"Please, we were blind and offended you, divine being. How about this: I transfer all of Tianyu's shares to you, and you let the two of us go?"
Sun Wenchuan pointed to the glittering objects in the ravines and said excitedly, "Look, this is the world's largest untapped gold reserve! With this, we can be richer than a nation, and have anything we want!"
"I want her to live. Can you do that?"
Ren Yuanhao's golden pupils shimmered with unspeakable grief, while a gentler force transmitted through the sword hilt.
"This kind of skill to revive the dead... there are various theories about it worldwide. Perhaps, with money, it can be achieved someday?"
Sun Wenchuan naively believed that money was a bargaining chip with Ren Yuanhao. However, he overlooked one thing: Ren Yuanhao was the one who held all the secrets of Mirage City. If he wished, everything about Tianyu would crumble to dust.
"I do like money, but seeing people like you still exist in this world makes me feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles, so~"
Before Ren Yuanhao could finish speaking, Sun Wenchuan and Sun Yi seized the moment and launched a sudden attack, their immense psionic pressure striking directly at Ren Yuanhao's abdomen.
"Even at this point, you still want to bite me?"
Ren Yuanhao's gaze turned sharp. With a slight lift of his hand, their psionic powers instantly dissipated into nothingness. Internally, it felt as if a whirl-wind had entered them. On the surface, they appeared unharmed, but their internal organs were already torn to shreds!
The two bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot, a testament to the power unleashed.
He stood outside the bronze gate. The daylight streamed in, carrying with it a pervasive stench. Despite the extreme heat, Ren Yuanhao felt a chill that pierced to his very bones.
"Miss, if everything I desire comes with death, I can choose not to have it, right?"
He attempted to connect with the system in his cranial cavity, but for some unknown reason, the system had remained silent since appearing in the room he had escaped from.
Holding Yi Die, he felt like a lost infant in a crowd, his legs moving only by sheer consciousness. Not long after, Ren Yuanhao finally collapsed into the dirt.
...
The vast, dark clouds ultimately failed to bring a single drop of rain. The dry air created a suffocating atmosphere. Ten days later, Tianyu Group, under the management of a awakened Ren Yuanhao, reincorporated the southern regions into its jurisdiction. All the gold and substantial mineral revenues were used to aid the poor.
Ren Yuanhao also finally found all the craftsmen and citizens of the Heluo tribe in Tianyu's secret research institute.
Naturally, Yi Die's biological parents fainted for three days upon hearing news of their daughter. Such grief was unbearable for any parent.
Finally, Ren Yuanhao placed Yi Die's body into a special sarcophagus crafted by the ancient Heluo people, her mouth holding the mysterious Soul Jade of the ancient Heluo tribe.
According to their beliefs, the Soul Jade not only nourished the body, preserving it for a thousand years without decay, but the sarcophagus also maintained the corpse well. It was possible that with the rapid advancement of technology and the emergence of resurrection techniques, Yi Die might one day be revived.
During this time, Ren Yuanhao tried countless times to contact the system, but received no response, as if it had completely vanished from his mind.
Even stranger, after using the Sea Burying Flow, his dantian should have shattered like last time. Yet, he was unharmed, and it seemed the three different attribute energies could be freely wielded within his body.
This discovery should have excited him, but he couldn't muster any joy, perhaps due to the system's disappearance or the profound shock of Yi Die's death.
It also made him understand more clearly what he truly desired at that moment.
After stabilizing Mirage City, Ren Yuanhao, on a certain night, gathered the core psionic users he had selected in the past few days. He assembled a large crowd of citizens and, standing among them, began his farewell speech.
"All feasts must eventually end. I, Ren Yuanhao, have been here for some time. Although this is not my homeland, I know that various strange and turbulent events have occurred here. Whether you are the citizens who came later or the ancient Heluo tribe, I hope you will not engage in any further conflict and cherish this hard-won life."
Ren Yuanhao's words were devoid of official jargon and extremely friendly to the people.
"Are you saying you're preparing to leave?"
"No, you can't leave us! Mirage has just suffered a great disaster. Although you've strictly managed and brought about many positive changes, but..."
Ren Yuanhao raised his hand slightly, and the rising voices of discussion instantly fell silent.
"I believe this is your city, and each of you has an obligation to protect it. Furthermore, the ancient Heluo and Gu Kecha tribes are the rightful rulers here. I merely overstepped my bounds, using the princess's hand to eliminate the heretics. Even my life was exchanged for hers."
Ren Yuanhao suddenly drew his Burning River and declared loudly, "I, Ren Yuanhao, swear again: if anyone dares to stir up trouble again, no matter where I am in the world, I will return and finish him myself!"
As soon as his words fell, everyone seemed to be reassured. Some of the Heluo tribesmen, having emerged from their grief, lifted Ren Yuanhao directly, tossing him high into the air as cheers erupted.
Ren Yuanhao was hailed as a hero, but the true hero was still sleeping in the cold sarcophagus of the Heluo tribesmen.
His heroism was merely a result of Yi Die's sacrifice, insignificant in his eyes.
That day, night fell.
Ren Yuanhao eventually spent two full hours in the cold underground palace accompanying Yi Die before slowly mounting his sweat-blooded horse and galloping away. However, he was unaware that a far more terrifying disaster was unfolding.
...
Along the coast of Donglu City.
A helicopter struggled to hover in the turbulence.
The sea surface was anything but calm tonight. The man in the helicopter stared intently at the end of the horizon, his brow furrowed.
"Lighthouse One, what's your situation?"
After a moment, static-filled noise crackled through the walkie-talkie.
"Viper, Viper, northeast sector wave patterns are stable, light breeze."
As soon as the voice finished, another urgent voice immediately responded through the walkie-talkie.
"Viper, Viper, southeast sector situation is critical. It's estimated that in ten minutes, giant waves will reach Lighthouse Two. All ships have docked, and I've issued a maritime ban!"
"Well done. You withdraw quickly."
The man in the helicopter waved his large hand, and the helicopter abruptly changed direction. Behind him, the sea level suddenly rose by more than ten meters, towering towards the sky, the waves crashing ferociously, terrifyingly so!