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Their skills are limited in effectiveness and cannot be used indefinitely to overcome obstacles. Therefore, the simplest and most direct way to force the eldest son to dissipate heat is to have them burrow deep into the eldest son's body and unleash their deadly attacks from within. As long as they wear sufficiently insulated equipment, they can withstand the intense heat they generate for a short time. However, this is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. The eldest son's body is his absolute domain. Every organ can be his weapon. Any mishap will lead to utter destruction.

However, the Eighth Legion was prepared for total annihilation in this final battle. As long as they could defeat the eldest son and nip the world-destroying catastrophe in the bud, such a sacrifice would be entirely worthwhile. Every legion in the underground base shared a similar resolve, though not every legion held a crucial position and performed a critical role. To ensure the Eighth Legion could survive within the eldest son's body, at least until they completed their mission, the Tenth Legion would coordinate their attack. Firstly, the Tenth Legion's commander, Ma Hongyun, possessed the "Great Fortune of the Heavens," bringing good luck to his legion and those around him. Secondly, his legion's war techniques were primarily defensive: quantum solidification and spacetime rifts were incredibly powerful defenses, practically absolute. While they might be countered by specific attacks targeting immortals, they were virtually invincible against most conventional attacks.

With these two layers of protection, the Eighth Legion's survival within the eldest son's body for the short term would significantly enhance the feasibility of the plan. Within the underground base, there are some powerful weapons, but those are unsuitable for this battle. For example, high-powered explosives. Such items would cause limited damage to the eldest son, but would cause immense destruction to the surrounding environment. Moreover, when these things were initially tested, they utilized the energy released from the eldest son's energy core explosion; it's possible they wouldn't harm the eldest son but would instead be absorbed by him, which would be quite awkward.

The Eighth Legion had considered that the eldest son might absorb the heat they released, thus lowering his body temperature. However, the Eighth Legion's method of releasing high temperatures was to ignite the opponent's body—alternating the opponent's redox properties and causing their body to burn. This made heat absorption ineffective; if absorbed, the body's cells would become more energetic, and the combustion would be more intense. Even if absorption occurred, the heat generated by combustion wouldn't decrease, but rather increase. This forced the eldest son to choose heat conduction as the only way to release the heat from his body.

Over the days, rune pillars rose across the grassland, representing a massive array built around it. These array cores, constructed from the foundations of these Gu houses, possessed considerable power. Combined, and aided by favorable weather and terrain, they were capable of concentrating the massive blizzard across the entire grassland—a storm itself a manifestation of natural disaster. While the individual power decreased after spreading across the grassland, the sheer scale increased countless times, taking advantage of the already frigid winter environment. Now, this power had spread, enveloping the entire grassland. With the activation of these pillars, the blizzard seemed to subside somewhat. Simultaneously, thousands of rune pillars activated, and millions of smaller array cores were also successfully activated across the grassland.

They absorbed the power of the blizzard little by little. Although the absorption process wasn't very noticeable, it did raise the surrounding temperature slightly, making this winter seem a little less unbearable.

However, this change didn't attract much attention. The once-in-a-decade blizzard, while fierce, isn't always the same. Sometimes it arrives earlier, sometimes later. Sometimes the temperature is lower, sometimes higher. The current situation isn't entirely incomprehensible.

The eldest son, located relatively centrally on the grassland, possessed powerful senses and had gradually released tentacles and individual entities that detached from him and infiltrated the grassland. However, he hadn't detected anything particularly unusual; at least, these things didn't seem to be targeting him.

The eldest son can also release clone-like entities. Many of these small tentacle monsters have already burrowed into various parts of the grassland to scout. He wasn't unaware of these strange pillars embedded in the earth; he simply didn't realize their purpose. Judging from their apparent function, they resembled weather controllers—common in interstellar civilizations—used to regulate planetary weather and ensure favorable conditions.

Almost every interstellar civilization constructs such facilities on its home planet. Discovering such things is hardly surprising; the temperature on this land is very low, and even lower in winter. Building weather controllers to mitigate the winter's cold and make it easier for humans to survive is perfectly normal.

Although the eldest son's clone possessed a certain level of intelligence, even surpassing humans and some highly intelligent beings in areas such as memory and analytical abilities, its ability to handle unexpected events was ultimately lacking. Therefore, it didn't provide the eldest son with particularly useful information.

The most misleading information was actually about the people who built these pillars. The eldest son received feedback that the people who built these pillars were not high-energy individuals, that is, not immortals, but a group of mortals with little energy response.

This poses even less of a threat to the eldest son. A group of low-energy individuals. What gives them the audacity to confront him? The projects these people built should theoretically only be for their own survival through the cold winter.

It wasn't just the eldest son who thought this way; everyone else did too. The struggle for the royal court had been disrupted by various unforeseen events, but ultimately the major families still fought amongst themselves. The Dongfang family, who had retreated earlier and preserved their strength, and the already powerful Hei family, engaged in a final battle on the grasslands. Both sides had expended too much strength facing the underground base, and their ancestral homes had been raided by guerrillas sent from the base. As a result, this epic showdown seemed rather lackluster. In the end, Hei Loulan, relying on superior raw power and forcibly displaying his true strength, using the terrifying power of the Ten Absolute Body at its limit, defeated Dongfang Yuliang, whose direct combat strength was somewhat inferior to his own, becoming the ultimate victor in this struggle for the royal court. However, the group he selected prepared to go to the royal court's blessed land to obtain a chance for their survival.

After all, the Great Strength True Martial Body is a special physique that, without external interference, will self-destruct upon reaching the fourth level of cultivation. Even with someone helping to seal it, it's merely prolonging its existence. Sealing cannot permanently suppress its power growth; one day it will still self-destruct. Therefore, it's essential to find a way to become an immortal. Once an immortal, this problem will disappear. At the immortal realm, its Great Strength True Martial Body will only provide endless benefits.

However, this victory in the Royal Court contest brought him no joy. He saw the rune pillars planted all over the Northern Plains. He learned from the captured Dongfang Yuliang that these pillars could regulate temperature. If millions of pillars, thousands of giant pillars, were activated simultaneously across the entire grassland, the intensity of the wind and snow would drop significantly, reaching near-normal winter temperatures. It might still be slightly colder than usual, but even without hiding in underground caves built in underground bases, digging a sheltered cave or building a refuge would greatly increase the chances of surviving the harsh winter. "Do these guys want to eradicate the very meaning of the Royal Court contest?" Hei Loulan's feelings were complex. He truly didn't know how to describe what he was seeing. A problem that had plagued the grasslands for tens of thousands of years seemed to be solved by a group of mortals. What then were they, the Golden Clan? Countless years of fighting, scheming, and so many deaths—all just to escape natural disasters in the scraps left by immortals?

The temperature on the grasslands was no longer so cold. Those families or tribes that weren't qualified to enter the Royal Blessed Land now had a chance to survive the winter. The animal herds that should have hidden in caves or other safe havens, finding that the temperature wasn't dropping any further, gradually began to roam the grasslands again, instinctively replenishing their energy, rummaging through the snow for food they could still gnaw on, and accumulating resources for the winter.

Unaware of their ignorance, they were unaware that a vast human force was mobilizing all its power to attack a theoretically invincible being. Though not the loudest voice on the grasslands, they displayed a responsibility surpassing all others, setting a new standard for the world. When natural disaster struck, even if they weren't the tallest, they were among the first to rise to the challenge, believing that only those who dared to hold up the heavens during a cataclysmic event deserved to become the greatest.

A multitude of fighter jets began patrolling the sky, forming a massive ring around the eldest son, numbering in the millions. The main and regular legions of the underground base were all mobilized. Besides the millions of core personnel, there were tens of millions of accompanying drones. However, these tens of millions of accompanying drones posed little threat to the eldest son. As a super-life form, producing such mass-produced flying units was a matter of a single thought for him. If he considered himself an incubator, theoretically, producing billions of flying units in a short period of time would be no problem at all.

The purpose of these drones is not offensive, but rather to provide cover. They reduce the probability of the real humans among the fighter jets being killed when breaking through the enemy's firepower. Furthermore, if any drones successfully break through the enemy's firepower and are not destroyed, they can also perform the tasks of the various legions' soldiers to some extent.

As the swarm of drones converged towards Changzi, the entire grassland witnessed this largest migration in history. From all directions, countless colossal creatures, each over 10 meters long and with a wingspan exceeding 20 meters, blotted out the sun, their massive flight formations casting long shadows.

The eldest son could not possibly be unaware of these people. However, the attack he was currently facing was a level more intense than before, with all the major legions of the underground base joining the high-speed orbit around him, each displaying their unique abilities.

With the various legions coordinating their attacks, they were able to unleash attacks that threatened the eldest son's brain core, forcing him to retaliate with his own. Constructing defensive formations was ineffective against these attacks. Each legion had its own methods of breaching these defenses, especially with the Yeti legion providing them with buffs. It was far more effective to counterattack head-on, using the anti-missile system to detonate these powerful attacks in mid-air.

The eldest son did indeed achieve this, but while he was focused on attacking the enemies surrounding him, he was unable to intercept the swarms of fighter jets approaching from all directions at maximum power.

However, while these fighter jets were numerous, they were still a drop in the ocean compared to the eldest son's enormous body. The eldest son's body was simply too large; the combined volume of the fighter jets might not even equal the volume of a single tentacle. If they were evenly distributed across its surface, it would likely take thousands of meters to reach another fighter jet. This was why the eldest son wasn't overly concerned about these fighter jets approaching. Compared to the high-energy reactions displayed by the major main legions, the energy levels within the pilots and the fighter jets themselves were much lower. They weren't high-energy targets to be wary of.

Xiao Lu watched the battlefield unfold through remote monitoring. All the staff in the research institute clenched their fists, their eyes glued to the screens. The eldest son was a powerful life form, so a significant portion of the task of dealing with him was assigned to the biological research institute. The paralyzing agent targeting the eldest son was what they had formulated and produced. Although it had undergone hundreds, even thousands, of experiments, this was the first time it had actually been used against the eldest son's true form. No one knew if the anesthetic would be effective. They could only gamble. They gambled that it would take a long time for the eldest son's body to adapt to the paralysis, and that during this time, the eldest son wouldn't undergo a large-scale replacement of its own cells, nor a significant transformation of the characteristics of its somatic cells.

As numerous fighter jets approached, each jet released hundreds of warheads from its spatial storage, scattering them like a shower of petals towards the eldest son's body. Many armor-piercing rounds penetrated directly into his body, reaching depths of hundreds, thousands, or even more.

[To be continued]

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