Chapter 113: Myths Do Not Exist
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Chapter 113: Myths Do Not Exist
Wang Xuan's heart raced, realizing he had been singled out. Is it because of the two "immortals" I killed, or is it because of my luck with spectral entities?
Above, a void of endless black contrasted starkly against the moon's radiant surface below. However, figures emanating light from the Lunar Pit shone with an unmatched brilliance, even against the lunar day's backdrop. One luminous figure started approaching, making its way slowly towards the protective barrier. Is this some spectral entity? Every muscle in Wang Xuan tensed as he prepared for a confrontation.
"Qin Cheng, head to the White Horse Temple, now!" Wang Xuan whispered, his voice urgent. The nature of the entity was not known to him, and he was not sure what to expect.
"What's happening, Old Wang?" Qin Cheng's voice quivered.
"Don't question it, just keep moving!" Wang Xuan's grip on his short sword tightened, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the approaching figure.
"Stay safe!" Qin Cheng called out, making a quick exit. The depth of their bond meant words were often unnecessary.
Wang Xuan could now distinguish the figure as a man, tall and enigmatic, veiled in a blinding white radiance that masked his face. The ethereal glow that surrounded him, accompanied by the cascade of white petals, gave him an almost divine presence.
A frown creased Wang Xuan's brow. It’s just a man amidst a shower of petals? Is this a display of power or merely a theatrical facade?
Wang Xuan's gaze remained steely and defiant. He thought, If I am the one you’re looking for, then bring it on!
The figure approached, his steps deliberate and unhurried. To the oblivious bystanders, the area remained calm, with no hint of the luminous presence drawing closer. But then, mere meters from the barrier, twin beams of light hurtled towards the figure, each accompanied by a thunderous roar. The ensuing explosion was blinding. The man retreated hastily. Though he was not hit directly, his figure momentarily wavered, becoming fainter from the sheer force of the explosion.
Wang Xuan's gaze darted to the White Horse Temple and the ancient Taoist temple. He felt a mix of awe and disbelief, the sheer magnitude of the event was simply incomprehensible. Thunder in broad daylight, arcing across the sky to banish a malevolent entity? It felt surreal. Yet, as he scanned the crowd, he noticed their casual demeanor. Many were engaged in light-hearted discussions about the Lunar Pit's peculiarities.
Inhaling sharply, Wang Xuan's mind raced. The resounding thunderbolts seemed to have eluded everyone. It was as if they were shielded from witnessing this celestial event. Could it be that the legacies of Taoism and Buddhism, ancient and profound, operated on a plane beyond mortal comprehension? A fleeting daze gripped Wang Xuan. His limited understanding of these religious depths seemed trivial in the face of such power.
Suddenly, realization dawned on him. He was certain that the Bodhisattvas of the White Horse Temple, and perhaps the foundational spirits of Buddhism, were still confined in the ancient chasms. They have yet to ascend!
The intricacies of the Taoist ancestral temple appeared to mirror a familiar pattern.
Do the two esteemed ancestral temples only exert influence on the spiritual plane? Wang Xuan reflected. By retracting his spiritual domain, he would be rendered oblivious to the celestial thunderbolts streaking across the lunar sky, becoming merely another onlooker.
"The entities they've released seem to invade only dreams, and are incapable of altering reality."
He pondered, "So even if I managed to extract these Bodhisattva-level beings from the abyss, or even summon the foundational spirits of Buddhism, their manifestations would be limited to the spiritual realm, but would not be able to affect reality?" L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Indeed, Qin Hong's generous proposal was met with silence. The recent tragedies were a stark reminder of the risks. Historically, explorers had dared to probe the pit mainly during its dormant phases. However, the mystery of the Lunar Pit had persisted for more than a century, making any venture a gamble with life.
After offering some words of consolation to Qin Hong, Ling Qiming took his leave. Having spent nearly three hours at the site, it was time to move on.
"These so-called experts, is their courage so easily shaken? Not one of them is willing to take the risk! Do they truly merit their esteemed titles?" Qin Hong's voice dripped with scorn as he was led away.
While the average person could not hear Qin Hong's words due to the vast distance, Wang Xue's heightened senses, honed since the formation of his spiritual realm, captured every word with terrifying clarity.
"What's the use of employing such people? Both the practitioners of Old and the New Arts are utterly worthless. Even a dog would do better! At the very least, it would obey commands. Push those martial artists into the Lunar Pit! Don't they understand their purpose?"
Qin Hong's low growl resounded, leaving the attendants accompanying him sweating profusely, too fearful to utter a word.
It wasn't just the pain of losing his child that fueled his anger. It seemed his words, spoken under duress, truly reflected his inner beliefs.
From a distance, Wang Xue observed with a cold detachment. However, he was not particularly surprised. He expected such sentiments from high-ranking individuals of prominent dynasties like Qin Hong. This was their view of those devoted to spiritual and martial cultivation.
Although some organizations attempted to mobilize their members, no elite advisors stepped forward. After all, they were not bound by servitude, and given a choice, who would risk their life recklessly?
Soon after, a spacecraft touched down on the lunar surface, bringing with it explosive news — the Qin family had deployed four Bodhisattvas!
Without a doubt, a prominent life research institute had the backing of the super-wealthy Qin dynasty. This time, they had summoned four genetic super-beings, known as the Moonlight Bodhisattvas — the pinnacle of their kind.
Wang Xue's heart skipped a beat as he glimpsed the so-called Moonlight Bodhisattvas from a distance. His face immediately turned grave, recognizing them as beings of Grandmaster caliber!
The four Bodhisattvas bypassed the protective shield and headed straight for the Lunar Pit.
Simultaneously, a warship hovered in the sky above.
Qin Hong's expression darkened. He was prepared for the worst. He had informed all parties involved that they would use the "N-material" — a substance retrieved from a once-bountiful haven in times past.
Should the four Bodhisattvas fail, he planned to pour the entire batch of this material into the pit, aiming to obliterate it entirely.
This was not just his decision. Over the years, the large corporations and major organizations had been devising a strategy. This was their long-concocted ultimate weapon.
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Chapter 113: Myths Do Not Exist
Wang Xuan's heart raced, realizing he had been singled out. Is it because of the two "immortals" I killed, or is it because of my luck with spectral entities?
Above, a void of endless black contrasted starkly against the moon's radiant surface below. However, figures emanating light from the Lunar Pit shone with an unmatched brilliance, even against the lunar day's backdrop. One luminous figure started approaching, making its way slowly towards the protective barrier. Is this some spectral entity? Every muscle in Wang Xuan tensed as he prepared for a confrontation.
"Qin Cheng, head to the White Horse Temple, now!" Wang Xuan whispered, his voice urgent. The nature of the entity was not known to him, and he was not sure what to expect.
"What's happening, Old Wang?" Qin Cheng's voice quivered.
"Don't question it, just keep moving!" Wang Xuan's grip on his short sword tightened, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the approaching figure.
"Stay safe!" Qin Cheng called out, making a quick exit. The depth of their bond meant words were often unnecessary.
Wang Xuan could now distinguish the figure as a man, tall and enigmatic, veiled in a blinding white radiance that masked his face. The ethereal glow that surrounded him, accompanied by the cascade of white petals, gave him an almost divine presence.
A frown creased Wang Xuan's brow. It’s just a man amidst a shower of petals? Is this a display of power or merely a theatrical facade?
Wang Xuan's gaze remained steely and defiant. He thought, If I am the one you’re looking for, then bring it on!
The figure approached, his steps deliberate and unhurried. To the oblivious bystanders, the area remained calm, with no hint of the luminous presence drawing closer. But then, mere meters from the barrier, twin beams of light hurtled towards the figure, each accompanied by a thunderous roar. The ensuing explosion was blinding. The man retreated hastily. Though he was not hit directly, his figure momentarily wavered, becoming fainter from the sheer force of the explosion.
Wang Xuan's gaze darted to the White Horse Temple and the ancient Taoist temple. He felt a mix of awe and disbelief, the sheer magnitude of the event was simply incomprehensible. Thunder in broad daylight, arcing across the sky to banish a malevolent entity? It felt surreal. Yet, as he scanned the crowd, he noticed their casual demeanor. Many were engaged in light-hearted discussions about the Lunar Pit's peculiarities.
Inhaling sharply, Wang Xuan's mind raced. The resounding thunderbolts seemed to have eluded everyone. It was as if they were shielded from witnessing this celestial event. Could it be that the legacies of Taoism and Buddhism, ancient and profound, operated on a plane beyond mortal comprehension? A fleeting daze gripped Wang Xuan. His limited understanding of these religious depths seemed trivial in the face of such power.
Suddenly, realization dawned on him. He was certain that the Bodhisattvas of the White Horse Temple, and perhaps the foundational spirits of Buddhism, were still confined in the ancient chasms. They have yet to ascend!
The intricacies of the Taoist ancestral temple appeared to mirror a familiar pattern.
Do the two esteemed ancestral temples only exert influence on the spiritual plane? Wang Xuan reflected. By retracting his spiritual domain, he would be rendered oblivious to the celestial thunderbolts streaking across the lunar sky, becoming merely another onlooker.
"The entities they've released seem to invade only dreams, and are incapable of altering reality."
He pondered, "So even if I managed to extract these Bodhisattva-level beings from the abyss, or even summon the foundational spirits of Buddhism, their manifestations would be limited to the spiritual realm, but would not be able to affect reality?" L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Indeed, Qin Hong's generous proposal was met with silence. The recent tragedies were a stark reminder of the risks. Historically, explorers had dared to probe the pit mainly during its dormant phases. However, the mystery of the Lunar Pit had persisted for more than a century, making any venture a gamble with life.
After offering some words of consolation to Qin Hong, Ling Qiming took his leave. Having spent nearly three hours at the site, it was time to move on.
"These so-called experts, is their courage so easily shaken? Not one of them is willing to take the risk! Do they truly merit their esteemed titles?" Qin Hong's voice dripped with scorn as he was led away.
While the average person could not hear Qin Hong's words due to the vast distance, Wang Xue's heightened senses, honed since the formation of his spiritual realm, captured every word with terrifying clarity.
"What's the use of employing such people? Both the practitioners of Old and the New Arts are utterly worthless. Even a dog would do better! At the very least, it would obey commands. Push those martial artists into the Lunar Pit! Don't they understand their purpose?"
Qin Hong's low growl resounded, leaving the attendants accompanying him sweating profusely, too fearful to utter a word.
It wasn't just the pain of losing his child that fueled his anger. It seemed his words, spoken under duress, truly reflected his inner beliefs.
From a distance, Wang Xue observed with a cold detachment. However, he was not particularly surprised. He expected such sentiments from high-ranking individuals of prominent dynasties like Qin Hong. This was their view of those devoted to spiritual and martial cultivation.
Although some organizations attempted to mobilize their members, no elite advisors stepped forward. After all, they were not bound by servitude, and given a choice, who would risk their life recklessly?
Soon after, a spacecraft touched down on the lunar surface, bringing with it explosive news — the Qin family had deployed four Bodhisattvas!
Without a doubt, a prominent life research institute had the backing of the super-wealthy Qin dynasty. This time, they had summoned four genetic super-beings, known as the Moonlight Bodhisattvas — the pinnacle of their kind.
Wang Xue's heart skipped a beat as he glimpsed the so-called Moonlight Bodhisattvas from a distance. His face immediately turned grave, recognizing them as beings of Grandmaster caliber!
The four Bodhisattvas bypassed the protective shield and headed straight for the Lunar Pit.
Simultaneously, a warship hovered in the sky above.
Qin Hong's expression darkened. He was prepared for the worst. He had informed all parties involved that they would use the "N-material" — a substance retrieved from a once-bountiful haven in times past.
Should the four Bodhisattvas fail, he planned to pour the entire batch of this material into the pit, aiming to obliterate it entirely.
This was not just his decision. Over the years, the large corporations and major organizations had been devising a strategy. This was their long-concocted ultimate weapon.
Chapter 113: Myths Do Not ExistWang Xuan's heart raced, realizing he had been singled out. Is it because of the two "immortals" I killed, or is it because of my luck with spectral entities?Above, a void of endless black contrasted starkly against the moon's radiant surface below. However, figures emanating light from the Lunar Pit shone with an unmatched brilliance, even against the lunar day's backdrop. One luminous figure started approaching, making its way slowly towards the protective barrier. Is this some spectral entity? Every muscle in Wang Xuan tensed as he prepared for a confrontation. "Qin Cheng, head to the White Horse Temple, now!" Wang Xuan whispered, his voice urgent. The nature of the entity was not known to him, and he was not sure what to expect. "What's happening, Old Wang?" Qin Cheng's voice quivered. "Don't question it, just keep moving!" Wang Xuan's grip on his short sword tightened, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the approaching figure. "Stay safe!" Qin Cheng called out, making a quick exit. The depth of their bond meant words were often unnecessary. Wang Xuan could now distinguish the figure as a man, tall and enigmatic, veiled in a blinding white radiance that masked his face. The ethereal glow that surrounded him, accompanied by the cascade of white petals, gave him an almost divine presence. A frown creased Wang Xuan's brow. It's just a man amidst a shower of petals? Is this a display of power or merely a theatrical facade? Wang Xuan's gaze remained steely and defiant. He thought, If I am the one you're looking for, then bring it on! The figure approached, his steps deliberate and unhurried. To the oblivious bystanders, the area remained calm, with no hint of the luminous presence drawing closer. But then, mere meters from the barrier, twin beams of light hurtled towards the figure, each accompanied by a thunderous roar. The ensuing explosion was blinding. The man retreated hastily. Though he was not hit directly, his figure momentarily wavered, becoming fainter from the sheer force of the explosion. Wang Xuan's gaze darted to the White Horse Temple and the ancient Taoist temple. He felt a mix of awe and disbelief, the sheer magnitude of the event was simply incomprehensible. Thunder in broad daylight, arcing across the sky to banish a malevolent entity? It felt surreal. Yet, as he scanned the crowd, he noticed their casual demeanor. Many were engaged in light-hearted discussions about the Lunar Pit's peculiarities. Inhaling sharply, Wang Xuan's mind raced. The resounding thunderbolts seemed to have eluded everyone. It was as if they were shielded from witnessing this celestial event. Could it be that the legacies of Taoism and Buddhism, ancient and profound, operated on a plane beyond mortal comprehension? A fleeting daze gripped Wang Xuan. His limited understanding of these religious depths seemed trivial in the face of such power. Suddenly, realization dawned on him. He was certain that the Bodhisattvas of the White Horse Temple, and perhaps the foundational spirits of Buddhism, were still confined in the ancient chasms. They have yet to ascend! The intricacies of the Taoist ancestral temple appeared to mirror a familiar pattern. Do the two esteemed ancestral temples only exert influence on the spiritual plane? Wang Xuan reflected. By retracting his spiritual domain, he would be rendered oblivious to the celestial thunderbolts streaking across the lunar sky, becoming merely another onlooker. "The entities they've released seem to invade only dreams, and are incapable of altering reality." He pondered, "So even if I managed to extract these Bodhisattva-level beings from the abyss, or even summon the foundational spirits of Buddhism, their manifestations would be limited to the spiritual realm, but would not be able to affect reality?" L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Indeed, Qin Hong's generous proposal was met with silence. The recent tragedies were a stark reminder of the risks. Historically, explorers had dared to probe the pit mainly during its dormant phases. However, the mystery of the Lunar Pit had persisted for more than a century, making any venture a gamble with life. After offering some words of consolation to Qin Hong, Ling Qiming took his leave. Having spent nearly three hours at the site, it was time to move on. "These so-called experts, is their courage so easily shaken? Not one of them is willing to take the risk! Do they truly merit their esteemed titles?" Qin Hong's voice dripped with scorn as he was led away. While the average person could not hear Qin Hong's words due to the vast distance, Wang Xue's heightened senses, honed since the formation of his spiritual realm, captured every word with terrifying clarity. "What's the use of employing such people? Both the practitioners of Old and the New Arts are utterly worthless. Even a dog would do better! At the very least, it would obey commands. Push those martial artists into the Lunar Pit! Don't they understand their purpose?" Qin Hong's low growl resounded, leaving the attendants accompanying him sweating profusely, too fearful to utter a word. It wasn't just the pain of losing his child that fueled his anger. It seemed his words, spoken under duress, truly reflected his inner beliefs. From a distance, Wang Xue observed with a cold detachment. However, he was not particularly surprised. He expected such sentiments from high-ranking individuals of prominent dynasties like Qin Hong. This was their view of those devoted to spiritual and martial cultivation. Although some organizations attempted to mobilize their members, no elite advisors stepped forward. After all, they were not bound by servitude, and given a choice, who would risk their life recklessly? Soon after, a spacecraft touched down on the lunar surface, bringing with it explosive news the Qin family had deployed four Bodhisattvas! Without a doubt, a prominent life research institute had the backing of the super-wealthy Qin dynasty. This time, they had summoned four genetic super-beings, known as the Moonlight Bodhisattvas the pinnacle of their kind. Wang Xue's heart skipped a beat as he glimpsed the so-called Moonlight Bodhisattvas from a distance. His face immediately turned grave, recognizing them as beings of Grandmaster caliber! The four Bodhisattvas bypassed the protective shield and headed straight for the Lunar Pit. Simultaneously, a warship hovered in the sky above. Qin Hong's expression darkened. He was prepared for the worst. He had informed all parties involved that they would use the "N-material" a substance retrieved from a once-bountiful haven in times past. Should the four Bodhisattvas fail, he planned to pour the entire batch of this material into the pit, aiming to obliterate it entirely. This was not just his decision. Over the years, the large corporations and major organizations had been devising a strategy. This was their long-concocted ultimate weapon.
