Luo Feng is Trapped

"Beep, beep, beep."

Still immersed in comprehending his domain, Bai Yue was drawn back by the alert from his communication watch. He had set it to do-not-disturb mode before starting his cultivation, so only urgent matters would trigger a notification.

He glanced at the message—it was from the Limit Martial Hall, informing him of Luo Feng's death.

"So it's already come to this?" Bai Yue muttered to himself.

He knew full well that Luo Feng wasn't dead, merely undergoing a trial inside the ruins. But others didn't know that, and following standard procedure, Luo Feng had been declared dead after being trapped for three months.

"Looks like I'll have to head back. I wonder if any petty troublemakers will still dare to show up with me around."

He contacted his smart fighter, which had been parked in the distance. It flew over in no time, and he stepped into the cabin. As the hatch closed, the fighter turned and sped toward Jiangnan Base City.

At Mingyue Residential Area in Jiangnan Base City, Bai Yue's smart fighter descended slowly from the sky toward the parking lot.

"Supervisor Bai is back!" someone who recognized him said.

"Supervisor Bai, it's been over a year since you were last here, hasn't it?" another person remarked.

"I heard he was out training and traveling. Why the sudden return?"

"Probably because of Supervisor Luo Feng. They say the two grew up together," a middle-aged martial artist who vaguely knew the inside story speculated.

Ignoring the chatter, Bai Yue walked straight to Luo Feng's home.

The moment he stepped through the door, he could feel a heavy, gloomy atmosphere. No one even noticed his arrival.

Luo Feng's mother, Gong Xinlan, was silently wiping tears on the sofa, while Luo Hua and his girlfriend Zhen Nan whispered words of comfort nearby.

Luo Feng's father, Luo Hongguo, sat on the other sofa, smoking with a grim expression.

Only when Bai Yue made a sound did they realize someone had entered the house.

"Luo Feng's life is tough as nails—he's not dead. Uncle, Aunt, there's no need to grieve," Bai Yue said without holding back, telling them what he knew.

"Brother Bai, is that true?" Luo Hua was the first to react.

"When have I ever led you astray?" Bai Yue replied with a chuckle.

"Xiao Yue, what's really going on? Didn't the Martial Hall already send word that Luo Feng is dead?" Luo Hongguo asked from the side.

"Well, they did send the message, but it was just a judgment based on standard procedure. It's not a confirmed death."

He paused, then continued.

"I looked into it. That ruin has always run trials for martial artists in the past. Luo Feng's talent as a Mental Master is extremely high—he might be undergoing that kind of assessment." Of course, he hadn't actually looked into it; this was from the original story. But coming from his mouth, it carried far more weight.

"Xiao Yue, when will Xiao Feng be able to come back? It's already been months!" Gong Xinlan stopped crying and asked anxiously.

"It'll probably take a while, but it shouldn't be more than two years," he answered truthfully, recalling that timeframe from the original work.

After comforting Luo Feng's family, he declined their invitation to stay for a meal, told them he'd be living next door for the next two years and that they could come to him if anything came up, then took his leave and went home.

In nearly a year of travel and cultivation, he had made remarkable progress. Not only had he comprehended his domain, but both his Gene Energy and Mental Power had reached Planet Level Stage Nine. And that was with his focus mainly on domain comprehension—otherwise, he might have already broken through to Star Level.

He had no intention of lingering at Planet Level. In a few days, he planned to break through to Star Level, then pause at Star Level Stage Nine to wait for the start of the Cosmic Peak Genius Battle.

From then on, Bai Yue didn't go out again.

He visited Luo Feng's home from time to time, deterring those who lurked in the shadows.

Because of his presence, many people never dared to reach out toward Luo Feng's family. Luo Feng had left behind quite a few good things—his trip to Fog Island had netted him a substantial haul of Spirits of Plants and Trees, some of which were still at home. More than a few councilors had been salivating over those treasures!

He also didn't slack off on his domain comprehension, striving to go even further.

Time flew by. The longer Luo Feng remained missing, the more anxiety Bai Yue could sense in his parents and Luo Hua during his recent visits. He had no real solution for it—he couldn't exactly tell them he was a transmigrator who knew Luo Feng would return safely soon.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 29, 2058, inside the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins.

"Clank, clank, clank." The sound of a passage opening echoed through the ruins' main hall.

The gate had sensed a War God emerging from within, which was precisely why the hundreds of people in the hall were stunned.

The last batch of War Gods had entered three months ago. By standard procedure, no one should have been coming out.

"God! Someone actually stayed inside for three months!"

Under the gaze of all the staff, a figure covered in black stepped out of the passage.

"A black man?"

At the same time, a beam of light swept over, and the hall's intelligent voice announced, "Welcome back, War God Luo Feng!"

Instantly, the hall erupted. One year and three months—that was how long Luo Feng had spent inside the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Base. Since the translation software had been widely adopted, no one had ever stayed that long.

"Welcome back, War God Luo Feng." Someone immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Other members of the underground base quickly fulfilled their duties, reporting the situation to the major powers they belonged to.

"Report: Luo Feng has returned."

"Report to headquarters: Chinese War God Luo Feng has returned."

This was bound to be earth-shattering news. The Invincible War God, the unparalleled genius, had successfully escaped after being trapped for a year and three months!

The news spread like a hurricane to major powers across the globe. Even Hong of the Limit Martial Hall and Thunder God of the Thunder Martial Hall were stirred.

Among those affected were Luo Feng's enemies, Li Yao and Vinina.

Li Yao, who had been drinking, found it hard to believe. He crushed the wine glass in his hand instantly, red wine splattering across the floor like blood.

At the human base beside the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins, Luo Feng washed up and then dialed his family's number.

In the quiet hall of Jiangnan Base City, Luo Feng's family was eating dinner. The atmosphere was noticeably subdued.

"It's Luo Feng's call, it's Luo Feng's call..." The ringtone sounded, abrupt in the silent hall.

The family, who had been staring blankly, all looked at Luo Hongguo. "Is it Xiao Feng's call?" Gong Xinlan spoke first.

Looking at the caller ID, Luo Hongguo was also uncertain. Although Bai Yue had long said Luo Feng was fine, the Limit Martial Hall had indeed issued Luo Feng's death notice.

He took a deep breath, trembling as he answered the call.

"Beep." The call connected.

"Xiao Feng, is that you?" With a nervous heart, Luo Hongguo voiced his thoughts.

"It's me, Dad!"

"Why aren't you turning on the video? Let me get a good look at you." Luo Hongguo said immediately, afraid this was a fake, someone playing tricks on them.

"Sorry, Dad, I was trapped somewhere and just got out. I haven't shaved yet." As he spoke, he turned on the video.

"Xiao Feng, it's really great that you're okay! Great!" Gong Xinlan said beside him, her eyes already moist.

"Sorry, Mom. I'll be home in about an hour. Is everything okay at home?" Luo Feng asked.

"Everything's fine, fine. Your matters are important. With Xiao Yao taking care of things, Luo Hua has grown up too! Everyone's fine, all fine!" Luo Hongguo said.

After hanging up, Luo Feng handled some matters with Hong, who had arrived, then hurried home.

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