2026-05-13 09:00:52The descent into the valley of the Red Stone mines was a journey through a graveyard that had forgotten how to stay dead. As the carriage—a modest star-iron construct powered by the lingering resonance of the planetary ley-lines—creaked down the winding mountain pass, Li Feng leaned his forehead against the cool mercury-glass window. The jagged, rust-colored cliffs that had once been the boundaries of his entire universe now looked smaller, stripped of the terrifying majesty they
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Chapter 98 The Return of the Scythe
The sharp, crystalline crack echoing from Li Feng’s forearm silenced the jubilant roar of the amphitheater as effectively as a void-well. For a heartbeat that stretched into an eternity, the only sound was the frantic, melodic chirping of the silver dragonling as she fluttered her mercury-scaled wings, sensing the sudden, violent shift in the atmosphere. Li Feng stared down at his wrist, his breath hitching in a chest that had grown accustomed to the rhythmic, muted thrumming of a man. A single, hairline fracture had split the matte-black ink of the Sovereign’s Shackle, and through that microscopic abyss, a thread of solar-white fire—viscous, ancient, and impossibly hot—leaked into the air.It wasn't the volatile, destructive fire of the Great Harvest. It was the planet’s own pulse, a tectonic response to Li Xuan’s successful awakening that had acted like a hammer against his spiritual cage."Feng-ge?" Yin
Chapter 97 The Golden Age
The mountain breeze cascading through the jagged obsidian ridges of the Dragon’s Throat no longer carried the ozone-heavy scent of siphoned life or the soul-chilling static of the Great Scythe’s approach. Instead, it was sweet—impossibly sweet—redolent with the perfume of blooming silver lilies and the crisp, clean aroma of thawing pine needles. Li Feng stood upon the edge of the observation deck, his hands resting lightly on a railing of cool star-iron. For the first time in his life, he wasn't looking at the horizon to see if the sky was bleeding. He was simply watching the way the afternoon light caught the rhythmic ripples of the Great Eastern Sea far below, turning the indigo water into a sheet of hammered gold.He looked down at his forearms, where the sleeves of his simple charcoal-grey robes were rolled back. The Sovereign’s Shackle—the intricate, matte-black tattoos of Abyssal ink—remained a permanent fixture of
Chapter 96 The Message to Andromeda
The obsidian floor of the University’s primary resonance chamber was no longer cold. It pulsed with a dull, subterranean warmth that radiated upward through the soles of Li Feng’s boots, a rhythmic reminder that the planet’s heart was finally beating for itself. Outside, the purple twilight of the Dragon’s Throat was being slowly overtaken by a night sky that was no longer a cage of violet-black ink, but a vast, terrifyingly beautiful ocean of stars. For ten centuries, those stars had been silent witnesses to a world in chains. Tonight, Li Feng intended to make them listen.He stood before the Great Relay—a gargantuan monolith of star-iron and light-drinking lead that had been excavated from the ruins of the Architect’s deepest lab. Beside him, the silver dragonling, barely a day old but already the size of a mountain lion, chirped with a harmonic frequency that made the nearby mercury-glass monitors flicker. Her solar-white e
Chapter 95 The Wedding of the Sun and Moon
The wind brushing against the lavender obsidian of the Dragon’s Throat no longer carried the scent of ozone or the metallic tang of siphoned life. Instead, it was sweet, heavy with the aroma of blooming silver lilies and the crisp, clean chill of mountain snow that was finally melting under a sun that had earned its right to shine. Li Feng stood at the edge of the jagged precipice, his fingers tracing the cool star-iron railing of the observation deck. For the first time in his life, he wasn't looking at the horizon for the streak of a Reaper or the crimson bleed of a celestial gate. He was simply watching the way the afternoon light danced across the glass-smooth floor, turning the purple stone into a sea of liquid amethysts.He looked down at his arms, where the sleeves of his ceremonial white-and-gold robe were pulled back. The Sovereign’s Shackle remained etched into his skin—matte-black ink that looked like sleeping serpents coiled around
Chapter 94 The Saintess's New Path
The silver dragonling did not merely hatch; it erupted into existence as a living paradox of mercury and fire. As the jagged fragments of the starlight shell clattered against the stone floor of the University's amphitheater, the creature let out a high-pitched, harmonic chime that vibrated through the very marrow of every soul present. It was small, no larger than a hound, but its presence was a tectonic weight. Its scales were interlocking plates of liquid silver, reflecting the bruised violet sky, while its eyes were twin orbs of the same solar-white radiance that Li Feng had once carried in his chest.Li Feng stood frozen, his hands still hovering in the air where he had held the egg. The Sovereign’s Shackle on his forearms pulsed with a rhythmic, agonizing heat, the black ink serpents writhing against his skin as if they were trying to strike at the newborn drake. He felt the phantom roar of his Ancient Yang Core, a hollow ache where his divinity used
Chapter 93 The Silk Cloud Reunion
The descent into the valley of the Red Stone mines was a journey through a graveyard that had forgotten how to stay dead. As the carriage—a modest star-iron construct powered by the lingering resonance of the planetary ley-lines—creaked down the winding mountain pass, Li Feng leaned his forehead against the cool mercury-glass window. The jagged, rust-colored cliffs that had once been the boundaries of his entire universe now looked smaller, stripped of the terrifying majesty they held when he was a boy in chains. Back then, these peaks didn't just touch the sky; they choked it.Beside him, Ying Yue remained silent, her hand resting atop the silver dragon egg that sat on the velvet seat between them. The egg pulsed with a rhythmic, rhythmic warmth, a soft silver-white glow radiating through the diamond-textured scales. It was a heartbeat that grounded Li Feng every time the phantom sound of pickaxes began to echo in the silent chambers of his mind. Yi
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