pjbooks Chapter 228 His Chapter Arrives
Chapter 228 His Chapter Arrives
As Jiang Yuan and the others, as well as Lian and the others, left.
The artificial island of Alaya has returned to calm, floating on the sea, and has lost its spatial connection with the distant Sakura Island.
Having lost its original power, the sealed God of Calamity is unlikely to recover for an unknown period of time.
The city was reborn from ruin.
Those who survived can finally live a peaceful and stable life.
This is also what Jingu Ryuya wanted to see.
Perhaps in the future, a powerful figure will rise from this island, knowing what happened in the past, and launch a war of resistance against Sakura Island...
But those things will come in the future.
this day.
The end of November, 297th year of God's forsakenness.
In the early winter season when the cold winter arrives.
A massive earthquake struck the land of cherry blossoms, and news spread that the artificial island of Alaya had disappeared. The three kings of the starter families reunited after 17 years for unknown reasons.
In a temple in India, tens of thousands of people vanished into thin air, and countless Buddha statues wept blood, suggesting the arrival of terrifying evil spirits.
Within South Korea, multiple rumors have circulated that Park Jung-sang, hailed as the strongest in South Korea, has reached the King Realm and is challenging Great Xia, demanding that Great Xia hand over the Black Monkey Sacred Artifact, claiming that the Black Monkey Sacred Artifact should belong to South Korea.
A giant elephant in the White Elephant Kingdom smashed through mountains and crossed a state, heading east.
Deep in the Siberian ice fields of Russia, the remains of a saint are believed to have been discovered.
The United States is in turmoil, with a series of aircraft accidents. An undead monster from fifty years ago has appeared on the southern border wall, attempting to breach an S-class ruin, but all the powerful individuals sent in have vanished without a trace...
Inside a villa in Nanjiang City.
With her flowing, vibrant red hair and skin as white as jade, Ji Feiyue gently closed the ancient book in her hands, her lips moving slightly:
"These are turbulent times."
"Rare events are breaking out simultaneously in various places. Is this the harbinger of the golden age you speak of, teacher?" said a female phantom sitting opposite her.
If Jiang Yuan were present, he would be utterly shocked.
Because the illusory female figure in this dream was none other than Yuan Ling, a powerful figure among the Ten Ministers, who held the pinnacle of power in the Great Xia Dynasty.
A peak-level quasi-king level expert.
And this big shot addressed Ji Feiyue as... teacher!
"Um."
Ji Feiyue crossed her beautiful legs and hummed in agreement.
She calmly picked up the steaming coffee on the table and took a sip.
"I told you, don't call me that."
"Being your teacher is something from a past life."
"But for Yuan Ling, a teacher will always be a teacher, and that will never change."
Yuan Ling said earnestly and firmly.
Ji Feiyue put down her coffee cup and laughed, "You're just so stubborn, that's why you're stuck at your current level. Otherwise, you would have reached the King Realm long ago."
Yuan Ling insisted, "Without my teacher's guidance, I wouldn't have survived, nor would I be where I am today. If I forget my teacher's kindness for the sake of my cultivation level, I would rather be stuck at the Quasi-King level for the rest of my life."
"...Whatever you want."
Ji Feiyue remained silent.
Yuan Ling: "Teacher, how long will it take for you to recover to your former self? What do you need? Anything I can help with..."
"time."
Ji Feiyue chuckled, "All I need is time. Unless you master the laws of time and become a demigod, you won't be able to help me in the slightest."
Yuan Ling was speechless.
Ji Feiyue looked out the window, her ruby-like pupils deep and unfathomable.
"The Crimson God of Magic from a hundred years ago is dead. My remains are still guarded in the Western Hammer Forbidden Land as a robe. If you hadn't discovered the contingency plan I left behind after my reincarnation and tracked down my aura, I wouldn't have planned to see you again."
"The past is the past."
Yuan Ling: "Teacher..."
"I'm doing very well now. I've forgotten the cruel years of the past and am enjoying this peaceful life away from the vortex of the battlefield. I'm very content every day now."
Ji Feiyue smiled and said, "Do you really want to make me unhappy?"
No, of course not.
"That's fine then. After you've asked all your questions, you can go back. I'll be able to find you whenever I want to."
As Ji Feiyue spoke, she answered her question.
"Regarding the Golden Age, some people have predicted this day since a hundred years ago. Various countries have produced top geniuses who far surpass those of the past. The abyss is in turmoil, and the fate of the world is unclear. Something big is bound to happen in the next few years."
Yuan Ling asked, "Will this have any impact on Great Xia?"
Ji Feiyue nodded: "Of course, don't underestimate luck. When a person's luck is weak, they will be plagued by disasters, while when their luck is strong, everything will go smoothly. The same is true for a country. Especially the Heavenly Pride National War to be held in two months, the victory or defeat will more or less determine the national fortune of each country."
"I see. No wonder all those countries, besides Great Xia, value it so much."
As Yuan Ling spoke, she couldn't help but sigh again.
"If that boy were still alive, sending him into battle would have guaranteed victory, but alas..."
Ji Feiyue recalled the handsome young man with clear eyes and smiled slightly, "Him? He'll be back soon."
Suddenly, Ji Feiyue let out a soft exclamation and looked towards the east.
Yuan Ling: "Teacher, what's wrong?"
Ji Feiyue stood up, her 7-meter-tall figure slender and charming, a smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.
"He's back."
……
at the same time.
A teleportation array appeared on the outskirts of Haicheng.
In the light.
Three figures appeared.
The tall, slender figure at the head of the group slowly opened his eyes; his left eye burned like fire, while his right eye was blood-red.