My son, by the time you hear this sound, I will likely already be dead. If it were possible, I would also wish to meet you properly, and then we could leave the solar system together, far from this vortex of conflict. Know this: even a Peak Master commands universal respect throughout the galaxy.

But speaking of that now is useless; my voice echoes in your ear, which means I have failed to deactivate this Sound Projection Art. Now, listen to me.” “I don’t want to listen, no.” Ulysses was controlled by brainwashing; even his father, Agen, meant less to him than the orders of Horas. But the voice did not cease just because Ulysses objected.

“My son, at the end of the battle in Paradise City, when the nuclear bomb exploded, I used a force field wall to protect you, and at the same time, I implanted this Sound Projection Art within you. This technique is extremely subtle; it is the last contingency I left behind. If you were to fall back into Horas’s hands, he might check if your brainwashing technique was intact, but he would certainly never discover the existence of this Art.

However, for the Sound Projection Art to activate and let you hear this recording, it could not be done in Horas’s presence. Therefore, I set a condition: Horas must be engaged in battle with another Peak Master, and only when the fight has dragged on can this Art be triggered.” Ulysses clutched his head where he stood, emitting a low growl. He employed every method he knew, but the sound in his mind would not stop.

“Right, I don’t know how long Horas will fight his opponent, so I’ll get straight to the point. On the battlefield of Paradise City, Pang Qian of the Psionic Temple mentioned that he had researched the method to dissolve brainwashing. I was delighted by this.

Pang Qian is indeed a capable and responsible person. Researching a way to reverse brainwashing is an exceedingly difficult task. It requires immense effort and a critical flash of insight at the key moment.

How difficult it is, perhaps only I, besides Pang Qian, can truly understand.” “My son, what I must tell you is this: during these past decades, I, too, have constantly pondered a way to pull you from this fiery pit, and finally, I succeeded. I have developed the Brainwashing Dissolution Art, and it is bound together with this Sound Projection Art. As I speak these words, the Dissolution Art is taking effect.” At this moment, Ulysses was crouching on the ground.

He felt a searing pain shoot through his mind, as if some alien energy had violently erupted, beginning to erode his very thoughts. “The Brainwashing Dissolution Art causes some pain when it takes effect, but you are the son of Catherine and me; you will not be felled by such a minor agony. Your mother, Catherine, is an Awakened being different from ordinary ones.

She was congenitally blind, and this blindness was extremely peculiar. The Vatican Church used every form of technology or magical power, yet they could not heal her eyes.” “However, perhaps because she lost her sight, she gained compensation in other areas. She possesses a power that even Peak Masters cannot fully master: prophecy of the future.

She could see visions of what was to come in her dreams and issue predictions. These prophecies were incredibly accurate and spanned vast periods. In the ancient history of Earth, she could have been called a Prophetess.” Ulysses gasped for breath, having absolutely no desire to listen to the voice in his ear, but it was like a demonic sound poured into his skull; it was impossible to block out, no matter how much he resisted.

“When you were born, she had a dream. She dreamt that at some point in the future, you would become a Peak Master. I believe this deeply.

You were destined to break the shackles of the brainwashing placed upon your mind and become a Peak Master stronger than both me and Horas. Ulysses, I apologize; I was not a competent father. From childhood until now, I never took care of you for even a few days; I can only offer you these words through the Sound Projection Art.

It’s a pity the Art cannot hold many words. Speaking of which, it is time to end this; I truly wanted to speak with you face-to-face.” Agen’s voice gradually faded. Ulysses felt a violent spike of pain in his brain, followed by a sudden, clear release, as if a heavy burden had been cast off his body, leaving him vastly lighter.

The sequence of events, from the past until this moment, slowly replayed before his eyes. “Agen, my father. Catherine, my mother.

Your son, Ulysses, has returned!” Ulysses raised his hands to the sky, and a long-suppressed torrent of emotion suddenly erupted from his core. All the images and visions before him began to spontaneously converge and harmonize with this surge of feeling. Agen had once said that with Ulysses’s talent, without the shackle of brainwashing, he could have ascended to the Master realm twenty years ago.

Now, after two decades, the accumulated insights deep within Ulysses far exceeded what was required to advance to Master. Once the shackle shattered, it was like a massive dam breaking, a deluge of heaven-storming force that caused Ulysses to instantly breach the Master realm, and his Psionic energy intensity continued to climb! On the other side, Yang Ying had initially formed a defensive perimeter, and it had stabilized.

It was no longer so easy for Horas to push Yang Ying into a life-or-death situation as before. Yang Ying swept his twin light swords into two masses of golden light, clashing against Horas’s light chakrams. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of moves.

Strikes were exchanged with desperate force; streets were ruined; the combat between the two had plunged half the city into a sea of fire. “Horas, today I will take your life!” Yang Ying directed his light swords with feints and thrusts; his twin blades now operated with a balance of seven parts defense and three parts offense—a significant improvement from only defending before. Horas was wreathed in flame, several sharp dragons dancing around him.

Horas knew that defeating Yang Ying through staff techniques alone was now practically impossible. Yang Ying’s progress surpassed his imagination; he had to rely on spells combined with his authority techniques to overwhelm Yang Ying. Yang Ying was also surrounded by several thunder orbs, which occasionally clashed with the fire dragons.

The Protoss excel at lightning magic, especially the orthodox High Templar and the High Executor; the former’s Psi Storm and the latter’s Lightning were hallmarks of Protoss electrical spellcraft. Now, in Yang Ying’s hands, the lightning magic manifested in a state of terrifying, dazzling splendor, far surpassing the level of a Quasi-Master by more than ten times! Yang Ying waved his hand, sending two thunder orbs to flank Horas from left and right.

Yang Ying himself flashed forward, his right sword cleaving through a fire dragon before him, charging to Horas’s side and delivering a downward chop with his left sword. Horas spun his light staff, scattering the two thunder orbs, then spun it again to block Yang Ying’s right sword. He then rotated his technique, knocking the light sword aside before switching to the other end of his technique—the light blade—and hacking toward Yang Ying.

Yang Ying blocked with his right sword while rotating his left sword to resume his assault. Horas stepped aside; the light technique swept clear of Yang Ying’s right sword, rotated slightly, and blocked Yang Ying’s left sword. The light technique was naturally longer than two light swords, covering a wider area, allowing for extensive coverage with minor rotations.

Two more fire dragons lunged at Yang Ying. He cleaved one apart and dodged the other. Horas seized the opportunity, shifting from defense to attack, thrusting his staff at Yang Ying.

Yang Ying dodged aside. The battle continued. Another cycle of dozens, hundreds, and thousands of exchanges ensued.

While the Psionic energy of a Peak Master is profound, it is not infinite. After several thousand moves, Yang Ying’s psionic disadvantage began to show. Horas, after all, was a veteran Peak Master with 1.88 million units of psionic energy, whereas Yang Ying’s thirteen bodies, even totaled at 90,000 each, amounted to only 1.17 million.

Coupled with the gap in experience, Horas’s psionic energy consumption was slightly slower than Yang Ying’s. Finally, by a lake on the eastern side of the city, Yang Ying’s movements finally slowed, while Horas remained vigorous, every technique still imbued with surging momentum and formidable power. “Finally exhausted?” Horas stood by the lake, pointing his staff at Yang Ying.

“Not at all. I haven’t lost today,” Yang Ying said calmly. The Brood Lord’s body had reached a state transcending the mundane.

The conventional method of generating energy through breathing oxygen could not sustain the immense consumption required by the Master level; therefore, Masters possessed an alternative internal energy cycling system where respiration was not a necessity. Although Yang Ying was utterly fatigued, he hadn't gasped for air, nor had a single drop of sweat beaded on his brow. Horas seemed convinced that victory was secured and was in no hurry to attack.

Just then, a figure in the distance was rapidly approaching using a movement technique toward this location. Yang Ying glanced sideways and saw that it was Ulysses. “Pontifex,” Ulysses approached Horas and said respectfully, “Congratulations, Pontifex, on a decisive victory.” Horas sneered: “Decisive victory?

Nonsense. It should be called a hard-fought win. Commander Yang Ying is truly formidable; many things I considered miraculous seem ordinary to him—one after another… He is truly impressive.” Yang Ying shrugged.

“That’s just because you are ignorant of the world.” He showed no signs of worry. He had decided to leave Horas here permanently; he still possessed one final method he hadn't used: a nuclear strike. He was currently just a clone; having already discarded dozens of clones in Hamor City, adding one more now made no difference.

In an instant, he could summon a nuclear missile from the Floating Continent. At such close range, even a full-strength Horas would only have the path of annihilation before him. This nuclear warhead was already prepared on the Floating Continent.

The bomb did not have a timer; it utilized a fuse activated by psionic energy. A mere thought from Yang Ying would detonate it instantly. If you wish to know what happens next, please log in to Ji, for more chapters and support the author.