Chapter Ninety-Eight: Power Surging Wildly

Even the darkness of the Great Nirvana Age could not sever the custom of celebrating the New Year.

The family sat together, sharing joy and laughter.

It was both a reckoning of the year gone by and the opening of a new vision for the future.

Qin Yicheng looked at his wife beside him, and at the children nearby, and could not help smiling. “This year, our family has changed beyond recognition. Xiaoming has risen against the tide and will surely become a legend of his generation. I have also stepped into the level of a War God, and even the physical condition of you mother and daughter has reached a very high standard. The future is full of promise!”

With both a son and a daughter, a harmonious home, and a son who had become something extraordinary, it would be strange if the Qin family did not flourish.

“Come, drink deep!” Qin Yicheng lifted his cup.

At that moment, even Luoxia did not stop him. She only poured her daughter some juice, drawing a pout in response.

“Come on, you go first. What are your hopes for the coming year?” Qin Yicheng set down his cup and looked at his wife.

“I hope you stay safe and sound, and Lulu stays cheerful and happy!” Luoxia said with a bright smile. “As for Xiaoming, I hope the next year brings me a fat little grandson!”

“Heehee, then won’t I become an aunt?” Lulu beamed. “Brother, hurry and find yourself a girlfriend and give me a nephew. That would be so much fun!”

“You’re supposed to be in high school. If you can’t get into a good school, your allowance will be cut off completely!” Qin Ming glared at her.

“Heehee, I’m not afraid!” Lulu stuck out her tongue. “Who doesn’t know that I’m the sister of the world’s richest man, the invincible War God, and the youngest Inspector? If I just lift a finger, I could have a whole line of followers waiting outside the city. One word from me, and money comes pouring in.”

“You really have become a little demon!”

“No, I’m going to become a queen!” Qin Lulu rose to her feet and threw up her arm. “Brother, that’s my dream. Someday I’ll surpass you and become the queen of the world!”

“That’s a fine dream,” Qin Ming said, giving her a thumbs-up.

“And you?”

“As for me, of course I’ll become the strongest person in the world within the coming year.”

The family talked and laughed.

By midnight, after watching the gala and setting off the fireworks at the door, they finally went back inside to rest.

One year ended, another began.

Casting off the old and welcoming the new, all things were renewed.

Qin Ming sat on the bed and opened his wrist device. Instantly, countless messages sprang up. He could only shrug helplessly, set a universal reply, and then call Luo He, Hong, the Thunder God, Yang Hui, Wang Lang, and the others one by one to wish them a happy new year.

After switching off the wrist device, he lay down on the bed, listening to the crackle of fireworks outside.

In his heart, there was an unprecedented peace.

He closed his eyes, and that night he slept with an ease he had never known before.

The next day, the first of the new year, after an early breakfast, Qin Ming said he would go into seclusion for a few days and quickly boarded the intelligent battlecraft.

“That boy really doesn’t care for social niceties at all,” Qin Yicheng said, fully aware of his son’s thoughts.

“Today, I’m afraid the two of us will be quite busy,” Luoxia said, seeming resigned, though pride shone on her face. “But this feeling is really nice.”

Soon afterward, one wave of visitors after another began to arrive.

The Yangzhou Guild Hall, the Jiangnan General Association, the municipal bureau, and so on.

At this moment, Qin Ming sat cross-legged in the battlecraft, suspended at an altitude of ten thousand meters. He closed his eyes and sensed the countless patterns beneath his skin. These were the spatial marks that activated instant movement, a shortcut to comprehending the law of space.

Unfortunately, even on his body, he could not feel the slightest ripple of spatial law.

To comprehend a law, one must first perceive its fluctuations, and only then can one begin to grasp the law itself.

If he could not even feel the fluctuations, how could he comprehend it?

“In this world, only after reaching world lord level is it best to sense the laws. But planetary level, stellar level, universe level, sector lord level, world lord level... I’m still far too far away.”

With a thought, Qin Ming let his consciousness traverse worlds and descend into the Great Hong World.

He sat cross-legged on the enlightenment platform, contemplating those patterns.

He did not know whether it would work, after all, this was a crossing through space and time.

“Whether it works or not, I have to try.”

Time flowed on, and he remained unmoved.

When he grew tired, he entered the Realm of Reality and Illusion, went to the left side of the stone house, and plunged into the deep mountains in search of a middle-grade spirit spring. As long as he found one, the cultivation resources in the two worlds would be sufficient for the time being.

By Qin Ming’s estimate, the divine soul corresponded roughly to planetary level. The middle-grade spirit liquid was exactly the best thing for cultivation at that stage.

As for low-grade liquid, it could no longer meet the needs of cultivation.

More than ten times he forced his way into the depths, only to be slain by a great demon.

Helpless, he understood that perhaps it was because his cultivation was still insufficient.

Time flowed on, indifferent to all else.

Three days passed in the world of Devouring, while in the other world, Jiang Fan had spent several months. He had already comprehended forty-nine kinds of artistic conceptions, and his Profound Dao Art had also reached the third layer.

In this world’s third layer, he discovered something different.

In the Great Hong World, the Profound Dao Art truly brought the body to a state of copper skin and iron bones, like an indestructible diamond body. But in the world of Devouring, it merely accelerated cultivation and improved physical qualities; his raw strength increased, but not as dramatically as in the Great Hong World.

At last, the difference had become clear.

“Let’s take it one step at a time.”

Jiang Fan sat cross-legged on the enlightenment platform, already calm and composed.

Today he was going to break through again.

He had comprehended forty-nine artistic conceptions, enough to begin with, and had already achieved a preliminary fusion of them. Even the terrifying force of the enlightenment platform made his heart tremble.

His dantian had also been opened to its limit, with no room for further progress.

“Then let’s begin.”

Jiang Fan circulated his technique, using the artistic conceptions to command his true qi, driving it upstream until it reached his sea of consciousness.

In that other world’s planetary stage, one had to open the dantian and condense stars.

In the Great Hong World, the divine soul realm required opening the sea of consciousness and transforming it into a purple mansion, where true qi would become magical power.

Booming thunder rang out, as though heaven and earth were being split apart. The sea of consciousness roared, and in an instant a space appeared within its misty depths, already opened. True qi surged madly into it, causing the space to expand at astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, it had reached a radius of forty-nine zhang.

One artistic conception corresponded to one zhang of radius.

This was already heaven-defying.

Just as the space of the sea of consciousness, or the purple mansion, was about to take shape, his original mind-space shifted over and settled in the very center.

Boom...!

The next moment, the one-meter-wide mind-space abruptly collapsed. The souls of Yubo and Nangong Rou within it surged outward, and his purple mansion absorbed them furiously, expanding with shocking speed.

This transformation was even more violent, and it nearly scared Jiang Fan to death.

“The mind-space actually collapsed?”

He steadied his heart, unmoved, and merely watched coldly.

The purple mansion expanded at a staggering rate, reaching a width of a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye, yet still showed no sign of stopping.

One li, ten li, a hundred li.

In the end, Jiang Fan’s purple mansion reached a radius of a hundred li.

A radius of a hundred li meant a circle with a hundred li as the radius, or rather, in this place, a sphere.

A hundred-li radius?

Jiang Fan’s heart trembled.

He knew very well that ordinary cultivators who attained the Dao and entered the path usually opened a purple mansion no more than one zhang across. Even among the rarest geniuses, it was only five or six zhang.

Forty-nine zhang was enough to terrify countless people if spoken aloud.

But now it had reached a hundred li across, practically a small world of its own.

No one would believe it if they heard.

It was simply impossible.

Not even a reincarnated immortal could do such a thing.

“Is it because of the soul origin of Yubo and Nangong Rou, or because of the original mind-space?”

Jiang Fan did not know.

He only knew that the present purple mansion had definitely reached an unprecedented level.