Councilor Yun

It was dusk.

The sun had yet to sink below the horizon. With October approaching, the weather was cool.

In the Mingyue Residential Area, many children and teenagers were training under their parents' guidance, working on physical strength, agility, and weapon techniques.

The Mingyue Residential Area was a warrior residential area with a strong martial culture. Some warriors stood nearby, watching with smiles, while others even stepped in to offer pointers.

Whoosh!

A blood-red triangular fighter jet arrived above the Mingyue Residential Area, slowing to a gentle hover.

Whoosh...

The hatch opened.

Dressed in black casual clothes with a backpack on his back, Yun He flew down from the sky. In a flash, he landed among the villas inside the residential area.

Then the fighter jet's hatch closed, and it swiftly departed.

Many people in the residential area looked up at the sight in shock.

Flying?

A Councilor Level expert?!

"Who was that expert just now?"

"He looked familiar. I think he was War God Yun He!"

"War God Yun He?! Isn't he dead? The martial hall only issued the announcement this morning!"

The warriors in the residential area erupted into a flurry of discussion.

One warrior hurriedly activated his Communication Watch and logged onto the Limit Martial Hall's official website. To his surprise, the announcement posted that morning declaring Yun He and Luo Feng dead had already been deleted.

Were they really treating this so casually?

Was this some kind of joke?

Yun He entered the home he had not returned to for an entire year. Fortunately, the official death notice had only been issued that morning, so the residential area's management had not yet had time to reclaim his house.

Otherwise, coming back to find even his home gone would have been quite a joke.

After hurriedly putting his things down, Yun He headed out again and ran toward Luo Feng's house.

The Limit Martial Hall had only officially announced their deaths that morning, and Vulture Li Yao's retaliation had only just begun. Nothing should have happened yet.

There was no one in Luo Feng's courtyard. The plants seemed to have gone untended for a long time and had grown rather wild.

Ding-dong!

He rang the doorbell.

"Yun He... er, Councilor Yun?" Just then, Wu Tong hurried over with a group of warriors behind him.

Yun He pressed the doorbell again and said without looking back, "Whatever it is, we'll talk later."

"There's no hurry. Please take care of your business first, Councilor Yun." Wu Tong immediately understood and turned to leave, ushering away the crowd gathered at a distance as he went.

Click...

The front door opened. Luo Hua, who was not yet twenty but already looked much more mature, stood there with a tired expression.

"Yun..." Luo Hua's mouth fell open as he stared in disbelief at Yun He outside the door. His expression shifted several times, but he could not get a complete sentence out.

"Let's talk inside."

Yun He smiled faintly, stepped forward, and put an arm around his shoulders, leading him into the house.

Luo Hua followed in a daze, clearly still struggling to process what had happened.

Inside the living room, Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan sat on the sofa, their faces subdued. An air of sorrow hung over the entire house.

"Xiao Hua, who's here?... Little He?" Gong Xinlan asked casually. When she looked up, she froze.

Luo Hongguo turned to look and froze as well.

"Uncle Luo, Aunt Lan, I'm sorry I made you worry. I was trapped somewhere and only got out today... Luo Feng is trapped too, but he's fine. Don't worry. He'll be back in a few months..."

Yun He explained what had happened and reassured them.

Seeing how much older Uncle Luo and Aunt Lan looked than they had a year ago left Yun He feeling uneasy too.

"Really?"

"Xiao Feng really is all right?"

Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan were overwhelmed with excitement, their eyes brimming with tears. Luo Hua's eyes reddened as well.

Three months after Yun He and Luo Feng had become trapped, the Limit Martial Hall had sent someone to tell them that the two might already be dead. From that moment on, the entire family had been consumed by grief.

Then, that morning, the Limit Martial Hall had issued an official announcement confirming Luo Feng and Yun He's deaths. They had felt as though the sky were collapsing around them.

"Of course it's true. Don't worry. Luo Feng will be back in another three or four months at most," Yun He replied firmly.

"Wonderful!"

"Xiao Feng really is all right..."

"I knew my brother would be fine."

The three members of the Luo family wept with joy.

Yun He smiled and let out a soft breath of relief.

Luo Feng, you brat, you owe me a lot.

Night fell.

The moonlight, cool as water, spilled into the second-floor training hall.

Wearing loose training clothes, Yun He sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes slightly closed and his right palm held upward. A small black hole roughly ten centimeters in diameter hovered above it, spinning rapidly.

Wisps of moonlight were drawn toward it and disappeared into the black hole.

The space around the black hole seemed faintly distorted. Looking at it gave one a sense that space and time had fallen out of order.

Yun He was contemplating the laws, cultivating in quiet concentration.

That evening, he had eaten at Luo Feng's house and stayed to chat with the family before returning home.

Wu Tong had thoughtfully arranged for people to wait at his door and help clean the house.

Life settled into peace once more.

Apart from cultivating each day, Yun He occasionally went to Luo Feng's house to eat and keep the family company.

The Luo family was no longer so grief-stricken, and their complexions improved by the day. Though they still worried, they finally had something to look forward to.

The War God Palace had gained another councilor: Councilor Yun.

Many factions sent people to approach him, hoping to build a relationship. After receiving them once, Yun He refused all further visitors.

I don't even have enough time to cultivate. Who has time to waste on your trivial nonsense and social obligations?

More than a month later, while eating at Luo Feng's house one day, he heard Gong Xinlan angrily complaining that certain people in the residential area had gone too far and were saying terrible things.

Yun He already had an idea of what was going on. He asked Luo Hua in private, and Luo Hua also suspected that Vulture Li Yao had arranged for those people to do it.

Yun He said little. He merely told Luo Hua and the others to be careful and not to take those nasty remarks to heart. Luo Feng would deal with it when he returned.

Yun He did not intend to meddle too much in matters like these. As long as Li Yao did not go too far, he planned to let him live a little longer. It would only be another month or so anyway.

Li Yao was now recklessly courting death, seemingly using his own life to test Yun He's limits. Everything he did hovered right along the edge of that red line.

In truth, Yun He did not care whether a minor figure like him lived or died. He was not worth wasting mental energy on.

He had already spoken to the head of the government's special department and asked that everything Li Yao did be secretly recorded.

When Luo Feng returned and saw those records, Yun He believed he would show Vulture Li Yao what City Lord Luo's wrath truly meant.

Perhaps Vulture Li Yao thought these actions stayed just outside Yun He's limits. But in Luo Feng's eyes, they crossed an inviolable line-and crossing it meant death.

Yun He smiled faintly. There really was no talking sense into someone determined to die.

Wasn't living good enough?

Why insist on courting death?

He shook his head, put the matter aside, and continued concentrating on comprehending the laws.

He was extremely busy now, with the three great laws of light, space, and time all requiring his attention.

Every time he comprehended a trace of those three laws, he had to fuse them together and then incorporate them into the mixed hole.

It was like knitting a sweater. First, he had to find three different kinds of thread, combine them into a single strand, and then use that strand to knit the sweater.

He would find one kind of thread, then another, then the third, before finally combining them into one short, fine strand. That strand would complete only one ten-millionth-or even one hundred-millionth-of the entire sweater.

The sheer scale of the undertaking was staggering.

Yun He had no idea how many years it would take him to finish the final product.

All he could do was complete a tiny bit each day and let it slowly accumulate over time.

At least he had already made a good start, hadn't he?