Chapter Fifty-Five: A Miracle Approaches

"Recognition granted by the Tower of Revelation, task duration: three months."

As Ke Bei examined the dark golden token in his palm, the system's crisp notification suddenly rang out.

"Three months?"

Ke Bei was taken aback. He still had no idea what the Tower of Revelation was. Previously, his tasks had never been time-bound, so he never felt pressed for urgency. Now, with this abrupt system prompt, it was as though a mountain weighed upon his heart.

There had never been a time limit for this task before—why had one suddenly appeared? Ke Bei frowned, feeling both oppressed and puzzled.

"Could it be..."

His eyes lit up as he clenched the dark golden token.

"Could it be related to this token?"

Ke Bei studied the palm-sized token carefully. Aside from its unusual material, he found nothing extraordinary about it.

The token appeared, and the system immediately imposed a time limit. Even if the token itself wasn’t the cause, it must be connected somehow!

He’d never had a clue about the Tower of Revelation task—now, finally, a thread had emerged. Excitement stirred in Ke Bei’s heart as he thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"The token is a pass for the Genius Training Camp of Jiujiang... Could the Tower of Revelation be located within the camp?"

His brow furrowed. This was the only possibility he could think of.

"Even if it’s just a sliver of hope, I must try!"

Gaining recognition from the Tower of Revelation was the second stage of the Sun Divine Art’s chain quest. If he failed, all his efforts in the first stage would be wasted, and he would never again have the chance to acquire inner strength—a fate Ke Bei could not accept.

Ever since he obtained the Sun Divine Art’s inner strength, his power had soared, especially with the Little Li Flying Dagger and Ripple Steps—these martial arts had grown several times more formidable with inner strength.

Having tasted the sweetness, giving it up now was impossible. Ke Bei’s craving for inner strength had far surpassed what it once was.

"It seems I must visit the Jiujiang Genius Training Camp."

Resolve flashed in Ke Bei’s eyes. Though the task now had a time limit, he at least had a clue—hope at last! It was better than fumbling in the dark as before.

He took a deep breath, carefully tucked the dark golden token into the leather pouch at his waist, and stepped out of the luxurious hotel suite.

He needed to buy a new home.

The apartment in North City’s Mingye District had its door smashed in, the walls ruined by brute force—and most importantly, it was drenched in Li Qianqian’s blood. Instinctively, Ke Bei was unwilling to face that place again.

He made his way straight to the military camp in East City, went to Wu Tie’s shop, sold three basic divine pills for thirty thousand crystal coins, then spent twenty-six thousand crystal coins to purchase a one-bedroom apartment in a slightly upscale North City neighborhood.

After a day’s bustle, Ke Bei finally settled everything by dusk.

For the next three days, Ke Bei no longer ventured out to hunt zombies and beasts. He no longer lacked money, and the words Han Lingyue spoke before leaving were etched firmly in his mind.

A storm of blood was about to sweep across the region near Wushan City. Ke Bei lacked the strength and had no desire to be involved; he merely wished to be alone and dedicated most of his time to cultivating the Vitality Nurturing Art.

After all, the Sun Divine Art was only at its first three levels—his inner strength was nowhere near enough. A full-force Little Li Flying Dagger shot consumed two-thirds of his inner power, making it a trump card to be used sparingly. Most times, he still relied on brute force.

The Vitality Nurturing Art was a gift from the system, but Ke Bei had never paid much attention to it. In the past, he cultivated it solely to prepare for the tempering of the Elephant Dragon Prajna Art.

Besides, its effects were unimpressive—each three days’ effort increased his strength by only that of one man. For someone who had already undergone the first three levels of the Elephant Dragon Prajna Art’s tempering, this pace was frustratingly slow. Yet, with idle time on his hands, Ke Bei adopted a “better than nothing” attitude and began to practice it.

For three consecutive days, Ke Bei devoted himself to cultivating the Vitality Nurturing Art. When fatigued, he would study the third form of the saber technique left behind by the bearded old man. Unlike the first two forms, the third eluded his understanding—three days of study yielded no progress.

While Ke Bei toiled in cultivation and research, great upheaval struck the Jiujiang Base, Moonlight Base, and Ancient Tang Base. Supernaturals who hadn’t appeared in years began to show themselves.

Within the Ancient Tang Base, ranked first among the three major bases—

"A miracle is about to appear. Come with me."

A middle-aged man in white robes, gentle and refined, stood with a serene smile on his face. He gazed in the direction of Wushan City and spoke to three men in golden battle attire standing respectfully by his side.

"Teacher, does this matter truly require your personal intervention? The so-called God King’s disciples of the Divine Clan should suffice!"

A bald, muscular man in golden battle attire looked at the white-robed man respectfully, but his tone revealed clear disdain for the Divine Clan’s God King.

"Man Yan, things are not always as simple as they seem. If the Divine Clan’s power were so limited, they would have been eradicated long ago..."

"But they still exist... Existence is reason enough. Do you understand?"

The white-robed man smiled gently, looking at the bald man as he spoke.

The bald man first shook his head, then suddenly nodded with vigor.

The white-robed man saw this and smiled, shaking his head. With hands clasped behind, he stepped forward. His body floated gracefully, feet treading the void. Two steps took him several kilometers away.

The three men in golden battle attire saw him vanish and instantly transformed into three streaks of golden light, following after him.

In Moonlight Base, one of humanity’s three great strongholds—

"Seventy-eight years..."

A gaunt, ancient man carrying an old sword on his back looked up at the endless sky and sighed softly. At his sigh, the sword trembled, emitting a clear sound like a dragon’s cry.

"Old friend, whose fortune will it be this time?"

He stroked the gently quivering sword and murmured.

After a brief silence, the old man moved, blue light flickering as he transformed into a blade of sword energy, cleaving through the clouds toward Wushan City.

At the same moment, figures streaked across the void from Jiujiang Base, Corpse Mountain, and Beast Mountain—all heading toward Wushan City.

One hundred kilometers east of Wushan City, at Moon Lake—a mere ten square kilometers in area—suddenly tremors rippled through the water. Circles of waves spread, and multicolored light rays shot up from the lake’s depths.

"The miracle... is about to appear!"