Chapter 1671 - 1672: Boundless Grace
The man shook his head, looking at Yang Fei with deep meaning.
"Divine punishment isn't inevitable; it's just that true power doesn't require relief."
"Once you gather twelve Crystal Skulls, you can open the Door of Creation."
"At that time, rewriting the Heaven and Earth Rules will naturally resolve divine punishment."
Yang Fei's eyes widened: "Crystal Skulls?"
He already had two Crystal Skulls beside him.
He never knew what these were for, but he hadn't expected them to be related to divine punishment.
Thinking this, Yang Fei instantly felt invigorated.
An Zichen stubbornly endured divine punishment, nearly losing her life, and he now used the Heavenly Secret Talisman to resist the power of divine punishment.
If he can collect 12 Crystal Skulls and change the Heaven and Earth Rules.
This will not only save himself but also rescue everyone tormented by divine punishment.
The Old Taoist, Uncle Afu, including Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and many others, could all avoid divine punishment.
The man saw Yang Fei's eyes brightening with delight, shook his head.
"I hope you can withstand divine law so you can gain the greatest power."
"And great power is the only means to survive on the Burial God Battlefield."
With that, the man took a deep breath.
"Remember, you are the sole heir to the Nine Extreme Dragon Decree. Your future achievements may surpass mine. Have confidence in yourself."
Yang Fei looked into his expectant gaze and nodded, a firm resolve in his heart.
No matter what, he would collect all 12 Crystal Skulls to break divine punishment for the benefit of many friends and family, even if he did not need it himself.
After finishing, the man waved at Yang Fei.
"Alright, that's all for us. I hope you can return to the Burial God Battlefield soon and join me in facing strong adversaries."
As he spoke, his figure flickered, and pure Heaven and Earth Vital Energy gathered around him, forming a visible vortex.
In the next second, the man's figure disappeared.
Yang Fei panicked, rushed forward, and shouted loudly.
"Foster father, you haven't told me your name yet?"
"Wang Xiaoshi, Wang Xiaodan, Wang Xiaoji, call whatever you want, just don't call me a jerk."
The man's teasing voice vanished in an instant, the vortex in the air disappeared, and the scene returned to normal.
Yet that god-like man was already out of sight.
Yang Fei stared blankly at the few wisps of clouds on the horizon, drifting and relaxing.
The sea rushed onto the beach, leaving him in a state of confusion.
Although Yang Fei hadn't regained his memory until now, he inexplicably felt much more at ease.
He clenched his fist and made a silent vow to one day reach the Burial God Battlefield and witness the true prowess of top fighters.
Not far away, more than a dozen figures sprinted over like lightning.
The girl at the forefront, in a snow-white long dress, flew in the breeze—the sacred and elegant face filled with anxiety.
Yang Fei couldn't help but frown, An Zichen had arrived.
But the present An Zichen was very different from the one in Yang Fei's memory.
In a frantic mess, tears welled in her eyes, like an ordinary girl, pitiful and lovely.
Yang Fei widened his eyes; is this still the An Zichen he knows?
In the next moment, his eyes opened wider.
The elegant Xue Mingtai also sprinted toward them wildly.
He discarded the Korean-style coat, his hair messed up by the sea breeze, looking very disheveled.
Young Master Ming Tai, who was usually gentle as jade, turned into this?
Not far away, a group of experts from Evil Dragon charged over like a swarm of chaotic bees.
At this moment, everyone's Martial Arts power was evident.
Fan Yi moved the fastest but managed to remain calm and leisurely.
Mad Blade, Long Xia, Cui Xiang, and the Three Swords followed behind Fan Yi, with everyone else trailing them.
An Zichen rushed to Yang Fei's side, grabbed his chest.
"Where's that man?"
Yang Fei innocently pointed to the void: "Gone."
"Ah… he didn't see me, that old jerk!"
An Zichen felt incredible disappointment and abruptly cursed.
Yang Fei couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.
As Wang Xiaoshi left, he said they could call him anything but not a jerk.
But within minutes, An Zichen uttered this curse as if she anticipated it?
After cursing, An Zichen seemed terribly wronged, slowly squatted down.
Her hands covered her face; her back heaved silently, clearly crying.
Xue Mingtai slowed his pace from afar, slowly approached Yang Fei.
His expression also appeared deeply sorrowful and wistful.
"Alas, I didn't expect not to catch a glimpse of his elder self. What a pity!"
Yang Fei was truly puzzled, looking at Xue Mingtai.
"You know this man? Please, what is your relationship with him?"
Xue Mingtai didn't answer Yang Fei's question, deeply sighed, his gaze at the flowing clouds in the horizon, lost in a daze.
Yang Fei watched An Zichen squatting on the ground, sobbing silently.
Her tears flowed like a clear spring through her fingers, soaking the golden sand below.
Yang Fei felt an inexplicable wave of sympathy in his heart.
He squatted down, gently patted An Zichen's shoulder.
"Alright, don't cry, foster father said he'd meet us again."
An Zichen raised her head sharply, her eyes lit with joy: "Really?"
Yang Fei's heart fluttered, yet his face showed sincerity.
"How could I lie to you? May I ask who he is…"
An Zichen instantly replied: "He is my and Xue Mingtai's father from another mother."
"Ah?"
This truly shocked Yang Fei, his mouth wide open.
"You're saying Wang Xiaoshi… foster father is your father?"
At that moment, countless incredible questions boomed into clarity in Yang Fei's mind.
No wonder when he was in Yannan and faced strong enemies, Xue Mingtai voluntarily sought him out, offering much help.
An Zichen's attitude was that of a child sulking.
She felt Yang Fei had taken Wang Xiaoshi's affection, something her solitary nature couldn't tolerate.
Old Master Wang's attitude in the Capital City also found the best explanation.
Old Master Wang treated Yang Fei closer than his own grandson—it's all because of this one man.
Wang Xiaoshi!
Yang Fei suddenly thought of a crucial question: "What about my biological parents?"
Xue Mingtai shook his head.
"We don't know. Since childhood, we grew up on an island."
"After you joined the military, many things happened. Since the Yinxue Tower was hit by a natural disaster, father never returned."
Yang Fei stared blankly at Xue Mingtai: "So you all know about Nine Extremes?"
An Zichen snorted, raised her head, her face full of jealousy.
"The Nine Extreme Dragon Decree is a top-notch Martial Arts Heart Method studied by father and the elite experts from Yinxue Tower, using an Ancient God Sovereign's Shariputra."
"They say, those who reach the peak can traverse the world, shatter the void."
"Such a powerful Martial Arts Heart Method can only be cultivated with the Shariputra of Godly Sovereign as a guide."
"Thus, only one person can cultivate the Nine-Level Divine Dragon Decision. Among numerous siblings, father specifically chose you, truly unfair."
Yang Fei's mind sank into tremendous shock.
He never expected this man to be so benevolent to him.