The Strongest Gene Chapter 875 - Vestiges of Time

Silently, time flowed onward. Chen Feng, having retrieved the majestic palace, stood in the outside world. He patiently awaited Wang Yao's reawakening, knowing that her awakening would signal the conclusion of all things. As he waited, he also meticulously consolidated his immense power. The myriad divine powers he had absorbed were being melded into one, with his new, supreme divine power compelling all others to yield. This integration was significantly expedited following his confrontation with Luo Yuan, from whom he had seized all his divine powers.

Throughout this period of patient waiting, Chen Feng's strength continued its relentless ascent. The monumental task that had eluded Luo Yuan for decades—securing dominion over their world—he had now accomplished. Chen Feng had attained the pinnacle of true godhood, reaching a stature even surpassing Luo Yuan's at his zenith. Not only had he achieved comprehensive control over all divine powers, but he had also successfully fused them. Now, only Wang Yao's emergence remained.

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"Is everything proceeding as planned?" Duma inquired of Chen Feng, who remained stationed near the palace. Chen Feng had been back for a considerable time, yet he hadn't ventured from this sacred location. The journey to this point had been arduous; he could not afford any missteps. After all, Luo Yuan's clone was still adrift. Despite its current insignificance compared to Chen Feng, he was determined to prevent any unforeseen complications.

"I believe so," Chen Feng responded, sensing the vital energies swirling within the palace. The essence of time was consolidating once more, indicating Wang Yao's imminent breakthrough.

Duma exhaled in relief. "That is good to hear." He had been utterly stunned by the accounts of the alien world's events. Even Miss Xiao Yue had not foreseen such a turn of events, nor had any of them anticipated Chen Feng's ultimate triumph. It was an unequivocal victory.

Unbeknownst to Duma, he too had played a crucial role in this epic struggle, serving as a deception against Luo Yuan. Nevertheless, a flicker of concern remained for Chen Feng. Was he truly alright? After all, within the vast expanse of The Crystal Palace, Chen Feng was the sole survivor.

A faint smile touched Chen Feng's lips. "Do not fret. This is only the commencement of the battle. How could I possibly yield so readily?"

"Commencement?" Duma looked bewildered. Hadn't it all concluded?

"The conflict with Luo Yuan has indeed reached its end," Chen Feng stated with composure. "However, for me, this is merely the beginning of the real fight."

Precisely. His fight. He refused to let the sacrifices of Qin Hai and the others be in vain. Having entrusted their very lives to him, Chen Feng was resolute in his promise to resurrect them. This vow he would undoubtedly fulfill.

Chen Feng's gaze solidified with determination. He turned his attention back to the palace where Wang Yao resided. "I have conquered even Luo Yuan. As for you..."

Hum—

Hum—

Softly, the power of time continued its ethereal dance. Chen Feng sensed that Wang Yao was on the verge of shattering her limits, stepping into the realm of true godhood.

Abruptly, Duma spoke, "The wind blows." He felt a gentle current caress their presence.

A knowing smile graced Chen Feng's lips. "Indeed, the wind blows." With the wind's arrival, that which was destined to appear would now manifest. He rose, placing a hand upon the palace. "Senior Duma."

Duma inclined his head. "Understood." He realized his moment to act had arrived.

Bang!

A surge of temporal energy emanated outwards. In Duma's grasp coalesced a faint wisp of temporal essence. This power permeated the palace, reaching directly into its inner sanctum. The power of time was the only force capable of influencing the palace from without, as it shared the same fundamental nature. The temporal might Duma wielded was exceptionally subtle—so much so that it could exert no direct force upon Wang Yao. Yet, his purpose was not to aid her cultivation, but rather...

Shua! Shua!

Gently, the essence of time flowed inward. At this precise juncture, the young woman within the palace, who had remained in profound stillness, suddenly opened her eyes. As they fluttered open, they gleamed with an incandescent brilliance.

This was a power she recognized instantly—the legacy of the ancient turtle.

Her usually impassive eyes blazed with newfound light. "Are you making your move?" Was Duma attempting to rouse her? This implied that Luo Yuan had not yet achieved victory, did it not? A fragmented memory surfaced. She recalled Luo Yuan's final communication, informing her of Chen Feng's demise. Reluctantly, she had accepted this reality and awaited her own ascension to true godhood, harboring her own clandestine schemes. From the moment Chen Feng had fallen, her path had been set. But now... Duma sought to awaken her?

“Are you still capable of resisting Luo Yuan?” Wang Yao pondered if Duma was the current fighter against Luo Yuan. This thought was quickly dismissed. She vividly recalled Duma’s formidable power – the power of time, albeit a nascent form. If Duma were to team up with Chen Feng... yes. Wang Yao’s mind then drifted to another individual: Miss Xiao Yue. If she were also present...

Abruptly, a pang resonated in Wang Yao’s heart. Could Chen Feng still be alive?

Bang!

The mere appearance of this notion shattered her composure. The power she had meticulously contained within for so long erupted uncontrollably. For years, she had been suppressing her strength, ceaselessly accumulating it. Firstly, her intention was to deny Luo Yuan any access to her power. Secondly, this very suppression and accumulation were crucial for her true transformation during her breakthrough.

Her lifelong ambition had never been to be a mere pawn for Luo Yuan. She was Wang Yao, a reborn soul. Her return was not as a disposable character. Had she continued her power accumulation, Luo Yuan's assured victory at her breakthrough moment would have become uncertain. But now... this was no longer necessary.

Bang!

A tempestuous power of time surged forth, its berserk force shattering the palace. As this energy escaped its confines, the entire world quaked. This was the power of time, a force even the Creation God had not mastered, a power that defied existence itself.

Bang! Bang!

Immense power pulsed outwards. Within the terrifying temporal storm, Wang Yao emerged, her expression serene. Spotting that familiar figure standing before the dilapidated palace, a smile graced her lips. He was indeed still alive. What a relief. Wang Yao, with her sharp intellect, noted the absence of the vast outer space and the fragmented state of the palace. She instantly grasped the situation: this man had actually ventured into outer space to retrieve the palace. What a character.

A warm sensation bloomed within Wang Yao’s heart.

She recalled Chen Feng, once weaker than her, once in need of her protection, now, in her moment of peril, appearing like a fairytale prince on a cloud of seven colors to rescue her. While cliché, the gesture deeply touched her.

Shua!

She glided on the currents of time, directly approaching Chen Feng.

“You’ve put on some weight.” Chen Feng found himself overwhelmed with emotion. What had long been mere memories now materialized before him. He felt a profound guilt for Wang Yao’s prolonged confinement and searing sadness for having, at one point, forgotten her. All these years, she had been imprisoned, forced into relentless cultivation, living a life devoid of hope. What must her existence have been like?

The contemplation of her endured hardships brought an ache to Chen Feng’s heart. Thankfully, it was all over now. Wang Yao appeared as radiant as ever, untouched by the ravages of time. This was evident. A casual glance at Wang Yao confirmed that her height was unchanged, as were the two prominent mounds on her chest.

Wang Yao: “???”