Chinese Superman

Chapter 98 There are aliens on Earth

A moment later.

"Pioneer One" hovered over the sea area where the aircraft carrier battle group was once located.

The pale blue disc floated silently without making a sound.

Inside the cabin, everyone stared intently out the porthole, as if frozen in place.

There wasn't a single intact ship on the sea.

Only wreckage remains.

Burning wreckage! Broken wreckage! Overturned wreckage!

Black oil slicks covered the sea surface for dozens of nautical miles, with flickering flames and thick smoke rising straight into the sky like black pillars.

"This is impossible!"

Major General Andrew's voice was hoarse, and his hand was pressed tightly against the porthole, his knuckles turning white.

The arrogant rear admiral of the Star Nation's navy was now filled with shock, bewilderment, and the collapse of his worldview, which had been shattered to pieces.

The pinnacle of modern warfare is as fragile as paper in the face of an extraordinary individual!

Moreover, the losses from this operation were enormous. No benefits were gained, and all three carrier strike groups were wiped out. How much money is that?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

The Kingdom of Stars.

The Hexagon, seven floors underground, the top-secret conference room.

The room has no windows, the walls are made of dark gray sound-absorbing material, and the only lighting comes from the cold white light emitted by the central holographic projector.

There were only five people sitting in the room.

The holographic projection is playing satellite-captured footage, including Xia Xinghan crashing through an aircraft carrier with his bare body, lifting a warship with his bare hands, and withstanding the laser cannon of the Rod of God, etc.

The final shot freezes on the burning sea, where Xia Xinghan has vanished without a trace.

The holographic projection ended, and the lights automatically turned on, shining on the five people.

"The mission failed."

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The president, seated at the head of the table, spoke first.

His voice retained the tone he used when giving a speech, but there was no emotional fluctuation that a human being should have in his tone.

"Yes, it failed."

A general standing nearby chimed in.

His voice sounded completely different from the "President's," yet for some reason, it always gave people a very similar feeling.

Yes, neither of their voices showed the slightest emotional fluctuation!

"The target's demonstrated capabilities exceeded the estimate by 37.6 standard deviations."

"pity."

The third person, the Secretary of State, said, "If we succeed in capturing it, we can then inhabit a more powerful body."

A brief silence followed.

"Can you tell where this alien creature comes from?" the President asked.

Scientist A replied, "While biological samples are lacking, it can be preliminarily determined that the physiological structure is carbon-based, and the appearance is highly similar to that of Homo sapiens on Earth."

"But his energy response—doesn't match any known galactic civilization in the database."

"Strange, given the structure and characteristics of carbon-based organisms, can they really achieve his strength?" Scientist B wondered.

"Could it be that he's also wearing something like a [high-dimensional cloak]?"

"It's unclear; there's a lack of samples, so we can't draw any conclusions."

The president said, "So, it's not from our galaxy."

"That's right."

"This planet, despite having a civilization level of only 0.72 and not even fully controlling its home planet," the Secretary of State said slowly, "is shrouded in mystery."

"A planet where spiritual energy has been restored, ancient relics exist, and a cultivation system exists—it's truly an incredible planet."

The President lightly tapped the table with his finger, and the holographic screen switched—displaying a global map of spiritual energy concentration distribution, the locations where artifacts were unearthed in various places, and a graph showing the fluctuation of spiritual energy concentration.

"Has the source of the spiritual substance been investigated?" the President asked.

"There has been no substantial progress yet."

The general shook his head.

"This energy seems to arise out of thin air, defying the law of conservation of mass-energy. Our detectors can detect its existence, but cannot trace its source. It's as if—the planet itself is 'breathing,' exhaling this substance that we cannot comprehend."

Scientist A stated, "We speculate that spiritual matter may be related to the planetary consciousness of this planet."

In cosmological classification, there is a similar type of planet called a "living planet," but after comparing data from various sources, Earth cannot be a "living planet." The "will that gave birth to it" is closer to an Eastern term.

"What?"

"The Way of Heaven".

"The Way of Heaven?" For the first time, the President's voice showed emotion. "A, have you been studying Eastern metaphysics lately?"

Stop! We come from a higher civilization; we should believe in science.

Scientist A calmly replied, "Metaphysics may not necessarily be a form of science."

"Alright, let's get back to the life form from that different galaxy."

"Should we continue to capture him?" the Secretary of State asked.

"Not for now."

"Xia Xinghan's combat power is approaching the threshold of a planetary-level individual. Forcibly capturing him in Xia Country might come at a cost exceeding our means; if the remaining three high-dimensional cloaks are damaged, it would be a net loss."

"and----"

The president paused, then said, "We must not forget our ultimate goal."

"So, what's next?"

"Observe, record, analyze."

"Accelerate the replacement plan." The replacement of high-ranking officials in the Star Nation is 38% complete, and the replacement process in major allies is about to begin.

"Furthermore, in the name of the Star Kingdom, we will pressure the Xia Kingdom to hand over Xia Xinghanyi."

"Of course they won't hand it over, but this will create conflict and divert attention."

"Furthermore, we should incite Western countries to clash with the Xia Kingdom. As an immigrant nation, the Zhongxing Kingdom lacks cultural heritage and possesses too few relics. It can only obtain more data samples through third parties."

The meeting room fell silent again.

"Proceed according to the established plan. Meeting adjourned."

The five people nodded simultaneously, their movements eerily synchronized.

They stood up and left the meeting room.

The lights gradually went out.

On the vast sea, Xia Xinghan moved at an extremely fast speed, and the outline of the land could already be seen at the horizon.

Just then, the communication bracelet on his wrist vibrated.

Xia Xinghan slowed down and answered the phone.

"Feed?"

"Xiao Xinghan, are you alright?" Old Qian's voice came.

Although the Tianyan satellite confirmed that Xia Xinghan was not seriously injured, the old man was still somewhat worried.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm fine," Xia Xinghua said in a relaxed tone. "I just warmed up."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communication line, followed by Qian Lao's voice, a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "You warmed up—you little brat, you warmed up three carrier battle groups! What kind of talk is that!"

"They attacked first," Xia Xinghan said innocently. "I was just acting in self-defense."

"Did they strike first?"

"Hmm—I sensed they were about to make their move, so I decided to strike first."

Qian Lao's laughter came from the other end of the communication bracelet.

"You've finally gotten your revenge. Old Guo went to meet you, but he almost got trapped in Takamagahara, the residence of the Grand Master of the Imperial Palace in Japan. Luckily, he managed to escape in the end."

"Hey, your wristband's location signal suddenly went out. We could only deduce your location from your previous trajectory. Who knew we'd fall into their trap?"

At this point, Mr. Qian felt deeply remorseful.

His concern led him astray, almost causing a powerful official to fall into exile overseas.

Xia Xinghan was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood the reason.

Plain gauze robes can block signals!

"As expected of a legendary martial art, the invisibility is quite thorough."

"At least the ending is good. Old Guo's methods of saving his life are cunning—no doubt about it," Xia Xinghan comforted him.

Old Qian's tone turned serious: "Little Xinghan, you've done a great job this time. What reward would you like?"

Xia Xinghan's eyes lit up: "Grandpa Qian, is everything ready?"

"Everything's ready. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Old Qian smiled kindly. "You'll see when you get back to base."

"OK!"

Communication ended.

Xia Xinghan accelerated his flight, and a few minutes later, he had crossed the coastline and was speeding towards Wudang Mountain.

Tianzhu Peak

Night fell, and the sky was filled with stars.

However, the entire Wudang Mountain was shrouded in a soft white light, and strange phenomena appeared, such as a dragon's shadow encircling the mountain and a black tortoise carrying a peak.

That is the "aura" formed by the rich spiritual energy, and the reflection of the profound heritage after the restoration of the ruins.

During the day, the sunlight is so intense that it is difficult to detect, but at night it becomes much clearer and visible to the naked eye.

It truly lives up to its name as a holy site!

In addition, if a revived relic chooses a master, the master can activate the relic, lock the sacred site, and achieve the effect of sealing off the mountain.

If the ruins have not chosen a rightful owner, they must be occupied and sealed off by force.

Xia Xinghan landed on the summit platform.

"call"

Under the autonomous operation of "The True Explanation of Refining the Apertures of the Universe and the Stars", spiritual matter within a radius of several miles surged towards him like iron filings encountering a magnet, pouring into his limbs, bones, and internal organs.

This range will expand as the number of cells he "lights up" increases!

For a moment, the sacred aura surrounding the mountain peaks dimmed somewhat.

In front of the Golden Palace.

Master Zhang, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at this scene, he raised his white eyebrows slightly and said in surprise, "Fellow Daoist's self-created technique is truly remarkable."

Xia Xinghan's body was like a bottomless pit, which could not be filled by any amount of spiritual energy. He immediately stopped circulating his energy, suppressed his aura, and the vortex of spiritual mist centered on him slowly dissipated.

"Master Zhang".

Xia Xinghan bowed and asked directly, "Do you know of any unclaimed remnants of resurrection in the world?"

Master Zhang rose to return the greeting, lightly flicked his whisk, stroked his beard, shook his head and smiled, "Fellow Daoist's question has stumped this humble Daoist."

"As far as I know, all sacred mountains in the world have owners." If not, they are simply famous mountains, rivers, and historical sites that are either about to recover or have not yet recovered.

"It's about to recover—for example?"

"Regarding intelligence, fellow Daoist, you'll probably have to consult Layman Qian."

Xia Xinghan nodded.

That's true; when it comes to intelligence, the state definitely holds the most.

"I'm on my way to the base."

"Remember to bring Laywoman Gu with you," Master Zhang said. "She is cultivating in the Purple Cloud Palace to consolidate her Innate Realm."

Half an incense stick later.

A clear, resonant dragon's roar echoed across the peaks, and two dragon shadows entwined with clouds soared into the sky, flying out of the "spiritual halo" and disappearing into the end of the night.

The entrance to a base deep in the mountains somewhere in North China.

Mr. Qian and Lin Tingwan were already waiting there.

Besides them, there were dozens of researchers, staff, and various tools.

"Welcome home, little hero." Old Qian said with a broad smile, leaning on his cane.