18: Sao Fan, Su Wenzi, Tianqi Spirit Liquid

Cold, trembling!

Immense terror entangled itself deep within Zhou Fan's Soul, like a maggot clinging to bone, suffocating him.

"Ah!!!!"

Waking from the dream, he saw a familiar yet strange ceiling.

Zhou Fan stared at the ceiling for a long time, stunned, then suddenly jolted and leaped to his feet.

Zhou Fan frantically flipped open the calendar: July 21st, 2025!

He had been reborn!

Zhou Fan had been reborn!

Reborn on the night the apocalypse spirit nectar descended.

On the Day of the Sky's Rupture, at midnight, the Four Horsemen's apocalypse spirit nectar would be bestowed through the Sky's Rupture, initiating the path of all-encompassing sublimation.

Bathe in the apocalypse spirit nectar, gain spiritual talent, and embark on the path of the transcendent!

Initially, this seemed like a good thing... But who could have known that this so-called apocalypse spirit nectar was actually spiritual energy sent down by the supreme powerful beings of the Spirit Realm, achieved by exploiting the primal potential of Azure Star?

Their goal was to make Azure Star suitable for the Spirit Race to live in; they had always regarded Azure Star as their property.

apocalypse spirit nectar, all things sublimate; beasts transform into spiritualized beasts, and some talented individuals awaken spiritual abilities.

They were orchestrating a major reshuffle of Azure Star.

The entire globe abruptly entered a new era, yet to adapt. Within just a month, the Spirit Realm crossed dimensions, sending over two Spirit Envoys.

Wielding the Spirit Lord's decree, they inspected Azure Star and classified it as a subordinate civilization to the Spirit Servant civilization!

Spirit Servant Race, Spirit Envoy Race, Spirit Blessed Race, Spirit Lord Race!

The Spirit Servant civilization was the lowest and most despised civilization in the Spirit Realm, yet they defined Azure Star as a subordinate to the Spirit Servant Race.

The lowest of the low.

This was unacceptable to billions of humans.

Except for those nations that gleefully licked boots, eager to be lowly servants.

Perhaps a month of spiritual sublimation cultivation wasn't much.

But this was Azure Star, with planes and cannons.

The planes were supersonic fighters, and the cannons were intercontinental Dongfeng missiles, which always hit their mark.

War thus began.

The Spirit Realm marked this realm for destruction, and various Spirit Realm races began their grand invasion.

Azure Star's spiritual light was distorted; the sublimated ones had to both contend with spiritual anomalies and resist the invasion from the Spirit Realm.

It was a war that lasted for decades, filled with blood and fire, tears and sweat.

If he could, Zhou Fan would rather never have embarked on the path of spiritual sublimation; that tragic world held too much pain.

But not to be enslaved was the iron-blooded spirit etched into the bones of every awakened countryman.

Now, reborn, Zhou Fan intended to do his utmost to change such an outcome.

Life, perhaps, should be as brilliant as summer flowers, born dazzling, dying spectacular.

Or perhaps life should be like fungus growing on decaying wood, growing wild, having its own value.

Zhou Fan closed his eyes in thought, recalling why he had been reborn.

primal stone!

The primal stone nurtured by Azure Star.

It can refine primal power, forge magical tools, extraordinary treasures, and also enhance one's own strength and evolve spiritual talents.

Its uses are endless.

apocalypse sight!

His spiritual talent from his previous life had also returned with him.

Precognition, receiving revelations, finding weaknesses, revealing map treasures, foreseeing the future... Zhou Fan relied on his initial precognition ability to gradually grow stronger.

These two would be Zhou Fan's greatest trump cards.

Zhou Fan understood himself and determined the path he would take next.

Find powerful like-minded comrades from his previous life, inform the relevant authorities about the Sky's Rupture, and he just happened to have contact information for that.

Zhou Fan planned to cultivate a Star-Suppressing Squad to guard the planet, become the planet's pillars, and eventually achieve the grand ideal of counter-attacking the Spirit Realm.

After disclosing some information he knew to the relevant departments, Zhou Fan began to ponder who had the potential and strength to suppress the planet.

"Su Wen! That's right! And Su Wen. Back then, Su Wen awakened a very powerful talent, but unfortunately, he died young and didn't unleash the full potential of his talent. Otherwise, he would definitely have the combat power to suppress a star!" Zhou Fan suddenly remembered his old friend of many years.

The one who always said during school that if his name wasn't Zhou, but Ye, then his future achievements would be limitless.

Zhou Fan even remembered that in a novel Su Wen wrote, there was a protagonist named Ye Fan.

"What 'I am the Heavenly Emperor, I shall suppress all enemies'... 'A single leaf in the mortal world can cover the sky'... 'Ascend the heavenly road, sing as I walk, cover the sky with a flick of a finger!'"

At the time, Zhou Fan even thought, 'If he writes so awesomely, maybe I should just take my mother's surname.'

Zhou Fan's mother's surname was Ye... In the end, Zhou Fan at that time still suppressed this idea that would have sent his father's blood pressure soaring.

He was afraid of getting beaten.

"Heh, reborn... makes me feel like a protagonist..." Zhou Fan laughed at himself... "Hiccup! Hiccup!"

Su Wen rubbed his nose, somewhat puzzled: "What's going on? With just this small breeze, how could I, a great martial artist in the Bone Refining realm, catch a cold?"

What do you call your father's father... Your father's father is called grandfather... His phone rang.

He saw it was Nickname.

"Heh, I was just wondering which scoundrel made me sneeze. Tell me, wasn't it you, my little brother?" Su Wen answered the phone, teasing.

"...Little Mosquito, listen to me! This is very important!" Zhou Fan's voice on the other end was low and slightly magnetic, making Su Wen somewhat restrain his teasing.

"Tonight, at midnight! From the Sky's Rupture, apocalypse spirit nectar will descend. Remember to absorb as much as you can... I think you have some guesses; the sky has indeed changed!

We'll talk about the specifics later, but you must remember to absorb the apocalypse spirit nectar with all your might! A-Wen, Su Wen, this is not a joke!"

"...Okay, I understand... You, be careful..." Su Wen hesitated, then fell silent.

Everyone has their secrets, and Su Wen had no intention of digging for answers.

After all, Su Wen wouldn't mention the Book of Myths to anyone either.

"...I wonder what opportunity my little brother got. Could it be that those named Fan are all extraordinary? Zhou Fan is extraordinary! Haha!"

"Maybe I should just call myself Su Buwen; Su Buwen, Wen! Perhaps my grand endeavor as a plagiarist could go smoothly..."

"Unfortunately, it seems the grand endeavor of plagiarism is also about to be called off!"

"Authors in the future will be blessed. If a certain transcendent being follows an author, and he stops chapters, stops updating, or kills off a beloved character, then the transcendent lord personally delivers razor blades to his door, he's in for it!"

"Truly, 'locked in a small dark room, seriously reflecting!'"

...Su Wen stared at his watch, having already moved a chair to the balcony, waiting for the time to arrive.

The night sky was sparse with stars, and the rift was dark and deep. At a certain moment, endless brilliance suddenly erupted from the Sky's Rupture, spreading wantonly and falling upon the mountains and earth!

The apocalypse spirit nectar rained down ceaselessly; every drop seemed to contain endless energy, exerting an irresistible pull on all things.

Su Wen felt a deep yearning from the depths of his Soul... This truly was a good thing!

Being friends with Nickname wasn't for nothing...