Chapter Fourteen: The Bright White Nebula

The moment the dragon crystal shattered, Yu Lian released his senses, allowing the invisible energy spilling forth to pour into his body and fill his soul.

Those vibrant reds, greens, yellows, blacks, and purples—like the dyes of a vast workshop—seemed to reappear, but instead of flooding his throat, they all streamed straight into his mind. This time, however, there was no outlet for them to vent; they could only penetrate deeper into his consciousness along his nerves. They arrived in the soul’s ocean, a sea of chaos, and began to boil as if discovering a new world.

Boom! Amid the tumult, Yu Lian faintly sensed an explosion that swept through all the chaos. In that ocean of soul, every fragment of memory was destroyed and decomposed. The intense light nearly stripped away all his vision, drawing the grayish chaos toward extinction. Yet, within that void, it seemed something new was forming.

Yu Lian’s last thread of spiritual awareness clung to the changes in these “entities,” waiting as they slowly solidified and differentiated. Time passed unknown to him, and their orbits gradually stabilized, emitting a gentle glow that re-condensed and restored the shattered fragments of spirit, incorporating them into their celestial paths—much like a star maintaining the existence and stability of its planets through gravity.

A radiant white nebula descended into Yu Lian’s sea of consciousness.

It was the legendary Soul Star Ring, known simply as the “Star Ring” or “Star Disk,” the extraordinary origin of all known intelligent life in the universe.

The “universe” within his soul began to resonate with the true universe. A power that only Yu Lian could feel flowed from his spirit into his body, healing his wounds, invigorating his blood and cells, strengthening his bones, muscles, and nerves.

He was reborn at full strength.

Yu Lian felt as if he had witnessed the birth of a universe, though in reality it had only taken a fleeting moment. He raised his hand, barely pausing to marvel at the invisible power coursing through him or to relish his fully restored body, instantly condensing his spiritual energy into a concentrated blast and unleashing it.

The hopper insect, already brandishing its bone blade, was struck as if hit by an invisible hammer to the head. Its leader visibly deformed, silently perishing. Not only that, the undiminished clustered spirit energy pierced through a sting snake and a terror claw insect, pinning them together. Their upper halves dropped to the ground convulsing, while the lower halves staggered a few steps before collapsing motionless.

At that moment, even Yina had yet to react.

The brilliant white nebula in his mind shimmered with starlight, a halo of spiritual energy beginning to boil—a sign that the power factor of his spirit was awakening. At this moment, having lived through his third lifetime, Yu Lian once again formally stepped into the world of the extraordinary.

“To hell with the Spirit of the Universe! I don’t want white—it sounds so generic! I want the rust color of a swordsman and the iridescent hue of a mage! Even the effeminate blue of a ranger from my last life, I’d take!” Yu Lian roared inwardly, desperate to slash something for release, and with a single stride, charged toward the city gate.

“Bian! Baka!” Sergeant Baka continued to shout his inscrutable, battle-hardened war cries, hefting his axe and following close behind.

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“Charge! Only dead bugs are good bugs!” You You howled, joining in like a gorilla clad in armor.

At this moment, morale soared. Even Sergeant Banks and Nurse Belinda joined the charge, though trailing at the rear... By the way, hadn’t they been nowhere to be seen before? Were they hiding and slacking off somewhere?

With only a few strides, Yu Lian leaped into the trench, while the others had yet to exit the city gates. This was the power of spirit energy—the evolution of mind manifesting physically, strengthening his body and instantly healing debilitating wounds. His frail frame now flowed with abundant stamina and strength, filling him with unprecedented excitement and ferocity.

He raised his hand and threw his crystal sword like a giant shuriken. The sharp high-carbon crystal blade sliced cleanly through three hopper insects and a sting snake before embedding itself in the forehead of a terror claw insect.

“The Dance of Steel... can I use spirit energy to wield weapons in midair? Huh, not much use against experts, but great for slaughtering weaklings,” Yu Lian mused as he grabbed his rifle and quickly shot down some nearby bugs. With an empty hand, he reached out and caught an unclaimed battle axe.

With a gun in one hand and an axe in the other, he sped past a stunned Yina and plunged into the swarm. At that moment, reinforcements arrived, and the final melee began.

Of course, it wasn’t too brutal. The alien insects had to cross the sloped fire zone, by which time seven or eight-tenths of their forces had been eliminated. Nearly every surviving bug bore bullet holes and scorch marks. Honestly, if not for the gravel dragon whose belly was pierced by a puppet bug causing chaos, Yu Lian’s sloped fireline would have stopped them all.

Yu Lian knew well that once in close combat, the biggest threat was the terror claw insects. Ordinary soldiers needed powered exoskeletons to fight such beasts head-on, but even forcing the lieutenant to use all reserves, less than thirty percent of the army was armored.

The big guys had to go first. Resolving this, Yu Lian sidestepped at an impossible angle for a normal person, dodging two hoppers’ bites and lunges, and charged into the swarm. He shoved his rifle against the central pincers of a terror claw and emptied a burst that blasted its brain. With a swing of his axe, he tore off the bug’s claw.

Before the sharp claw hit the ground, it was sucked into invisible energy, accelerated violently, and darted out like a javelin, piercing two sting snakes preparing to spray needles.

By then, Yu Lian slid on the ground beneath another terror claw. Bullets tore through the weak gaps in its belly armor, shattering all its organs.

Yina stood behind, stunned. She could tell Yu Lian’s movements now surpassed normal human limits; he must be a spirit energy user. Even more shocking was his clean, direct fighting style. Each attack, dodge, and advance was without excess or hesitation. As a seasoned combat expert, Sergeant Yina could find no faults.

She felt as if witnessing a grand painting painted with swords and guns as brushes, blood and fire as pigments. Every stroke was sharp, deadly, and rhythmic—a pinnacle of refined and efficient aesthetics.

A wave of inexplicable emotion surged within Yina, flooding her chest and flowing down—uh, toward her face and forehead. She blushed deeply, finding the scene surreal and hard to believe.

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“Even if they’re Moonlanders, this is ridiculous! Actually, Moonlanders are even more ridiculous! How can officials fight like this?”

Sergeant Yina’s thought process was simple: “Moonlander” meant “elite bureaucrat group,” and elites among elites at that. Bureaucrats meant officials—those big shots stuffed with fat brains upstairs. Yet these folks usually just put on airs, talk bureaucratic jargon, skim some kickbacks, and strut to promotions like riding an elevator. How could they possibly handle real combat?

Though her thinking was simple and linear, Sergeant Yina’s revolutionary spirit far surpassed that of Lieutenant Mondson. No wonder she was destined to be famous. If Yu Lian knew this, he’d surely feel gratified to find like-minded comrades in a world twisted in both technology and ideology.

Only when the bear-man and Old Hei roared past like two ferocious beasts did Sergeant Yina snap back to reality. Still lacking empathy for the situation, feeling as if trapped in a third-rate absurd action movie, she gave up thinking, raised her gun, and kept shooting. Her bullets precisely sealed off areas Yu Lian couldn’t cover, killing or incapacitating bugs attempting to flank him, creating killing opportunities for their comrades.

Yu Lian smashed his empty C10 rifle against a hopper’s head, deforming the stock but splattering its fluids. Then he hurled his battered, cracked crystal battle axe at the last terror claw’s forehead. The big bug howled reflexively, convulsed for half a minute, and finally stopped moving.

Yu Lian took a deep breath of the hot air of New Yumen Star, now thick with the smell of alien insects. Fatigue was evident, so he stopped to let the highly motivated soldiers rush in and finish off the remaining bugs.

“Still just a low-tier novice cultivator,” Yu Lian told himself. Little did he know, to the others, his performance had been nothing short of a god descending, which explained their sudden surge in morale.

In this universe brimming with martial virtue yet skewed in every other way, a leader who could charge into enemy lines wielding dual weapons was the easiest to earn the trust of ordinary soldiers.

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