In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed. Yang Kai’s injuries had largely stabilized. Although the damage to his Divine Soul hadn’t fully healed, with the Warm Divine Lotus continuously nourishing it, recovery was only a matter of time.
He had used the Soul-Splitting Thorn many times before. Each time, it harmed himself before it harmed the enemy, so he was long accustomed to the process.
Moreover, after tearing his soul apart so many times, he found that his Divine Soul seemed to have become somewhat more stable—an unexpected little surprise.
On closer thought, it wasn’t strange. In the path of martial cultivation, the principle of "breaking before rebuilding" was often emphasized. This cycle of constantly tearing and repairing one’s soul was, in a way, an alternative form of Cultivation.
It was just that this method couldn’t be popularized.
At this moment, Yang Kai was channeling Purification Light, storing it within the Ink-Driving Warship.
The human race’s battle lines were strained everywhere. One aspect was the shortage of manpower, and another was the lack of logistical resources.
In their conflict with the Ink Clan, humans first had to contend with the erosion of the Ink Force. The Ink-Driving Pills could resolve most of this, but across more than a dozen battlefields with tens of millions of troops, the demand for these pills was immense. Now, all the alchemists across the Three Thousand Worlds had been mobilized, working day and night in the rear to refine various spirit pills. Even so, supply couldn’t meet demand.
Without the Ink-Driving Pills to counter the Ink Force’s erosion, human soldiers fighting the Ink Clan were inevitably hampered, their combat power reduced by a third for nothing.
During the war in the Ink Battlefield, the garrisons at the major passes still had Purification Light to use. However, after years of fierce battle, the Purification Light at every pass had been exhausted.
Fortunately, Yang Kai had now returned. Yellow Crystal and Blue Crystal were not in short supply; there was as much Purification Light as needed.
Furthermore, Yang Kai was no longer the only one who could channel the Purification Light.
Su Yan could as well!
In the Chaotic Dead Zone, Yang Kai had requested the solar and lunar marks from Brother Huang and Sister Blue precisely for this moment.
Previously, only he could channel the Purification Light, so his efficiency wasn’t high. Now that Su Yan also had one solar mark and one lunar mark, each condensed on the back of her hand, having her help made the task much easier.
Not only that, Yang Kai intended to pass on the remaining nine marks. That way, most battlefields would have someone who could channel the Purification Light, greatly alleviating the pressure on the human side.
Of course, bearing the solar and lunar marks required a Sacred Spirit body. Humans couldn’t do it. The primordial power of the Scorching Sun and Mysterious Yin was too powerful for human bloodlines to support; only Sacred Spirits could withstand it.
Yang Kai had already sent a message through Wei Junyang to the General Headquarters, informing them of this matter.
With over a dozen human battlefields currently, the remaining nine marks couldn’t be evenly distributed. How to allocate them was something the General Headquarters would need to consider.
Busy without rest, he rarely had a moment of respite.
After all, Yang Kai was now proficient in various Grand Daos. Whether it was alchemy, artifact refinement, or formation deployment, he had some accomplishment in all. As the saying went, those with ability should do more work, so he naturally couldn’t stay idle.
One day, as he was repairing a warship, a Seventh-Order Open Heaven practitioner flew over, landed nearby, and cupped his fists. "Sir, someone from the General Headquarters has arrived. Lord Wei and Lord Ouyang want you to go and join the discussion."
"Me too?" Yang Kai was somewhat surprised.
Although he was now an Eighth-Order, equal in status to a Town Commander, he hadn’t received a formal appointment from the human race’s high command, so he enjoyed a certain freedom.
Now that Wei Junyang and the others wanted him to attend the discussion, they probably had plans for him.
Yang Kai understood this perfectly well. Eighth-Order Open Heavens were the current mainstay of the human race, each carrying important responsibilities.
He somewhat didn’t want to go. He felt that while his strength was sufficient, his experience and seniority were lacking. If an appointment came down and he was made to command a town, he’d feel rather pressured.
Moreover, he had another important matter to attend to. If he truly commanded a town, he might not have much time.
"Cough, cough…" Yang Kai clutched his chest and coughed a few times, his face pale. "Tell Lord Wei that my injuries have relapsed and I need to return to recuperate first."
Saying that, he stopped repairing the warship, turned around, and headed toward his temporary palace. Having been reunited with his wives after a long separation, there were many intimate matters to discuss. Some days ago, Jade Dream and the others had set up a temporary palace on this frontline floating island.
No one would say anything about that.
The Seventh-Order Open Heaven smiled bitterly, flickered forward to block Yang Kai’s path, and bowed repeatedly. "Sir, those are the orders from above. Please don’t make things difficult for me."
He thought to himself, does this gentleman know something, otherwise why is he pretending to be injured and trying to flee?
Yang Kai put on a look of extreme pain and pleaded earnestly, "I’m not trying to make things difficult for you. My injuries have truly relapsed."
As he spoke, he coughed violently again, coughing up blood…
The Seventh-Order Open Heaven watched, utterly speechless. Was this really necessary?
But since Yang Kai had gone this far, he couldn’t say much more. Just as he was about to turn back, a commanding voice came from the conference hall: "Brat, get in here!"
Yang Kai froze, then looked at the Seventh-Order Open Heaven. "Who from the General Headquarters… came?"