Qian Ye had just slain an eighth-level iron rhinoceros, a massive beast ten meters long with abundant essence blood that pushed him to his limits. This time, Qian Ye exhibited signs of drowsiness after a full meal, immediately becoming drowsy and unable to resist sleep. Whether it was a problem with his body or if the iron rhinoceros’ essence blood had some peculiar properties, he did not know. Disregarding the safety of the area, he hastily found a hidden spot nearby and lay down to sleep. As his consciousness was pulled into a dream by extreme drowsiness, he still mocked himself: so-called quick methods indeed had side effects. The Bingfa Jue damaged the body, and absorbing the lifeblood of creatures often resulted in strange reactions.
This sleep was not deep, and the passage of time was unknown. Qian Ye’s awareness seemed to drift between half-sleep and half-awake. Suddenly, he seemed to see a golden meteorite falling from the sky, crashing down fiercely!
Startled, Qian Ye jolted awake and sat up. He found himself once again in that dim, foggy world, with mist swirling around him. He reached out to grab a piece but realized he was rising, as if passing through the dome. Then, he emerged from the thick layer of earth, continuing to rise, leaving the ground and entering the boundless void.
Ahead, there was a cluster of golden light, seemingly the only thing perceivable in the void. Guided by an invisible force, Qian Ye flew straight towards it. In his mind, a pair of eyes appeared.
They were indescribable eyes. They were enormous, almost blocking out the heavens and earth. They were ancient, as if every line of longitude and latitude in the depths of eternity flashed across the pupils. They were wise, as if each glance could penetrate the deepest secrets of the world.
As he saw these eyes, an overpowering will touched Qian Ye’s consciousness, and a resonant voice echoed throughout the world.
“I am An Duya, the Black Winged. My bloodline descendant, are you ready? Since my legacy has chosen you, you must also accept the fated, impossible mission…”
Qian Ye’s first reaction was, why should he accept a mission from a great lord of darkness? Moreover, if even An Duya believed it was impossible, the difficulty could be imagined.
And what was this so-called legacy?
His thoughts were immediately understood by the powerful will, and the voice boomed again, “My legacy is divided into two halves. One is called the Primordial Wings, which is now on you. The other is called the True Vision Eye, placed on the Continent of Beacon Fire…”
Then, a vision of a continent appeared in Qian Ye’s mind. From the distinctive terrain formed by three peaks and one river, it should be the Western Continent of the Empire, also known as the Continent of Beacon Fire to the dark realm.
At this moment, Qian Ye’s vision seemed to be looking down from several thousand meters in the air. The earth continuously magnified, like a lens zooming in, and soon it fixed on a mountainous region.
But this was not a static map; it was like a vivid image, clearly showing many dark creatures roaming in the mountains, searching everywhere. Several hills already had groups of soldiers digging.
Qian Ye’s heart skipped a beat. Clearly, the dark races had also received clues about An Duya’s treasure and had already started to excavate. However, they didn’t have specific coordinates and were exploring a vast area. But this systematic search would eventually find the target.
As Qian Ye’s heart tightened, a blinding light suddenly filled his vision.
“Go, find the True Vision Eye, and gain true power. Only then will you have the right to understand your mission…”
When Qian Ye opened his eyes again, he found himself still lying in the cave where he had hidden. The cave ceiling was intact, with no trace of any meteorite falling.
It was just a dream.
Qian Ye propped himself up, but when he looked down, he froze. The ground where he lay had sunk, and cracks radiated out in all directions. Deep in the fissures, red glows flickered, and there were still faint flames burning, but no heat reached the surface.
Seeing this strange scene, Qian Ye felt a chill down his spine. Unconsciously, he had been sweating profusely, soaking his clothes inside and out.
Could a meteorite have really fallen? But if the ground was struck like this, why was there no injury on Qian Ye, and his clothes were not scorched?
So, the dream wasn’t a dream? With this doubt, Qian Ye examined his entire body but couldn’t find the so-called Primordial Wings.
Calmly, Qian Ye moved to a corner of the cave where the ground was undamaged, leaning against the wall to regulate his breathing. The drowsiness brought by the surging blood had vanished. This was a dark race-controlled area, not his intended resting place. Since he was capable of action, Qian Ye prepared to continue his journey.
As he ran through the night, he sensed an unusual atmosphere. A suffocating pressure seemed to permeate the air, assaulting his heart with each breath, making him very uncomfortable. A vague sense of approaching danger grew stronger.
Qian Ye accelerated, becoming more cautious. His dark vision and sensory abilities were fully activated, and he paid close attention to his surroundings.
After climbing a mountain with a wide view, Qian Ye looked far into the distance, and his face changed. On the horizon, a black tide was slowly moving toward them.
With his battlefield experience, Qian Ye recognized that this was not a tide but a fast-moving army. The scent carried by the wind was unmistakably from a dark race alliance!
From the size of the black tide, this army numbered at least ten thousand, and even ten thousand cannon fodder represented formidable combat power. Moreover, Qian Ye saw several black dots floating above the formation, indicating powerful war leaders overseeing the march.
Such a number of powerful beings highlighted the strength of this army.
Qian Ye observed for a while and then turned, seeing another dark race army on the opposite horizon, equally powerful.
Startled, Qian Ye quickly recalled the nearby map. This was not a planned battlefield, but such a large dark army gathering here must have another reason. However, the forces here were comparable to any pre-planned battlefield, and the Empire would surely respond. This area might become a major battlefield.
At this time, even if Qian Ye wanted to serve the Empire, he needed to avoid it. Otherwise, once the battle started, both sides would likely kill any unidentified presence.
He now had two choices: return to Shan Yin County or head to Weiyang City. Watching the two dark armies’ movements, Qian Ye decided to take a risk and pass through the middle while the two armies had not yet converged.
Qian Ye leaped down the mountain, moving slightly faster than his usual long-distance run, using the terrain for cover. After a few hours of stealth, he safely passed through the middle of the two dark armies just as dawn broke, dispatching a few sharp-eyed scouts along the way.
Having passed through the dangerous area, he faced a hilly region. But halfway through, he discovered a third dark race army. Though smaller in number, its warriors were even more elite.
Despite being over ten kilometers away, the moment Qian Ye emerged, two overwhelmingly powerful consciousnesses swept over. Startled, Qian Ye immediately lay flat, concealing his presence entirely.
The two consciousnesses scanned the hill, finding nothing. The hill was full of rocks, with sparse vegetation and only harmless small animals occasionally jumping by.
Qian Ye dared not move, having attracted their attention. Sure enough, after a moment, the two consciousnesses swept over again.
This time, as soon as the consciousnesses passed, Qian Ye leaped up and quickly fled along the direction of the hills. Shortly after, several high-ranking blood kin appeared on the hill, searching thoroughly but finding nothing. Qian Ye had left no trace, not even a scent.
The dark race army continued on its predetermined route, and the high-ranking blood kin dispersed, rejoining their units after a brief search.
Qian Ye continued, encountering several dark race reconnaissance patrols. He found that several dark armies were blocking the path to Weiyang City. To avoid scouts, he changed his route multiple times, moving further from his destination.
Continuing like this was impractical. Even though Qian Ye didn’t know what was happening, the scale of the dark army suggested the Empire wouldn’t let them converge easily, so a battle could erupt anytime. The area was filled with dark race scouts and increasing numbers of powerful beings. Escaping to the outskirts was risky, and he might collide with Imperial troops.
Qian Ye considered and decided to turn back to a complex mountain range, finding a downward-sloping cave, carefully sealing the entrance, and delving into its depths to train, preparing to weather the storm.
The battle erupted at dawn the next day. Even deep underground, Qian Ye could feel the reverberations of primal energy collisions and explosions. Sometimes the entire earth shook violently, as if the cave and mountain would collapse at any moment.
The intensity of the ground battle was evident.
Such powerful beings, such armies, gathered here for a decisive battle. For what? Qian Ye sometimes wondered. He didn’t know that the true cause of this war was the Primordial Wings of the Black Winged King, An Duya.
During one of his forty rounds of Bingfa Jue, Qian Ye noticed the dark golden blood energy lazily coiled in the runes emerging.
In the abundant Dawn Primal Energy, it was unaffected, slowly circling his heart, almost leisurely. And at one end of the dark golden blood energy, a tiny pair of wings appeared, quite unique, giving the previously indistinct blood energy a discernible form.
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