The next day.
When Huai Shi woke up in the Solar Ship's infirmary, he once again felt a familiar sort of confusion.
But this time, he was neither battered and broken nor suffering from a frozen soul, so there was no need to worry about being sent to the Continuance Institute.
The grievous soul injury that would have been enough to kill other Ascenders of the same rank had healed seven or eight parts out of ten after a single night's sleep. A couple of massages from Sister Xian would probably take care of the rest.
It was nothing worth mentioning.
Having a tough life really was good for something.
And now, lazily flipping through the central command's battle reports, he could not help making the same sound as some uncultured idiot.
Holy shit...
Even though he had turned the tide and saved the underground defense line from disaster, he had merely stolen the spotlight for a moment and gained a few extra highlight scenes.
He had not been able to take part in the godlike brawl that came afterward.
The no-holds-barred struggle between the Present Realm and the Fallen Kingdom, the clash between Li Palace and the Three Great Blockades, the confrontation between the Nine Ministers of the Fallen Kingdom and the Great Arcanum.
Any one of them would have been enough to grind Huai Shi, still weakened as he was, into dust.
After the colossal beast transformed from the Minister of Growth collapsed with a crash, the Fallen Kingdom launched another massive offensive. Countless legions poured through the breach in the defensive line, surging in and spreading out.
Then they began a tug-of-war with the Present Realm across the three defensive lines.
In the end, it came to a close when the Roman Lineage made its move.
Facing