News of Luo Feng's Demise

Deep within the ancient civilization ruins, inside a semi-transparent crystal room in the labyrinth.

“Failure means death?”

“Three years?” Luo Feng’s face instantly turned grim. He couldn't contact the outside world from these ancient civilization ruins! This special ‘assessment death mission’ gave him a full three years, but if he was truly trapped in these ruins for that long, what would the outside human society conclude?

They would likely assume he was dead!

They would then notify his parents, and even Xu Xin would find out.

“What do I do? I’m not dead at all!”

“But if I’m trapped here for a long time, there’s no way for me to contact the outside world.” Luo Feng’s heart was filled with anxiety. The thought of his parents, his younger brother, and Xu Xin believing him dead made him even more distraught. “Damn it, to run into this assessment mission. I’d rather not have the treasure for completing the mission!”

Luo Feng couldn’t guess what would happen at home if he was gone for three years!

“Quick!”

“I must break through this secret chamber as fast as possible!” Luo Feng’s eyes were fixed on the crystal room’s wall. The wall was covered with numerous intricate carvings. Ignoring everything else, Luo Feng gritted his teeth, whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Six blades transformed into six streaks of light, striking the blank circular area, three centimeters in diameter, on the crystal wall.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Again and again, Luo Feng smashed with all his might!

“Break for me!” Luo Feng was somewhat hysterical.

“I don’t want to be here for three years!”

He struck again and again, but this strange crystal-like material didn’t even show a single crack.

“It’s useless, useless.” Luo Feng knelt powerlessly in the crystal room.

Reason told him that since this assessment mission gave him a full three years, it already indicated that breaking through this crystal room would be an extremely difficult task. If… if he could contact the outside world from within the ruins via a communication watch, and tell his parents and girlfriend that he was still alive, that would be good.

But he couldn’t make contact.

If something happened to his parents, what good would all his gains be?

“I can’t resist, I can only accept.”

Luo Feng’s eyes were like blades, scanning the secret manual diagrams and text on the crystal wall. “Give me three years, and I’ll break through this secret chamber in three months.”

“Flash!”

Luo Feng pressed a button on his communication watch, as if taking photos and videos, capturing all the diagrams and text on the crystal wall. Then, using ‘translation software,’ everything was translated into ‘diagrams and Chinese characters.’ Twenty-odd minutes later, a complete Controller Secret Manual, ‘Basic 312 Forms,’ was ready.

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From then on, at 22:56 on September 29, 2057, Huaxia Kyoto time.

Luo Feng officially began cultivating the Controller Secret Manual ‘Basic 312 Forms.’ His intense desire to return home made him dedicate 100% of his energy to it. These civilization ruins provided food and water! Thirsty, he drank water. Hungry, he ate. All other time was completely immersed in this foundational cultivation!

Once he began cultivating, Luo Feng discovered the profoundness of the ‘Basic 312 Forms’!

In terms of complexity and depth, it was many times more advanced than the ‘Divine God Record.’

The ‘Divine God Record’ was actually a series of very dry diagrams, instructing one to constantly simulate the diagrams by controlling flying knives, etc. This relied on the cultivation principle of ‘practice makes perfect’ and ‘a thousand punches reveal their meaning,’ which was to continuously train one’s control over flying knives to their limit, thereby improving control ability! Those diagrams were actually deduced by Hong through an intelligent system, each one more difficult than the last.

The ‘Basic 312 Forms’ was different!

This was actually the foundational cultivation method for the ‘Controller’ lineage of spiritual force users from a cosmic power that originally built these No. 9 ancient civilization ruins! Because of this secret foundational manual, countless powerhouses, ten or even a hundred times stronger than Luo Feng, had emerged in the distant past!

The ‘Spiritual Force User Basics’ that Luo Feng had purchased, which Hong treasured, was merely the crystallization of human wisdom on Earth in recent decades, a product of wishful thinking.

However, the ‘Basic 312 Forms’ was a secret art that had withstood billions of years of testing!

Upon cultivating it, Luo Feng immediately felt the difference between the two!

After cultivating the ‘Divine God Record’ for so long, Luo Feng’s progress had been minimal. But cultivating these ‘Basic 312 Forms’… his ability to control flying knives improved by leaps and bounds. This speed of improvement astonished Luo Feng.

...

“Boom!”

“Still not enough.” Inside the crystal room, Luo Feng, with a stubbled face, stared at the crystal wall. There were no cracks on the crystal wall. The ten blades that had struck the crystal wall flew back into the Duntiansuo. “A full ten blades, each with an impact force exceeding 500,000 kilograms, is still far from enough.”

“Continue!”

Luo Feng once again immersed himself in the ‘Basic 312 Forms.’ From controlling 6 blades to controlling 10 blades, only two months and 21 days had passed! It was worth noting that Luo Feng had cultivated the ‘Divine God Record’ for over a month and had not even progressed from controlling 6 to 7 flying knives! Comparing the two, the difference in cultivation methods was indeed astonishing.

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At the underground base near the entrance of the No. 9 ancient civilization ruins.

“Three months!”

The red-robed elder sighed, shaking his head. “A full three months, and Luo Feng hasn’t come out. Notify the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo of this news.”

“Yes!”

The numerous staff members in the base immediately sent the message.

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While Luo Feng was diligently cultivating in the ancient civilization ruins, he had no idea of the upheaval happening in the outside world! This time, a total of eight Wargods from the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo entered the No. 9 ancient civilization ruins, and five of them came out. Among these five, two were successful, and three were crippled. The other three didn’t make it out!

Those who couldn’t come out alive from the ruins were generally presumed dead!

However, among the three who didn’t make it out, there was the highly renowned ‘Invincible Wargod’ Luo Feng! No one could have imagined that Luo Feng would fail! Even if he failed, at least he should have escaped, even if crippled. But Luo Feng and the other two Wargods were never heard from again.

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Inside the gigantic spaceship-like building of the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo’s global headquarters.

The black-clad man, Hong, stood silently, looking out through the glass window.

“Dojo Master,” Yaorao said respectfully.

“I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it…” Hong sighed deeply.

This time, eight people went in, and five came out. The fastest one came out in just three days! The latest one came out on the fifteenth day! The remaining three never emerged… and Luo Feng was among them. Generally, according to convention, if someone didn’t come out after three months, they would be declared dead!

Before translation software, the longest a Wargod warrior was trapped in the No. 9 ancient civilization ruins, unable to understand or read, was over seven months.

But since the advent of translation software, efficiency had greatly increased. The longest anyone had been trapped was only a month and a half! The Dojo extended the time by double, setting the declaration of death at ‘three months.’

If someone couldn’t emerge from the No. 9 ancient civilization ruins after three months, they would be presumed dead!

“This time, three didn’t come out,” the black-clad man Hong said in a low voice. “Notify their relatives of their death! Luo Feng is an exception… notify Luo Feng’s relatives that Luo Feng is possibly dead, but it’s unconfirmed.”

“Yes,” Yaorao bowed and replied.

“But Dojo Master, it’s already been three months?” Yaorao couldn’t help but ask.

The black-clad man sighed softly: “I still can’t believe that Luo Feng would fall in these No. 9 ancient civilization ruins. Go!”

“Yes,” Yaorao retreated and left.

The black-clad man Hong silently watched out the window. The first time he met Luo Feng was at the elite training camp, and even then, Hong was astonished by Luo Feng’s talent! Later, step by step, he valued Luo Feng even more. He even entrusted the ‘Duntiansuo’ to Luo Feng, believing that Luo Feng would become his right-hand man in the future.

He never expected…

…that he would fall in the relatively low-danger No. 9 ancient civilization ruins.

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Early morning, Mingyue Residential District, Yangzhou City.

“Hong Guo, what do you think is going on?” Gong Xinlan called from the kitchen. “I haven’t been able to reach Xiao Feng for three months, and my heart has been in a constant state of panic.”

“Don’t worry,”

Luo Hongguo, reading a newspaper in the living room, chuckled. “Our son, he’s an unparalleled expert! Killing monsters is like slicing vegetables. The Southeast Military Region Commander even came to our house to thank us last time.”

Suddenly—

The doorbell rang.

“Maybe Xiao Feng is back.” Luo Hongguo immediately got up, but Gong Xinlan, who was in the kitchen, ran even faster than him, rushing to the door to open it.

“Who are you?”

Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan looked at the two people in front of them with confusion. Standing outside the door was a very beautiful woman, accompanied by another young girl behind her. And on the steps outside the door, four more people came up, who were none other than Chairman Zhou and three supervisors from the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo’s Jiangnan Base City branch.

All six of them had solemn expressions.

“Hong Guo, something’s not right, I feel a bit uneasy,” Gong Xinlan whispered.

“Chairman Zhou? Please come in quickly,” Luo Hongguo said with a forced smile.

The six people entered.

The leading woman bowed and said, “Mr. Luo, Mrs. Gong, I am Jiang Fang, Luo Feng’s master.”

“Oh, so it’s Teacher Jiang Fang, I’ve heard of you,” Gong Xinlan smiled.

“I’m here today to inform you of some news.” Jiang Fang’s eyes held a trace of sorrow. She hadn’t expected that talented and diligent young man to…

Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan exchanged glances.

“Your son, Luo Feng, our Dojo suspects he has died, so we are here to inform you both,” Jiang Fang said in a low voice.

“Oh my God!”

Gong Xinlan’s eyes widened, and she fainted, collapsing softly. Luo Hongguo’s body trembled, but he quickly supported his wife, and tears streamed down his face.

Jiang Fang also quickly helped Gong Xinlan. Gong Xinlan’s limp body trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes, looking at Jiang Fang. Her voice was trembling: “Teacher Jiang, impossible, it’s impossible, my Xiao Feng can’t be in trouble, impossible, impossible…” Gong Xinlan’s face was terrifyingly pale.

“Both of you, it’s only a suspicion, not yet confirmed,” Jiang Fang quickly said.

“Yes, just a suspicion,” Luo Hongguo said, supporting Gong Xinlan. “It’s nothing, Xiao Feng will come back.”

Gong Xinlan, however, cried silently.

Suspicion?

What kind of power was the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo? The strongest power on Earth! Would the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo send several Wargods to inform them without solid evidence? Father Luo Hongguo understood… his son Luo Feng was probably 90% likely dead.

“Chairman Zhou, hello.”

A smiling Luo Hua walked into the house, but upon seeing his father and mother’s expressions, he panicked and rushed over: “Dad, Mom, what’s wrong?”