Chapter 1302 - 995: Waves (Extra for White Silver League sponsor "Unseen Moonlight Dyeing Tianlan")

Chapter 1302: Chapter 995: Waves (Extra for White Silver League sponsor "Unseen Moonlight Dyeing Tianlan")

Within the Alchemy Fire, the outline of Seishui instantly shattered.

When the steel restraining King Xiang turned into flowing iron, a mighty whale song rang out from the fire, and a colossal silhouette emerged from the heart of the furnace.

Majestic and immense like a giant whale, with wings on its back, soaring amidst the blazing fire.

——Kunpeng!

At the same time, the Alchemy Fire suddenly convulsed, turning into a dark red.

Then, even the flames were torn apart, no, it should be said, like a frozen sandcastle swept away by a torrent!

Endless dark red gushed forth, flowing, spreading, dispersing to all sides, instantly filling every corner of the furnace, nearly tearing through the seals, overflowing!

The facilities underground trembled violently.

That wasn’t a deliberate attack. After losing Ying Fangzhou’s guidance, the miracle contained in the Stigma naturally unfolded according to the laws of Alchemy.

Then, it transformed into an endless ocean.

Wherever it passed, even steel rusted, twisted, and fractured rapidly, darkened like Hell’s torrent ravaging.

All of this was composed of endless regrets.

Sea of Regrets!

"Long time no see."

Huai Shi sighed softly, staring up at the Kunpeng Phantom swimming within the furnace’s heart, feeling unprecedented pressure.

When this power was wielded as a weapon against enemies, it brought unmatched peace and joy. But when Huai Shi faced this vast legacy of regret, he felt utterly helpless.

At this moment, within the furnace, the Spirit Coffin swiftly expanded, covering King Xiang’s Stigma.

But it was already at its limit.

Yet, without Seishui’s restraint, this legacy of regret simply wouldn’t stop, continuing to surge, spread, seemingly endless.

If this continues, once the Spirit Coffin’s structure is disrupted from within, the power to heal souls and complete life will completely dissipate.

At that time, the foundation of Sky Que will be out of the question.

But if destruction is enacted, to shatter the Kunpeng, this Sea of Regrets will surely vanish like a rootless duckweed. But then, re-forging will be impossible, and King Xiang’s Stigma could be damaged.

"This is a bit tricky."

Huai Shi scratched his head, murmuring softly, "In the end, refusing to change, do old folks tend to get a bit too stubborn? At least be a bit adaptable."

He flipped through the manual given by Tong Ji, finding the saving plan, preparing to mobilize the Casting Furnace to gradually erode that Sea of Regrets, but found the spreading ocean stopped.

The Spirit Coffin closed in, sealing inside and out.

The matrix from Stone Marrow Pavilion bound the ocean within, then contracted inward!

Because on the iron seat, the old man raised his hand, slowly closing his outstretched five fingers.

Grasping that regret tightly in his hand.

Huai Shi was stunned.

Uncle Fang?

A cracking sound echoed, blood flowed from the old man’s nerve-bulging hand.

"Young master, perhaps my time as a human is still short, haven’t understood what true regret is... But I think, life shouldn’t be lived for regret."

Uncle Fang raised his head, looking at Huai Shi, his expression both cheerful and gratified, "Reaching my age, you realize the most precious thing in this world is ’now.’

The past is too heavy, the future too distant.

If you don’t grasp now, just live with empty regret, there’s nothing left.

"So, better bring your girlfriend home early."

He reminded reluctantly, "Otherwise, what if you end up like Mr. Luo Su, a bachelor? Even if you manage to marry in your forties or fifties, with kids then, I’m afraid I can’t handle it.

I’m still planning to bring a few more while I can..."

"..."

In a daze, Huai Shi was unsure whether to feel moved or helpless.

But for some reason, he couldn’t help but laugh.

"I’ll try my best."

He shook his head, "I’m only eighteen, why rush?"

With these words, the majestic gates of Ruins slowly emerged behind him, opening, vast amounts of Source Substance flooding within, rekindling the fire from the deepest darkness.

And Huai Shi stepped forward, facing that Sea of Regrets.

Towards the Kunpeng.

"Why get upset, did I do something wrong?"

He opened his arms, greeting the spirit of regret, "Come, if there’s a mistake anywhere, please point it out directly, how about that?"

Huai Shi smiled.

The resonant whale song rang out again.

An intangible bridge connected the two furnaces, causing the bound ocean to roar out, like the Four Seas breaching, amidst the mighty torrent, the Kunpeng unfolded its sky-covering wings, responding to Huai Shi’s call.

Descending from the heavens!

Instantly, it pierced through his body, flowing into Ruins, deep into his consciousness.

The endless Sea of Regrets vanished without a trace.

A moment of dead silence.

Only Huai Shi staggered back two steps, bent over, clutching his throat, eyes wide, as if he’d just downed an entire barrel of vodka, face flushed red.

Blazing intense light emitted from his eyes, like two searchlights!

"This taste..."

He squeezed words from between clenched teeth, hoarse, "Not bad!"

Boom!

The sound of surging tides resounded from within his shell, causing him to shiver, nearly losing balance. Following that, a continuous roar erupted from Ruins.

On his iron-clad right arm, the Casting Furnace expanded once more, its intricate structures rapidly operating, sparking fire.

Now, with Ruins as the furnace, exhausting the waters of the Four Seas, to reforge regret!

Under the guidance of the Technique of Casting, the Casting Furnace spread throughout the underground activated again, automatically drawing power reserves from the entire Tanbo, supplying it here.

Turning into blazing Thunder light, descending from the sky.

But before it fell to the ground, it was attracted by the power of the Ruins and merged into Huai Shi’s right hand.

Gradually, the dazzling lightning faded.

The whale song of the Kunpeng echoed in the darkness, wandering, becoming gradually clear from the murkiness, penetrating the obstacles of the Ruins, resonating in the deepest part of the earth. Even the earth cannot seal such an ancient song.

Making the Sky Dome resonate!

A dense mist appeared out of thin air, surrounding Huai Shi, instantly transforming into a fog so thick that you couldn’t see your hand, with the sound of surging tides echoing within.

In the end, the sound of clashing metal rose from the tides and whale songs.

It tore apart all insignificant echoes, a delicate line, yet it lingered between the Sky Dome and the earth, responding to the distant azure sea.

An invisible wave spread out from this point, in all directions.

The mountains could not block it, where it passed, in rivers, in lakes, on convenience store counters and refrigerators, in seawater filtration plants, above the raging sea surface, wherever there is liquid.

Whether it’s a teacup, kettle, or any water surface, fine ripples form outward.

As if all the world’s water originated from the same source.

Feeling this omnipresent authority.

Thus, the wind is calm, and the waves are still.

There are no clouds for thousands of miles.

Now, within the dense fog, Huai Shi raised his head, looking around.

But his vision seemed to extend along with the mist, forming a 360-degree view, extending out through countless gaps, instantly reaching the entire research center via ventilation ducts.

He saw dozens of huge production lines operating orderly, hundreds of sleep-deprived free laborers wandering resentfully between jobs, meanwhile, he also saw managers secretly dozing off behind locked office doors...

Huai Shi frowned slightly.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Across the vast distance, the crisp sound instantly reached the manager’s ear, accompanied by eerie words: "Sleeping at work, deduct money!"

"I am not, I have not!"

The manager woke up instantly, climbing up from the desk, looking around frantically, but saw nothing.

Only felt as if he had a vivid nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.

It was as if a pair of cold and ruthless eyes were spying behind him.

He dared not slack off anymore.

Satisfied, Huai Shi nodded, withdrawing his sight.

When the swirling fog quickly dissipated with Huai Shi’s will, this exaggerated perception did not dissipate along with it. It seemed as long as he desired, as long as there was mist, his sight could extend there.

If focused into a line, pursuing extreme perception distance, following the underground currents, his sight could even pierce through Tanbo in between and reach the ocean.

Great, this way, evaluating performance will be much easier.

Let me see who still dares to slack off at work...

However, this is just an auxiliary function.

When he lowered his head, he saw the weapon held tightly between his fingers, a Source Armament forged from regret, a reborn relic of King Xiang.

Perfectly integrated, without conflict or flaw, Stigma and matter fused into one, flawless by nature.

It still maintained the outline from not long ago, but the material is already entirely different, no longer the color of steel, as if condensed from the clearest of waters, with a hint of azure flowing inside, like a vast ocean, sometimes calm, sometimes stormy.

Just a slight wave in hand, and a storm sweeps forward, the sound of tides bursts forth, endlessly echoing within the enclosed underground space.

When Huai Shi casually planted it into the ground, he heard the earth moan, enough to withstand close-range artillery impacts, the alloy steel plate instantly bent and broke, leaving a big hole.

Almost flipping him over along with it!

Huai Shi’s face changed dramatically, hurriedly lifting this thing up.

Although it felt weightless, he perceived that if not restrained, the mass of this thing alone would be sufficient to gouge a deep fissure in the ground, straight down.

If left unchecked, even penetrating the earth’s crust is no problem.

Simultaneously, a familiar aura emanated from above...

He looked up at the elder before him.

Unbelievable.

"It seems, the major task is accomplished."

The elder smiled contentedly and nodded: "In this case, when the young master is out and about, more or less, it counts as having the company of me by his side."

Huai Shi, silent, speechless.

Could only reach out, embracing him tightly.

"Thank you, Uncle Fang."

"A trivial effort, as long as it serves its purpose, it’s fine enough." Uncle Fang smiled slightly, accepting Huai Shi’s hug without reservation.

Finally, he looked at the Iron Mace in Huai Shi’s hand, curiously asked: "Does it have a name?"

"Let me think."

Huai Shi scrutinized the reborn Iron Mace in his hand, falling into contemplation, but inexplicably, ancient words surfaced in his mind: "Wielding the cudgel to chastise the world, intimidating the Four Seas..."

His eyes lit up, smiling: "Since it’s the foundation stone of stirring the Four Seas, let’s call it ’A-Fang’!"

Uncle Fang was astonished.

In Huai Shi’s hand, the dormant Long Mace slightly trembled, echoing the residual sound of tides.

As if in delight.

Settling the recasting so smoothly truly exceeded Huai Shi’s expectations, thanks to Uncle Fang’s assistance, even easier than originally imagined.

Now, with a new weapon in hand, Source Armament +1.

Congratulations.

Then, the urgent task naturally is to quickly find a place to test its power and effects, but, how to find a practical and not-heartaching tool for beating?

"Uncle Fang, please add one more person to dinner tonight."

Huai Shi said, "No need to prepare too much, that guy’s appetite might not be particularly good then..."

Speaking, he took out his phone.

Effortlessly pulled up Raymond’s number.

Happily, he edited a message.

[There? Dinner, come.]