Chinese Superman

Chapter 198 The End of Dharma Era: One Person Absorbs the Entire Earth!

Inside the bridge of the Kunpeng space carrier.

Gao Yuexi withdrew the light from her gaze overlooking the deck and turned to give a slight bow to an elderly man with white hair behind her.

"Second Grandfather, I'll leave it to you and the [Shang Siyang Bronze Square Zun] to guard the Kunpeng."

The Shang Dynasty Four-Sheep Bronze Square Zun, a national treasure!

"The Kunpeng is our base camp for exploring the world outside the wall, and it is also our hope of returning to Great Xia alive. We cannot afford any mishaps!" Gao Yuexi said solemnly.

Don't worry.

The white-haired old man nodded, smiled slightly, and spoke kindly, "Yuexi, you must be extra careful as you lead the team to explore Angkor Wat. Although the spiritual energy there will likely recover, after the invasion of the [Mist Apocalypse], no one knows what the situation is now. If things don't go well, retreat."

"Once this trip concludes successfully, I believe no one will be able to stop you from taking the position of family head."

"The position of head of the family?"

Gao Yuexi turned around and looked through the porthole of the bridge at the dark purple jungle in the distance.

"What I wanted—was never this—"

Her purple eyes shimmered with a dim light, and she sighed inwardly.

"I don't know why, but I have a feeling that a lot of things will happen on this trip."

The group of several hundred people, like the receding tide, left the Kunpeng and merged into the dark purple jungle, like a drop of water falling into the sea, and were swallowed up by the lush trees in the blink of an eye.

Geng Lian's ten teams dispersed and each advanced along their predetermined routes.

Cao Linghui took the lead, his figure leaping and dodging among the twisted trees at an astonishing speed. The others followed closely behind, not daring to fall behind.

After running for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, someone in the group spoke up.

"Have you noticed—" Wei Gang asked, glancing around as he moved, "the spiritual energy in this [outside the wall] seems particularly thin?"

His words immediately resonated with everyone present.

Wu Dandan frowned and said, "It really is. It's even thinner than the Great Xia Dynasty before the Great Cataclysm."

"Before the Great Cataclysm?" Xiong Ba grinned. "How would you know if you didn't experience that era?"

"You've never experienced this! I'm not a ten-year-old kid!"

Wu Dandan ignored him and continued, "Back then, the spiritual energy had just recovered, and the concentration was only one-tenth of what it is now. But this place—it's probably less than one percent; there are almost no spiritual particles dissipating in the air."

"Could it be that the 'world outside the wall' is not only a dark age, but also an era of Dharma decline?" Hong Xueyi asked with a hint of unease.

The phrase "the end times" weighs heavily on everyone's hearts like a stone.

The scarcity of spiritual energy means that cultivation is difficult, and restoring spiritual power is also difficult.

Without spiritual power, no matter how great one's supernatural abilities or how superb one's martial arts, it's like a skilled cook trying to make a meal without rice.

No one noticed that at the very back of the line, a boy named Xia Xinghan was looking strange, silently stroking his chin.

The world outside the Great Firewall is not the end of the Dharma era.

He just drained her dry.

Ten years, hundreds of billions of cells.

Each one is a miniature star.

Where does that vast energy come from?

The output from the dungeons alone—the magic cores collected by the Temple of Martial Gods—is far from enough.

Therefore, when he was cultivating the [True Explanation of the Refining Aperture of the Universe and Stars], he used the Great Wall, which is 100,000 kilometers long, as a boundary and "borrowed" the spiritual energy from the [world outside the wall].

Hmm—I borrowed a bit too much.

That's it.

Therefore, not only Southeast Asia, but basically all places on Earth except for Bactria have become the Dharma-ending Age.

However, he did not exploit the resources to the fullest extent, and the spirit stone vein remained untouched.

"Even if Earth doesn't send out a distress signal, I will still leave Earth."

"The Earth's resources are not enough for me to power all the cells."

Xia Xinghan, who was lagging behind the group, pondered to himself.

As for where to go, he hasn't decided yet.

They might pass through Hangu Pass to reach the mysterious and dangerous area beyond the pass.

Perhaps we can find a way to open the giant bronze gate of the Valley of Death in the Kunlun Mountains, enter the [Land of the Gods], and fight against the gods together with the Ancestral Dragon and other ancestral spirits!

Everything will have to wait until we deal with the evil god's clone.

"Perhaps it's the effect of the fog," Cao Linghui's voice came from ahead, interrupting the group's discussion. "Never mind that, completing the mission is the most important thing. Everyone put on your gas masks, the miasma is getting thicker."

Everyone quickly fastened their masks.

The jungle ahead became even more eerie and bizarre.

The trees are still there, but their shapes have completely deviated from the normal range.

Some tree trunks are twisted into spirals, as if they have been twisted by something.

Some of the tree bark is covered with eye-like patterns that rotate slightly as they move.

Some branches drooped down, with sac-like objects hanging from their ends, and you could vaguely see something wriggling inside.

The vegetation on the ground was even more bizarre and colorful.

The moss glowed with a faint blue fluorescence, the fern leaves had fine, sharp teeth along their edges, and the vines crawled slowly on the ground like snakes, intertwining with each other and making a sticky, rubbing sound.

The strangest thing was those flowers.

Colorful flowers are blooming everywhere.

It was described as colorful, but the colors were extremely bizarre and terrifying; the red was like blood, the purple like bruises, and the yellow like pus.

They are in various poses, some standing tall and proud, others bowing their heads, swaying gently with a non-existent wind, breathtakingly beautiful, yet also eerily unsettling.

"This place—"

Tian Shu swallowed hard and subconsciously moved closer to Xia Xinghan: "Why does this feel like a Lovecraftian movie?"

Before the words were finished, a flower stirred.

It was an ordinary purple flower by the roadside, about the size of a fist, with thick petals, and looked no different from the surrounding plants.

Whether it was trying to pick on the weak or not, the flower suddenly opened up the moment Xia Xinghan passed by!

The thick, closed petals suddenly curl outwards, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth inside, circle after circle, extending all the way to the depths of the flower's stamen.

That "mouth" was as big as a millstone, and its stem stretched out like a neck, carrying a fishy smell, as it bit towards Xia Xinghan's head!

"Be careful!"

Tian Shu cried out in surprise.

Then he saw it; Xia Xinghan didn't even turn around, he just waved his hand casually.

A wisp of sword energy shot out from his fingertip, as thin as a hair and as delicate as a cicada's wing.

The sword energy split in two in mid-air, then into four, then into eight, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a group of silver fish that swirled and tumbled around the man-eating flower.

A flash of sword light.

The man-eating flower froze.

The next second, it shattered into countless pieces, which fell to the ground.

The silver fish circled in the air, then coalesced into a sword aura, flew back to Xia Xinghan, circled him once, and then dissipated.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

The line fell silent for a moment.

Cao Linghui, who was nimbly leaping among the branches ahead, noticed the commotion, turned around, and glanced back, his gaze lingering slightly on Xia Xinghan.

"【Sword Qi Transformation】?" he asked.

T

"How's the consumption?"

"Not big."

Cao Linghui nodded: "Alright. I'll leave the cleaning of these little things to you."

"OK."

Xia Xinghan responded with a faint "yes".

The procession continued forward.

Tian Shu leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, your sword energy is something else. I didn't even see how you made that move."

Xia Xinghan shook his head and said, "It's just a trivial skill. Actually, I don't use martial arts very often."

Yes, he usually uses super strength and heat vision.

Tian Shu didn't mind and continued rambling on, "Brother, you're too modest. Everyone who comes out to make their way in the outside world has a few tricks up their sleeve."

"Let me tell you the truth, I actually had a very fruitful trip to Yunnan and Guizhou. The treasure bowl not only contained the Nuo ritual divination tool, but also a Nuo opera mask."

This fat guy—

Xia Xinghan glanced at him and couldn't help but shake his head.

In fact, Tian Shu did hide them. His body was covered with various small relics. Although they were not of high quality, they were numerous. Moreover, he used some kind of method to make the relics choose their owners. He was just like Duobao Daoren. No wonder he did not cultivate martial arts.

Tian Shu was unaware that his little secret could not escape Xia Xinghan's X-ray vision.

Xia Xinghan could see clearly what color the underwear he was wearing today.

Of course, he wasn't interested; he was afraid of getting corns from looking at it.

"The Nuo Opera Mask, when removed, reveals the person; when worn, it reveals the divine. The power it can unleash is probably even higher than the apparent status of the artifact," Xia Xinghan said calmly.

"Hehe, you're the one who knows what you're doing, bro."

"I'm starting to suspect that you're the heir being groomed by some powerful family, or a seed from some superpower."

Tian Shu nudged Xia Xinghan with his elbow and whispered, "Brother, I see that your sword qi transformation technique is incredibly skillful. You wouldn't happen to be a direct disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Palace, would you? I heard that the sword immortal is an extraordinary being who attained enlightenment and is the number one offensive disciple under the Martial Ancestor."

Xia Xinghan: "————"

Good heavens, he has transformed himself into his own disciple's disciple.

"Hey, a crane became a sword immortal, isn't that amazing?"

"The Martial Ancestor is truly remarkable. He taught without discrimination, and his personal disciples are now all unimaginable figures and super strong individuals."

Tian Shu also lagged behind the group, walking side by side with Xia Xinghan, and started talking: "To be honest, I have actually met the legendary Martial Ancestor. He was only this young back then."

He gestured with his hand around his waist.

"Who would have thought that the little one from back then would become the sky above the entire Great Xia, a lonely god on earth, guarding the nation's gates alone and protecting hundreds of millions of lives from the doomsday calamity."

"I'm not bragging, but he even called me uncle!" Tian Shu said with a beaming smile.

Xia Xinghan was speechless, too lazy to even expose the fat man.

However, he was also happy to listen to You Shu recount the past.

"And do you know Gu Zhi Qiu? She's the current head of the Weapon Controllers Bureau. I used to be acquainted with her; we even worked together to catch a Relic Hunter."

"You're young, you probably haven't heard of relic hunters."

"Before the Great Cataclysm, there were many relics scattered among the people, which gave rise to these outlaws who would risk everything for these relics. They were a group of desperate and ruthless criminals."

"Sigh, you're good at everything, except you don't talk much, but you're a good listener."

Tian Shu sighed and threw the Nuo ritual divination sticks.

One flat and one convex.

The Holy Grail!

It's ridiculous to use the Holy Grail every time!

The fat man sighed, "Alas, brother, the fortune of your name is too prosperous. If the glorious martial fortune of the entire Great Xia Dynasty is ten measures, the people of the world will share one measure, and the remaining nine measures will all fall on the Martial Ancestor alone. Even if it is leaked to you by a tiny bit, it can interfere with the divination and mystical power of the relics."

"Being by your side makes it impossible to avoid misfortune or good fortune; I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing—"

Xia Xinghan glanced at him: "Then stay away from me."

Tian Shu changed the subject abruptly, his face beaming with a smile: "That won't do. For the [Outside the Wall] trip, I'll only follow you!"

The team ventured another kilometer deeper.

The light in the jungle grew dimmer, and the canopy overhead almost completely blocked out the sky. Only occasionally did a few pale rays of light leak through the gaps, illuminating the ground and forming mottled patches of light.

Something is floating in the air.

At first, no one paid attention, mistaking it for fog or dust. But as they went deeper, the things became denser, like tiny specks of light, the size of fireflies, shimmering with a hazy, iridescent light, drifting through the forest like a dream.

"Don't move."

Cao Linghui suddenly raised his hand, signaling the team to stop.

Everyone immediately stopped.

Cao Linghui stared at the floating specks of light ahead, his eyes slightly narrowed.

If someone looks closely, they will notice a faint, dazzling golden light flowing deep within his pupils.

This is a sign of some kind of martial arts divine eye.

"What's wrong?" Wei Gang asked in a low voice.

Cao Linghui did not answer, but instead reached out and slowly reached for a point of light that had drifted closer.

The moment the fingertip touched the point of light, it exploded.

No, it didn't explode, it came to life.

Countless hair-thin roots burst forth from the light spots, frantically burrowing into Cao Linghui's fingers.

The roots may seem tiny, but even a warrior's skin, which can easily defend against bullets, cannot stop them.

In an instant, roots took hold of his fingers and split off into more, growing wildly like a runaway horse, spreading along his palm like a spider web. Wherever they passed, blood was devoured, and his skin withered away at a visible speed!