Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 220 - 220 7 Preparation for Departure

220: Chapter 7 Preparation for Departure 220: Chapter 7 Preparation for Departure “Spirit Light augmentations from reaching the Spirit Illumination Realm varied according to personal talent.

Some Impermanence Law Enforcers found their physical fitness surged staggeringly after insulation, transforming from invalids to national athlete level, while others reacted fast enough to dodge handgun bullets with their bodies alone.

But with Gongsun Ce, the situation was different.

The main improvement he received from Spirit Light was in superpower control, and his reservoir of strength also grew considerably.

As for his physical strength and reflexes, there had been no essential improvement compared to before.

Shiyu Lianyi interpreted it as the ‘particularity of a Superpower User,’ while Gongsun Ce reluctantly gave up his superhero dream—he had thought he could instantly become a master like the young miss, but it seemed such good fortune did not exist in reality.

“So after reaching the Clarity Realm, will I get new abilities?

It’s not going to be just that silence rune, right?”

“None of my business, finish your training and get out!”

Yan Qi dismissed him with a sour face.

Gongsun Ce retorted out of habit, but seeing that his friend showed no sign of moving, he left first.

Once his friend had departed, Shiyu Lianyi asked, “What’s the plan going forward?”

“Insulation is a hurdle, once that’s crossed the rest is easy.

Clarity requires consistent effort, only a hopeless fool needs hand-holding through that.”

Yan Qi lay back in his chair and spoke confidently, “I’ve told him the important stuff.

The rest is minor details he can pick up following the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect’s teachings.”

“Even so…” The young man in the suit remembered his friend’s second rampage when he dreamed, “The resonance with the Final Sword is hard to solve, Mr.

Yan.”

Yan Qi waved his hand dismissively, “If he’s still ruled by impulsivity after glimpsing his true nature and touching the Spirit Light, then he deserves what’s coming to him!

As long as he doesn’t screw up, nothing major will happen before Divine Communication.”

Shiyu Lianyi knew the man was right.

Clarity was about taking the time and effort and was not as dangerous as the initial dream entry.

As for truly owning one’s abilities through Divine Communication, that was something one could only ponder and decide on their own.

The cultivation of Impermanence Skill ultimately relied on oneself, a fundamental tenet upheld by all transcendental forces.

The idea of forcefully controlling a cultivator by outside means, to create a desired ‘superpower,’ was nothing more than a deviant and heretical path doomed to failure, a fact proven by countless painful lessons throughout history.

To his knowledge, there was only one organization that had successfully trained a large number of Impermanence Law Enforcers with such twisted thinking…

Zero Island’s Shiyu Research Institute.

At this thought, Shiyu Lianyi’s mood darkened a bit.

He heard Yan Qi ask, “Has Fatty Liu sent you the message?”

“I’ve received part of the plan.”

Yan Qi closed his eyes, ready for a nap, “Handle the details yourselves.

I’ve been in this small place long enough; time to get some fresh air!”

Shiyu Lianyi mused that you prefer to tell me instead of giving Gongsun a heads-up about leaving the Sky Capital; you really are as stubborn as him, master and disciple are cast in the same mold.

Although Yan Qi was a Brahma Mage, he lived as vexingly as a Silent Phase Mage.

At this thought, he almost wanted to laugh.

From that thought, he was reminded of that absurd rumor, which he had almost believed the first time he heard it, until he thought about it more carefully and realized its ridiculousness.

How could there be someone in this world who has cultivated both Phases of Impermanence to the Creation Realm?

The young man in the suit packed up his things and walked to the door, bowing as he said, “I’m heading out, Mr.

Yan.”

The man in black waved lazily, waiting for the other to leave the room before speaking.

“Don’t rush.

You’ll have your chance for vengeance.”

Shiyu Lianyi paused, then turned around with a gentle smile.

“I know, Mr.

Yan,” he whispered, “I’ve been waiting.”

·

Gongsun Ce didn’t go to the pigeon station; he just flew straight up into the air.

At this moment, he rarely felt like a superhero, a feeling that had rarely surfaced since he mastered his superpower control.

“I could fly like this all day.”

He pulled himself up with force, aiming to soar with the birds.

The air currents howled in the high altitude, but all were blocked by his telekinesis, making the flight as smooth as if he were in water.

Gongsun Ce hovered in the air far above the ground, gazing at the grand city below.

The busy pedestrians turned into indistinct dots, and the vehicles on the roads resembled colorful little boxes.

The physical elevation brought him an odd sense of superiority, like a child watching over his newly built-up blocks…

But he wasn’t the creator of this city, he couldn’t possibly attain such heights.

Gongsun Ce was just one of the countless dots below, even more insignificant than the passersby.

The young man with grey hair knew his nature was acting up again, but he didn’t think it was necessarily a bad thing—at least it wouldn’t turn him into someone like Shiyu Ling, right?

He whipped up his strength, heading towards the Fixed Wing District.

An unfortunate bio-pigeon passed by him, startled by the sudden appearance of a Demon, flapping wildly in the air.

Equally unlucky was the youth in the baseball cap on the pigeon’s back, clinging tightly to the harness and shouting in panic, “What’s happening…

Mr.

Gongsun?!”

The young man with grey hair did a 180° turn in mid-air, flying upside-down as he said, “Hello, Milais.

Sorry for scaring you—just smooth the pigeon’s feathers, and that will do!”

The middle schooler hurriedly did as told, and the large pigeon cooed softly twice, calming down.

He wasn’t sure if the same method to soothe a dog would work on an ordinary pigeon, but it seemed to work for this one.

“Jesus, I’m never trying a pigeon again,” Milais muttered in dread.