My Apocalypse System Arrives 10 Years Early

The King Vein spirit under Mount Fuji was only Saint Level and had yet to even condense a Spirit Body. In contrast, China’s Qinling Ancestral Vein, the current Northern Emperor Vein, and this Jinling Dragon Vein had all condensed their Spirit Bodies long ago. They had all stepped into the Divine Level, and each possessed a unique form.

As the black mist evaporated, numerous iconic scenes appeared in the vapor. There was Lin Zexu, roaring to the heavens, ”I will live or die for my country!” There was the surrender of the Japanese Army, and many more.

In addition, Jiang Cai’Er manifested a vision of mushroom clouds blooming over the Japanese homeland.

Finally, the Enmity Chain dissolved completely.

But the woman in purple still didn’t wake.

Li Xiang said, ”Maybe her injuries were too severe. Her Spirit Body is just too weak.”

Jiang Cai’Er mulled it over for a moment before saying, ”I have one more thing we can try.”

”What is it?” Li Xiang asked.

Jiang Cai’Er replied, ”You could give her some of your Essence to help her recover.”

Li Xiang said, ”Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not right to defile a Dragon Spirit.”

A smile played on Jiang Cai’Er’s lips. ”But in my eyes, she’s just like a big sister.”

Li Xiang grew pensive. ’Could it be that Cai’Er’s Realm is already that high?’

In truth, Jiang Cai’Er’s incarnation as a Digital Life was similar in essence to this woman in purple, the Elder in Dragon Robe of the Qinling Ancestral Vein, and the Spiritual Dragon of the Northern Imperial Capital. They were different expressions of the same fundamental concept.

And since the woman in purple was the only female among the three spirits, Jiang Cai’Er felt a sense of kinship with her. That, combined with the spirit’s stunning beauty, made her unable to resist teasing Li Xiang.

However, she knew her priorities. She immediately began the treatment, giving the woman some ”nourishment.”

Jiang Cai’Er summoned the Jinling Scroll of the *Yongle Encyclopedia* from her Memory Palace. As she turned its pages, the Dragon Qi that had been stored within it since the capital was moved in the early Ming Dynasty flowed, wisp by wisp, into the Earth Vein.

When she turned to the entry for ”Wuyi Lane,” the illusory figures of Wang Dao, Xie An, and many others actually emerged from the inky characters and sank into the depths of the Earth Vein.

Just as Jiang Cai’Er had said before, the Jinling Dragon Vein was not merely a Dragon Vein, but a literary one as well.

As both Dragon Qi and Literary Qi poured into her, the woman in purple let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, a prompt appeared in Li Xiang’s system: ”Detected Tier Thirty-two Divine Level Mutated Creature: Purple Gold Wenshu Spirit.”

”The Wenshu Fairy?”

’A few Levels lower than the Qinling Ancestral Vein and the Northern Dragon Vein, but still Divine Level. That’s pretty good. This is the third Divine Level being I’ve encountered.’

When the woman in purple heard Li Xiang whisper her lovely name, her eyes lit up. ’He actually knows my true name?’

She rose to her feet, tall and graceful. The seal-script characters of *Zhaoming’s Selection of Literature* floated from her skirt, transforming into a Star River that coiled around her body. The silver, thread-like calligraphy of Emperor Wu of Liang’s *Song of the River* also materialized, adding to her profound and scholarly aura.