Chapter 351 – A Calamity That Invites Speculation

Ugh!

Ah!

Hmm!

“Can’t you be gentler, damn it!”

“Fuck your ancestors! Then can you stop moaning so suggestively? If I hadn’t witnessed what I’m doing with my own eyes, I’d have mistaken you for some pervert engaged in shady business.”

“Sss… oh, it hurts…”

Ye Kuang’s large hands abruptly twisted the bones, then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and inexplicably said, “Next!”

Zheng Xiucai: “I don’t need it. Treat Gao Qing’s injuries first—he’s almost done for, boo hoo.”

As he spoke, the scholar immediately started sobbing with snot and tears, clearly making it sound as real as could be.

Gao Qing: “Scholar, damn your grandmother! I’ll draw circles and crosses to curse you, you bastard. You’re the one who’s almost done for!”

Seeing this, although Ye Kuang found it somewhat hard to comprehend the sparks flying between these shameless individuals, he couldn’t deny it: this group of people, once they survive a hundred battles, would surely dedicate their lives and spill their guts until death. And these two, once they develop a bromance, after narrowly escaping death, would inevitably indulge in reckless antics.

It could be said that with these inexplicable feelings surging over him, as their leader, he had to admit: for a confidant, one would take a blade between the ribs; for a bromance, mutual harm naturally couldn’t be avoided.

Little did they know, while they were recuperating here, countless forces in the outside world were collectively enraged.

Truly, where some rejoice, others grieve; where some gloat, there will be those who delight in others’ success.

And this battlefield without smoke had quietly spread across all corners of Blue Star.

Ningyuan Nation.

In the Golden Lion King’s palace, hysterical roars suddenly erupted.

Countless young talents were so terrified they fell silent, each one restless and trembling uncontrollably.

“Who can tell this king what the hell is going on? That old man has been missing in the deep sea for years, and he hadn’t kicked the bucket until recently. Why did he die so inexplicably?”

“…”

Seeing that no one responded, the Golden Lion King could no longer contain his blazing fury. He smashed the tea table and flowerpots one after another, shattering them, then ground the pieces into dust over and over again.

“If that old man had to die, why did he have to choose such a critical time to make things difficult for all of us? Who was it? Investigate for this king! Dig out that bastard at all costs! Get out, get out, get out!”

Dragon Country.

The Elder leisurely sipped his tea. Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, turbulent waves had long been stirring.

“Elder Xin, how can you remain so composed?”

“Hehe, excessive anger harms the body. One must know to occasionally suppress the flames—this is a wonderful method for cultivating one’s character and nurturing one’s nature.”

As he spoke, the Elder inadvertently squeezed a few cracks into the teacup in his hand.

“Is that so? It seems someone isn’t as calm as they appear on the surface after all. Let’s hear your thoughts.”

“Alas, if heaven changes, it cannot be altered. This world will eventually reveal ‘her’ truth—it’s only a matter of time. But what I didn’t expect was that it would come so quickly.”

“Oh… then what should we do?”

“Wait quietly for the great era to descend.”

……

Northern Desert Pavilion.

Yu Moshan.

It could be said that tens of thousands of forces, large and small, across this world were stirred—every mountain peak, every organization was shaken by this.

The current situation heralded an impending era of chaos, yet it was also an opportunity for rise.Behind the scenes, the winds and clouds converged, with the world as their chessboard, all vying to become the players.

In short, the fall of the Cremation King was an unknown fate and a challenge for everyone and every faction!

Of course, had Ye Kuang known that their swift vengeance would lead to such consequences, he would never have driven the Cremation King to utter destruction. Unfortunately…

Beside the ruins, in the hall of Building Two of the grand conference venue.

Here, it could be described as a scene of laughter and joy, though not without its share of crude scenes—some cursing others, others cursing back. Yet, without exception, all felt profoundly fortunate to have survived the calamity in their lifetime.

Sophia then approached gracefully, holding a stemmed red wine glass. After taking a sip, she asked, “Don’t you like the atmosphere here?”

“How could that be?” Ye Kuang retorted upon hearing her. “But such joyful moments are rare and fleeting. Tell me, how many of these cheerful atmospheres can we experience in our brief lives?”

No sooner had he spoken than he couldn’t help but look somewhat troubled.

Hearing this, Sophia murmured, “You overthink things, and that’s why you have such worries. Though life is short, as long as you’re with the one you love, whether in joy or sorrow, those are the precious fragments of happiness, aren’t they?”

“Perhaps,” Ye Kuang sighed.

Seeing this, Sophia also sighed quietly and said, “Why don’t you ask me why I showed such complex emotions earlier?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang turned his head and replied with a seemingly amused expression, “If you want to tell me, you will. If not, asking would be pointless, wouldn’t it?”

“Fine, you’re the clever one, always so sharp,” Sophia said, then lightly tapped his forehead with her delicate hand.

“Speaking of complex emotions, I must bring up a serious issue with you.”

“Oh? What issue?” Ye Kuang was startled, clearly not expecting Sophia to bring up something trivial at such a critical moment.

“The great era is approaching, and you, I, or rather everyone, will be unable to escape its grasp!”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly as it sounds. The death of a Tycoon is merely a catalyst. Only after a Tycoon falls will the great calamity arrive,” Sophia sighed.

Ye Kuang was shocked by her words, so much so that he stood up without even realizing it.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with confusion as he asked, “What kind of great calamity?”

After a moment of thought, Sophia could only shake her head and say, “I don’t know.”

At this point, Ye Kuang suddenly recalled that Wuxin had also spoken of a great calamity. He couldn’t help but wonder privately: Are these two calamities one and the same? Why does no one seem to know about it? What exactly is this calamity—a natural disaster or a man-made catastrophe?

In an instant, his three thousand thoughts intertwined wildly, and he silently activated the true Zen of “Three Thousand Thoughts.”

“If the great world is about to descend, then it’s the great world’s affair. What does it have to do with you?”

“This is just unnecessary worry. Regardless of whether the calamity is real or not, the immediate problem is to strive to improve our strength, so we can protect ourselves and help those in need.”

“Whether it’s the great world or the calamity, let them all be destroyed. If gods block my path, I’ll slay gods; if Buddhas stand in my way, I’ll cut down Buddhas!”

As this thought arose, it transformed into countless speculations, feverishly guessing at the unknown future.Yet it was undeniable that Ye Kuang could only speculate on the general outline.

That is, the impending calamity would inevitably bring about major events.

As for what kind of events these might be, they had nothing to do with his current cultivation level and strength.

“Strive to grow stronger! Only by becoming the strongest can one find the sole path forward!” At this thought, Ye Kuang suddenly came to a profound realization.

Upon hearing this, Sophia couldn’t help but secretly click her tongue in astonishment.

Clearly, even she, a creature of darkness, had been startled and unsettled by the abrupt shift in someone’s gaze moments earlier.