strokinit Chapter 39 Blood Letter Appears, Faith is Passed Down
Chapter 39 Blood Letter Appears, Faith is Passed Down
The last four characters, "May humanity prosper forever," were written with particular force, the brushstrokes almost tearing the paper, the raised ink marks palpable on the back. Lin Chen's hand holding the blood-written letter trembled slightly, his throat tightening as if something was stuck there, unable to be swallowed or spit out. 976 years of spiritual energy revival—the year Chen Feng sacrificed himself. He detonated his stellar energy source, sacrificing his life to perish alongside the Beast King, temporarily stabilizing the collapsing seal. Lin Chen could almost see that scene: on the desolate plains, Chen Feng, covered in blood, stood before the shattered seal, an endless tide of beasts behind him. He glanced back towards Qingyang City, then resolutely compressed all his stellar energy into his dantian and detonated it—a silver pillar of light shot into the sky, shaking the ground for miles around. Before his death, he had already calculated everything that would happen thirty years later: the third critical point of spiritual energy revival 1000 years later, the martial arts association's plan to strengthen the seal, the provincial key joint training being held in Qingyang City, the Wang family taking the opportunity to make a move... He had foreseen all of this.
This wasn't foreseeing the future. It was Chen Feng who, over five years—from 971 to 976—etched every word of the First Martial Emperor's notes into his heart, repeatedly deducing and meticulously planning, ultimately paving the way for the potential successor of the Star Martial Sect thirty years later. He planted Li Mo in the south of the city, drew a map of the evil array's distribution in the northwest, left a blood-written message in the fist manual, and even accurately predicted that the successor of the Star Martial Sect would be guided by the Star Martial Sect's core to find this ancient book. This dedication and foresight deeply shocked Lin Chen, like a mountain pressing down on his heart, or like a ray of light shining into a dark tunnel.
Lin Chen was deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time.
It turns out that none of this was a coincidence. From awakening his Star Martial Core while studying at Qingyang No. 3 Middle School, to being admitted to a provincial key school after the competition, to meeting the Su sisters, learning of the Wang family's conspiracy... everything was within Chen Feng's calculations thirty years ago. He spent five years setting up a thirty-year-long scheme, just to wait for him, the successor of the Star Martial Arts. He didn't have the ability to foresee the future; he simply engraved every word left by the first Martial Emperor in his heart, and then did everything in his power to leave a glimmer of hope for future generations. Lin Chen lowered his head, looking at the three thin blood-written letters in his hand, and suddenly felt that they weighed a ton.
Lin Chen carefully folded the three blood-written letters and the diagram of the evil array, meticulously aligning the edges with his fingers, then placed them against his chest. The paper, though thin, felt incredibly heavy, pressing against his chest with a weighty yet reassuring weight—like someone lighting a lamp for him in the darkness. Then he resealed the completed boxing manual with his star power—silver star power flowed from his palm, covering the ancient book like a thin mist, concealing the completed text once more. He placed the manual back in the sandalwood box, closed the lid, his fingertips lingering on the lid for a moment, before finally placing the box back on the top shelf, restoring it to its original state—the dust's position, the angle of tilt, were exactly the same as before. He might return to retrieve the manual when the time was right, but for now, leaving it here was the safest option.
Lin Chen stood up, his knees clicking slightly from sitting for so long. He walked to the high window, placed his hands on the windowsill, and gazed at the twilight sky outside. The sun had already sunk below the horizon, leaving only a dark red glow on the horizon, like iron that had been heated and was gradually cooling. One by one, the lights of the distant campus lit up, their orange glow particularly warm in the twilight. A night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the coolness of early autumn, and brushed against his slightly flushed face. His gaze became incredibly determined, like tempered steel, resilient and sharp, his pupils reflecting the myriad lights outside the window.
He would never allow the Wang family to destroy what Senior Chen Feng had protected with his life. Every word in those blood-written letters was a heavy entrustment and trust, like a hand handing him an invisible sword.
He decided that this weekend, he would first return to Qingyang City to find Li Mo—the reclusive senior at Old Li's General Store in the south of the city—to obtain irrefutable evidence of Wang Xiaotian's collusion with the evil race. Then, based on the distribution map of the evil formations, he would systematically break through the Twelve Capital Heavenly Fiend Formations set up by the Wang family. In the joint training six months later, no matter what, he was determined to protect the seal of Qingyang City.
Lin Chen clenched his fist, and a flash of silver starlight appeared in his palm, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—brief but bright. That power flowed through his veins, making him feel that he was no longer fighting alone—before him was Chen Feng; after him, countless others. And he was the most crucial one in this chain.
May humanity prosper forever. These four words, from this day forward, will be etched into his heart. Each stroke is deeper than any carving on stone.