86: Chapter 86 The Truth of Sixty Years! Blue Star was originally the pinnacle of the mortal realm, but it has been kept captive by the Primordial Treasure until now!

Within his field of vision, the violent data stream gradually subsided.

[ Ten Thousand Sources Return to One ] forcibly erased the cumbersome rules and restrictions set by the system.

Those dozens of pages of passive skills, resistance entries, and special effect descriptions were all crushed and refined into a dark golden sphere of light the size of a fingernail.

This was the Power of Origin.

Jiang Feng's thoughts stirred, and an extremely clean and minimalist panel appeared.

[ Ding! Ten Thousand Sources Return to One parsing complete! ]

[ Current panel has been reconstructed — ]

[ ID: Qingfeng ]

[ Level: Lv180 (Reached current cap) ]

[ Class: Heaven Mender (5th Awakening, Dao Source Grade) ]

[ Combat Power (Sum of four dimensions): 40 trillion (Base) ]

[ luck: 23 trillion (Base) ]

[ Multiplier Bonus: 240 (Treasure Set) + 20 (Universal Unity) + 20 (Star Rampage) + 5000 (Ten Thousand Dragon Avatar) + 49 (Critical Damage) + 68 (Power of Origin, The Great Dao is Simple) = 5397 times ]

Jiang Feng looked at the final multiplier, his expression calm.

Those originally complex percentage damage reductions and flashy causality-based rebounds were all violently crushed by [ Ten Thousand Sources Return to One ] and fused into the simplest and most brutal combat power.

This did not mean they had completely dissipated, but rather that they had all curled up and hidden within that fingernail-sized dark golden sphere of light.

The sphere of light hung quietly at his chest, pulsing steadily with his heartbeat, and with every rise and fall, it emitted wisps of the Dao rhyme of origin.

It was like a greedy black hole.

That B-rank talent [ Diligence Makes Up for Lack of Talent ], once used to cover his tracks, had been swallowed whole by it.

The piles of obsolete materials and useless low-tier skill books in his backpack were all ground into powder by it, turning into fuel to support the continued rise of his multiplier.

Complexity faded away, the Great Dao is simple.

Jiang Feng completely understood the underlying logic of high-dimensional power.

As long as one grasped a trace of the Power of Origin, even a low-level professional, if holding top-tier equipment with extreme laws, could erupt with incredible lethality.

Defeating the strong with the weak and counter-killing across levels were variables of great magnitude in high-dimensional battlefields.

But for him, Jiang Feng, variables did not exist.

The Power of Origin was the lush foliage, while his infinite-rank talent [ Pangu Plunder ] was the root system deeply embedded in the abyss!

Without the root system extracting massive amounts of attribute points daily as a foundation, no matter how lush the foliage was, it would just be a castle in the air, easily pierced.

With a terrifying base combat power of a full 40 trillion as support.

Multiplied by a permanent bonus of 5397 times.

This was no variable; this was unreasonable dimensional suppression!

Second-floor study.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were half-open, and the night breeze dispersed the slight stuffiness in the room.

Jiang Feng sat in front of the mahogany tea table, the cast-iron kettle bubbling and steaming.

Footsteps, deliberately lightened, came from outside the door.

Subsequently, the door was gently pushed open.

Xiao Zhenjiang, the number one powerhouse of Huaxia, walked in.

This old man, a peak 7th Awakening powerhouse revered by millions, had taken off the uniform symbolizing supreme military power and changed into a faded, coarse cloth robe.

He did not sit in the guest chair.

Instead, he walked straight to the tea table, bent his back, and slammed his knees heavily onto the hard floor!

"Divine Venerable Qingfeng. This old man has come today to lay his cards on the table."

Xiao Zhenjiang's voice was hoarse.

His voice, usually resonant like a bell, now carried a tremor that was hard for ordinary people to detect.

Jiang Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He casually picked up the boiling kettle and rinsed the purple clay teacup.

The boiling water struck the cup wall, white steam rose, and his wrist was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Sixty years ago, the Abyss descended. Actually..."

Xiao Zhenjiang stared fixedly at the patterns on the floor tiles, gritted his teeth, and personally dug open the festering wound he had hidden in his heart for sixty years.

"I was a deserter."

These five short words almost exhausted all of the old man's strength.

Jiang Feng's hand pouring the tea didn't even pause, the stream of water was perfectly straight, not a single drop splashed out.

"At that time, I was just an ordinary private. Monsters were slaughtering the city, and the defense line collapsed at the slightest touch. I was at a dead end and fled into an underground air-raid shelter. There, I accidentally picked up a broken Heavenly Dao Godhead."

Xiao Zhenjiang's chest heaved violently, his gray hair already soaked with cold sweat.

"If I had chosen to refine it on Blue Star back then, perhaps I could have ended that massacre decades earlier. But... I was afraid."

"Facing those indescribable high-dimensional demon gods, the cowardice in my bones flared up! I used the power of the Godhead to forcibly strip away the divine body I had condensed and sent it into the 'Upper Heavens'. I only left behind a physical body with no divine potential to survive on Blue Star, trading it for a chance to live."

The old man closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes trembling slightly.

A full sixty years.

He had been revered by over a billion people as the anchor of Huaxia, and regarded as a totem of faith by countless Awakened ones.

Every word of praise, every medal, was slicing his soul day and night.

Only he himself knew that inside this shell revered by thousands, hid the soul of a cowardly deserter.

He had also thought about redeeming himself through atonement, but the more he tried to make up for it, the deeper he sank.

During those days, he lived in endless torment, unable to break free no matter what.

It wasn't until Jiang Feng appeared that the root of this seemingly unsolvable pain was completely shattered.

The study was deathly silent, with only the sound of flowing tea.

The thunderous rage or the scornful insults he had expected did not appear at all.

Jiang Feng picked up a cleaned purple clay cup with tongs and placed it on the low table in front of Xiao Zhenjiang.

"It is human nature."

Jiang Feng lifted the teapot and poured a cup of amber tea to seven-tenths full, his tone extremely calm.

"Even ants cling to life, let alone a new recruit. Surviving is not shameful; dying is what makes one a true waste."

There was no mockery, no pity, and certainly no judgment from a moral high ground.

Jiang Feng didn't care what mistakes others had made in the past; he only looked at their present and future value.

Jiang Feng tapped the table with his fingers: "Get up. Sit down and drink tea, then tell me the main point."

Xiao Zhenjiang's eyes were red.

He braced his hands on the floor, slowly stood up, and took a seat on the wooden chair to the side.

"Since your divine body went to the Upper Heavens."

Jiang Feng looked at him, "Then tell me, why did the Abyss Demon Emperor go to such great lengths to descend upon Blue Star back then?"

Xiao Zhenjiang took a deep breath.

He did not touch the hot tea, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"They didn't come to devour Blue Star's origin."

Xiao Zhenjiang threw out a sentence that was enough to overturn the ironclad laws of human cognition for sixty years.

Jiang Feng's hand holding the tea stopped in mid-air.

"The world thinks that the invasion of the Abyss Demon Race was to drain Blue Star dry and use it as nourishment for their reproduction."

Xiao Zhenjiang sped up his speech, his voice filled with bone-chilling coldness, "But my divine body in the Upper Heavens discovered the truth."

"That bunch of low-tier demon gods, no better than trash fish, didn't have the qualifications or the ability to devour Blue Star at all!"

Jiang Feng brought the tea to his mouth, the slightly bitter aftertaste sliding down his throat.

He stared at Xiao Zhenjiang, waiting for the biggest trump card to be revealed.

"Because, Blue Star is not a low-level civilization at all."

Xiao Zhenjiang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles creaking.

"In the prehistoric mythological era, this place was an existence second only to the 'Great Realms'! It was honored by all races in the starry sky as — the Apex of the Mortal Realm! Its foundation and prosperity were so great that even the Upper Great Realms were wary of it!"

The Apex of the Mortal Realm.

As soon as these four words were spoken, the air in the study suddenly froze.

It turned out that Blue Star had never been a low-level newbie village waiting to be slaughtered.

It was once the uncrowned king, high above!

"Since it was the Apex of the Mortal Realm, why did it become the ridiculous appearance of grinding monsters and leveling up today?" Jiang Feng put down the teacup, his eyes turning completely cold.

"Because of an inhumane dimensional reduction strike."

Xiao Zhenjiang suddenly pointed to the night sky outside the window.

Behind the deep darkness, it seemed as if countless malicious eyes were hidden.

"Sixty years ago, the comet that smashed through the world barrier and brought about the so-called 'datafication'... was not an opportunity at all! Nor was it the entrance to an Abyss passage!"

Deep hatred burned in Xiao Zhenjiang's eyes.

"That was a weapon smashed down by the Upper Great Realms to forcibly break Blue Star's mythological inheritance!"

Jiang Feng's gaze sharpened.

"A primordial supreme treasure. Colorless Holy Light."

Xiao Zhenjiang spat out these eight words, one by one.

A Hongmeng supreme treasure, which was one level higher than 100-star chaos black gold, was something Jiang Feng had already obtained as if from a blind box — it was the Profound Purple Void Demon-Suppressing Armor that dropped after he killed Zelug.

But this super weapon that directly forced a cultivation mythology planet to be dimensionally reduced and rewritten into a "datafied online game" was actually a level above a Hongmeng supreme treasure!

primordial supreme treasure.

"They threw down this primordial supreme treasure and forcibly modified the underlying laws of this world."

"They imprisoned the true qi and Dao arts cultivated by our ancestors into so-called health bars and mana points!"

Xiao Zhenjiang spoke more and more fiercely, his voice chilling: "They locked the path to ascension, trapping the entire Blue Star in a cycle of grinding monsters and leveling up for generations. They treated us as penned livestock! And the Abyss Demon Race is nothing but hunting dogs they released into the pigsty to periodically clear out the surplus population!"

Jiang Feng stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The night breeze blew his loose clothes.

At the end of his vision, that pitch-black Magic Tower pierced straight into the clouds; it was a reality projection of the Demon Realm.

Once, all of humanity thought it was the only hope for becoming stronger.

Now it seems, it was nothing more than an iron chain tied around a dog's neck.

"My divine body has survived in the Upper Great Realms for sixty years, crawling all the way to the edge of the bottom layer."