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Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the dazzling blue gemstone, and he shook his head slightly:
"I don't need these pieces of jewelry."

Please accept this.

Iraq's eyes held a hint of stubbornness as she explained softly:

"This is a sensory stone that has been nurtured with mental energy."

"The wasteland is vast and storms are frequent. If you change your mind in the future and want to come to Iron City to find us, just hold this and silently call my name in your heart. I will be able to sense your location and come to guide you in time."

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

I'll definitely come back again in the future, so I really need a native guide who knows the wasteland well and can be contacted at any time.

Moreover, after their brief time together, Fang Cheng had a good impression of the members of this hunter team.

They act with propriety, are grateful and repay kindness; they are worth trying to develop a deeper relationship with.

Thinking of this, he didn't refuse anymore, reached out and took the gem that was still warm from his body, and put it in his coat pocket.

The stone was worn close to her body, clearly indicating that it was an item that the girl cherished greatly.

Fang Cheng has always been a man of strong principles, clearly distinguishing between gratitude and resentment, and dislikes taking advantage of others for nothing.

After a moment's thought, he reached into his backpack and took out a blood core he had just obtained from looting the corpse, then handed it to Ira in front of him.

"Take it."

Seeing Ira's stunned expression, Fang Cheng spoke gently:

"You are a telekinetic user, so you must need this to replenish your mental energy and cultivate yourself."

"Since we've become friends, we should reciprocate. I'm not used to taking other people's kindness for free."

Ira stared, her mouth slightly agape, at the blood core being offered to her in astonishment.

The value of a third-tier blood core is astonishing. She gave away the sensing stone simply to repay the life-saving grace, never expecting to receive such a valuable return gift.

Ira instinctively wanted to decline, but when she met Fang Cheng's calm and composed gaze, she ultimately swallowed her words of refusal.

She carefully reached out her hands and took the precious blood core that was emitting a faint glow.

Seeing that she had put it away, Fang Cheng smiled and waved to Kyle and the others:
"I'm leaving now, see you later."

He uttered those two words, then turned and grabbed the heavy iron doorknob, his right arm muscles bulging.

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, the half-ton explosion-proof iron door was forcibly pushed open a crack.

Fang Cheng squeezed his way out.

boom!
Without external support, the iron gate was pulled back shut by gravity, raising a cloud of dust and completely isolating the inside and outside of the subway station.

The maintenance passageway was plunged back into darkness, with only the beams of flashlights flickering gently in the dust.

The beast tide outside seemed to be gradually receding, leaving only the howling of the storm.

Loken leaned against the wall and exhaled a long breath that he had been holding for a long time.

"Good heavens... I'll be able to brag about this job for the rest of my life when I get back to camp."

His voice was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, and his face was full of disbelief and emotion:
"Who would have thought that not only did we survive the polar night storm, we would also encounter such a god-like figure."

Parker stared at the tightly closed iron gate and muttered to himself:
"Uncle Kyle... just who is he? He can tear reptiles and black monsters apart with his bare hands..."

Kyle's eyes were deep, and he did not answer immediately.

He stared silently at the remaining footprints on the ground, his mind replaying the awe-inspiring image of Fang Cheng's body radiating golden flames as he easily slayed the monster.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice:
Do you still remember that myth?

"When war reignites on the earth, black blood flows from the sky..."

In the dim light, Kyle's expression was exceptionally solemn as he slowly recited the ancient prophecy that had long been passed down in the wasteland:

"The savior will descend from a distant star, draped in the fire of the sun, walking on scorched earth in the body of a mortal."

"He will surely dispel the shadows of the abyss, burn away the demons of the end times, and let true light shine once more upon this broken world."

The burly man's voice echoed deep and resonantly in the empty passageway, carrying an almost fanatical sense of prayer.

As he recited ancient scriptures, everyone fell silent.

Ira lowered her eyes, clutching the warm blood core given to her by the other party in her hands.

Roken silently straightened his wounded back, holding the rifle tightly in his arms with his one arm, unusually devoid of his usual slickness and nonchalance.

Parker's dirty face showed a hint of bewilderment, yet he blinked as if he had suddenly understood.

In the dim light, the four hunters struggling to survive in the wasteland remained silent for a long time.

All that could be heard was the steady, powerful beating of each other's hearts.

That was a kind of hope that quietly ignited on this scorched earth where there was no light and darkness.

....................................

The gale, carrying volcanic ash, howled wildly under the dark red sky.

The whole world resembled a massive, dead corpse, scarred and desolate.

All that remained in the air was swirling yellow sand and the lingering, pungent smell of sulfur.

Deep in the sandstorm, a tall figure walked steadily against the wind.

He carried a dark green packing bag on his back and held a heavy bundle in one hand.

Dark red blood was dripping from the rough fabric.

In the dim, swirling sand, a faint golden halo shone in those deep eyes, like two inextinguishable flames.

"call--"

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of stale air mixed with dust and stopped at the bottom of the cliff hundreds of meters high.

Looking up, the dark red rock wall resembles a broad sword piercing the sky, its surface pitted and uneven from weathering.

The cliff face is almost vertical, making it difficult even for birds to cross.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, and his spine made a series of popping sounds.

The double gravity still pressed down on the body like a shadow.

But he had already adapted, and the surging blood and energy within his body were enough to offset this negative effect.

next second.

His thigh muscles were taut like steel cables, and his military boots slammed into the scorched earth beneath his feet.

boom!
A blast of air shot into the air, and he was instantly lifted off the ground, soaring more than ten meters into the sky.

A jagged rock from the cliff face crashed into us.

Fang Cheng extended his right hand, his five fingers as hard as cast iron, and forcefully gripped the hard weathered rock layer.

Pebbles tumbled down with a soft rustling sound.

His arm muscles bulged, and with a sudden burst of strength, his body was lifted into the air once again.

Pop, pop, pop.

With each step, his feet stomped and pounded, leaving a deep dent in the cliff face.

With his left hand carrying the package and his right hand searching for footholds, Fang Cheng climbed straight up the near-vertical cliff as if walking on flat ground.

From a distance, it looks like a raptor clinging to the cliff face, flying against the current in a sandstorm.

If there were an audience present, this method of mountain climbing, which relies entirely on the inhuman physical strength to resist gravity, would absolutely shock everyone.

After just a dozen or so rises and falls, the top of the cliff came into clear view.

Fang Cheng braced himself against a protruding rock with one hand, his waist and abdomen contracted sharply, and he used the momentum to propel himself upwards.

In mid-air, he nimbly turned like a hawk doing somersaults, then his feet sank, and he stood steadily on the flat ground at the edge of the cliff.

Fang Cheng weighed the meat in his hand, looked at the dark crack in the mountain in front of him, and strode towards it.

The moment you step into the cave, the gale and the flying sand seem to be completely shut out.

As you walk into the dark, narrow natural crevice, the surrounding light becomes even dimmer.

A damp, musty smell and a certain ancient, decaying odor gradually filled the air. Fine water droplets condensed on the rocks, which should have been dry, and quietly slid down the dark blue-green veins.

The military boots clattered on the ground, making a soft "tap-tap" sound that echoed quietly.

After walking about two hundred meters, the view finally opened up.

Fang Cheng returned to that huge underground space.

He turned his gaze to the dilapidated circular altar in the center.

Above the dome, a red vortex was emitting low-frequency vibrations, like the buzzing of a swarm of bees.

The edge of the vortex flickered between light and shadow, with a lot of air escaping from it, creating gusts of wind out of thin air.

The spatial passage between the two worlds has clearly shown signs of instability.

Fang Cheng stopped at the edge of the altar.

I looked down at the blurred patterns on the ground, worn smooth by time.

Then, the gaze shifted to the Buddhist murals on the surrounding rock walls, which depicted grotesque and demonic figures.

The image of Gray Eagle attempting to use the examinees' blood to draw a summoning array flashed through his mind.

Does opening this cross-dimensional door really require some kind of bloody sacrificial ritual?
If that's the case...

Did the special search team deliberately hold physical fitness tests in the Xishan military restricted area with ulterior motives?
Furthermore, the military currently maintains firm control over another entrance to the ruins, yet it still chooses to cooperate with the Noah Organization to carry out research projects targeting the other world.

Besides blood sacrifice, they definitely have another safe and stable way to activate it.

Fang Cheng didn't understand formations, and he didn't have any living people to serve as sacrifices.

You can't exactly throw this bag of freshly cut reptile meat up there as a sacrifice to the heavens, can you?

As I was pondering this, the strange pulling sensation deep within my consciousness suddenly intensified.

It was as if someone had suddenly plucked a long-tense string in his mind.

Fang Cheng quickly looked up.

The edges of the red vortex on the dome began to collapse rapidly inward.

The energy channel, which was originally several meters wide, visibly shrank considerably.

The energy maintaining the passage between the two realms is clearly running out.

Fang Cheng suppressed his distracting thoughts and no longer hesitated.

With knees slightly bent, the thighs suddenly exert force.

Click.

The military boots rubbed the altar steps beneath their feet, causing large cracks.

He soared into the sky and plunged headfirst into the churning crimson mass.

The moment I passed through the vortex, the familiar feeling of weightlessness arrived as expected.

But this time, along with it came a terrifying repulsive force that was squeezing in from all directions, as if it were going to crush his internal organs.

The space tunnel is on the verge of collapse due to energy depletion.

The crimson inner wall was no longer smooth, but twisted together in layers like a shriveled intestine.

Amidst the turbulent flow of the passage, countless blurry black shadows emitted piercing howls as they flew past Fang Cheng's body.

Many faces with dislocated features were forced out of the folds of the flesh.

They stared intently at Fang Cheng, who was plummeting downwards, their mouths agape.

It seemed to want to bite his hands and feet, forcibly leaving this vibrant life to perish in this void.

Fang Cheng felt as if he had been stuffed into a high-speed washing machine.

The violent airflow was robbing him of control over his body.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and immediately activated his true energy.

hum-

A dazzling golden light surged from beneath the skin, and the Primordial True Domain instantly expanded several meters.

The distorted spatial turbulence was like countless sharp blades, frantically cutting through the golden light shield and scattering large amounts of dazzling sparks.

Fang Cheng remained calm, his back straight, bracing himself against the immense pressure that could tear an ordinary person's body apart, as he traversed the bizarre and dazzling passage at breakneck speed.

The speed of the fall was increasing, as if there was no end in sight.

boom!
Suddenly everything went dark, and my body crashed down from the end of the passage like a cannonball that had lost its power.

Then, he stomped heavily on the hard black stone ground.

The immense impact traveled up the leg bone to the waist.

Fang Cheng rolled forward to dissipate the force, bracing himself with one hand to stabilize himself.

The oppressive, repulsive force of the world around him suddenly dissipated.

Instead, I felt a long-lost sense of ease, and even my breathing became much smoother.

Fang Cheng straightened up and looked around.

A ghostly green glow flickered in the dim crevices of the rocks.

A dilapidated pagoda, several meters high, stands silently in front of you, while the scattered bones beside the broken stele remain unchanged.

Grayish-white mist swirled all around, carrying with it the damp, chilly air unique to the deep mountains and dense forests.

"You're back..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, turning his head to glance at the scene in mid-air behind him.

The crimson vortex was rapidly contracting.

Less than half a minute later, it collapsed into a red dot the size of a soybean.

Finally, with a "pop," it vanished completely into nothingness.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng shook off the dust from his clothes and smirked:

"Luckily I got back in time, otherwise I'd be stuck in the wasteland, playing a post-apocalyptic survival game..."

Having said that, he picked up the bag of meat again, turned around, and strode out through the dark passage.

The military boots made a steady, rhythmic clattering sound as they stepped on the black stone ground.

The surrounding black fog churned endlessly, the thick fog resembling slowly moving dark walls.

As the air currents continued to press and converge inward, they engulfed the pagoda behind them in darkness.

A moment later, a golden barrier in the shape of ripples appeared in front of them, completely blocking their way.

Fang Cheng stopped and his expression became more serious.

This seemingly sacred, yet terrifyingly powerful, Buddhist light had just melted the two assassins into blood just a few hours ago.

After a short rest, the dormant blood and energy within him began to boil again.

hum-

A dazzling golden flame burst forth from his body as if it were a tangible substance, and the Primordial True Domain unfolded once more.

The extreme heat instantly dried the ground beneath our feet and dispelled the thick fog around us.

Fang Cheng, shielded by the golden light, strode forward and crashed straight into the golden light.

The hissing sound of corrosion filled the air, and white smoke rose, but it was completely unable to penetrate the defenses of the true sun fire.

Fang Cheng leaned forward, his waist and back exerting force, like a red-hot furnace, forcefully squeezing out of the barrier.

Just as he pierced through the outer layer of light and stepped back into that cold, damp, deep forest with the sole of his boots.

From the depths of the thick fog ahead, a crisp sound of a gun being cocked suddenly rang out.

Immediately following was Ma Dong-hyuk's exclamation:
"Acheng, watch out!" (End of Chapter)