Ten thousand years have passed since the Sun-Moon Empire unified the Douluo Continent and later renamed it the Sun-Moon Federation. Freed from internal strife, the human world's technology naturally entered a period of rapid development.
Climbing the technological ladder, humanity's overall strength soared dramatically. With advanced soul technology, the spirit beasts could no longer compete with humanity. Even the once-thriving Star Dou Great Forest declined over these ten thousand years, succumbing to the tide of time. Due to continuous deforestation by humans, the Star Dou Great Forest is now less than one percent of its original size.
Despite this, humanity's pursuit of Douluo Star's resources has never ceased. With the support of soul technology, humanity has gradually set its sights on the ocean. The sea spirit beasts living in the coastal waters have long posed a limited threat to humanity's powerful warships.
East Sea City, located on the eastern coast of the Sun-Moon Federation, has rapidly developed over these millennia, leveraging its abundant marine resources to become one of the most prominent cities in the entire eastern region of the Sun-Moon Federation.
However, due to its geographical location and climatic conditions, Donghai City, despite its booming commerce, has always been isolated. Typhoons are a primary factor.
Located near the coast, Donghai City is frequently battered by typhoons. This time, however, it seemed even more ferocious than before.
The sky seemed to collapse, as dark, oppressive clouds rolled amidst the howling wind, accompanied by a gust of rain. Waves, painted the same color as the sky, crashed against the shore, emitting a deep rumble. The coast seemed to crumble under the impact, precariously brimming with energy. Occasionally, rockfalls collapsed, swallowed by the waves.
In ancient times, when faced with a typhoon this magnitude, a natural disaster, humanity would have had no choice but to seek refuge and temporarily flee the area. But things are different now.
Donghai City, a new generation city built with advanced soul-guiding technology, has the resources to withstand the might of nature. Amidst the turbulent storm, the city's buildings remain unshaken. The exteriors of several towering buildings in the heart of East China Sea City, over 500 meters tall, shimmered with a faint, luminous white light. This was the spirit shield enveloping the entire building. The spirit energy accumulated from absorbing sunlight was prepared for this very moment.
The top floor of the third building housed a large, independent flat. This flat, at least 500 square meters in size, was constructed largely of a special, transparent material, resembling a translucent, pale blue crystal.
An elderly man, seemingly in his sixties, sat quietly in a spacious study. Beyond the crystal-lined floor-to-ceiling windows, a storm raged, while the interior felt warm and cozy. Separated by a single window, it felt like two completely different worlds.
The elderly man was of medium build and unassuming, with graying hair and glasses, giving him a scholarly air. Yet, his eyes were incredibly bright and calm, lacking the condescending gaze of a superior, rather the composure of someone who has experienced many things.
Every sign indicated the elder's extraordinary status.
Indeed, as the president of East China Sea College, Yu Zhen held a position comparable to that of the city's ruling official.
Donghai College boasts both intermediate and advanced college status. Although ranked only in the lower middle tier across the continent, it has produced many exceptional students over the years. Some of these students have chosen to pursue further studies at other advanced colleges, while others have chosen to join the military or enter politics.
Decades of accumulated connections have amassed an impressive network.
However, Yu Zhen usually maintains a low profile, never revealing his influence. It wasn't until a recent incident that the high-ranking officials in Donghai City realized the sheer scale of the Donghai College president's connections.
Not long ago, Yu Zhen's only grandson suddenly and without warning fell into a coma. Within a few days, several top-tier healing spirit masters arrived in Donghai City from across the continent. Among them were three healing spirit masters with Soul Sage cultivation or above.
It's no exaggeration to say that healing spirit masters of this caliber are treated with unwavering respect wherever they go on the continent. Even top-tier institutions like the Spirit Transferring Pagoda and Shrek Academy, which transcend the rules of the Sun-Moon Federation, are eager to recruit such talent.
Thanks to the treatment provided by these healing spirit masters, Yu Zhen's only grandson's condition stabilized before the typhoon made landfall. This was something Yu Zhen was extremely grateful for.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a figure quietly appeared in his study.
His extensive experience and calm demeanor kept him composed. Sitting behind his elegant, rustic rosewood desk, he looked up at the middle-aged man standing before him.
The man was slender, without any particularly muscular build. He had a handsome face, with sharply defined features. His snow-white military uniform was perfectly straight and wrinkle-free, further accentuating his stern and composed demeanor. On each of the middle-aged man's shoulders, a military officer's star was borne.
"Major General?" His gaze fell on the middle-aged man's shoulders, and Yu Zhen's expression finally changed.
"You..."
While the Sun-Moon Federation never restricted ordinary people from joining the military, there was no doubt that spirit masters possessed inherent advantages over ordinary people. And all officers in the Sun-Moon Federation, above the rank of Major General, were formidable spirit masters. At least he has a cultivation level higher than Titled Douluo, and is very likely the most powerful Battle Armor Master among all the spirit masters.
Yu Zhen's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly, thinking of something, and a vague feeling of depression filled his heart.
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Taking in Yu Zhen's shifting expression, the middle-aged man involuntarily clenched his fists, a trace of shame and grief etched deep within his eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he straightened his back, suppressed his emotions, and solemnly saluted Yu Zhen.
"Long Tianwu, Deputy Commander of the Blood God Legion."
After doing so, Long Tianwu withdrew two blood-red documents from his pocket. Under the soft glow of the soul guide light, the vibrant crimson color was glaring.
The first page of the documents revealed the information of their owners:
Yu Heng, Chief of Staff of the Blood God Legion Headquarters.
Nan Xi, Staff Officer of the Blood God Legion.
These were not simply identification documents; they signified that their owners had died in the line of duty.
Outside, the downpour continued, punctuated by thunder and lightning.
Yu Zhen sat in his chair, stunned, his eyes dim and his pupils dilated, as if he had aged instantly. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, his mindless expression lost.
"The Blood God Legion..."
Long Tianwu took a deep breath, his expression both mournful and filled with endless glory.
"Master Yu, due to the Blood God Legion's special nature and top-secret nature, Yu Heng and Nan Xi cannot reveal any information about it to you. But I must tell you: everything they've done over the years has been for the lives of all on Douluo Continent. No one can erase their contributions to the continent, and even to Douluo Star itself." Yu
Zhen slowly raised his head, peering through the study door toward the room to the south. A hint of light and warmth returned to his eyes, and his voice was calm, yet with a distinctly desolate tone.
"If you may, tell me about him and Xiao Xi..."
Yu Zhen's calm response caught Long Tianwu off guard, as if he'd known something beforehand. However, feeling guilty, he didn't ask further questions, simply recounting Yu Heng and Nan Xi's experiences in the Blood God Legion and how they ultimately perished in the battle against the Abyssal Plane.
After all, from the very beginning, Long Tianwu had intended to confess to Yu Zhen. As a father who had lost both his son and daughter-in-law, Yu Zhen undoubtedly deserved to know this.
This was his sole insistence, even at the cost of violating the Blood God Legion's top-secret rules.
Of course, Long Tianwu's actions were unanimously approved by the Blood God Legion's top brass.
...
An unknown amount of time passed before Long Tianwu vanished again, as if he had never been seen.
Yu Zhen had already arrived at the master bedroom on the south side of the large flat. The room's decor wasn't overly luxurious, but every material was of exceptional quality. Even the curtains were woven from silk from century-old ice silkworms. This material was extremely rare in an era when spirit beasts were nearly extinct.
Thanks to the Ice Silkworm Clan's inhabitance in the Far North, a forbidden zone for humans, their population has survived to this day.
Long Tianwu's martial spirit perfectly matched the properties of ice silk. The soul power fluctuations he left behind upon his departure made the soft, bright white curtains glow with a faint light, like a starry sky.
Yu Zhen slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression gentle as he looked at the little boy lying comatose on the bed.
In fact, he had long suspected what his son and daughter-in-law had done, ever since they handed Yu Nanyuan, a baby boy, to him.
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