Old Seal KK

Transcendent awakening, Eternal Night is coming.
Pei Jinye transmigrated into a Federation-controlled world as an ordinary high school student, starting off destitute and with a gloomy future.
Luckily, he could pick up Attribute Light Groups and synthesize Transcendents.
【Spirit·Blood Spear】: Transform spiritual power into a spear, capable of Devouring the opponent's memories and stripping away their Transcendent!
【Body·King Kong】: Blood energy flourishing, King Kong with Furious Eyes, an invincible Physical Body!
【Power·Savage Mountain】: Unmatched stamina, a force that could swallow ten thousand miles!
……
In the Year 404 of the Star Calendar, the divinations were extremely ominous.
That year in the Eastern Continent, divine prophecies descended, and disciples of the old gods walked the earth.
In the Western Continent, a vile flame shot into the sky, and a Taoist set off with his Golden Lotus.
Swordsmen from the North Continent threw down the gauntlet, aiming to be the best in the world.
Priests from the Southern Continent, in the name of the new gods, hunted the disciples of the old gods.
And Central State became the central battlefield, embroiled in chaos, too preoccupied with internal strife to care for anything else.
It was also this year that Pei Jinye agonized over whether he should infiltrate the Federation as a disciple of the old gods or hunt down the disciples of the old gods as a Federation enforcer...
"How did everyone end up being my people in the end?"

I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

In the vast river of stars, a crimson flame flickered into visibility.


Located in Dragon City of the Eastern Continent, at Federation Headquarters.


The elder with silver hair stood atop the observation deck, gazing into the horizon.


He had served as a member of Sky's Watch for fifty years, seen too many storms, and in this life, his only wish was for his nation's peace and his people's safety.


A faint sound came from behind him, but he did not look back, only asking softly, "Has the insider been found?"


"Not yet." The response came from a young man's voice, surrounded by a halo of pure white light, with folded wings that looked even more immaculate than the soft snow of goose feathers.


"It's a troubled autumn." The silver-haired elder could not help but cough, wiping his mouth with a hand, turning his palm to hide the traces of blood within it.


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