15: Chapter 15 A Glorious Funeral!

The effect of the "Time Acceleration Card" was still burning silently above the sky of the divine kingdom.

In just a few external days, the gears of time within the divine kingdom were spinning wildly at a terrifying speed.

One day in the outside world was ten years in the divine kingdom!

As Lin Yunfei's gaze extended, thirty long years passed by in a flash on this ten-square-kilometer wasteland.

For the resilient Dark Ice Snow Camels on the Far North Ice Field, thirty years were merely changing into thicker cold-resistant fur a few times; for the Mutant Earth Dragons deep underground, it was simply multiplying for a few more generations in the soil.

But for the human race! Thirty years were enough to bring about earth-shaking changes!

Thanks to the perfect closed ecological loop of land, sea, and air, as well as the nourishment of the fog-like, abundant micro spiritual veins.

During these thirty years, the human tribe ushered in an epic explosion of population and combat power.

The former small stone stockade had now expanded into an extremely majestic Megalithic City-State.

The population had broken through the 30,000 mark!

Everyone was a soldier, brimming with martial virtue.

Nourished by abundant spiritual meat, spiritual rice, and phantom spirit honey, the heavy armor cultivators who successfully operated the Primary Qi Gathering Art, broke through the shackles of mortal flesh, and stepped into the [Early First-Order] already numbered a terrifying 3,000!

Even dozens of elite millennium-commanders at the mid-First-Order had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.

However, in the lofty vision of the Creator Lin Yunfei, beneath this flourishing and bustling prosperity, he saw an irreversible gloom.

In the center of Boulder City, before that most magnificent altar temple.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell like blood onto the cold rocks.

That robust man who once wielded a fine iron spear, could flip away hundreds of catties of Iron-Bristled Wild Boars with a single arm, and was like an invincible god of war, was now sitting quietly on a heavy beast-skin armchair.

The first-generation leader of the human race, Yanyi.

He had grown old.

Although he drank top-grade spiritual springs and honey all year round, and although his cultivation had reached an extremely profound mid-First-Order peak under the accumulation of massive resources, half of his foot had even touched that illusory late-First-Order barrier.

However, low-tier transcendents ultimately failed to break the absolute shackles of the mortal lifespan of carbon-based life.

Over fifty divine kingdom years of frantic combat, bloodshed, land reclamation, and toil had time and again overdrawn the deepest source blood within his body.

Every scar on his body was a medal for the rise of the human race, but it had also become a death warrant accelerating the passing of his life.

At this moment, Yanyi's full head of white hair was withered like frost and snow.

The muscles that were once knotted like granite had begun to uncontrollably atrophy and relax.

Those eyes that once burned with blazing crimson battle qi were now also covered with a layer of turbidity and dimness belonging to a twilight elderly man.

"Cough, cough... cough!"

A burst of violent coughing came from deep within Yanyi's chest.

He painfully covered his mouth, and when he let go, a shocking pool of dark black stagnant blood had gathered in his wide palm.

"Leader!"

"Lord Leader!"

Seeing this, the dozens of mid-First-Order elite warriors guarding both sides of the temple cried out in alarm.

These iron-willed men who usually bled without crying were now red-eyed, dropping neatly on one knee as their eyes were filled with endless panic, reluctance, and sorrow.

In the hearts of all of them, Yanyi was not just a name.

He was a totem! He was the pioneer who led the human race out of the era of drinking blood and eating raw meat! He was the very first mortal spokesperson in the human world after the Lord God bestowed divine grace!

Yanyi waved his hand slightly, pushing away the personal guards who tried to step forward to support him.

He trembled as he reached out his hand, tightly grasping the nicked fine iron spear that had accompanied him all his life. Using it as a crutch, he stood up somewhat laboriously yet with extreme stubbornness.

The cold wind blew past, whipping up his pale beard and hair.

Yanyi's turbid gaze crossed the railing of the temple, condescendingly sweeping over this majestic city he had personally created.

He saw the towering flames in the forging camp that never ceased day and night; he saw the thousands of new-generation warriors sweating and with surging true qi on the training ground; he saw the boundless, heavy golden spiritual rice fields outside the city wall.

He also heard the crisp cries of the first-order Cyan Feather Wind Falcon, the overlord of the divine kingdom, high in the sky.

"It's so good..."

Yanyi's shriveled lips moved slightly, uttering a murmur that was extremely hoarse yet immensely gratified.

His memory seemed to return to half a century ago.

The wasteland at that time was devastated, so barren that even a blade of wild grass was hard to find.

They were hunted by fierce beasts, tortured by hunger, and struggled in pain amidst despair.

It was the great Lord God who descended the holy water of marrow-cleansing, bestowed cultivation techniques, and even used supreme mighty power to create this fairy-land-like perfect world for them out of thin air bit by bit!

Above the nine heavens.

Lin Yunfei closed his eyes slightly, his spiritual power turning into an invisible giant eye, quietly overlooking this aged first-generation hero within the divine kingdom.

"Birth, aging, illness, and death are inherently the most core and indispensable parts of the evolution of a perfect ecosystem."

"Everything that is born must perish so that the world can repeat in cycles and thrive endlessly."

Lin Yunfei's voice sounded softly in the silent room.

For civilization to leap forward, it must experience this pain of metabolism!

In front of the temple.

Yanyi also seemed to feel that the hourglass of his life had trickled down to its very last grain of sand.

He pushed everyone away, step by step.

Stumbling yet carrying a pilgrimage-like firmness, he walked to the very top of the altar.

"Thud."

His knees slammed heavily onto the cold stone slabs.

Yanyi used the last trace of remaining blood qi in his whole body to fiercely thrust the spear that had accompanied him through life into the gap in front of the altar, making it stand tall and unfallen!

He raised his head, staring fixedly at the lofty firmament.

"Great... Lord God..."

"Your servant... Yanyi... in this life, has bled his last drop of blood for you..."

"May my human race prosper in martial fortune!"

Boom!!!

Accompanied by the final, hoarse, and earth-shaking roar.

The meager crimson battle qi inside Yanyi's body suddenly burst forth like a flash in the pan, turning into a faint yet dazzling pillar of light shooting straight into the clouds!

The next second.

The light scattered.

That aged figure kneeling on the altar like an iron tower slowly lowered his head that had been held high for a lifetime.

Vitality was completely cut off.

The first-generation leader of the human tribe, the pioneer Yanyi, peacefully passed away in the forty-fifth year of the Divine Kingdom Calendar, witnessed by the perfect closed loop.

"Leader—!!"

"Leader ah—!!"

The shrill and sorrowful weeping instantly tore apart the tranquility of Boulder City.

All 30,000 humans, whether fierce armored soldiers hunting outside, farmers farming inside, or children who had just learned to walk, at this moment, all dropped neatly in the direction of the altar, kneeling on the ground in overwhelming grief.

The cries shook the earth and heaven, and the emotions of despair and desolation instantly permeated the entire ten-square-kilometer divine kingdom.

Even the Cyan Feather Wind Falcons circling in the sky seemed to sense this sorrow, letting out shrill mournful cries.

Just at the moment when this grief of the entire clan reached its peak.

Above the firmament of the divine kingdom, the wind and clouds suddenly changed color! He had to give this first-generation hero who had bled his last drop of blood for the divine kingdom a curtain call of the highest specification that belonged exclusively to the Creator!

"I grant you a glorious funeral."

Lin Yunfei's majestic, grandiose, and inviolable voice, like rolling heavenly thunder, crossed the boundaries of dimensions and exploded roaringly in the depths of the souls of the 30,000 humans!

Hum—!!!

The golden sacred law runes all over the sky instantly broke through the gloomy clouds.

A dazzling golden beam of light with a diameter of over a hundred meters descended from the sky, carrying an irresistible sacred majesty, directly shrouding Yanyi's remains on the altar!

Within this sacred golden beam of light, a heart-shaking scene occurred.

Yanyi's aged and shriveled physical body did not rot, but began to dissipate bit by bit, turning into countless crystal-clear golden light spots resembling fireflies!

This was his soul!

It was the most pure source power of the human race tempered by a mid-First-Order peak transcendent through a lifetime of bloody battles!

These light spots did not dissipate between heaven and earth, but accompanied by grand and solemn divine sounds, slowly rose, and finally, like swallows returning to their nest, completely integrated into the dome and earth of the divine kingdom.

[Ding! Your divine kingdom's origin has absorbed the soul gift of a mid-First-Order peak core!]

[The world's foundational heritage has slightly improved!]

[Record: First-generation hero soul feedback, the concentration of spiritual Qi in heaven and earth of the divine kingdom permanently increased by two percent!]

The curtain call of the first-generation hero did not turn into a handful of yellow soil, but became the final piece of source fertilizer to nourish this world and protect future generations.

He was born in the wasteland and fought in the wasteland.

In the end, he completely integrated into the wasteland!

Looking at these golden light spots dancing all over the sky and integrating into heaven and earth.

Under the pacification and shock of the divine miracle, the sorrow of the 30,000 humans below transformed into fanatical faith!

"The Lord God has guided the leader's soul!"

"The leader is not dead! He is with the Lord God! He is with the divine kingdom!"

"Be loyal to the Lord God! Fight to the death for the divine kingdom!"

The 30,000 people kowtowed crazily, and their fanatical roaring voices even drowned out the sound of the storm.

In the vision of the creation terminal.

A thick and pure faith channel that even glowed with materialized golden light roaringly connected to Lin Yunfei's panel.

[Warning! Detected that the dependent race's faith channel has undergone extreme purification (Fanaticism Level)!]

[The current single-day faith point output instantly broke through the 30,000-point mark!]

Yanyi's death not only did not plunge the human race into the decadence of lacking a leader, but instead elevated the cohesion and faith of the entire clan to a historical peak that was previously unimaginable!

This was the deepest meaning of death in the ecological closed loop.

The old era drew a perfect period accompanied by an extremely brilliant glorious funeral.

However.

The throne could not be without a master for a single day.

Although Yanyi had fallen, what he left behind with his lifetime of painstaking effort was a flourishing human race with a perfect ecosystem, abundant spiritual Qi, and 3,000 transcendent armored soldiers!

Lin Yunfei's gaze penetrated the crowd kneeling in fanatical worship.

Finally, it quietly fell upon the two young men at the very front of the altar, closest to the spear left behind by Yanyi.

They were two young, yet robust youths whose entire bodies exuded an aura that made people feel suffocated and palpitate.

The withering of the older generation meant that the old ceiling had been completely lifted.