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Chapter 415 Shattered Star Battle Mastery Perfection, Roaring Roar!

Spring Festival.

It is the most important holiday in the Federation all year round, without exception.

After all, this festival has existed for thousands of years.

It evolved from the ancient New Year's prayer and sacrificial rites, but this year's Spring Festival is particularly special.

It was the first Spring Festival after the announcement of the full arrival of ghosts and gods.

Therefore, many people have different feelings about this year's Spring Festival.

They hoped to use the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival to drive away the negative emotions brought about by the sudden changes in the world.

I also hope that things will get better next year.

After all, they now know that humans are no longer at the top of the food chain in this world.

Above them are spirits and gods.

This will naturally create a sense of oppression for people.

So people fantasize about taking advantage of this once-a-year opportunity.

Release all the pressure.

The cold wind whipped up fine snow and lashed against the city tower.

On the majestic city gates of Dawn City, rows of enormous red lanterns swayed stubbornly in the biting wind.

A warm glow was cast down.

At the top of the city gate, beneath the four powerful characters "City of Dawn".

A bright red banner fluttered in the wind.

"As we bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new, we pray for the eternal stability of our land and the long-lasting peace of our people!"

At the city gate, a long line of people formed to enter the city.

Travelers carrying backpacks, immigrants with their families, and extraordinary individuals hurrying about in various uniforms.
Each face was tired.

At this moment, everything is bathed in the red glow of the lanterns.

"Mom, look! Such a big red lantern!"

A little girl, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, her face red from the cold, pointed at the city gate and jumped up and down excitedly.

Her mother held her daughter's hand tightly.

He gazed at the auspicious red color and nodded vigorously.

"Just go in."

An elderly man with gray hair muttered to himself, his cloudy gaze passing over the city gate.

Looking towards the city, one could vaguely see the bright lights.

He sold all his belongings from a city in the southern border that was repeatedly harassed by the Ghost of Fate, and through a roundabout connection, he finally boarded a flying shuttle and traveled for several months before arriving at this legendary Arctic paradise.

The City of Dawn.

It is currently rated as the safest city online.

Just two months.

This miraculous city, rising abruptly from the ice field, has seen its population grow like a snowball.

The initial core consisted of the relatives of Fang Qingyu's tens of thousands of troops, as well as residents who migrated from other cities in the Arctic, totaling no more than two hundred thousand.

However, when Hong Qitian's earth-shattering live broadcast tore open the truth of the world...

Fang Qingyu's heroic efforts to turn the tide in several cities, including Qingjian and Songdu, were repeatedly reported by Federal News.

The story of a city in the Arctic where spring reigns all year round, and a local deity presiding over it, has been passed down by word of mouth.

The immigration frenzy could no longer be contained.

They spared no expense to hire a team of superhumans to escort them across the wilderness.

Squeezing onto the Xuanjia-1 shuttle, which had just been put into operation by Deep Blue Heavy Industry and whose ticket price was higher than gold.

Some people even traveled thousands of miles on foot to get here.
Just for this era of great change.

Seize that glimmer of light that is the safest beacon of hope.

Today, the city of Dawn has a population that has long since surpassed several million.

And new faces continue to arrive every day.

The top floor of the city lord's mansion.

The meeting room was warm and cozy.

Soft light streamed down from the dome, illuminating the expensive star-patterned wooden table in the room with a warm glow.

At the end of the long table, Hong Qitian leaned casually against the large, high-backed chair, his legs even propped up unceremoniously on the smooth edge of the table.

He was fiddling with a knife in his hand.

A long sword that was unremarkable in appearance, and could even be described as dilapidated.

The blade was encased in a rotten, blackened wooden scabbard. The scabbard was covered in cracks, with many pieces of wood grain peeling off, revealing a similarly rusted metal lining inside.

The leather cord that once wrapped around the knife handle had long since rotted away, leaving only the mottled, dark red metal grip.

It was covered with a thick layer of rust.

The original carvings are almost unrecognizable.

It was the rusty knife that Fang Qingyu brought back from Qiufeng Village.

Hong Qitian's calloused fingers slowly rubbed the cold scabbard, his brows furrowed in worry.

"tsk"

He smacked his lips and carefully placed the rusty knife flat on the table.

Then, the old man pulled out a thread-bound ancient book with a yellowed cover and frayed edges from somewhere.

He moistened his lips with saliva and carefully turned the pages of the book.

Squinting, bathed in the soft light from the dome.

They carefully examined each character one by one.

Fang Qingyu stood on the other side of the long table.

Seeing Hong Qitian's unprecedentedly serious expression, he asked.

"Have you figured out anything yet?"

Hong Qitian didn't even look up, his withered fingers tracing a line of blurry seal script: "What's the rush? Even when you're looking for a bargain at an antique stall, you still have to look around three times. This knife is a bit strange."

He turned a page, the pages rustling softly.

"Have you shown it to Lord Zhulong? What did she say?"

Fang Qingyu shook his head: "I've seen it. But..."

He paused, recalling the indifferent expression on Zhulong's face when he took the rusty knife.

"She just glanced at it and said it was indeed a divine weapon, but she didn't seem to care much about what it was specifically."

"Oh, that's normal."

Hong Qitian chuckled and finally deigned to lift his eyelids from the ancient book, glancing at Fang Qingyu.

"Given her status and personality, there are probably very few things in this world that she would care about."

He closed the ancient book, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

"But if she says it's a divine weapon, then it's basically a done deal. The question is, which one?"

He picked up the rusty knife and weighed it in his hand: "There aren't many divine weapons that have survived from ancient times. Most of them were damaged or lost over the long years, or hidden away by some old monsters as their final possessions. What's even more difficult is..."

The old man sighed.

"Some things were not used by the gods back then."

"Hmm?" Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow.

“For example, this one.” Hong Qitian pointed to the rusty knife. “Judging from its shape, length, and the fact that it’s neither gold nor wood, it looks like the weapon of a top human warrior from some ancient period.”

"It's just that people back then were incredibly fierce, and the weapons they wielded were so powerful that they could rival the gods, so later generations also classified them as divine weapons."

"It's the same as classifying tigers as felines. That's true, but it just doesn't feel quite right."

He stroked the peeling wood grain on the scabbard, his gaze somewhat distant.

"These old objects have been stained with too much blood and have endured too many years. Their essence has been worn away. Even a god would have a hard time recognizing them just by looking at them or touching them."

Fang Qingyu nodded knowingly: "Then I'll trouble you. I'll go into seclusion in my meditation room for a while."

Hong Qitian waved his hand impatiently.

He didn't even raise his head.

He then plunged headfirst into that yellowed ancient book.

He was muttering a few obscure ancient god names to himself.

Fang Qingyu turned and left the conference room.

The door slid open and closed silently.

Until Fang Qingyu left.

Hong Qitian slowly raised his head, but his gaze did not return to the ancient book or the rusty knife. Instead, it fell on a seemingly empty corner of the conference room.

"This boy"

A strange smile appeared on Hong Qitian's wrinkled face, as if he were pleased, but also a little sad.

"Have you been a little too polite lately? Has the sun risen in the west?"

As he finished speaking, the air in that corner rippled slightly like water.

Xiao Jiu's aloof figure appeared silently.

“He has recently been in contact with a lot of seniors who are in charge of surveillance.”

Xiao Jiu's voice was calm and undisturbed, like the flow of an icy spring.

"I heard bits and pieces of information about your past from them."

Hong Qitian's smile froze for a moment.

It then turned into a sigh filled with complex emotions.

"Oh, it was those old guys who were too talkative."

He murmured, his withered fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

"That's good. It saves me from having no one to reminisce about how powerful I was back in the day when I kick the bucket and get buried in the ground."

His tone carried a hint of self-deprecation.

He was silent for a moment, then refocused his gaze and looked directly at Xiao Jiu: "Little girl."

"Yes." Xiao Jiu nodded slightly.

Hong Qitian's voice lowered: "From now on, you don't need to hide anymore. Just follow him openly and honestly."

In Xiao Jiu's cool and aloof eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face.

Hong Qitian didn't give her a chance to speak and continued, "From Xiao Yi to Xiao Ba, all eight of them followed me back then, and none of them ended up well."

"Some perished in the turbulent currents of the Boundless Corridor, leaving no trace of their bodies; others, in their attempt to hold back a certain mad god, didn't even leave behind their ashes. I've always felt quite ashamed."

"It's different now."

He let out a long breath and turned his gaze back to Xiao Jiu, with a touch of elder's gentleness.

"That kid's gotten too big for his britches. You saw that strike yesterday too. Although it was a clever trick, taking advantage of the momentum of that initial strike, and also succeeding because he was suppressed by Lord Zhulong, it was a lucky break."

"But being able to kill a Xuan Ding level god is enough to terrify those old geezers."

A relieved smile appeared on his lips: "With his current strength, as long as he is not surrounded and killed by multiple Xuanding-level gods, or unlucky enough to run into an old monster of the Yuanxu level, he can protect himself more than enough."

"You're mostly following him, well, to be his assistant and run errands, so he won't be left without support when he goes on a rampage. The days of hiding in the shadows and living in fear are coming to an end."

Xiao Jiu listened quietly.

Her cool, clear eyes gazed at Hong Qitian's aged eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, she nodded very slightly.

"it is good."

The door to the meditation room slid open silently.

It then quietly closed behind Fang Qingyu.

The room was completely empty except for a simple futon in the center of the floor.

Fang Qingyu sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank to the deepest part of the sea of consciousness.

The map unfolds silently.

My eyes immediately focused on the Physique section:
[Tian Gang: 51 (Six times breaking limits)]

This is the qualitative change brought about by the Yuanshi Kaitian Strategy entering the fifth realm.

The Xuanjing body completely shed its mortal impurities, and the Heavenly Dao patterns were imprinted on its bones.

It presents a sky-blue color reminiscent of the primordial chaos.

It's only halfway to achieving the perfect Heavenly Divine Physique.

The improvement is considerable.

Furthermore, it elevated the original technique of Creation to the level of Purification and Turbidity.
However, there is currently a problem that is blocking Fang Qingyu's way.

That is, the current Primordial Creation Strategy can still be upgraded.

However, the distinction between clear and turbid states cannot be deduced at present, and no experience can be gained from it.

This means that if you now invest skill points into the Primordial Creation Strategy...

That would result in a significant loss.

Because that would only improve physical fitness.

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The distinction between clarity and turbidity cannot be deduced later.

Most likely, it's because Fang Qingyu's current cultivation level is too low.

"It seems that before reaching the fourth tier, the Purification and Turbidity techniques can only be used as a last resort, a desperate measure."

Fang Qingyu understood the situation and wasn't particularly discouraged.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

He turned his attention to the career panel:

【Profession: Shattered Star Warrior (★★★★) Lv.2 (18771/20000)】

This is thanks to the profound mystery of the primordial spirit's automatic cultivation.

In just a few months, the experience of the Shattered Star Fighter has soared from the early stage of the second tier to nearly the late stage of the third tier.

We are close to breaking through the threshold of the later stages.

Just one final push away.

If word got out about this speed, it would be enough to make any so-called genius martial artist ashamed to the point of suicide.

However, if one relies solely on the primordial spirit to cultivate automatically...

I want to break through to the fourth-tier Martial Venerable realm.

It will still take a considerable amount of time and effort.

So the next time.

You should focus all your energy on cultivating your martial arts skills.

And this time.

Fang Qingyu's purpose in his brief seclusion was to max out all of the skills of the Shattered Star Dou Kui.

It allows one to focus on cultivating martial arts skills with peace of mind.

Below the graph, a line of golden prompts flashes quietly:

[The primordial authority of the Fire God has been detected. Convert it into 5000 skill points?]

This is the message left after the sword strike that killed a god on the Arctic Ocean.

The diagram plundered the opponent's control over fire.

Under normal circumstances, Fang Qingyu could use it as the fusion authority for advancing to the level of the Abyss Judgment Master or the Divine Firmament Envoy.

However, fire clearly doesn't suit either of the two professions very well.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu did not intend to keep it.

Instead, they intend to convert them into skill points.

Simply fill the entire Shattered Star Dou Kui area with it.

"Conversion." The number representing skill points on the graph instantly jumped from [0] to [5000].

Fang Qingyu then turned to the page about the Shattered Star Dipper.

Look at those four mastered core skills.

Each of the following skill points was injected into the Starry Sky Undying Body, Eternal Star Abyss, Celestial Patrol Shattered Star, and Universe Flowing Trace.

Four vast and powerful torrents of insights.

It was as if four stars had exploded in the depths of my consciousness.

The Starry Sky Undying Body has reached its perfect state!
The entire body's bones, internal organs, and meridians
Every inch seemed to transform into a miniature star, moving and breathing on its own according to the trajectory of the star map.

Starlight is no longer an external force.

Rather, it is a radiance that bursts forth from the depths of the very origin of life.

The physical body is the starry sky; as long as the starry sky exists, the physical body will never perish!

The Eternal Star Abyss is complete.

Deep within the dantian, the miniature star vortex formed from the power of stellar remains suddenly collapsed.

With a thought, Xingyuan spun, and the surrounding space twisted and collapsed.
Four different insights washed over his mind.

Fang Qingyu's body, which was sitting cross-legged, trembled slightly.

Fine, dark gold star patterns involuntarily appeared on the surface of the body.

The space around him rippled slightly with his breathing.

Time slipped away quietly amidst deep reflection.

I don't know how much time passed, but the last vestige of insight was completely absorbed.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

At this point, the Shattered Star Warrior's job panel appears.

Aside from the Primordial Creation Strategy and the Formless Heart Sutra.

All skills have been perfected.

The four laws of starry sky, flame, thunder, and true dragon were also perfected by Fang Qingyu in the previous two months.

Thus.

There's not much room for improvement in the Shattered Star Warrior class anymore.

You just need to gradually improve your cultivation level.

You can temporarily allocate the remaining skill points to the other two classes.

Of course, there is another very important thing to do.

That is to find the necessary upgrade materials in advance for the Shattered Star Battle Master.
To be honest, this is the most difficult part.

After all, when advancing from Dragon Fist Grandmaster to Shattered Star Dou Kui, the spine of the Kunpeng was used.

One can only imagine what kind of items would be needed to advance to the next level of the Shattered Star Dou Kui!

Fang Qingyu couldn't think of a solution to this problem for the time being.

So we can only try to find out more over time.

Get your thoughts in order.

Fang Qingyu stood up from the cultivation room.

Stretched his muscles.

The bones throughout the body emitted a series of clear and melodious jade-like sounds.

Feel the power surging within me like a galaxy, heavy as a star's core.

A satisfied smile curved Fang Qingyu's lips.

This feeling of elevation.

It's always captivating.

The next step is to improve my martial arts skills.

He truly reached the fourth-tier Martial Venerable realm!

Fang Qingyu then walked out of the cultivation room.

There were people waiting at the door, and they saw Fang Qingyu come out.

The other party immediately said respectfully, "City Lord, Senior Hong is in the rest room. He said that if you come out of seclusion, please come over immediately. He said that there is progress on that knife."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu vanished from the spot in an instant.

The lounge was warm and inviting.

Hong Qitian and Xiao Jiu sat on two large sofas.

On the carpet in the middle, the long, rusty knife lay quietly.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the door and entered.

"Wow, you got through customs pretty quickly."

Hong Qitian raised his eyes, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over Fang Qingyu.

"Something gained."

Fang Qingyu walked closer and his gaze fell on the rusty knife on the carpet.

"You called me here because of this knife."

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian immediately asked, "Kid, tell me honestly, did you really get this from that old man who guards a broken well?"

Fang Qingyu, somewhat helplessly, briefly recounted how Zhang Dashan, an old man, risked his life to protect the item during the rescue of Qiufeng Village, and how it was eventually entrusted to him.

"That's how it went. At the time, Zhao Gang also felt that the knife was incredibly old, but the elders insisted that it was related to the hope of humanity and that they had to bring it out even at the cost of their lives."

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian's expression became extremely strange.

It felt like a mixture of envy and a toothache.

The old man shook his head and smacked his lips.

"Just by going out to put out a fire, I can find a treasure of this level. Back in the day, I almost lost my life in the Boundless Corridor trying to snatch a broken Xuan weapon."

Fang Qingyu felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

He bent down and picked up the rusty knife from the ground.

A cold sensation traveled through my palm, but the blade remained lifeless, devoid of any spiritual energy.

"So, please stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what kind of knife this is?"

Seeing this, Hong Qitian stood up from the sofa: "At present, it is only some speculation, and we are not very sure, but you will know if you come with me to try."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Qitian took a step forward.

His figure vanished like wisps of smoke.

The Great Wall of the Arctic.

Although the evil spirits of the Arctic have been eradicated.

But the people inside the Great Wall are still there, and even the army is still there.

However, its strategic significance here lies in resisting the Arctic demons.

It has become a special city.

In a prison somewhere.

The corridor stretched forward under the stark white emergency lights.

A colonel in a black Great Wall-style military uniform was already waiting at the end of the corridor.

Upon seeing Hong Qitian and the other two appear.

He immediately straightened his back and gave a standard and powerful military salute.

"Old Hong, the target has been prepared as instructed and is being held in room number seven."

Hong Qitian nodded without saying anything more.

He walked straight to the door next to him.

The officer quickly stepped forward and verified the palm print and iris scan on the scanner on the side of the door.

"Click!"

The doors hummed softly as they slid silently open to both sides.

The room is not big.

A restraint column stands in the center.

A figure bound tightly in chains like a rice dumpling was kneeling there with its head bowed.

The man had a thick black hood over his head.

Hong Qitian gestured with his eyes.

Have Fang Qingyu kill him.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu gripped his rusty knife and stepped inside.

I walked up behind him and stood still.

With a flick of his wrist, the rusty blade traced a dim arc under the pale light, lightly slicing across the bandit's neck.

laugh--

Warm, fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

The ground and the restraint pillars were instantly stained red.

However, at the very moment blood splattered...

hum-

The rusty knife in Fang Qingyu's hand suddenly trembled.

The thick, scab-like rust on the blade seemed to wriggle slightly, as if it were alive.

Even stranger things happened.

The gushing, scalding blood did not completely spill onto the ground.

A significant portion of it transformed into streaks of scarlet blood, like leeches drawn by the scent of blood, rushing towards the rusty blade.

Sizzle.
A chilling sucking sound rang out.

The rust on the blade greedily absorbed the blood, and the dark red rust spots seemed to be infused with life, their color becoming eerie and deep.

And the headless corpse of the bandits.

After a large amount of blood was drained, it withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin quickly lost its luster and became dull and dusty.

In just a few breaths, the muscular, robust body that had been bulging with muscles disappeared.

It turned into a withered skeleton wrapped in tattered clothes.

Outside, Hong Qitian looked at the long sword that had absorbed blood, its rust turning a deep, dark color like congealed blood.

His tone carried a hint of regret.

"It really is that knife."

Fang Qingyu walked out of the room carrying a knife.

The bloodstains on the knife disappeared without a trace, as if absorbed by a sponge.

But the deep, dark red rust color seemed to have solidified.

It reeks of blood that cannot be washed away.

"Have you figured out what it is?"

Fang Qingyu looked at Hong Qitian, and he could feel that the knife in his hand seemed to have come alive.

Although it remains silent.

But it was no longer as lifeless as before.

Hong Qitian didn't keep them in suspense any longer.

He said softly, "This sword is named Minghong."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

This name wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him.

When he was a child, he liked to search online for things like the top ten famous swords and the top ten famous knives when he had nothing to do.

I have indeed seen the name Minghong before.

According to ancient legends, when the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan collected copper from Shou Mountain to forge the sacred sword Xuanyuan, the remaining material in the furnace spontaneously flowed to the bottom of the furnace and, after cooling, naturally formed the shape of a knife.

Its sword intent was so fierce, and its sharpness so intense, that it seemed poised to burst forth from the furnace.

The Yellow Emperor believed that this sword possessed an inherent sword intent and was too ferocious, fearing it might turn against the person wielding it, and thus intended to destroy it with the Xuanyuan Sword.

Unexpectedly, the sword transformed into a crimson cloud magpie, letting out a long cry.

It broke through the blazing furnace, vanished into the vast sea of clouds, and disappeared without a trace.

This thing was originally just a legend.

but
It seems that it really does exist.

However, Fang Qingyu looked at the rusty longsword in his hand.

It's really hard to connect it with the legendary, ferocious weapon that transformed into a magpie and vanished.

"Very surprised?"

Hong Qitian saw through his thoughts and sneered.

"What kind of person could be considered a malevolent weapon by the master of the Xuanyuan Sword, who wanted to destroy it as soon as possible?"

Fang Qingyu listened, his fingers brushing across the blade.

The most crucial question has been asked.

"What is its advancement ritual?"

Hong Qitian's expression instantly became extremely serious, even carrying a hint of sternness.

He looked at Fang Qingyu and slowly uttered a single word:

"kill!"

"Not only must we kill!"

"Even more deadly!"

"Ultimately, we must kill the gods!"

"Use the blood of all spirits as the catalyst, the grievances of the dead as the fuel, and the souls of the gods as the sacrifice!"

"Strip away the blood and rust, and awaken the true spirit."

Hong Qitian's voice echoed in the corridor.

Fang Qingyu listened, then looked down at the murderous knife named Minghong in his hand.

"kill"

Fang Qingyu repeated the word in a low voice.

But deep within his eyes lay a profound calm.

The sword is named Minghong, and its meaning is self-evident.

If it weren't some extremely malevolent and dangerous weapon, how could it dare to rival the brilliance of the Xuanyuan Holy Sword?
"But don't overthink it. This thing is just for sucking blood. It won't cause any problems or make you a demon. You're just overthinking it."

"The more you kill with this sword, the stronger it becomes."

"So in ancient times, some people, unable to kill the strong, would kill ordinary people instead."

"Otherwise, there won't be any problems with normal use."

Seeing Fang Qingyu deep in thought.

Hong Qitian thought Fang Qingyu was afraid to use it, so he quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu couldn't help but smile.

"I know that."

"I just didn't expect that this knife would be Minghong's."

As he spoke, Fang Qingyu flipped his wrist and steadily attached the knife to the special belt around his waist.

The scabbard is fastened to the belt.

It emitted a slight, metallic crackling sound.

Then he looked at Hong Qitian and Xiao Jiu and smiled.