The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 717 Shen Le: We descendants of Yan and Huang have such a good life!

"It seems...it seems there's no problem?"

"Shen Le didn't turn into a ghost?"

Naval officers, Special Affairs Bureau officials, and shipboard experts craned their necks in astonishment, staring at the pale golden humanoid figure slowly coalescing in the sky.

The thermal reaction on the body had not disappeared (of course, it may not have had time to disappear yet), the pale golden humanoid was strongly correlated with the body, and the humanoid seemed to be able to control the flying sword... In short, everything was developing in a good direction.

Absolutely true!

"Inform the main ship of the situation," the captain took a deep breath and pointed upwards.

"Just say... never mind, send the video to them and let them see it themselves..."

If he were to summarize such a spectacle, he would surely miss some details and might even provide incorrect judgments to his superiors. Anyway, there are professionals on the large ship; even if there aren't, they can contact the rear and give them a headache!

Shen Le had no idea what the people below were thinking or imagining. In fact, although he was in a state where he could perceive the state of every person and every object in minute detail, he was not in the mood to do so.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on himself, on his interaction with heaven and earth:

Between heaven and earth, there is not only sunlight, sea breeze, waves, and swimming fish, not only these physical entities. There are also all sorts of existences beyond his imagination, all sorts of particles that seem to have light and color, yet also seem to be formless and intangible:
Quark?

Photon?

Bosons?
No... those are... those are...

Shen Le stared blankly at the world before him. A torrent brimming with vitality surged down, piercing through the clouds, sprinkling onto the sea, and seeping into his pale golden humanoid form floating in the air. Every single drop brought warmth and nourishment.

Countless elves danced, carrying the scent of distant islands, the chill rising from the deep sea, and the salty smell of fish, all moving slowly in a mysterious rhythm.

It was so gentle it seemed to be nonexistent, yet so powerful and overwhelming, impossible to resist. Wherever it passed, the rhythm of life in the sea became more vibrant, and the scales of flying fish leaping out of the water shone with an even stronger radiance.

even……

even……

Shen Le tried to reach out his hands, scoop up a handful of those scents, purify and concentrate them, and then slowly sprinkle them onto the large ship above his head.

An invisible breeze swept by, and almost everyone subconsciously shivered, then exhaled a long, comfortable breath as a warm current rose from their spines.

Over time, the accumulated strain and hidden injuries from long and arduous training were naturally and slowly soothed by the influence of these auras...

Even the cold surface of the steel warship, when splashed with this aura, exudes an imperceptible yet inexplicably pleasant vitality.

Is this... spiritual energy...?

It is still difficult to detect for the time being, or the instruments manufactured by the Special Affairs Bureau can only detect certain chaotic, mixed things that are a mixture of spiritual energy, foul energy, and yin energy.

But from Shen Le's perspective at this moment, it was omnipresent, yet as thin as morning mist.

Within the open "eyes" of the pale golden humanoid, it takes on a form that lies between light and mist—colorless and formless, yet its existence and flow can be clearly felt…

Shen Le held his breath and stared for an unknown amount of time until the boundary between light and darkness slowly swept across his body and the purple aura quietly descended, which startled him awake.

He slowly concealed his presence while simultaneously elevating his perspective, gazing as far as the eye could see—

He saw two worlds.

To be precise, the world constructed of spiritual energy and the world constructed of matter do not completely overlap. There is a subtle discrepancy between them—

Like a complex machine constructed of steel, it stands there firmly, under the sunlight.

As the sunlight fell, it cast patches of shadow on its body, some vertical, some slanted, and in some places, the shadows expanded to be enormous, much larger than its original physical form...

Shen Le narrowed his eyes slightly. Spiritual energy circulates and surges throughout the world, abundant in some places and barren in others; gentle in some places and wildly untamed in others.

In the wildest places, Shen Le could even see matter constantly boiling, constantly changing, and even uncontrollably distorting...

This uncontrolled influx of spiritual energy doesn't seem to be a good thing...

Shen Le instinctively turned his head to look eastward. In that single glance, he was breathless:

On the edge of the Chinese land, beyond that long coastline, in the places our ancestors explored year after year with their own feet, on the border line created by the consensus of all our ancestors.

An indescribable barrier, like an enormous glass bowl turned upside down, covered the entire land of China!
Shen Le strained his eyes to look at the "glass bowl." The barrier was dazzling, its surface intricately interwoven, layer upon layer, with countless colors of light flowing around it.

He wanted to see more clearly, much more clearly, but as soon as he focused his gaze, his eyes were stung, and almost instinctively, tears streamed down his face—even though the humanoid figure formed from golden light shouldn't be crying...

This is not something he can freely explore at his current level.

Shen Le had no choice but to retreat again and again. He reduced his observation from the entire barrier to one side of the barrier, and then from one side to a single point.

Only when he focused his attention on a tiny point the size of a fingertip did he realize that the barrier was not a physical entity, but an ultimate seal woven from endless, layered, twisted and folded runes!
"Seal," "Prohibit," "Sever," "Protect"... Just by looking at them, the meanings of these runes naturally flowed into Shen Le's heart:

"And, space..."

Some runes contain the laws of space, while others are ancient and profound runes, imbued with supreme power. They exude an aura of vastness, immensity, and majesty, as if they have existed since time immemorial, serving as the last barrier protecting this land.

However, beneath this magnificent appearance, Shen Le caught a glimpse of something that was hard to conceal... decay and fragility!

The runes that make up the seal are dim and obscure in many places, like ancient jade covered in dust.
Many of the strokes in those profound texts have subtle breaks or become blurred, as if they have been eroded by an invisible force over thousands of years.

Although the energy field of the entire seal was still vast, it was like an aging giant, exuding a sense of weakness and powerlessness—Shen Le knew that in many places, the fine threads had broken, and he had repaired them quite a bit himself…

He examined every detail of the barrier meticulously. After what seemed like an eternity, a magnificent passage of text quietly seeped into his heart:
"The ancient sage kings severed the connection between heaven and earth, so that gods and men would not disturb each other and no one would be subjugated."

However, the floodwaters overflowed, and birds and beasts devoured people. I grieved for the people, so I erected nine tripods to mark the nine provinces, and cast the images of birds and beasts upon them so that the people might recognize them…

To replicate the map of the four seas and eight wastelands, in order to bring order to the world...

"Sealing off the heavens and blocking the seas."

Sealing the heavens and sealing the seas...

The name struck Shen Le's heart like a resounding bell.

This is another layer of protection added to the land of China by ancient powerful beings after the separation of heaven and earth.

Even if gods and humans do not disturb each other, when the spiritual energy is too strong, all kinds of demons and monsters will roam the earth.

In order to protect the land from the invasion of too strong a mysterious force, and to suppress the mysterious force that might get out of control within, the ancient powerful beings set up a barrier with their great supernatural powers.

It is like a tough filter, allowing natural elements such as sunlight, air, and wind and rain to pass through, but firmly blocking out the vast amount of spiritual energy that wanders between heaven and earth, as well as the mysterious forces that belong to other dimensions, myths and legends, and demons and monsters!

For thousands of years, it has protected the peace of this land, allowing mortals to live and multiply, but it is also like a tight band, greatly suppressing the flow of spiritual energy into the native land and keeping those strange beasts from the mountains and seas outside.

Now, the seal is weakening, spiritual energy is seeping in, and the earth is cheering to welcome these powers. Plants and animals are greedily absorbing them.

And with the broken seal, strange things inevitably try to break through and crash out from the other side!

I have to fix it. I have to plug these holes. Shen Le stretched out his divine sense with all his might, carefully observing the damaged parts of the barrier, trying to remember every possible location, and made up his mind to go and survey it again later.

If it can be repaired, then repair it; if it can't be repaired, quickly fire some porcelain pagodas to calm down and plug up the gap!
He stared for an unknown amount of time before his divine sense felt weak and he silently withdrew. Before the current state subsided, he quickly turned back to look at other parts of this world:

Opposite, in the area where the exercise is taking place, are islands scattered like stars on the vast ocean.

Some islands have nothing at all, and even spiritual energy doesn't bother to descend upon them;
On some islands, there are small but sturdy barriers of varying styles, protecting small patches of land. Some ripple with aquamarine light, some twist and weave like emerald vines, and others shimmer with a pearly luster.

It seems that the local ancient traditions have not all been lost, and they are protecting this land in their own way...

What about other places?
For example, Europe, the Americas, or Africa?

Whether it was a recent promotion bonus or the copper coin intentionally helping him, Shen Le's perspective rapidly rose, his field of vision being infinitely stretched.

The bizarre, breathtaking, and unsettling sights of the entire Earth unfolded before his eyes:

The continent of Shenzhou stretches westward to its end, where a continent called Europa exists, where various powerful yet distinct auras support different barriers.

Some are huge, pure white crosses, formed by countless sacred prayers and pure white radiance, exuding an aura of holiness, solemnity, and inviolability, covering outwards from the foundation of ancient churches.

Some are like primeval forest barriers made of twisted tree roots, animal bone totems and dark runes, full of wildness and mystery, with megalithic formations and stone rings standing among them, supporting one node after another.
In other places, between spires and castles, or between cellars and high-rises, energy matrices are outlined by cold geometric lines and intricate arrays of runes, exuding a sense of rationality and order.

These seals are equally ancient and resilient, like the boundaries of their respective divine realms or sanctuaries, containing the mysterious power of their homeland and striving to resist the chaos of the outside world.

However, some of these seals are not in balance, and some even conflict with or are mutually exclusive.
Furthermore, most of these seals show varying degrees of wear and tear, with their energy becoming increasingly unstable, and it is unknown how much has been consumed over the long years.

"Old Europe still has a rich history..."

Shen Le sighed, half-jokingly, then turned his gaze to the other side of the Pacific Ocean. With just one glance, his divine sense trembled, almost collapsing on the spot:

It was almost a blank space! Or rather, a huge, shocking void exposed above the continent, just like the ozone hole he had seen long ago!

Those powerful, native sealing systems passed down from ancient times, which could no longer take shape after leaving that era, simply do not exist!
Only a few faint, pitiful specks of light remained, like candles flickering in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse. Could they be some indigenous reserve, or a small, clandestine organization?
However, these points of light can only shelter a very small portion of the population. The vast majority of the region is exposed to cosmic storm-like energy turbulence!
In the raging torrent, countless shattered, ancient beings, which may have once been powerful, were twisted into deformed forms.
Countless extraterrestrial visitors, swept in by the torrent, are unknown who were forgotten, yet found a way out here;

Countless beings that seem to be sentient from computers, network cables, mobile phones, or any other technological creations...

They cheered and shouted as they welcomed the psychic energy pouring in from the void rifts. And the wild, chaotic, and negatively charged mystical forces were growing far faster than the gentle, peaceful, and orderly ones!
"This... will create a giant Gotham City, won't it..."

Shen Le was dumbfounded. Under the control of the Huaxia barrier, the spiritual energy that could seep in was mostly gentle and peaceful, and could be used peacefully.

The force pouring down from across the Pacific Ocean, to the naked eye, looks like viscous, murky crude oil, flowing, seeping, mixing, and mutating wantonly!
The earth, the air, and even people's hearts have all been polluted by it!
"Well... I'll have to go back and ask them what's going on on the other side..." Shen Le shook his head vigorously:
"If it doesn't work, let's withdraw our people..."

The US's superpower department, whether it's called "S.H.I.E.L.D.", "Supernatural Countermeasures Department," or "Area 51," is in such a sorry state that it can't hold up!

Sighing, Shen Le quickly scanned the entire world. Within the Arctic Circle, ice fortresses, constructed from icy runes and ancient whale songs, sheltered the children of the north wind and snow.

Deep within the Sahara, a moving labyrinth of sand and star trails guards the remnants of the oldest civilization…

These barriers struggled to resist the erosion of chaotic external forces, like a small boat in a stormy sea. Shen Le carefully surveyed the area from east to west and from south to north, then sighed with satisfaction.
"We descendants of Yan and Huang have such a good life!"

(End of this chapter)