I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 27 Gravity

Sixty-nine breaths later, the woman in armor finally stirred.

"Hm..." she murmured faintly, a soft sound escaping her lips as her consciousness slowly returned to her.

Her eyelids fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, as if they were weighed down by centuries of exhaustion.

At first, she saw nothing but darkness... an endless void stretching in all directions, silent and empty.

No burning wreckage. No shattered machines. No swirling debris.

No signs of the battlefield that had consumed her moments before she had lost consciousness.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered if everything had been nothing more than an illusion created by her dying mind.

Then the voices flooded in.

Urgent transmissions. Emergency signals.

Overlapping communications from command centers, orbital stations, and distant outposts... all pouring into her mind at once.

The chaos of sound was overwhelming, but it was real. Tangible. Alive.

The war was over.

The world still existed.

Slowly, carefully, she turned her head.

And then she saw him.

A lone man standing calmly in the vastness where destruction had once reigned... a figure dressed in flowing robes, unbothered by the emptiness of space, as though gravity, vacuum, and even reality itself held no meaning to him.

His posture was relaxed, his gaze steady, and his presence carried an overwhelming sense of quiet authority.

The man who had saved her.

The man who had saved her world.

With a voiceless command, she silenced the frantic chatter in her ears, cutting off every channel and transmission at once.

The sudden quiet felt almost sacred.

For the first time in ten thousand years, she allowed herself to focus on something other than survival. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She gathered what strength she had, pushing herself upright.

Though her body felt whole again, her mind still bore the weight of countless battles and centuries of exhaustion.

Even so, she straightened her posture, cupped her fist, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you for saving me, benefactor," she said solemnly, her voice steady despite the emotion swelling in her chest.

She had seen beings like him before... cultivators, immortals, those who walked beyond mortal limits and laws.

The robes, the calm, the impossible power he had displayed... there was no doubt in her mind.

Lin Feng was one of them.

"Don’t mention it," Lin Feng replied lightly. "I did it for selfish reasons, obviously."

She blinked, startled by his blunt honesty.

"And don’t forget our deal, alright?" he continued casually. "Five years serving as my cook. After that, we part ways peacefully."

There was no threat in his tone, no coercion... only an effortless confidence that made it clear the matter was already settled.

"You have twelve hours to settle your affairs here," he added. "After that, I’ll expect you at my house."

With a simple flick of his wrist, he tossed a piece of paper in her direction.

It drifted through the void, unaffected by vacuum or gravity, and she caught it instinctively.

"Burn this paper," Lin Feng said, "and you’ll know where to find me."

She looked down at the paper in her hand, then back up at him, countless questions rising in her mind...

Who was he? Where did he come from?

Why help her at all? How could someone wield such power so casually?

But before she could ask even a single one...

Lin Feng disappeared.

Not in a flash. Not in a burst of light.

He was simply gone.

The space where he had stood was empty, as if he had never been there at all.

She remained there for a long moment, staring at the empty void, the paper clenched tightly in her hand.

The silence around her felt heavier than any battlefield she had ever faced.

Then, slowly, she exhaled.

"Twelve hours, huh?" she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the hum of her armor’s systems.

Without hesitation, she launched herself back toward her world, streaking across the void like a meteor burning through endless darkness.

The distances she crossed would have taken ordinary ships days or weeks, yet she moved effortlessly, her body leaving faint streaks of light in its wake.

Even in her weakened state, the momentum of her flight was unstoppable... driven by a mixture of awe, curiosity, and an unspoken sense of obligation toward the man who had saved her.

When she arrived, she made straight for the central command archives, bypassing the stunned soldiers and technicians who stared after her.

She did not pause, did not waste a moment... her mind was focused entirely on understanding what had just transpired.

The recordings were already stored in the system, automatically activated as soon as the battle ended.

She accessed them quickly, her gloved fingers flying over the holographic interface.

The footage replayed everything she had experienced and everything she had missed while unconscious.

She saw the battlefield as it had been in chaos.

Endless machines swarming in perfect formation, their weapons firing relentlessly.

Explosions tore through the void, lighting up the darkness with fiery brilliance.

And then... her own body, motionless and battered, falling helplessly into the vacuum.

And then she saw him.

The man.

The one who had appeared out of nowhere, calm and composed, as though the entire universe had bent itself around his will.

He raised his hand casually, almost lazily and the space around him seemed to respond.

A blinding light erupted, washing across the battlefield in a tide of pure energy.

Entire fleets disintegrated in an instant.

The colossal motherships, weapons that had threatened entire worlds, collapsed into nothingness.

The legions of mechanical soldiers she had been fighting were gone, wiped out without effort or hesitation.

It was as if the universe itself had obeyed his command, bending reality to eliminate every threat in a single, effortless motion.

Her eyes widened, her pulse quickening.

"That man..." she whispered, barely able to comprehend the scale of what she had witnessed. "He’s at least a Tier 8 evolver. Perhaps... even higher."

She had seen Tier 8 evolvers before.

They were beyond ordinary mortals, beyond even the most skilled cultivators.