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Explosion!
It was not a mere combustion, but an explosion compressed to its limits. The air rippled violently with the force of the blast, leaving Zheng Yifan's enemies with nothing but the fear of death and the last remnants of regret in their lives.
Indeed, a powerful Superpowered Individual dying in such a place was utterly unworthy. He still wanted to enjoy the beautiful Apocalyptic World. Beautiful women? In the Post-Apocalypse, he was just a clumsy figure crawling through a film set. And now?
He owned a grand villa and had hundreds of servants at his beck and call. The once derisive third-rate actor from the crew was now caged like a pet, subjected to his whims. A slight displeasure would earn a beating or scolding, while on rare occasions of joy, he could take the actor out to play adult games.
What a wonderful life it was! Just because of a single fruit, he became a powerful Superpowered Individual. By merely helping others test whether wild plants were edible, he had become the strongest.
He eliminated all those who oppressed him and became a local hero until he sought refuge in the Tiger Mouth Military Base.
Now!
Everything had become the past; all dreams turned to ashes. He felt an energy surging within his chest, blood reversing its flow as every cell in his body began to self-destruct.
Power! The power of flames was irresistible.
In his final moments, he desperately wished to open his eyes, to return to the Post-Apocalypse, back to his mother's home, and drink a bowl of broken rice porridge.
That was merely a dream, a wishful thought. He knew that his mother was almost certainly dead—either turned into a Zombie or devoured by one. That sentimental woman.
In his last moments, he did not think of the tall model who had sworn eternal love to him nor of the third-rate actress who once bullied him; instead, he thought of his mother—the wrinkled woman who raised him alone. That sentimental woman.
"Mom!"
This was the last word he left in this world. Zheng Yifan did not wish to show mercy. But he could not afford to be lenient; this was a world where everyone was pitiable. As long as they were enemies, they had to die; otherwise, his own people would suffer the consequences.
Flames engulfed him, leaving only Zheng Yifan's final sigh—a talent, not the strongest but one who advanced rapidly. Even without using special means, he should have been at least a Third-Stage Esper and undoubtedly had already touched upon the threshold of the Fourth Stage; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to progress so quickly.
As the flames faded, Zheng Yifan's mission was complete. He glanced back at the unique Floating Ships on the river in this apocalyptic world.
Or perhaps it was this unique Floating Ship of the Basin. With a helpless shake of his head, he realized they were almost becoming a part of history, completely forgotten by people, as there were hardly any living souls who had seen such a Floating Ship again. Even those from Hope Gathering had only caught a distant glimpse.
"Sigh!" Zheng Yifan sighed, looking at the scene that resembled a raging fire consuming everything, as flames burned away the future of Hope Gathering Place.
Zheng Yifan seemed to recall the great fire of the Burning of Chibi. It was the same kind of fire that had turned the tides of battle and determined life and death.
It had also influenced the development of an entire nation. Hope Gathering Place now boasted a population of millions; although it could not stand alone like in those days, it was still considered relatively prosperous in this apocalyptic world.
He casually removed the Adamantium Shield from his head, which still clung to its stubbornness, and gazed at the eager faces across from him. Zheng Yifan decided he needed to hurry back and deliver this good news.
Next, they must launch a defensive counterattack. Boosting morale was essential; a direct charge could uplift spirits. If personnel losses were too great, morale would likely plummet. A decisive victory would undoubtedly uplift their spirits.
Slowly, Zheng Yifan turned around and began to prepare to leave, and the Adamantium Shield transformed once more.
"Are you just leaving like this?" Just as Zheng Yifan was about to kick off the shore and charge out, he suddenly sensed someone behind him. It was a strange voice; although he knew someone was there, both his physical instincts and sixth sense told him that no one should have appeared behind him.
"Who!" He turned around alertly, only to feel as if his worldview had shattered.
Before him stood a Fellow dressed like a wild man, holding an unknown bone club made from who-knows-what bones. The air around him was filled with a fierce aura, accentuated by the tattoos covering his body. In the real world, Zheng Yifan had seen people covered in tattoos before; they looked terrifying but were merely spectacles at that time.
However, seeing this Fellow in person was genuinely horrifying.
The Fellow before him was undoubtedly terrifying; tattoos covered every inch of his skin, depicting bizarre totems that Zheng Yifan could not comprehend.
Moreover, these tattoos were clearly not mere decorations but powerful symbols. The overall aura he exuded felt ancient and primal.
Zheng Yifan knew he had encountered someone significant; without a doubt, this was a member of the Chiyou Tribe.
Beyond that, he couldn't fathom who else could be so ferocious.
"Zheng! It seems you've really acquired something extraordinary! What a familiar feeling. How's that old man, Huangdi, doing these days?" The man across from him had a shiny bald head, and Zheng Yifan saw a strange image—a man covered in hair.
The voice of the person below matched the image in his mind perfectly.
It was like a real-time video chat.
"Who are you?" Zheng Yifan asked warily, no longer daring to place the Adamantium Shield at his feet. He raised his left arm, ready to attack at any moment.
"Zheng! You might have already heard me. With Huangdi's legacy, I believe the Dragon Balls have returned to this world!"
The image on the man's forehead kept flickering.
"You can call me Chiyou. Whenever you're near an elite warrior, you can talk to me. As for where I am! If you can survive to the Seventh Level, you will surely come looking for me." The tattoo of Chiyou on the man's forehead began to fade slowly before suddenly disappearing.
"Zheng, have you finished talking with our leader?" The man scrutinized Zheng Yifan as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
"Well then, it’s time for me to take you down. I’ll bring your head back as a trophy; it should be quite impressive!" The man continued to size up Zheng Yifan, completely disregarding him at this point.
"Are you so sure you'll defeat me?" Zheng Yifan finally relaxed his defenses. Facing Chiyou had been overwhelming, but now it was different. Looking at this Fellow, Zheng Yifan recognized that he was merely a Fifth-Level Superpowered Individual who had grasped the essence of Superpower but wasn't as terrifying as higher-level Superpowered Individuals.
Zheng Yifan still had a chance to take him down. If this were truly a Sixth or Seventh Level Superpowered Individual, he would be done for without even needing to fight; they could easily eliminate him.
"Hahaha! Do you know? This Second Vitality Era is nothing but a joke to us. Do you have any idea how far we've developed in the second year of Vitality Emergence?"
"Let me tell you! We already possess a large number of Fourth-Stage Espers, and our leader has entered the Fifth Level. The time for Vitality Emergence is short—at most five years. If you don't seize this opportunity, you'll never enter that realm of immortality. As for your emperor leader insisting on keeping everyone alive—that's simply impossible. Only by entering the realm of immortality and leaving this planet can one truly survive." Perhaps having not spoken so much in ages, he seemed a bit chatty.
Zheng Yifan didn't know why exactly, but he realized he could continue listening. From this chatterbox, he gleaned a wealth of information about the First Vitality Era.
It was the best of times. It was also the worst of times, as everyone had the opportunity to become a Superpowered Individual. They didn't even need to consume Essence Fruit; all they had to do was feel the presence of Vital Energy in their homes, and then attract Vital Energy into their bodies to naturally become Superpowered Individuals.
Ninety-nine percent of the population became Superpowered Individuals, allowing humanity to occupy the entire world. Even beasts had to hide deep in the mountains, afraid to show themselves.
The beasts of the Second Vitality Era were entirely following the activated legacy of their ancestors.
They were indeed still hiding, concealed in the depths of the forests, too afraid to appear. Otherwise, humanity would face even greater peril, for those beasts treated Zombies as mere food, showing no concern for them. Humanity, on the other hand, was utterly defenseless.
Unlike the humans of the First Vitality Era, who had numerous Fourth-Stage Espers capable of dispatching beasts in mere moments. What was even more terrifying was that during the First Vitality Era, humans grew up hunting; from a young age, they hunted beasts. By the time they matured, hunting was their only means of survival—there was no agriculture, and wild berries were their only source of food.
This was unlike modern society, which offered so many opportunities for obtaining food. Thus, they thrived in this era of Vitality Emergence.
Every hunt brought more food, and battles between tribes never ceased.
The Yellow Emperor Tribe and the Chiyou Tribe were two of the most powerful tribes.
Their development represented a brief history during the First Vitality Era.
Zheng Yifan finally understood that although it seemed like their true period of development lasted a long time—almost achieving immortality in later years—the actual rapid development phase lasted only five years. After those five years, they would need to seek new changes.
And this change would be the catalyst for the final great battle and ultimately lead to the Chiyou Tribe's devastating defeat and the Yellow Emperor Tribe's escape. (To be continued)
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