In the depths of the ancient civilization relic, inside a semi transparent crystal room within the maze.
“Failure means death?”
“Three years?” Luo Feng’s expression instantly turned extremely unpleasant. In this ancient civilization relic, it was completely impossible for him to contact the outside world. This special assessment death mission actually gave him as long as three years. But if he really ended up trapped in the relic for a long time, how would human society outside judge him?
They would probably assume he was dead.
By then, they would inform his parents, and even Xu Xin would know.
“What should I do, I am not dead at all!”
“But if I am trapped here for a long time, there is no way I can contact the outside world.” Luo Feng felt extremely anxious. Thinking of his parents, his younger brother, and Xu Xin believing he was dead, his heart became even more panicked.
Damn it, he had actually run into this so called assessment mission. He would rather give up the reward than have this happen.
Luo Feng could not imagine what would happen at home if he disappeared for three years.
“Fast!”
“I must break this chamber as quickly as possible!”
His eyes swept across the crystal walls. The walls were covered with complex carvings. Without time to think further, he gritted his teeth.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Six blade fragments turned into six streams of light, striking a blank circular area about three centimetres wide on the crystal wall.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Again and again, Luo Feng unleashed his full strength in a frenzied attacks.
“Break for me!”
He was almost hysterical.
“I do not want to stay here for three years!”
One strike after another, but the strange crystal like material did not show even a single crack.
“Useless. Useless.”
Luo Feng knelt down helplessly inside the crystal room.
Reason told him that since this assessment mission gave three full years, it already meant breaking out was extremely difficult. If, if he could contact the outside world through his communication watch, and tell his parents and his girlfriend that he was still alive, that would be enough.
But he could not contact anyone.
If something happened to his parents, what would all his gains even matter?
“No way to resist, only accept.”
Luo Feng’s eyes became as sharp as blades as he scanned the engraved diagrams and text on the crystal walls.
“Three years? Then I will break this chamber within three months.”
Snap.
He activated his communication watch. Like taking photos or recording video, he captured all the diagrams and text on the crystal walls. Then, through the translation software, everything was converted into images and Chinese text. After more than twenty minutes, the entire Master Controller inheritance, the basic 312 forms, was recorded.
…
From this moment, at 22:56 on 29 September 2057, China time.
Luo Feng officially began cultivating the Master Controller inheritance, Basic 312 Forms.
His strong desire to return home drove him to invest all his energy into it. This relic provided food and water. When thirsty, he drank. When hungry, he ate. The rest of the time he was fully immersed in cultivation.
Only after starting did he realise how profound the Basic 312 Forms truly were.
In terms of complexity and depth, it far surpassed the Heavenly God Illustration.
The Heavenly God Illustration was essentially a set of static diagrams, where one repeatedly practised controlling flying blades according to them, relying on repetition and gradual understanding. It was a method based on “practice makes perfect”.
The Basic 312 Forms were different.
This was the foundational training method of a branch of spiritual mind users, the Master Controller lineage, from the civilization that built the No. 9 relic. In ancient times, this technique had produced countless experts dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than Luo Feng.
The Spiritual Mind Basic Training that Luo Feng had purchased, which Hong treated as a treasure, was only a product of recent human civilisation on Earth.
But the Basic 312 Forms had been refined over billions of years of testing.
The moment he began cultivating, Luo Feng immediately felt the difference.
After so long cultivating the Heavenly God Illustration, his progress had been minimal. But with the Basic 312 Forms, his control over flying blades improved at a shocking speed.
…
Boom.
“Still not enough.”
Inside the crystal room, Luo Feng with a scruffy beard stared at the crystal wall. There were still no cracks. Ten blade fragments returned to the Shuttle of Sky.
“All ten blades, each with over 500,000 kilograms of impact force, still far from enough.”
“Continue!”
He once again immersed himself in the Basic 312 Forms.
From controlling 6 blades to 10 blades, it took only two months and 21 days. In comparison, when cultivating the Heavenly God Illustration, even after more than a month, he had not progressed from 6 blades to 7. The difference was astonishing.
At the entrance of the No. 9 ancient civilization relic, in the underground base.
“Three months have passed.”
The red robed elder sighed and shook his head.
“Report this to the Extreme Martial Arts headquarters.”
“Yes.”
The staff in the base immediately sent the report.
…
Luo Feng continued his closed door cultivation in the relic, unaware of the massive shock unfolding outside.
This time, the Extreme Martial Arts Association had sent eight God of War level warriors into the No. 9 relic. Five had come out. Among them, two succeeded, three were crippled. Three had not returned.
Those who failed to return were usually considered dead.
But among the missing three was the famous “Invincible God of War”, Luo Feng.
No one had expected Luo Feng to fail. Even if he failed, he should at least have been injured and escaped.
But Luo Feng and the other two had no further news.
At the global headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Association, inside the massive aircraft shaped building.
Hong stood silently by the window, looking outside.
“Guild leader,” Yao Ruo said respectfully.
“I did not expect this, I truly did not expect…” Hong sighed.
Among the eight who entered, five returned. The fastest came out in just three days. The slowest took fifteen days. The remaining three never came out, including Luo Feng.
Normally, if someone did not come out within three months, they would be considered dead.
Before translation software existed, some warriors were trapped for over seven months due to inability to understand the relic language. But after translation software was introduced, efficiency improved greatly. The longest recorded duration dropped to a month and a half.
The association therefore set the death determination threshold at three months.
If they did not exit within three months, they were considered dead.
“There are three who did not return,” Hong said in a low voice.
“Inform their families. Deliver the news of their deaths. Luo Feng is an exception, inform his family that he may be dead, but it is not confirmed.”
“Yes,” Yao Ruo replied.
“But Guild leader, it has already been three months,” she could not help but ask.
Hong sighed again.
“I still cannot believe Luo Feng would fall here. Go.”
“Yes.”
At dawn, in Mingyue Community, Yangzhou City.
“Hong Guo, what do you think is going on?” in the kitchen, Gong Xinlan called out anxiously. “It has been three months and we still cannot contact Xiao Feng. I have been uneasy all this time.”
“Relax,” Luo Hongguo replied from the living room, reading a newspaper.
“Our son is an absolute expert. He kills monsters like cutting vegetables. The commander of the southeastern military district even came to our house to thank him.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“Maybe Xiao Feng is back,” Luo Hongguo said, standing up.
But Gong Xinlan was already faster, rushing to open the door.
“You are?”
The couple looked at the visitors in confusion. Standing outside was a very beautiful woman, with a young girl behind her. Behind them were four more people, the head of the Jiangnan Base City branch of the Extreme Martial Arts Association, Chairman Zhou, and three supervisors.
All six had solemn expressions.
“Something is wrong, I feel uneasy,” Gong Xinlan whispered.
“Chairman Zhou? Please come in,” Luo Hongguo said quickly.
After they entered, the leading woman bowed slightly.
“Mr Luo, Mrs Gong, I am Luo Feng’s teacher, Jiang Fang.”
“So you are Teacher Jiang Fang, I have heard of you,” Gong Xinlan said with a forced smile.
“I came today to inform you of something,” Jiang Fang said, a trace of sorrow in her eyes.
Your son Luo Feng, we suspect he has died. We are here to inform you.
“God.”
Gong Xinlan’s eyes widened, and she fainted immediately.
“Xinlan.”
Luo Hongguo trembled but quickly held her.
At that moment, Luo Hua returned home with a smile.
“Dad, Mom, what is going on?” he asked in panic as he rushed over.