Lin Ming Leaves

General Scarlet Flame stood where he was, his robes snapping in the gale as he watched the black figure grow smaller and smaller before vanishing completely beyond the horizon. He remained silent for a long time, like a statue.

In the end, he could only let out a long sigh filled with endless helplessness and bitterness, as though his spine had been pulled from him.

He knew that from this day onward, Checkpoint 66 would likely never know peace again. And that mysterious man named Lin Ming would become an unforgettable legend in his memories, an unattainable silhouette.

High in the sky, tens of thousands of miles away, fierce winds howled past like blades, yet they were effortlessly blocked by a faint, invisible barrier of True Essence. Inside, it was warm as spring.

Lin Ming sat cross-legged atop Xiao Hei's broad, warm back, relaxed as he toyed with the ancient yet exquisite Storage Ring in his hand. His divine sense extended into it like tendrils as he carefully inventoried its contents.

A billion Azure Coins' worth of cultivation resources, all kinds of rare pills, spiritual materials, ores, even ancient scrolls and maps—the collection was dazzling, vast in variety, and of exceptional quality. It was enough for him to spend freely for a long time as he pushed toward higher realms.

He nodded in satisfaction and carefully put away the ring, keeping it close to his body.

Then he raised his head and looked toward the setting sun slowly sinking beneath the horizon, painting half the sky a magnificent orange-red. A glint of deep contemplation flashed through his eyes.

Once he had the strength to contend with Eleventh Tier experts, perhaps it would be time to find an opportunity to return to Blue Star and take a look. He wondered how