Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

At the bottom of the turbid and icy Huangpu River, the suppressive domain constructed by the True Flame of the Candle Dragon slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint aftertaste of oppressive power, receding quietly like the tide.

Tang Mingxuan slumped into the cold mud.

His body was still trembling slightly, and tears streamed down his face, mingling with the cold river water.

He couldn't distinguish between tears and water. He looked up, staring blankly at the colossal image of the Candle Dragon that had just dissipated, yet left an indelible mark on his mind… and… what happened after the image faded…

Zhang Yun reappeared, his face slightly pale but his aura still profound.

He swallowed hard.

A soft "gulp" sound came from its throat, which was particularly clear in the now silent riverbed.

Violence...too violent!

That's the legendary auspicious mythical beast, Bai Ze!

He was actually... knocked unconscious by this seemingly cold and taciturn young man with a single slap using the Heaven and Earth Technique?!

No, it's that they've sobered up?!

What... what level of power is this?!

The Night's Watch... Are all young people these days this reckless?!

Tang Mingxuan felt that his worldview had been impacted like never before.

at this time--

The patter...

It seemed to be drizzling above the river.

Fine raindrops pattered on the river's surface, the sound carried down through the layers of water, becoming indistinct and gentle, as if heaven and earth themselves were shedding tears of emotion for this breathtaking birth...

Against the backdrop of the hazy rain, a faint yet incredibly clear cry, brimming with new life and as crisp as a deer's call, rang out—

"Waaah~"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it!

The weak mother Bai Ze turned her head with difficulty and gently nuzzled the little creature beside her with her warm, moist nose... curled up in a ball, all white and wet.

The little Bai Ze cub trembled slightly.

It opened its innocent and pure, pale golden eyes, like glass, and curiously looked around at the cold and unfamiliar underwater world, uttering its first greeting upon arriving in the world.

A new life has been born!

Although the mother Bai Ze was extremely tired and weak, with a feeble breath, her huge, pale golden eyes were filled with indescribable love, relief, and... a deep sense of gratitude.

Its gaze moved slowly, and finally... settled on Tang Mingxuan, who was slumped not far away, still in a state of shock and daze.

It slightly opened its mouth and emitted an extremely faint yet incredibly clear sound that directly affected the soul. The sound was gentle and weary, yet carried a sacred solemnity:

"A mortal... Tang Mingxuan..."

"If it weren't for your... five years of protection... and your selfless devotion... today... my Bai Ze lineage... would probably be extinct..."

"This kindness...is heavier than heaven and earth..."

"Please... bestow a name upon my son..."

A name bestowed upon you?!

Tang Mingxuan snapped back to his senses, his body trembling violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock, and... an indescribable, overwhelming sense of honor!

To bestow a name upon the offspring of the auspicious mythical beast Bai Ze?!

What an honor! What a cause and effect!

Baili Pangpang stared wide-eyed and gaped, completely unaware that the talisman in his hand had fallen into the mud.

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the lenses frantically recording this historic moment.

Jialan clasped his hands together, his eyes shining with emotion and blessings.

Zhang Yun watched quietly, a barely perceptible ripple appearing in his cold eyes.

Tang Mingxuan struggled to get out of the mud, staggered a few steps forward, and came to Bai Ze and his mother.

He looked at the little Bai Ze nestled beside its mother, blinking its innocent eyes, pure as crystal, and then at the mother's huge eyes filled with trust and earnestness...

The little things that have happened over the past five years...

They secretly delivered food late at night, carefully concealing their tracks.

He concealed the truth despite the pressure of being discovered, guarded her day and night in constant fear... and... the eternal pain and regret of watching helplessly as his wife and daughter died on the delivery bed...

All the emotions... surged into my heart at this moment!

His eyes welled up with tears again, his voice trembled violently, yet it was filled with utmost solemnity and… a prayer from the depths of his soul:

"Venerable Bai Ze...you are too kind..."

He took a deep breath, his gaze falling gently on the little white ze, as if he could see something deeper through it.

"This little guy... was born at the bottom of the river... yet he hears the sound of rain..."

"Rain... nourishes all things, washes away the dust, and gives birth to new life..."

"May it...be as pure as rain...bring life and hope like rain...never again...experience the suffering of its mother...of being battered by wind and rain, of being adrift and displaced..."

Tang Mingxuan's voice choked for a moment. He raised his head, looked at Bai Ze's mother, and said, with utmost solemnity, word by word:

"How about we call it... 'Yusheng'...?"

"Tang Yusheng..."

Bai Ze's mother listened quietly, a gentle and approving light flowing through her huge eyes.

It lowered its head, gently licked the little guy's forehead, and let out a low, gentle whimper, as if... acknowledging the name.

"Woo~" Little Bai Ze seemed to like the name too, letting out a pleasant chirp and nuzzling his mother's chin with his little head.

"Great...great...Yusheng...Tang Yusheng...what a great name!" Baili Pangpang was the first to react, clapping and cheering excitedly!

An Qingyu adjusted her glasses: "The name has been recorded. Meaning analysis: It aligns with the themes of new life, purity, and hope. Approval level: High."

Jialan laughed happily: "Yusheng...that sounds so beautiful!"

Zhang Yun nodded slightly, which was considered an approval.

Tang Mingxuan watched this scene, and tears welled up in his eyes again, but this time... they were tears of joy.

It seemed that he had placed all his love and expectations for his unborn child on this little life that he had personally delivered and named.

That deep-seated regret... seems to have been somewhat compensated and comforted at this moment.

However, just as this warm and touching atmosphere reached its peak—

Om-! ! !

An invisible yet boundless will, like an ancient giant awakening, suddenly descended upon this riverbed!

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet undeniable voice, seemingly from the heavens above, resounded clearly in everyone's minds:

"The time has come. The cause and effect are settled. This matter... should come to an end."

As this sound rang out, the entire scene of Huaihai City in the 1980s... began to slowly blur and become transparent, like a faded painting...

Tang Mingxuan's figure, Bai Ze's frail mother, the bewildered little Yu Sheng, the dilapidated riverbed environment, even... the pattering rain... everything began to fade away...

"This is...?" Baili Pangpang was stunned.

Data flashed wildly on An Qingyu's lens: "Simulation scenario is dissolving! Energy structure is collapsing! We... have to go back!"

"Captain Tang! Bai Ze!" Jialan exclaimed, somewhat reluctant to part.

Tang Mingxuan seemed to understand something. He took one last deep look at Xiaobai Zeyusheng, then gave Zhang Yun, An Qingyu, and the others a grateful and relieved smile before his figure slowly disappeared into the now-transparent river water...

"Take good care of... Yusheng..." These were his last words.

Ultimately, the Huaihai market scene of the entire 1980s completely disappeared!

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes!

The next moment, they were standing once again in that cold, empty training base of the [Heroic Spirit] squad, forged from dark gray metal!

It was as if everything that had just happened—both thrilling and tender—was merely a… incredibly real dream.

In everyone's minds, there was an incredibly clear memory, and... that heavy sense of accomplishment and responsibility for protecting some kind of hope.

Tell them... that it wasn't all an illusion.

Li Kengqiang, a cigar dangling from his lips, strolled leisurely from the edge of the training field, a signature, nonchalant smirk on his face.

"Oh? You're back? Looks like... you did a pretty good job on the mission."

His gaze lingered on Zhang Yun for a moment, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Lesson 1... Congratulations, you barely... passed."

"Now... take a ten-minute break! Then... get ready for the second lesson!"

Everyone: "..."

Having just survived saving the city and delivering a mythical beast's birth... and this is... only the first lesson?! There's a second lesson?!

Baili Pangpang let out a wail and collapsed to the ground: "Brother Qiang! Are you a devil?!"

...

In the southeastern sea of ​​the Great Xia Dynasty, there is an isolated island that serves as the base for the [Heroic Spirit] squad.

West side,

A remote, rocky coastline far from the core training base.

The leaden sky hung low, and the icy sea wind howled.

Rolling up layers of dark green waves,

Time and again, tirelessly, it pounded against the rugged, steep black rocks.

It emitted a deafening roar!

The broken waves turned into white foam that splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with a thick, salty, and lonely smell of water vapor.

The highest, most solitary rock, seemingly forgotten by the whole world.

A figure sat there quietly.

He was a boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She wore a thin, mostly soaked white shirt, paired with faded jeans. She was rather thin.

Yet, he exudes a quiet and resilient quality, unlike his age, like a reef.

He wore an old-fashioned, black over-ear headphone with the headphone wire dangling down his face.

On the other end... however, no device was connected. He seemed to be... simply trying to isolate himself from all external sounds and immerse himself in his own world.

His face was delicate, even retaining a hint of childishness, but his eyes gazed towards the boundless horizon...

The eyes of the turbulent, inky sea... were as deep and unfathomable as an ancient, icy pool.

It was filled with... an indescribable, heavy sorrow, longing, and... a trace of deep-seated, unknown... loneliness and defiance.

Beside him, straight and deep... embedded in the hard crevice of the reef...

It's a...weapon!

A gigantic halberd, with an ancient and ferocious design, its entire body displaying a dark gold hue, as if forged from some mysterious metal!

The halberd was covered with ancient and intricate dark patterns that seemed to contain some kind of battlefield law. The crescent blade and the tip of the halberd gleamed with a cold and sharp light in the dim light of the day!

Even just standing there quietly, it exudes a fierce and domineering aura, like splitting mountains and cleaving seas, slaughtering gods and demons!