Luo Feng's growth was swift and inspiring.
Mission after mission, he gained strength. His reflexes sharpened, his resolve solidified. His spirit was undeniable. Watching from a distance, Si Feng allowed himself a rare smile.
He never interfered directly anymore.
But he left behind tokens. Advice, camouflaged as coincidence. Resources appearing in just the right moment. Danger subtly diverted.
A quiet guardian. A silent god in the shadows.
Yet Si Feng knew this phase couldn't last forever.
He was done hiding.
The Limits Hall
Hong had tested him, and in that moment of crushing defeat, accepted him.
Not as a threat.
But as an equal.
With that, access was granted—full access. Hong personally approved his entry into the inner vaults of the Limit Hall. Manuals guarded for generations. Lost martial scriptures. Mental force techniques once thought mythical.
Si Feng absorbed them all.
He memorized over thirty complete origin force systems, from blade styles to fist arts to ancient flow movement patterns. But most importantly—he acquired the mentalist records. They spoke of the Ancient Spiritual Path, and one peculiar detail: a hidden trial inside the ancient wilderness ruins.
The Mentalist Trial
Si Feng found the ruins deep beneath a collapsed mountain, sealed by spiritual resonance.
It took a full week to break the seal.
Inside was a vast subterranean temple, untouched by time. And at its heart—a twisting tunnel of mental suppression leading to a crystal chamber.
Here, the true test began.
A month passed in silence.
He meditated under intense spiritual pressure. A vortex of illusions, memories, and mental constructs tried to fracture his will. But Si Feng's soul was forged from simulation after simulation, filled with battlefields, divine wars, and even world annihilation.
He endured.
And then he broke the crystal room.
At its core, he found a dormant AI—an ancient remnant of a long-extinct alien civilization. It activated with a hum.
"Mental aptitude: Supreme."
"Genetic compatibility: Perfect."
"Authorization: Granted."
It gifted him a complete Black God Battle Set, formed from alien black matter that could reshape based on intent. Resistant to mental attacks, origin force, and even void-space fluctuations.
The AI offered him data, cultivation methods, and a full mentalist inheritance.
He took it all.
Meeting Luo Feng Again
Emerging from the ruins, now clad in black crystalline armor, Si Feng returned to the human world.
Luo Feng was there, overseeing a civilian evacuation after a beast attack. Their eyes met.
Luo Feng paused, startled at the overwhelming presence now radiating from his once-quiet schoolmate.
"You... Si Feng?"
He nodded. "It's time people knew."
The Announcement
Two days later, the HR Alliance and Limit Hall issued a joint broadcast to the world.
"A new powerhouse has risen."
"Si Feng. Rank: Planetary Level 9. Domain Type: Temporal Suppression. Status: Humanity's Third Strongest."
The world reacted with awe and disbelief.
How had he risen so far, so fast? The media erupted. Factions scrambled to investigate. But the strongest—Hong and Thunder God—remained quiet.
They already knew.
The Healing and Resurrection
That same day, Luo Feng's younger brother fell gravely ill.
Luo Feng had exhausted every option. No medicine worked. His desperation was clear.
Si Feng arrived silently at the hospital.
He handed Luo Feng a crimson vial—a perfected version of Orochimaru's chakra-infused healing serum. It shimmered with life energy.
"What is this?" Luo Feng asked.
"A cure," Si Feng said simply.
He watched as Luo Feng administered the serum, on his brother Within minutes, Vital signs stabilized. The boy blinked, fully healed body , he could now be able to walk .
Luo Feng turned to thank him, but Si Feng had already vanished.
The Revival
In the silent core of his internal world, where time flowed differently and matter obeyed his will, Si Feng stood before a preserved crystal sarcophagus.
His father, Si Luo, the fallen wargod, lay within.
Si Feng activated a complex ritual—an integration of chakra-based regeneration, alien soul reconstruction, and black matter cell stitching.
Light bloomed.
Moments passed.
Then his father's eyes opened.
Confused. Awed. Alive.
"My son… you've… grown."
Si Feng knelt. "Welcome back, Father."
The family was whole again.