Chapter 114: Explosion In The Lunar Pit
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Chapter 114: Explosion In The Lunar Pit
“Something’s amiss.” Wang Xuan stared intently at the four Bodhisattvas, noting subtle differences in their aura. He, being a Master, immediately grasped the core of the matter. While these Bodhisattvas possessed formidable physical strength, their spiritual energy paled in comparison to that of a genuine Grandmaster. To any observer, this was their clear vulnerability. Intriguingly, Wang Xuan speculated that if he had access to a specific tome about the spiritual realm, he would be confident enough to shatter the spirit of one of these Moonlight Bodhisattvas. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
The scene was tense, with every expert and safety advisor from various organizations watching closely. As the Bodhisattvas moved, they seemed to glide just above the lunar surface, traversing a great distance with astonishing speed. Their immense prowess was evident, but the reduced gravity of the moon played a role in their movements too. A misty veil appeared before Wang Xuan's eyes as he observed closely, trying to ascertain his own theories. Near the lunar crater, a fierce battle erupted. With their masterful skills, one of the Bodhisattvas, equipped with an alloy blade, slashed through the air. Another stomped the ground, causing the rocky terrain to crumble, revealing massive black chasms. Their power was evident; they were at the Grandmaster level.
Wang Xuan's expression grew stern. The mysterious entities used their signature move – a sudden, aggressive attempt to possess their opponents. As one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas swung his alloy blade, it seemed ineffective. It merely grazed the radiant entity, which remained unscathed and continued its descent. The silence of the moon's vacuum was eerie. Yet, observers felt the torment of the Bodhisattva, who seemed to scream in agony, though no sound reached their ears. He dropped his blade in desperation, clutching his head, appearing on the brink of madness.
Wang Xuan sighed inwardly. The weakness of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas was now glaringly evident. While they had formidable physical capabilities, their spiritual defenses were inadequate. Now, with their spirits overtaken, they were vulnerable.
Boom! A thunderous crash echoed silently.
Wang Xuan watched in awe as one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas effortlessly kicked a four-meter-tall meteorite into the air, shattering it mid-flight. The spectacle left all onlookers in shock. However, Wang Xuan's keen gaze caught something more sinister. A luminescent being darted into the Bodhisattva's head, vanishing bit by bit, creating an eerie sight that sent shivers down his spine.
"How utterly brutal!" Wang Xuan muttered to himself. He could see the Bodhisattva's spirit dimming, gradually being snuffed out by the intruder. Yet, he also noted a problem. The invading entity was evidently paying a price for its possession. The Moonlight Bodhisattva's physical prowess seemed to scorch the creature, causing its radiant white light to disintegrate.
Even so, the creature persisted, seemingly eager to claim the powerful body as its own. Eventually, its light faded entirely as it fully submerged into the Bodhisattva's form. Wang Xuan's heart raced. Could it be that the newest type of Bodhisattva, a creation of the Life Science Institute, perfectly suited the needs of this mysterious being?
A chilling snap echoed.
The possessed Moonlight Bodhisattva, in a final act of defiance, tore at his spacesuit, eliciting a roar of rage from the entity within, causing ripples of psychic disturbance. Onlookers on the other side of the protective barrier gasped. Although they had not witnessed any battle between the Bodhisattva and the spectral entities, they saw his madness and self-destruction. They realized the grim truth: he was doomed. Even a Grandmaster could not survive being exposed to the moon's surface for long.
In a final desperate leap, he vanished into the inky abyss of the Lunar Pit. Nearby, the other three Moonlight Bodhisattvas were similarly engaged in fierce combat and struggles. Who or what were they contending with? A palpable dread hung in the air. The fear of the unknown was paralyzing, leaving everyone on edge.
One of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas exploded, with blood and bones scattering near the meteorite. From his body, the mysterious entity emerged, looking fainter than before. Possessing the Grandmaster had come at a significant cost, and in the end, it couldn't retain the powerful body. Soon after, another Bodhisattva met the same fate. The fourth leaped into the Lunar Pit, never to be seen again. The protective barrier's side was eerily silent. These were Moonlight Bodhisattvas, among the most formidable beings, yet they had been obliterated in mere moments.
Though the scene was harrowing, Wang Xuan discerned something crucial. The entities within the Lunar Pit couldn't exert vast, sweeping control over humanity. Even possession had its price. His gaze shifted to the distant White Horse Temple and Daoist ancestral grounds. The tales of Buddhism and Daoism seemed to mirror this truth.
He grew more convinced that many ancient myths might have taken place within the spiritual realm. "Let the immortals keep their tales; the mortal realm belongs to Wang Xuan," he whispered to himself. This perspective offered a fresh interpretation of legends and Bodhisattvas.
Qin Hong looked on with a grim face. To witness such a scene firsthand, seeing even four Moonlight Bodhisattvas obliterated without making a dent, stirred agitation within him. He turned to leave, contemplating the use of the "N-substance," an extract from a fabled "blessed land" of the past. But the thought of leaving his younger son's body behind, buried with those mysterious creatures, sent shivers down his spine.
"Based on years of observation, the Lunar Pit's beings seem linked to the spiritual realm. If we want to retrieve Yun Feng, we need someone with immense spiritual power," said one of Qin Hong's aides, having scoured over a century's worth of data regarding the moon's strange events.
The sword scripture contained six pages, each bearing cryptic annotations paired with detailed illustrations. Capitalizing on Qin Hong's emotive presentation, Wang Xuan discreetly memorized both texts. Whispers circulated among the attendees, many voicing their admiration for Qin Hong's authenticity. While none were willing to risk the treacherous expedition, their respect for him remained undiminished. Engaging in the conversation, Wang Xuan echoed the positive sentiments about Qin Hong. As he left the hall with the crowd, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Ultimately, six intrepid individuals dared to probe the lunar abyss. Their bravery, however, led to their doom. After this, the protective barrier became an impassable threshold for everyone. The lunar pit's menacing aura, especially post-resurgence, suggested imminent danger for a long time to come.
"All six perished," a confidant urgently reported to Qin Hong.
"Is a warrior's life of such great value?" Qin Hong remarked coldly, staring contemplatively out the window. "These archaic methods will soon be relics of the past."
He paused, his face shadowed by a grave decision. "Reach out to the other families. If they hold no reservations, I will take action. We must relinquish Yunfeng's remains."
Over the years, New World's major organizations and tycoons had consistently researched the lunar pit. They couldn't afford to ignore such a looming threat any longer. Through their efforts, they identified the existence of a substance labeled "X-material" within the pit. Although its concentration was lower than that previously found in the so-called "Blessed Lands," its properties were extraordinary.
This X-material emitted a powerful interference that severely disrupted spaceships and sophisticated machinery, rendering it highly dangerous. Additionally, it had the ability to corrode the "God Particle," another transcendent element discovered in the realm of New Techniques, which presented a major challenge for researchers.
Yet, after countless studies, these organizations had unearthed a rare "N-material" that also bore exceptional properties. Crucially, it could counteract the negative effects of the X-material.
"If all factions are in agreement, let's act!" Qin Hong declared resolutely.
A warship hovered above the moon's surface, primed and ready. In an instant, a blinding light erupted from the lunar pit, momentarily obscuring it, only to be followed by another explosion.
"Has the lunar pit's menace finally been neutralized?" Onlookers gasped in astonishment.
Wang Xuan observed radiant beings escaping the pit, only to disintegrate mysteriously one after another. "Myths from the spiritual realm falter in the face of the present reality," he mused.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation of impending doom gripped him. "Old Wang, I feel an inexplicable tightness in my chest. What's happening?" Qin Cheng gasped, his breaths coming fast and heavy, sensing the change too.
"The Immortals have taken back what is theirs; but what belonged to the human world hasn't wholly returned to me," Wang Xuan whispered. Grabbing Qin Cheng, he sprinted towards the ancient Taoist temple.
"The White Horse Temple is closer!" Qin Cheng argued.
"I have stronger ties with the Taoist temple. If we need assistance from the ancient pit, better to seek allies," Wang Xuan reasoned as they continued their dash. Muttering to himself, he added, "Old Zhang, if things go south, I leave this world in your hands for now."
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Chapter 114: Explosion In The Lunar Pit
“Something’s amiss.” Wang Xuan stared intently at the four Bodhisattvas, noting subtle differences in their aura. He, being a Master, immediately grasped the core of the matter. While these Bodhisattvas possessed formidable physical strength, their spiritual energy paled in comparison to that of a genuine Grandmaster. To any observer, this was their clear vulnerability. Intriguingly, Wang Xuan speculated that if he had access to a specific tome about the spiritual realm, he would be confident enough to shatter the spirit of one of these Moonlight Bodhisattvas. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
The scene was tense, with every expert and safety advisor from various organizations watching closely. As the Bodhisattvas moved, they seemed to glide just above the lunar surface, traversing a great distance with astonishing speed. Their immense prowess was evident, but the reduced gravity of the moon played a role in their movements too. A misty veil appeared before Wang Xuan's eyes as he observed closely, trying to ascertain his own theories. Near the lunar crater, a fierce battle erupted. With their masterful skills, one of the Bodhisattvas, equipped with an alloy blade, slashed through the air. Another stomped the ground, causing the rocky terrain to crumble, revealing massive black chasms. Their power was evident; they were at the Grandmaster level.
Wang Xuan's expression grew stern. The mysterious entities used their signature move – a sudden, aggressive attempt to possess their opponents. As one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas swung his alloy blade, it seemed ineffective. It merely grazed the radiant entity, which remained unscathed and continued its descent. The silence of the moon's vacuum was eerie. Yet, observers felt the torment of the Bodhisattva, who seemed to scream in agony, though no sound reached their ears. He dropped his blade in desperation, clutching his head, appearing on the brink of madness.
Wang Xuan sighed inwardly. The weakness of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas was now glaringly evident. While they had formidable physical capabilities, their spiritual defenses were inadequate. Now, with their spirits overtaken, they were vulnerable.
Boom! A thunderous crash echoed silently.
Wang Xuan watched in awe as one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas effortlessly kicked a four-meter-tall meteorite into the air, shattering it mid-flight. The spectacle left all onlookers in shock. However, Wang Xuan's keen gaze caught something more sinister. A luminescent being darted into the Bodhisattva's head, vanishing bit by bit, creating an eerie sight that sent shivers down his spine.
"How utterly brutal!" Wang Xuan muttered to himself. He could see the Bodhisattva's spirit dimming, gradually being snuffed out by the intruder. Yet, he also noted a problem. The invading entity was evidently paying a price for its possession. The Moonlight Bodhisattva's physical prowess seemed to scorch the creature, causing its radiant white light to disintegrate.
Even so, the creature persisted, seemingly eager to claim the powerful body as its own. Eventually, its light faded entirely as it fully submerged into the Bodhisattva's form. Wang Xuan's heart raced. Could it be that the newest type of Bodhisattva, a creation of the Life Science Institute, perfectly suited the needs of this mysterious being?
A chilling snap echoed.
The possessed Moonlight Bodhisattva, in a final act of defiance, tore at his spacesuit, eliciting a roar of rage from the entity within, causing ripples of psychic disturbance. Onlookers on the other side of the protective barrier gasped. Although they had not witnessed any battle between the Bodhisattva and the spectral entities, they saw his madness and self-destruction. They realized the grim truth: he was doomed. Even a Grandmaster could not survive being exposed to the moon's surface for long.
In a final desperate leap, he vanished into the inky abyss of the Lunar Pit. Nearby, the other three Moonlight Bodhisattvas were similarly engaged in fierce combat and struggles. Who or what were they contending with? A palpable dread hung in the air. The fear of the unknown was paralyzing, leaving everyone on edge.
One of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas exploded, with blood and bones scattering near the meteorite. From his body, the mysterious entity emerged, looking fainter than before. Possessing the Grandmaster had come at a significant cost, and in the end, it couldn't retain the powerful body. Soon after, another Bodhisattva met the same fate. The fourth leaped into the Lunar Pit, never to be seen again. The protective barrier's side was eerily silent. These were Moonlight Bodhisattvas, among the most formidable beings, yet they had been obliterated in mere moments.
Though the scene was harrowing, Wang Xuan discerned something crucial. The entities within the Lunar Pit couldn't exert vast, sweeping control over humanity. Even possession had its price. His gaze shifted to the distant White Horse Temple and Daoist ancestral grounds. The tales of Buddhism and Daoism seemed to mirror this truth.
He grew more convinced that many ancient myths might have taken place within the spiritual realm. "Let the immortals keep their tales; the mortal realm belongs to Wang Xuan," he whispered to himself. This perspective offered a fresh interpretation of legends and Bodhisattvas.
Qin Hong looked on with a grim face. To witness such a scene firsthand, seeing even four Moonlight Bodhisattvas obliterated without making a dent, stirred agitation within him. He turned to leave, contemplating the use of the "N-substance," an extract from a fabled "blessed land" of the past. But the thought of leaving his younger son's body behind, buried with those mysterious creatures, sent shivers down his spine.
"Based on years of observation, the Lunar Pit's beings seem linked to the spiritual realm. If we want to retrieve Yun Feng, we need someone with immense spiritual power," said one of Qin Hong's aides, having scoured over a century's worth of data regarding the moon's strange events.
The sword scripture contained six pages, each bearing cryptic annotations paired with detailed illustrations. Capitalizing on Qin Hong's emotive presentation, Wang Xuan discreetly memorized both texts. Whispers circulated among the attendees, many voicing their admiration for Qin Hong's authenticity. While none were willing to risk the treacherous expedition, their respect for him remained undiminished. Engaging in the conversation, Wang Xuan echoed the positive sentiments about Qin Hong. As he left the hall with the crowd, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Ultimately, six intrepid individuals dared to probe the lunar abyss. Their bravery, however, led to their doom. After this, the protective barrier became an impassable threshold for everyone. The lunar pit's menacing aura, especially post-resurgence, suggested imminent danger for a long time to come.
"All six perished," a confidant urgently reported to Qin Hong.
"Is a warrior's life of such great value?" Qin Hong remarked coldly, staring contemplatively out the window. "These archaic methods will soon be relics of the past."
He paused, his face shadowed by a grave decision. "Reach out to the other families. If they hold no reservations, I will take action. We must relinquish Yunfeng's remains."
Over the years, New World's major organizations and tycoons had consistently researched the lunar pit. They couldn't afford to ignore such a looming threat any longer. Through their efforts, they identified the existence of a substance labeled "X-material" within the pit. Although its concentration was lower than that previously found in the so-called "Blessed Lands," its properties were extraordinary.
This X-material emitted a powerful interference that severely disrupted spaceships and sophisticated machinery, rendering it highly dangerous. Additionally, it had the ability to corrode the "God Particle," another transcendent element discovered in the realm of New Techniques, which presented a major challenge for researchers.
Yet, after countless studies, these organizations had unearthed a rare "N-material" that also bore exceptional properties. Crucially, it could counteract the negative effects of the X-material.
"If all factions are in agreement, let's act!" Qin Hong declared resolutely.
A warship hovered above the moon's surface, primed and ready. In an instant, a blinding light erupted from the lunar pit, momentarily obscuring it, only to be followed by another explosion.
"Has the lunar pit's menace finally been neutralized?" Onlookers gasped in astonishment.
Wang Xuan observed radiant beings escaping the pit, only to disintegrate mysteriously one after another. "Myths from the spiritual realm falter in the face of the present reality," he mused.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation of impending doom gripped him. "Old Wang, I feel an inexplicable tightness in my chest. What's happening?" Qin Cheng gasped, his breaths coming fast and heavy, sensing the change too.
"The Immortals have taken back what is theirs; but what belonged to the human world hasn't wholly returned to me," Wang Xuan whispered. Grabbing Qin Cheng, he sprinted towards the ancient Taoist temple.
"The White Horse Temple is closer!" Qin Cheng argued.
"I have stronger ties with the Taoist temple. If we need assistance from the ancient pit, better to seek allies," Wang Xuan reasoned as they continued their dash. Muttering to himself, he added, "Old Zhang, if things go south, I leave this world in your hands for now."
Chapter 114: Explosion In The Lunar PitSomething's amiss. Wang Xuan stared intently at the four Bodhisattvas, noting subtle differences in their aura. He, being a Master, immediately grasped the core of the matter. While these Bodhisattvas possessed formidable physical strength, their spiritual energy paled in comparison to that of a genuine Grandmaster. To any observer, this was their clear vulnerability. Intriguingly, Wang Xuan speculated that if he had access to a specific tome about the spiritual realm, he would be confident enough to shatter the spirit of one of these Moonlight Bodhisattvas. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n.The scene was tense, with every expert and safety advisor from various organizations watching closely. As the Bodhisattvas moved, they seemed to glide just above the lunar surface, traversing a great distance with astonishing speed. Their immense prowess was evident, but the reduced gravity of the moon played a role in their movements too. A misty veil appeared before Wang Xuan's eyes as he observed closely, trying to ascertain his own theories. Near the lunar crater, a fierce battle erupted. With their masterful skills, one of the Bodhisattvas, equipped with an alloy blade, slashed through the air. Another stomped the ground, causing the rocky terrain to crumble, revealing massive black chasms. Their power was evident; they were at the Grandmaster level. Wang Xuan's expression grew stern. The mysterious entities used their signature move a sudden, aggressive attempt to possess their opponents. As one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas swung his alloy blade, it seemed ineffective. It merely grazed the radiant entity, which remained unscathed and continued its descent. The silence of the moon's vacuum was eerie. Yet, observers felt the torment of the Bodhisattva, who seemed to scream in agony, though no sound reached their ears. He dropped his blade in desperation, clutching his head, appearing on the brink of madness. Wang Xuan sighed inwardly. The weakness of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas was now glaringly evident. While they had formidable physical capabilities, their spiritual defenses were inadequate. Now, with their spirits overtaken, they were vulnerable. Boom! A thunderous crash echoed silently. Wang Xuan watched in awe as one of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas effortlessly kicked a four-meter-tall meteorite into the air, shattering it mid-flight. The spectacle left all onlookers in shock. However, Wang Xuan's keen gaze caught something more sinister. A luminescent being darted into the Bodhisattva's head, vanishing bit by bit, creating an eerie sight that sent shivers down his spine. "How utterly brutal!" Wang Xuan muttered to himself. He could see the Bodhisattva's spirit dimming, gradually being snuffed out by the intruder. Yet, he also noted a problem. The invading entity was evidently paying a price for its possession. The Moonlight Bodhisattva's physical prowess seemed to scorch the creature, causing its radiant white light to disintegrate. Even so, the creature persisted, seemingly eager to claim the powerful body as its own. Eventually, its light faded entirely as it fully submerged into the Bodhisattva's form. Wang Xuan's heart raced. Could it be that the newest type of Bodhisattva, a creation of the Life Science Institute, perfectly suited the needs of this mysterious being?A chilling snap echoed. The possessed Moonlight Bodhisattva, in a final act of defiance, tore at his spacesuit, eliciting a roar of rage from the entity within, causing ripples of psychic disturbance. Onlookers on the other side of the protective barrier gasped. Although they had not witnessed any battle between the Bodhisattva and the spectral entities, they saw his madness and self-destruction. They realized the grim truth: he was doomed. Even a Grandmaster could not survive being exposed to the moon's surface for long. In a final desperate leap, he vanished into the inky abyss of the Lunar Pit. Nearby, the other three Moonlight Bodhisattvas were similarly engaged in fierce combat and struggles. Who or what were they contending with? A palpable dread hung in the air. The fear of the unknown was paralyzing, leaving everyone on edge. One of the Moonlight Bodhisattvas exploded, with blood and bones scattering near the meteorite. From his body, the mysterious entity emerged, looking fainter than before. Possessing the Grandmaster had come at a significant cost, and in the end, it couldn't retain the powerful body. Soon after, another Bodhisattva met the same fate. The fourth leaped into the Lunar Pit, never to be seen again. The protective barrier's side was eerily silent. These were Moonlight Bodhisattvas, among the most formidable beings, yet they had been obliterated in mere moments. Though the scene was harrowing, Wang Xuan discerned something crucial. The entities within the Lunar Pit couldn't exert vast, sweeping control over humanity. Even possession had its price. His gaze shifted to the distant White Horse Temple and Daoist ancestral grounds. The tales of Buddhism and Daoism seemed to mirror this truth. He grew more convinced that many ancient myths might have taken place within the spiritual realm. "Let the immortals keep their tales; the mortal realm belongs to Wang Xuan," he whispered to himself. This perspective offered a fresh interpretation of legends and Bodhisattvas. Qin Hong looked on with a grim face. To witness such a scene firsthand, seeing even four Moonlight Bodhisattvas obliterated without making a dent, stirred agitation within him. He turned to leave, contemplating the use of the "N-substance," an extract from a fabled "blessed land" of the past. But the thought of leaving his younger son's body behind, buried with those mysterious creatures, sent shivers down his spine. "Based on years of observation, the Lunar Pit's beings seem linked to the spiritual realm. If we want to retrieve Yun Feng, we need someone with immense spiritual power," said one of Qin Hong's aides, having scoured over a century's worth of data regarding the moon's strange events. The sword scripture contained six pages, each bearing cryptic annotations paired with detailed illustrations. Capitalizing on Qin Hong's emotive presentation, Wang Xuan discreetly memorized both texts. Whispers circulated among the attendees, many voicing their admiration for Qin Hong's authenticity. While none were willing to risk the treacherous expedition, their respect for him remained undiminished. Engaging in the conversation, Wang Xuan echoed the positive sentiments about Qin Hong. As he left the hall with the crowd, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Ultimately, six intrepid individuals dared to probe the lunar abyss. Their bravery, however, led to their doom. After this, the protective barrier became an impassable threshold for everyone. The lunar pit's menacing aura, especially post-resurgence, suggested imminent danger for a long time to come. "All six perished," a confidant urgently reported to Qin Hong. "Is a warrior's life of such great value?" Qin Hong remarked coldly, staring contemplatively out the window. "These archaic methods will soon be relics of the past." He paused, his face shadowed by a grave decision. "Reach out to the other families. If they hold no reservations, I will take action. We must relinquish Yunfeng's remains." Over the years, New World's major organizations and tycoons had consistently researched the lunar pit. They couldn't afford to ignore such a looming threat any longer. Through their efforts, they identified the existence of a substance labeled "X-material" within the pit. Although its concentration was lower than that previously found in the so-called "Blessed Lands," its properties were extraordinary. This X-material emitted a powerful interference that severely disrupted spaceships and sophisticated machinery, rendering it highly dangerous. Additionally, it had the ability to corrode the "God Particle," another transcendent element discovered in the realm of New Techniques, which presented a major challenge for researchers. Yet, after countless studies, these organizations had unearthed a rare "N-material" that also bore exceptional properties. Crucially, it could counteract the negative effects of the X-material. "If all factions are in agreement, let's act!" Qin Hong declared resolutely. A warship hovered above the moon's surface, primed and ready. In an instant, a blinding light erupted from the lunar pit, momentarily obscuring it, only to be followed by another explosion. "Has the lunar pit's menace finally been neutralized?" Onlookers gasped in astonishment. Wang Xuan observed radiant beings escaping the pit, only to disintegrate mysteriously one after another. "Myths from the spiritual realm falter in the face of the present reality," he mused. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation of impending doom gripped him. "Old Wang, I feel an inexplicable tightness in my chest. What's happening?" Qin Cheng gasped, his breaths coming fast and heavy, sensing the change too. "The Immortals have taken back what is theirs; but what belonged to the human world hasn't wholly returned to me," Wang Xuan whispered. Grabbing Qin Cheng, he sprinted towards the ancient Taoist temple. "The White Horse Temple is closer!" Qin Cheng argued. "I have stronger ties with the Taoist temple. If we need assistance from the ancient pit, better to seek allies," Wang Xuan reasoned as they continued their dash. Muttering to himself, he added, "Old Zhang, if things go south, I leave this world in your hands for now."
