2026-04-12 09:00:16The air inside the Dawn Palace did not smell of incense or the iron tang of blood anymore. It smelled of static, ozone, and something dry—like the scent of ancient parchment being ground into dust.
Li Feng stood in the center of the Grand Strategem Hall, but the floor beneath his boots was no longer solid jade. It flickered. For a heartbeat, the intricate carvings of dragons and suns would be there, and in the next, they would dissolve into a chaotic slurry of white geometric lin
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Chapter 68 The Boiling Abyss
Tekanan di kedalaman Great Eastern Sea tidak lagi terasa seperti pelukan air yang dingin, melainkan cengkeraman raksasa yang berusaha meremukkan setiap inci tulang di tubuh Li Feng. Di bawah sana, di sisa-sisa reruntuhan Sunken Cradle yang agung, kegelapan abadi yang biasanya tenang telah berubah menjadi medan perang termal yang kacau. Cahaya perak-ungu dari Shroud yang menyelimuti planet di atas sana tidak mampu menembus hingga ke palung ini, menyisakan Li Feng hanya dengan sisa-sisa pendaran emas dari Ancient Yang Core-nya yang mulai meredup.Li Feng meluncur menembus kolom air yang semakin panas. Setiap meter ia turun, suhu air meningkat secara eksponensial. Ia bisa merasakan keringat mengalir di balik pakaian tempurnya, yang segera menguap menjadi gelembung-gelembung udara karena panas yang dipancarkan oleh tubuhnya sendiri. Ancient Yang Core di dadanya berdenyut liar, bereaksi terhadap anomali di bawah sana dengan frekuensi yang menyakitkan.
Chapter 67 The Weight of the Furnace
The air in the Dragon’s Throat didn't just feel cold; it felt like a hungry, living vacuum that aimed to steal the very concept of warmth from the human soul. Within the central sanctum of the Sun-Guard’s newly forged citadel, the only light came from the rhythmic, agonizing pulse of the Sovereign’s Throne. It was an altar of hammered obsidian and star-iron, etched with thousands of micro-runes that acted as a planetary siphon.Li Feng sat atop the jagged seat, his spine pressed against the cold metal, his arms resting on armrests that felt like they were made of frozen teeth. He had been in this position for nineteen hours. The Ancient Yang Core in his chest was no longer a roaring furnace of cosmic fire; it was a labored, stuttering heartbeat. He could feel his essence being pulled out through the pores of his skin, channeled down through the throne’s base and into the miles of star-iron conduits that ran like veins through the mountain’s crust.He was the world’s only heater. If he
Chapter 66 - The Demon Queen’s Bargain
The Logic-Frost was no longer a weather condition; it was a hungry, sentient silence that had begun to rewrite the laws of thermodynamics.Li Feng lay suspended in the threshold between existence and erasure. His body, once a forge of white-gold fire, was now a landscape of cooling lavender obsidian. The frost didn’t just sit on his skin; it grew like a crystalline fungus, forming perfect geometric cubes that hummed with a soul-chilling violet frequency. Every breath he drew was a victory of sheer will over the vacuum.In the center of his chest, the Black Rose—the physical manifestation of the Scythe’s harvest—was in full, horrific bloom. Its petals were shards of solidified nothingness, drinking the last of his warmth. But where the shadow-logic should have found total victory, a thin, stubborn vein of liquid gold was beginning to lace through the obsidian petals. The Sovereign was not dead, but he was no longer entirely human. He was a glitch
Chapter 65 - The Frozen Dawn
The silence was the first thing to die. It was replaced by the sound of a world shattering, not from a blow, but from the weight of absolute, lightless zero.The darkness that had swallowed the Dragon Peaks was not the gentle velvet of a summer night. It was a suffocating, oily shroud that tasted of pulverized stars and the metallic tang of a dying god. High above, the Great Scythe continued its rhythmic, agonizing feast, the translucent capillaries of the geometric comet still pulsing with the stolen gold of the sun. The three pale white suns that had briefly promised a new era were now nothing more than grey cinders, blind eyes staring down at a planet that had forgotten how to breathe.Li Feng lay on the lavender glass of the plateau, his cheek pressed against the freezing obsidian. He could hear the mountain groaning beneath him, the tectonic plates settling as the internal heat of the world withdrew into its core, hiding from the reaper in the sky. Every breath Li
Chapter 64 - The Scythe’s First Strike
The transition was a violent, multi-dimensional shearing that felt like being flayed by a billion microscopic razors.When the Aethelgard and the five hundred iron-clads of the Crimson Fleet finally punched through the return-rift into Sector 7-G, the expected sensory overload—the roar of the Dragon Peaks’ winds, the scent of mountain pine, the blinding gold of the high-noon sun—never came. Instead, the fleet emerged into a silence so absolute it felt like a physical blow.Li Feng stood at the prow of the lead iron-clad, his fingers digging into the cold, lead-plated railing. His white-starlight hair, usually vibrant with solar static, hung limp against his shoulders. The orange glow of the Red Sand Sector was gone, replaced not by the familiar blue of his home world, but by an ink-black void so thick it seemed to swallow the very light of the ships' engines."Where is it?" Malakor’s voice boomed from the communications array, though even
Chapter 63 - The Red Sand Sector
The descent of the throne was not a movement of physics, but a crushing weight of history. As Vaelen-Ra—the First Anomaly, the Coward-King, the Architect—lowered himself toward the glass plateau, the very air in Li Feng’s lungs began to turn into solid geometry. The Dragon Peaks were no longer screaming; they were being silenced, the ancient stone dissolving into a sterile, white wireframe as Vaelen’s "Managed Peace" overwritten the reality of the world.Li Feng stood before his ancestor, the True Sun Blade screaming in his grip. The white-gold fire of the sword lashed out, desperate to carve through the stifling logic field, but for every inch of ground Li Feng gained, the weight of Vaelen’s presence pushed him back three."You cannot win here, Feng," Lin Yue rasped, her voice a fragile echo in the psychic storm. Her eyes, still shimmering with the remnants of the Memory Flare, were wide with a terrifying clarity. "He is the Source. He ow
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