GA: Chapter 93: The Age of Spiritual Revival Has Fully Arrived — Everyone Must Embrace the New Era!
"Hangzhou, cleared."
Huo Yu stood atop a massive tiger wreathed in roaring flames, a swarm of fire-element summons coiled beneath her, the ground littered with the corpses of mutated beasts.
"Ningcheng, cleared."
Ning Guang idly twirled a strangely shaped fruit between her fingers, her voice perfectly calm.
"Beijiang, cleared."
Wang Ming adjusted his glasses and returned to his research. Behind him lay countless mutated beast carcasses — if you looked closely, you could make out faint silver markings across their bodies.
"..."
The battle was over.
With Huaxia's true top-tier talents — those who had already distinguished themselves at the moment of the mass awakening — completing their transformation after absorbing the second spiritual tide, they swept through the rampaging mutated creatures like a storm flattening dry grass, suppressing every last one.
The power they displayed left countless people trembling in awe.
Though all of them were ability users, what these geniuses unleashed was on an entirely different level — as if they were playing a different game altogether.
Of course, Huaxia had far too many cities and far too few geniuses capable of single-handedly turning the tide of battle. In most cities, once civilians had been evacuated, it came down to advanced technological weapons doing the heavy lifting.
Heavily armed soldiers and column after column of armored tanks could be seen moving through countless cities.
For now, this was still humanity's era. These cities were still humanity's cities.
No matter how vast or terrifying the beast tide, it could pose no existential threat to mankind.
It only cost them time — and every last beast fell.
Far away from any city, deep in a mountainous wilderness, an enormous crimson tiger stood on a clifftop, gazing toward the distant human settlements.
Its proud eyes carried a flicker of complicated emotion.
He had once been human.
A car accident had sent him tumbling across worlds, and he'd woken up as a wild tiger. He'd assumed he would simply live out his days in this body — until the spiritual revival came along.
Lucky for him, when spiritual energy flooded the world, he awakened a formidable ability: Sacred Flame.
It was the legendary power of the phoenix — scorching heat, and the capacity to preserve the host's consciousness through death and rebirth.
Though it wasn't quite what he'd imagined. He'd pictured keeping his mind intact, healing his wounds, and rebuilding his body from scratch. Instead, the "phoenix rebirth" worked by preserving his consciousness and passively transmigrating it into a member of the same species — something like a soul seizure.
A bit different from what he'd expected, but the bottom line was: he couldn't die.
As for whatever happened to the tiger whose body he'd seized — not his problem.
The downside was that Sacred Flame was simply too powerful for his original body to contain. So it was sealed away, slowly reinforcing his physique and releasing its strength in increments. The process had left a flame lotus rune etched onto his forehead.
Life in the nature reserve had been perfectly fine — until the day he'd run into a man and a woman.
He'd initially planned to leave. But something about that man made something snap inside him. An overwhelming, primal rage had flooded his mind, along with a desperate, bloodthirsty urge to devour him.
After that, his consciousness went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a new body — and the second spiritual tide had already arrived.
Not hard to piece together. His previous self had clearly died.
He just didn't know how.
As it turned out, he wasn't the only lucky one. He'd gotten Sacred Flame — and others had gotten powers just as formidable, or even greater.
For now, lying low was the only play.
Having once been human, he knew exactly how terrifying human technology was. His current abilities weren't weak by any measure, but against humanity as a whole, the gap was still enormous.
And returning to the city? That thought never even crossed his mind.
Humans were humans. Beasts were beasts. The two worlds didn't intersect.
What would he even do back there? Even if someone could communicate with him and believed he used to be human — then what?
He'd still end up locked away, or under constant surveillance. One wrong move, one moment of aggression, and there'd be consequences.
He shook his great head slowly.
His future wasn't in any city. It was here, in these mountains.
This was where he belonged.
And he was far from alone in that sentiment.
Across Huaxia, countless silhouettes stood in the wilderness, cold eyes fixed on the cities below. If there was one thing they all had in common, it was the crushing weight of their presence — every single one radiating a terrifying, oppressive aura.
Their eyes gleamed with unmistakable intelligence. Their minds had awakened. And they had already set their sights on the territory that belonged to humanity.
They would strike.
Just not yet.
It wasn't only Huaxia. Countries across the world were scrambling to handle their own beast tides. Their ranks of battle-turning ability users were thinner than Huaxia's, but they existed — and combined with overwhelming firepower, the tides were pushed back, though not without significant civilian casualties.
But what was happening now was only the beginning.
The beasts that came next would be fiercer. More coordinated. Harder to put down.
The age of spiritual revival had fully arrived.
Whether you were ready or not — whether you accepted it or not — the world had changed in ways that could never be undone. The quiet, ordinary, safe days of the past were gone forever.
They had no choice.
Everyone had to face the new era.
Ordinary Group Leader: "I've been so bored lately. @Golden Flash — is Naruto out yet?"
Golden Flash: "..."
Golden Flash: "A few more months."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Ugh~~~"
Ordinary Group Leader: "It's settled then — when the time comes, we're visiting your world."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Don't bother getting involved in the Nine-Tails battle either. Just leave it to us."
Lighthouse Richest: "Us? Since when does that include you?"
From what he remembered, the Group Leader had only eaten her Devil Fruit a few months ago.
A few months in — even with a Mythical Zoan Angel Fruit, just how much stronger could she realistically be?
Against the Nine-Tails? Against Uchiha Obito? That didn't seem like it'd go well.
Ordinary Group Leader: "Close enough, I think."
Ordinary Group Leader: "I can't exactly join the fight fight, but I can at least use Holy Light to heal Uzumaki Kushina."
Be My Son: "Gurararara — then this old man will handle the Nine-Tails."
Worst Spirit: "I'll take Uchiha Obito."
With the power of Zafkiel at her disposal, stopping Obito from using Kamui in front of her wouldn't be easy for him — and even if he did use it, reversing his timeline was hardly out of the question.
Hmm... actually, wait.
Kamui worked by shifting his true body into another dimension entirely. That meant hitting his physical form with Zafkiel's power wouldn't actually do anything.
That was a bit of a problem.
Even so, not a trace of worry appeared on Tokisaki Kurumi's face. Her expression remained as serene as ever, soft smile perfectly in place.
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