366: Can we talk? President

The sky over Los Angeles had become unusually clean after that earth-shattering collision, as if it had been wiped by an invisible rag.

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, spilling onto the flattened ruins, revealing an almost unreal tranquility.

In mid-air, that "god-slaying spear," capable of making the whole world tremble, was currently being tightly restrained by three distinct forces, unable to move.

A river of Sword Qi, like a silver Dragon, wound around it layer by layer.

The hundred-foot-tall Martial Dao True Body held back its edge with the strength of its fists.

The world-ending tribulation lightning descending from the sky acted like a hammer of divine punishment, continuously bombarding the spear body and wearing down the violent energy contained within it.

Li Heng floated in the center, watching this scene with a calm expression, as if he were admiring a newly completed work of art.

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed at the giant spear from the air.

Hum—!

The river of Sword Qi wrapped around it, the Martial Dao True Body holding the spear tip, and the world-ending tribulation lightning bombarding the spear body all turned into specks of light in an instant, pouring into Li Heng's palm.

The "god-slaying spear," having lost its restraints, seemed to want to struggle, its body vibrating slightly as it emitted a buzz of unwillingness.

"Still want to run?"

Li Heng chuckled and flipped his palm lightly.

A simple and heavy little black tower appeared out of thin air; it was the Desolate Tower.

"Boundless, it's time to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Desolate Tower expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a hundred-foot-tall giant tower, with an irresistible suction force emerging from its base.

The "god-slaying spear" let out a shrill wail, its massive body shrinking uncontrollably, and finally turned into a stream of light, swallowed whole by the Desolate Tower.

After doing all this, the Desolate Tower quickly shrank and returned to Li Heng's palm, its body vibrating slightly as if it were letting out a satisfied burp.

Li Heng nodded with satisfaction, tucked the Desolate Tower back into his sleeve, turned around, took a step, and his figure appeared before the group of dumbfounded students on the ground.

"D-Dean..."

Han Li's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg, and he stammered out a call.

Fang Yuan, Zhang Qiqi, Lu Miaomiao... every one of the Kunlun Students had the same look of shock written on their faces.

Although they had long known the Dean was strong, witnessing him catch the "god-slaying spear" with one hand and then casually feed it as a snack—the visual impact of this was a hundred times stronger than the earth-shattering explosion from before.

"Strong" was no longer enough to describe it.

Li Heng's gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed on Liu Lian, who had disheveled white hair and a numb expression.

At this moment, although Liu Lian had been fed a handful of Medicinal Pills by Han Li and his injuries had mostly stabilized, his eyes remained hollow, and his entire being exuded a chilling Death Qi.

He knelt on the ground, holding a handful of empty air in his arms, as if the girl who had blocked the fatal blow for him were still lying there.

Li Heng walked slowly to him, squatted down, and looked at him calmly.

"Do you still want her to come back to life?"

This simple sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in the dead silence of Liu Lian's heart.

A ripple finally appeared in his hollow eyes; he suddenly lifted his head and stared fixedly at Li Heng, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a single word.

Li Heng didn't say anything more, just extended a finger, a soft green light glowing at his fingertip, and tapped it gently on the center of Liu Lian's brow.

A warm and vast aura of life instantly surged into Liu Lian's limbs and bones, not only repairing all the remaining injuries in his body but also restructuring and solidifying his Dao foundation, which had been somewhat unstable due to his forced Breakthrough.

More importantly, this power allowed him to feel what a miracle was.

"The path of cultivation is long and boring, but it is also full of infinite possibilities."

Li Heng withdrew his finger, stood up, and stood with his hands behind his back, his voice plain yet clearly reaching the ears of every student.

"When your cultivation is deep enough that you can touch the Law of time and glimpse the mysteries of Reincarnation, reversing life and death is not entirely impossible."

Boom!

This sentence was not just for Liu Lian, but for all the Kunlun Students present.

At this moment, Liu Lian's originally dead eyes seemed to be injected with billions of burning stars, and they suddenly lit up!

That's right!

Cultivation!

He was already a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, possessing Lifespan and power unimaginable to a Mortal.

As long as he kept getting stronger, strong enough to reverse time and space, strong enough to tear apart Reincarnation...

One day, he would definitely be able to bring Katie back!

An unprecedented desire to survive and a craving for power surged wildly from the bottom of his heart!

He had to live!

He had to become stronger!

He had to personally pull that girl, who had died for him, back from the endless darkness!

"I understand... I understand!"

Liu Lian muttered to himself, then suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Li Heng.

"Thank you, Dean, for your guidance!"

His voice was hoarse, but filled with power.

His hair remained white, but the Death Qi in his eyes had been swept away, replaced by a kind of near-crazy obsession and determination.

"Mm." Li Heng replied indifferently, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Dean," the usually composed Xie Wangsheng couldn't help but step forward and ask respectfully, "What should we do next? Do we need to cooperate..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Heng waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Do what?"

A familiar smile, one that made all the students feel a bit guilty, appeared on Li Heng's face.

"It's the holidays now, so of course, it's free time."

"Don't forget to write your holiday training reports; the word count cannot be less than five thousand words. Those that don't meet the standard will have their credits deducted."

After saying this, he seemed to remember something and added another sentence.

"Oh, right, that Nascent Soul Stage demon, consider it an early New Year's red envelope from me. Handle it however you see fit."

Before his voice had even faded, Li Heng's figure began to blur, like a reflection in water, gradually dissipating into the air.

"..."

Watching the Dean leave just like that, leaving behind such a mess and a sealed Nascent Soul Great Demon, all the students fell into an eerie silence.

After a long while, Han Li twitched the corner of his mouth and complained.

"Why do I feel... the Dean is even lazier than before?"

...

Meanwhile.

America, inside the highest command center of The Pentagon.

That newly promoted Four-Star General was looking at the empty ruins on the screen with despair on his face.

Just a moment ago, through the highest-level spy satellite, he had witnessed the entire process: Li Heng appearing out of thin air, catching the "god-slaying spear" with one hand, and then tossing it into a small black tower like trash.

That scene had completely shattered all his perceptions as a soldier.

The President behind him was ashen-faced, his whole body trembling like chaff.

"Is he... is he gone?" the President asked with a trembling voice, a hint of relief at having survived the ordeal in his tone.

The Four-Star General did not answer, just slumped weakly in his chair; he knew things were far from over.

That existence, although he had left Los Angeles, who could guarantee he wouldn't come here?

Just then, a voice rang out behind the President.

"Can we talk now, Mr. President?"

The President's pupils shrank violently!

This voice...

He turned his head sharply, looking at the giant office door behind him, which was made of special alloy and capable of withstanding a nuclear strike.

The door, at some unknown time, had already silently opened.

A young man in black casual clothes stood at the doorway with his hands behind his back, a playful smile on his face, quietly watching him.

"Of course, we could also try another way."

Li Heng's gaze passed over the terrified President and landed on the giant electronic screen, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"For instance, letting your 'god-slaying spear' fly for a little while longer."