also lunged forward, clutching San Yue Qi's leg, voice trembling with tears: "San Yue Qi passenger! Where did you run to, Pa! Pam and Jizi passenger are so worried about your Pa!"

"Alright, alright, I'm fine!"

San Yue Qi patted Jizi's back, then bent down to rub Pam's head, "What exactly happened… uh, it's a long story, super—long! We'll tell Uncle Yang and the others when they return! Promise it's exciting!"

Jizi released her, her eyes slightly reddened, but her face regained its usual gentleness, though a lingering fear remained in her eyes.

She carefully smoothed San Yue Qi's disheveled hair, wiped the dust from her temple, her voice a bit hoarse: "Good to be back. Next time… don't disappear like that suddenly."

"Mm! I promise!" San Yue Qi nodded vigorously, her smile bright as usual.

Perspective shift.

In the pure white System Space center, Heimu stood before a floating control panel, her ash‑gray long hair draped smoothly over her shoulders, her violet‑black eyes scanning the screen intently.

【Golden Descendant Status Overview】

Xi Lian: liberated. Status: active.

Ke Xia: liberated. Status: stable.

Ti Bao: liberated. Status: stable.

Bai E: not liberated. Status: sealed.

"Only one left."

Heimu murmured to herself, her fingertip brushing the flashing red warning beside Bai E's name, "Efficiency's decent."

It seems those old people from Past World Paradise, after adapting to the new environment, are progressing faster than expected.

"System, how's the Data Collection on Fenfeng?"

She recalled the Extinction Great Lord she had thrown to spar with Bai E.

That was a rare high‑grade sample.

【System】: Fenfeng voluntarily exited the simulated combat scene 2 hours 47 minutes ago.

Data Collection progress: 42.3%.

"Oh? Only 42%?"

Heimu slightly raised an eyebrow, "Given Fenfeng's combat and rank, I thought we could collect more."

【System】: Analyzing cause:

1. Fenfeng's stature is too high; its power structure has a natural barrier, limiting conventional data replication efficiency.

2. The target seemed to notice non‑combat recording behavior in the environment around round 178, actively tightening its information control.

3. Its departure was autonomous; the simulated scene couldn't force it to stay.

"Noticed? Reaction was pretty quick."

Heimu wasn't surprised.

None of the Extinction Great Lords are fools, especially ones like Fenfeng who specialize in combat; their environmental sensitivity is likely higher.

"Fine, 42% is enough. Load the collected Fenfeng data, together with the previous Beloberg and Xianzhou Luofu character data packs, and start core repair calculations."

【System】: Command confirmed. Loading data packs: Fenfeng (42.3%), Beloberg (completion 88%), Xianzhou Luofu (completion 65%). Beginning Fusion calculation, repairing core damage…

On the control panel, the progress bar representing Repair Degree began to climb slowly.

The number jumped from 45.7%, accelerating, as if absorbing data fragments from different worlds, destinies, and wills, turning them into nourishment for self‑repair.

46%… 49%… 53%… 58%…

Finally, the number steadied at 60.1%.

Permission level increased!

A solidified sense of power flowed through Heimu's being.

She lightly clenched her fist, feeling the data streams flickering at her fingertips.

"It's okay."

She evaluated, "Slightly better than expected; looks like Fenfeng's 42% data is high quality."

At that moment, the main screen automatically switched, and the System Prompt Sound rang out:

【System】: Prompt: The final Golden Descendant "Bai E" liberation program has been actively triggered by Past World Paradise.

Simulated battlefield construction completed.

Challenger: Kevin (Yingjie Chief).

Observation mode has been activated, the barrage system connected.

"Oh? Kevin personally went up?"

Heimu took an interest, sat down on a soft-looking sofa in Pure White Space, and casually lifted the perpetually warm drink from the small side table and took a sip.

On the screen, the scene unfolded.

The sky was a oppressive dull yellow, without sun, moon, or stars.

The ground was covered with cracked fissures, its original texture indiscernible, and in the distance vague, sharp black rocks, like broken great swords, pointed toward the sky.

At the battlefield's center stood an iceberg exuding a chilling aura.

Within the iceberg, a faint frozen figure could be seen.

Kevin stood on a relatively flat black rock slab not far from the iceberg.

His posture was upright; his white short hair and ice-blue eyes stood out sharply against the dull yellow backdrop, and felt especially cold.

He wore the distinctive combat uniform, his expression serious, his gaze was tightly Lock onto the iceberg core.

What he was looking at was not merely ice, but the being sealed within—bearing the name "Salvation" like him, yet walking a completely different, even more extreme and Despair path... a counterpart.

The air was so stagnant it seemed solid.

Suddenly, inside the iceberg, at the chest of the frozen figure, a speck of violet‑black light faintly glowed.

At first the light was needle‑point sized, yet it carried a heart‑pounding taste of Destruction.

"Crack."

The subtle cracking sound rang sharply in the dead silence.

Centered on that violet‑black point, the resilient ice surface spread spiderweb‑like fissures.

The fissures spread rapidly, not exploding outward but melting inward.

The ice, upon touching the violet‑black light, melted silently as if snow thrown into boiling fire.

The melting speed accelerated, and the iceberg's volume shrank dramatically.

In just a few breaths, the outer solid ice vanished completely, revealing the true form of the sealed one.

It was a figure suspended in midair.

Its dull gray‑white short hair hung messily, the tips burning with fine violet‑black Flames.

He was naked, his upper body defined by clear lines; his skin was a pale that had not seen light for ages, yet his chest, arms, and back were covered with intricate violet‑black patterns, like a living seal or a crack from overflowing power.

Most striking were the tattered wings on his back: the left wing retained only two‑thirds, the right was nearly half missing, and violet‑black light particles constantly drifted from the edges.

His face was shrouded in the shadow of hanging hair, revealing only a pair of open violet eyes.

That violet was not pure; it resembled countless shattered mirrors reflecting dim specks that had lost all emotion and hope.

In his hand he grasped a grotesque Dark-colored Great Sword, its blade taller than a person, the edge not sharp but resembling a blunt heavy execution tool.

As he fully manifested, the countless Bai E corpses below, piled like a mountain and resembling his form—some whole, some broken—seemed summoned, rapidly dissolving into a roiling violet‑black sea of Flames.

The Flame sea illuminated his suspended figure and also reflected Kevin's ice‑blue eyes opposite.

The atmosphere was taut to the extreme.

The two Salvations, separated by the Flame sea and the cold air, faced each other in silent standoff.