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Chapter 642: True God!
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Because the Map had been torn into many pieces, determining the specific location was almost impossible.As for setting aside their differences and working together?
That was even more impossible.
They had previously cooperated only to deal with the Demonic Cultivator leader because of his extraordinary strength.
But after that, they immediately returned to fighting one another.
Of course, there were others who attempted to cooperate by exchanging their pieces of the Map.
However, many were deceived with false maps, while others discovered that the information they obtained was incomplete or insignificant.
The discovery that the Map pointed toward the Eastern Continent and the Desolate Heaven Empire had only recently become known to the Long Clan.
On the other hand, some clans might have learned of it much earlier.
The Qin Clan, for example, definitely knew and had already sent their people.
This was the reason why Long Haotian and Qin Lingxiao had tried to keep a low profile and avoid attracting unnecessary attention.
"Oh, a True God’s legacy?"
The information Long Haotian had provided was not entirely surprising to Bai Zihan.
He knew that these top forces from the Central Glorious Continent would not come here without reason.
Either it was a powerful legacy or some priceless resource such as an exceptionally rich spirit vein.
Only such things could attract the attention of the top powers of the Central Glorious Continent.
Now he had his answer.
A True God’s legacy!
Bai Zihan leaned back in his chair, his expression calm as he quietly processed everything Long Haotian had told him.
He carefully turned the concept over in his mind.
True God!
He honestly wasn’t sure what to make of the title itself.
Was it a cultivation realm beyond the Immortal Emperor Realm?
Or was it simply what people called someone whose strength had reached a level beyond ordinary comprehension?
Perhaps it truly was the realm above the Immortal Emperor.
Bai Zihan didn’t particularly care about the answer right now.
Realm or title, it made little practical difference.
What mattered was that it was definitely something capable of making someone the most powerful person in the world.
Bai Zihan’s thoughts continued to churn.
Numerous questions naturally followed.
How many fragments of the Map were currently within the Desolate Heaven Empire?
More importantly, did anyone already possess a more precise location, or were they all still operating based on a general region?
The answer to the latter was probably easy to guess.
Since no one had shown any signs of obtaining the legacy, it was safe to assume that nobody possessed its exact location.
Or perhaps the torn Map simply wasn’t capable of pinpointing it.
Then how was he supposed to find it?
He didn’t even possess a fragment of the Map.
In fact, he couldn’t be entirely certain that Long Haotian was telling the truth, although it was highly likely.
Still, if he had to search the entire Desolate Heaven Empire blindly, then even if he mobilized every force within the empire, he might not be able to locate it.
Just then—
"True God’s legacy?"
A familiar voice sounded within his mind.
"That is definitely interesting."
Bai Zihan’s entire body stiffened for a brief moment.
Then—
"Feilian!"
The word escaped his mouth far louder than intended.
His voice echoed throughout the chamber.
Long Haotian flinched violently, his already frayed nerves snapping to full alert before immediately relaxing again as his body reminded him that moving was painful.
Bai Zihan cleared his throat, forced his expression back into composure, and briefly glanced toward Long Haotian.
The Long Clan’s young master was far too exhausted and broken to care about what had just happened.
He remained slumped against the wall with the defeated posture of a man whose dignity had been thoroughly dismantled over the past several hours.
Well, even if he noticed, so what?
Bai Zihan turned his attention inward.
His voice became quiet, contained entirely within his consciousness.
(Feilian. Have you recovered?)
A brief silence followed.
The kind of silence Bai Zihan had was not sure he would ever break again.
For months, he had spoken into that silence and received no response.
Day after day.
Week after week.
He had known she was still there.
He could faintly sense her presence lingering within the Soul-Confining Artifact like a dying ember refusing to extinguish completely.
But knowing she was alive and hearing nothing from her were two entirely different things.
As the weeks stretched into months, the guilt within his heart only grew heavier.
If not for his stubbornness and refusal to listen, she might never have ended up in such a state.
(Feilian?)
He called again, this time more carefully.
His voice carried a trace of guilt and softness that he rarely showed.
A familiar laugh echoed within his consciousness.
It was faint and gentle.
Yet to Bai Zihan, it sounded clearer than any voice in the world.
"I am fine."
Feilian’s voice carried its usual calmness.
"It seems you’ve caused quite a bit of trouble while I was asleep."
Bai Zihan’s expression relaxed slightly.
"Feilian!"
She was truly awake.
"When did you recover?"
Bai Zihan asked.
"A few days ago."
Bai Zihan was stunned.
"A few days? Then why didn’t you say anything?"
Feilian sounded amused.
"I had only recovered enough to regain consciousness. I was still weak."
Bai Zihan nodded in understanding.
The truth was that after awakening, Feilian had not immediately revealed herself because she wanted to observe Bai Zihan.
She wanted to understand everything she had missed.
And what she discovered left her increasingly astonished.
Bai Zihan had already reached the Great Ascension Realm.
Not only that, but he had become capable of defeating Immortal Realm cultivators.
As an Immortal Emperor, Feilian had witnessed countless prodigies throughout her life.
Yet Bai Zihan’s growth still exceeded everyone she had ever known.
The more she learned about what had happened during her absence, the more unbelievable it became.
It seemed that while she had been recovering, Bai Zihan had not wasted a single day.
If anything, his progress had become even more terrifying than before.
She had originally intended to remain silent for several more days.
However, the moment she heard mention of the True God’s legacy, she could no longer restrain her curiosity.
"You truly surprised me. You have become much stronger."
A trace of satisfaction entered her voice.
Bai Zihan smiled slightly.
Then his expression became complicated.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"I’m sorry!"
Immortal Emperor Feilian became quiet.
Bai Zihan lowered his gaze.
"If not for me, you wouldn’t have ended up like that."
The memory remained vivid in his mind.
If he had remained calm.
If he had listened.
If he had not allowed anger and emotion to control him.
Things might have unfolded very differently.
Feilian remained silent for several moments.
Then she sighed softly.
"I told you before. I do not blame you."
Her voice was gentle.
However, it quickly became serious.
"That said, you must remember this lesson."
Bai Zihan listened carefully.
Immortal Emperor Feilian continued.
"This cultivation world is merciless. The moment emotions cloud your judgment, you become vulnerable."
Her tone gradually sharpened.
"Many geniuses die not because they lack talent or strength."
"They die because they allow emotion to dictate their actions. Once that happens, death is usually not far away."
Bai Zihan nodded slowly.
"I understand!"
This time, he genuinely engraved those words into his heart.
Only after hearing his response did Feilian sound satisfied.
"Good!"
A brief silence followed.
Then Bai Zihan suddenly remembered something.
His eyes brightened.
Without hesitation, he opened his storage ring.
Several jade bottles appeared in his hand.
The moment they emerged, a rich medicinal fragrance filled the chamber.
Inside were several Grade-7 and Grade-8 soul-nourishing pills.
Medicines specifically designed to strengthen souls and restore spiritual damage.
The moment Feilian sensed them, she froze.
"..."
Several seconds passed.
Then—
"Where did you get those?"
For perhaps the first time since awakening, genuine shock entered her voice.
Bai Zihan blinked.
"I refined them."
Silence!
Within the Soul-Confining Artifact, Feilian stared at the pills in disbelief.
Grade-7 pills.
Grade-8 pills.
And not ordinary pills either.
Soul-nourishing pills were notoriously difficult to refine.
The ingredients alone were priceless.
The control required over both flame and Qi during refinement was extraordinary.
Even many high-ranking alchemists failed repeatedly when attempting such pills.
Yet Bai Zihan was calmly telling her that he had refined them himself.
Feilian had known Bai Zihan long enough to understand one thing.
He did not lie about matters like this.
If he said he refined them, then he truly had.
Which only made the situation even more absurd.
Bai Zihan wasn’t even an alchemist when she last saw him.
When exactly had he become a Grade-8 Alchemist?
Her mind was already in turmoil.
Even during her era, Grade-8 Alchemists possessed terrifying status.
Numerous major powers competed to recruit them.
Countless experts owed them favors.
Their influence often surpassed their actual cultivation.
As for Immortal Emperors?
They naturally stood above everyone.
But outside of Immortal Emperors, very few people would willingly offend a Grade-8 Alchemist.
Such individuals were simply too valuable.
Too well-connected.
Yet now...
A young man who had not even reached the Immortal Realm was casually telling her that he could refine Grade-8 pills.
The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded.
Even in her era—
Even among the greatest geniuses she had ever seen—
There had never been someone like Bai Zihan.
