192: Back to reality

Han Fei stood quietly on the Great Wall, the cold wind howling past, carrying the scent of blood and scorched earth, weighing heavily on his heart.

He lowered his gaze, looking down at his hands; the surging spiritual power in his palms seemed to subtly throb, carrying a warmth that was unfamiliar to him.

He knew he had changed.

The long cultivation in the spiritual world felt like an entire lifetime had passed; in that ancient and mysterious space, he underwent countless transformations, finally reaching new heights under the guidance of the Luna Fairy Spirit.

The Luna Fairy Spirit was an existence he could never forget.

Her figure carried a transcendent serenity, as if she had never been troubled by worldly dust, mastering the endless Laws between heaven and earth; the light of wisdom sparkled in her eyes, inspiring Han Fei’s deep respect for her.

She guided Han Fei onto an incredibly profound path of cultivation, every step filled with hardship and challenge, as if stripping bone and flesh, thoroughly refining his will and spiritual power.

Han Fei once thought he couldn't persevere, but whenever he felt powerless, the Luna Fairy Spirit's serene smile would always appear before him, motivating him to continue forward.

He hovered on the edge of life and death, struggling constantly in pain; each failure allowed him to understand the mysteries of spiritual power more deeply and feel the resilience of life.

He finally reached the A-rank.

That was a Realm he had once considered out of reach; standing at this height, he felt as if he had opened a new door, glimpsing a higher level of cultivation.

When he returned from the spiritual world, his heart was still filled with shock—there, he felt as if he had lived through long years, experiencing countless cycles of cold and heat.

However, when he returned to the real world, he found that everything around him was unchanged, not even a moment of time had passed.

He lowered his head, feeling the abundant spiritual power flowing within his body, like a calm yet powerful river, continuous and full of vitality.

At this moment, he knew he had been reborn.

However, Han Fei did not tell anyone about any of this.

He simply stood quietly on the Great Wall, casting his gaze into the distant darkness, his eyes cold and profound.

He knew he was a solitary Cultivator, not needing anyone to understand his power, nor seeking others' approval.

He grew silently, becoming stronger silently, alone; on this perilous battlefield, his heart had long since hardened like iron.

Han Fei looked up at the other end of the Great Wall, where many Cultivators and warriors were still busily working, their faces etched with fatigue and weariness, each person's expression revealing a deep sense of oppression.

The heavy scent of blood still permeated the air, almost suffocating, and the atmosphere on the Great Wall was like an oppressive night, shrouding everyone's hearts.

Han Fei knew this battle was a huge test for everyone.

But he was different.

At this moment, an unparalleled confidence surged within him; even in such a gloomy environment, an uncontainable passion still burned within his heart.

This was his confidence in his own strength.

He felt that his strength was now sufficient to face the enemies that once made him fear, and even to single-handedly confront those evil and powerful creatures.

This change made his heart surge with emotion, yet he remained incredibly calm.

He knew that power was not a tool for display, but the foundation for his standing on this cruel battlefield, his last reliance to protect himself and save others in countless battles.

Therefore, he would not reveal his transformation to anyone.

He did not need others' praise, nor did he need others' approval.

He only needed to become stronger quietly, calmly and firmly unleashing his power in every battle, and that would be enough.

Just then, a low horn sound came from afar, a sound that seemed to emanate from deep within the earth, carrying an ancient and mysterious power that struck everyone's soul.

The Cultivators and warriors on the Great Wall immediately became tense; everyone turned their heads, looking in the direction of the horn sound.

The sound meant the enemy was attacking again.

Han Fei's gaze narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The enemy came at just the right time.

He raised his head, coldly staring at the darkness ahead, without a trace of fear in his eyes, only endless fighting spirit and determination.

He clenched his fists, feeling the spiritual power surging like a tide within his body; that power made his chest burn, and Battle Intent ignited like flames within him.

This time, he would no longer be as cautious and hesitant as before.

He would go into battle alone, using his strength to tear apart those enemies, using his powerful might to protect this land where he stood.

The shadows of the enemies gradually appeared in the night; those resurrected wolf corpses, carrying an undead curse, were still ferocious and terrifying.

But Han Fei's gaze was incredibly cold, without the slightest hint of timidity.

He silently walked towards the battlefield, his steps steady and composed, his figure appearing exceptionally solitary yet incredibly firm in the night.

He knew no one would notice his change, and he didn't need anyone to notice.

He only needed to defeat all enemies with his own strength, and that would be enough.

He did not need to share his joy and achievements with others, nor did he need others' encouragement and support.

He was a solitary Cultivator, a lone fighter; only in battle could he find his sense of belonging.

At the other end of the Great Wall, dark enemies surged like a tide, carrying endless malice and killing intent.

A cold light flashed in Han Fei's eyes; he knew this battle would be exceptionally difficult.

But he smiled slightly, a cold, stern curve on his lips.

This was precisely the battle he had been looking forward to, his chance to prove himself with his strength.

He took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual power surging within him; his entire Aura instantly climbed to its Peak, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

His figure was solitary and resolute, as if he was going to stand against the entire darkness.

The closer the enemies came, the stronger his Battle Intent grew, and the light in his eyes became even sharper.

Han Fei knew that the upcoming battle would be a legend written solely by him.

He would not retreat, nor would he yield.

Even if endless enemies stood before him, he would charge forward without hesitation, defeating them one by one, using his strength to protect this battlefield.

In his heart, he had long been prepared to contend with the darkness to the very end.

In this battle, he would fight alone, using his strength to cleave through the darkness and usher in the dawn.