My Salvation Game Became true?!

Chapter 167: Chapter 163 Copy Rewards (Request for Monthly Ticket)

“Ding!”

“Notice: The instance ‘The Birth of the Fire Seed’ has ended. Rewards are being calculated, please wait…”

The screen gradually dimmed.

The surging tides of time and space rolled forward, and he, like a droplet of water, drifted along with the tide.

In places he could not see, the gray ashes also drifted with the breeze, floating past the Land of Inheritance, over the Forest of Steles, and throughout the entire Ember Village.

After several great battles, the village was in ruins, but within the destruction, new shoots sprang forth, the flames did not die out, just like the delicate, fiery morning sun as it rose.

Under the morning sun, the dozen or so remaining warriors of Ember Village supported each other and made their way to the Forest of Steles behind the mountain.

The young man stood atop the stone steps, extending his remaining right hand across his chest, “The fire passes on… Humanity endures!”

Endures!

He choked up, tears streaming down his face.

The Mysterious Tide had disappeared, and the small mountain village returned to tranquility.

Years later,

a one-armed youth stood under the fiery sun, his right fist clenched and held across his chest.

In front of him was the village, rebuilt just like in the past but quiet and peaceful.

The young man gazed ahead, as if he could see figures streaking by—carrying burdens, brandishing swords, sparring back and forth. He too propped up a sword and, staggering, ran forward to chase the figures in his eyes.

Many years later,

an old man with one arm and a wrinkled face, leaning on a wooden cane, slowly walked through the village to the inner part of the Land of Inheritance.

His body as kindling, he turned into a torch.

Under the night sky,

the aged figure became light, and within the light was the young man’s brilliant smile.

His form gradually faded away, and the light from the Stele of Inheritance grew brighter, reflecting the starry sky.

…

“Ding!”

“Notice: In the instance ‘The Birth of the Fire Seed’, you have cultivated four Superhuman Rank Awakeners, and together with the fire seeds, you have sniped all Mysterious Evil and strange humanoids… Based on the evolution of the instance and comprehensive evaluation, the following rewards have been obtained:”

“Received: Destiny Points ×3000”

“Received: Spirit of Black Blade (Purple) ×3”

“Received: Blood-Red No-Face Statue (Purple)”

“Received: Advent Card – Wang Hei in Ultimate Sublimation (Gold)”

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“Advent Card – Wang Hei (Gold)”

“Description: This Advent Card is a one-time use item, capable of transcending time and space to summon the Ember Pioneer – Torch Fire Seed – Guide Ming Deng – Wang Hei to the present world! The character’s advent – ‘Wang Hei’ is a solidification of the character’s peak condition during the instance mission; he can be maintained for up to one hour.”

“Remark: The fire passes on, humanity endures, death is not the destination, and the spirit and legacy shall never die out.”

Golden items!

Advent cards!

Emblazoned upon it, an unwavering figure clad in black armor, holding a warblade, its crimson blade severing the heavens.

Without a doubt, this was a tremendously powerful advent card!

If it were in a normal state, the summoned Wang Hei would merely be at the Superhuman fourth Awakening Rank. However, at the last moment, when facing the wisp of Divine Power from the Blood Emperor, Wang Hei’s mysterious energy boiled over, igniting his will and the fire of his soul, reaching ultimate sublimation!

He broke into the Commanding Rank!

He reached the Throne Rank!

At his peak moment, when his blade shattered the blood-colored great pupil, he was almost at half-step mythological level—Wang Hei’s state during his ultimate sublimation could only be maintained for an instant, but the character summoned by the advent card is the ‘constant state’ of ultimate sublimation.

A half-mythical level Ember warrior!

From a tiny fire seed, he grew into a torch that could dispel the darkness covering the entire sky—a Pioneer of Ember.

This card was the ace of aces.

But in Fang You’s memory, he was still that honest, reticent young man.

The other two rewards,

The Blood-Red No-Face Statue and the previous statue had similar effects, also gathering Mysterious and ritual powers. He guessed that the statues were the focus points of attention of higher beings, containing some of their core traits, making them extremely dangerous items.

But no-face also meant that this connection had been severed.

It was already safe, and with it, its utility had declined.

Overall, it was a fine Strange Implement, and the more, the merrier.

And there were three Spirits of Black Blade.

“Perhaps, this is what inheriting a legacy means.”

“Whether it’s him or not, it doesn’t matter so much anymore. As long as there’s the same warrior spirit, that is enough.”

Three significant treasures, and three thousand Destiny Points.

Just the Destiny Points alone surpassed his previous highest accumulation. The rewards for this advent were extraordinarily generous, but…

Fang You fell silent.

In the midst of this silence, the tides of time and space gradually ceased; sunlight spilled down, and he was still inside Training Base No. 1, with a pure black cat, devoid of any other color, hanging over his shoulder.

He took Black Pupil down.

“Meow?”

“It’s nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Meow meow meow?”

The black cat’s eyes widened, pointing first at the distant Cat God Loft and then here.

You carried me all this way just to drop me off?

tui~!

Watching its lousy owner walk away, it cocked its head, wondering if something was amiss?

…

The training base was bustling with shouts from training and the clashing sounds of sparring—a place brimming with youth and vitality.

It was the same when they were in the village.

He felt a tinge of melancholy as he wandered aimlessly, occasionally pausing to gaze into the distance. A gentle breeze brushed across his cheeks, and the reflections in his eyes harbored the silhouettes of various figures.

“Let’s go, join me on a trip to Baichuan Prefecture.”

He turned his head to look at the person and cat sneakily peeking from behind the wall.

It was An Jianyou, cradling Black Pupil.

Black Pupil suddenly leaped down, walking away with an arrogantly cute gait, leaving only its large blinking eyes and a puzzled An Jianyou behind.

After a while,

An Jianyou drove, with Fang You sitting in the passenger seat. The Range Rover sped along the nearly deserted highway, heading toward Baichuan Prefecture, located next to Shuize State.

Their destination wasn’t far.

The drive would take about three to four hours—if you drove fast, two hours were enough. As a female driver and a Triple Awakener, An Jianyou possessed strong spiritual power. She drove fast.

And steady.

Even if it wasn’t steady, it wouldn’t matter, because even if they had an accident and the car flipped, no one would die.

He didn’t seek a chauffeur; it’s just that he suddenly didn’t want to go alone, propping his chin and watching the scenery fly by the window. He could faintly sense that the place he was approaching was getting closer.

…

“We can get out here,” he said.

“Oh, okay.”

An Jianyou was someone who didn’t pry into affairs. She was certain that whatever the mentor wanted to do, there must be a reasonable explanation.

But today, did the mentor seem preoccupied with something?

Thinking this, she fetched the hastily prepared provisions from the trunk of the car.

“I’ll take it.”

He took the provisions from her hands and stuffed them into the now-empty space within the Heaven’s Net.

Then he turned onto a mountain path, heading into the forest.

In the replica space-time, he was quite certain it was about a thousand years ago, during a chaotic dynasty. Thanks to the investigation by Wei Jingwu and others, he could roughly determine the geographical location.

Of course,

A thousand years had passed, and everything had long since changed, the seas had become mulberry fields.

But still, he had a vague sense—possibly coming from… the Land of Inheritance and…

The mountain trails were not difficult to traverse.

Even for An Jianyou, whose physical prowess was many times that of an ordinary person, and who practiced sword techniques—with basic sword techniques came matching footwork, simple yet enough to navigate the complex terrain of the forest.

This girl also practiced shadow steps.

She had learned it through the seed of a skill and was already entering the threshold. This skill was essentially a lower tier of Illusory Void Step; she couldn’t walk on air, but once activated, her figure would become a blur of speed.

For Fang You, moving through the mountains was effortless.

Navigating the woods was like walking on flat ground. Even steep cliffs tens of meters high were simply a step away for him. The invisible hand grasped An Jianyou as his form shot up like a missile, making their travel much faster than driving.

Along the way, An Jianyou’s screams of “Aaaaah” echoed behind them.

Soon, they had reached deep within the forest.

An Jianyou leaned on her knees, her eyes watery, “Mentor, sl-sl-slow down.”

Fang You said, looking back at her, “You’ll have to learn to fly on your own, too. Sooner or later, you’ll get used to it.”

That being said, flying and flying were not the same!

An Jianyou whimpered, habitually summoning her super bodyguard ‘Giggling Wood Puppet,’ and at the same time, she opened her Passage to the Mystic eyes to scan the surroundings.

This was necessary vigilance.

Even when with the mentor, one must remain alert… otherwise, umm, the mentor would lecture.

“But there are so few Mysterious Evils here!”

She exclaimed in surprise.

This place was definitely deep in the primeval forest, where there should have been loads of Mysterious Evils, yet only a very sparse few came into view, and they seemed to become even less frequent the deeper she looked.

How strange.

“We’re almost there,” she heard the mentor say.

She saw that the mentor picked up his pace, and she hurriedly followed.

Dappled light filtered through the tree shadows, and the ancient trees strewn throughout the forest displayed exceptional vigor and strength. The mentor circumvented these ancient trees with root systems that intertwined like earth dragons and pushed aside dense branches and leaves.

Suddenly, a village hidden deep within the mountains unfolded before them.

An Jianyou opened her eyes wide.

“This village…”

The entire village seemed to merge with the forest, with climbing vines covering the old houses, and large trees growing out of the broken walls and ruins.

A profound sense of weight and antiquity hit them full force.

Even now, many stone houses in the village were buried under the passage of time, yet one could still see the grandeur of the past.

There were tall city walls, watchtowers, a winding stone stairway leading up the mountain to an unknown place.

If one looked closely, they might also notice that the gullies in the distance were extremely smooth, as if cut out by a sword’s edge.

The distant mountain peaks as well!

An Jianyou’s eyes widened, and she suddenly stepped forward quickly, heading toward one side of the village entrance. There, stood a stele covered by vegetation.

She delicately scraped away the plants with her sword to reveal the half-person high stele, which bore an engraving.

An engraving she was intimately familiar with.

Her mouth dropped open.