Chapter 344 Kunlun Re-enters the World

The twelve "Golden Elixir Blazing Sun" wheels floated steadily.

With a steady stream of top-grade recovery pills and spiritual liquids delivered by the logistics engineers, the Golden Core stage sword cultivators had extremely abundant true essence reserves, and their radiance showed no signs of diminishing.

But this is ultimately a waste of high-level combat power.

In the heavy industry cultivation system, the role of human power is always supplementary, not the norm.

In the darkness below, dozens of thruster exhaust plumes shot into the sky.

Ma Cheng led his engineering team, dragging three huge standard shipping containers to the defense line.

"Captain Chen! Change the light! Let the Golden Core cultivators have some free time!"

Ma Cheng smashed open the physical lock of the shipping container with one punch.

Hundreds of silver metal spheres, each the size of a millstone, automatically popped out and floated in the vacuum. This was the strategic artifact—the [Golden Crow-III] High-Frequency Shadowless Energy Storage Lamp Array—produced by Earth's Third Heavy Industry within two hours through an emergency production line and at full speed.

"Golden Core, retract your true essence! Switch to Light Source Number Two!" Chen Ge issued the command.

The twelve Golden Core cultivators instantly withdrew their Dharma forms.

Almost simultaneously, hundreds of Golden Crow drones ignited. Industrial-grade light-gathering arrays, powered by high-purity spirit stones, instantly took over the defensive line. The light intensity not only didn't weaken, but due to the matrix arrangement, every blind spot was completely eliminated.

"Engineering team, start painting!" Ma Cheng shouted into the channel.

A dozen or so specially made spiritual pressure spray guns were aimed at the defense force's formation.

hiss hiss hiss—

Large swaths of matte, deathly gray explosion-proof coating were roughly sprayed onto the monks' titanium steel heavy armor and masks.

"Cover up all the reflective spots. This is a direct order from the Kyoto General Staff," Ma Cheng said as he sprayed the paint, "to prevent that bastard from using reflections as a trick."

Ten minutes later, the construction team left.

Five hundred renovation workers, clad in a deathly gray, light-absorbing coating, stood bathed in intense sunlight. No shadows, no reflections; the defensive line was like an impenetrable iron plate.

Just when everyone thought this combination of moves had completely blocked the opponent's infiltration routes.

Chen Ge's gaze swept over the tactical head-up display (HUD), and his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the radar panel, the total number of dots representing the vital signs of friendly forces jumped out as a cold, hard number:

[Current number of friendly forces in the area: 501]

There's one more.

A suppressed gasp immediately came from the third team's channel.

"Captain... the guy next to me... his armor number is exactly the same as mine. His spiritual pressure is even synchronized with mine..."

Panic was just beginning to surface.

"All personnel, tactical silence! Close your eyes!"

Chen Ge's roar pounded directly into everyone's eardrums.

There was no nonsense, no unnecessary pre-battle mobilization or psychological preparation.

Since a counterfeit product has slipped in, let's filter it out.

Chen Ge directly accessed the encrypted data link with the Guanghan Base's central control room.

"Xu Zhao, a counterfeit mimic has infiltrated the defense line. Activate the underlying 'Identification Friend or Foe (IFF)' system and issue a dynamic key!"

Deep within the Guanghan Base, Xu Zhao's hands moved across the keyboard, leaving only a blur of motion.

Your Void Monster can mimic a shell, a heartbeat, and even spiritual pressure.

But you absolutely cannot replicate the physical encryption algorithm of the Earth's supercomputing matrix, which refreshes 256 times per second!

"All channels locked. Key distributed."

……

Above the defense line.

Five hundred blindfolded Xuanwu armors simultaneously received a string of extremely complex low-level data packets from the systems inside their helmets.

The physical motherboard and array AI embedded in the armor responded quickly, decrypting, offsetting, and handshaking the data sent from the base with the hardware key it carried.

drop--!

Almost at the same time.

Five hundred genuine human cultivators, their tactical indicator lights on the chests of their armor emitted a bright green light, signifying successful verification.

And on the edge of the third squad's formation.

There was a "Mystic Armor" that was disguised exactly like the cultivator next to it in terms of appearance, wear and tear, and spiritual pressure fluctuations.

Its chest was a deathly darkness.

It does not have a built-in geophysical motherboard.

It did not burn the Academy of Sciences' code.

It also lacks an underlying communication port for receiving encrypted data.

"Tactical network self-check complete."

Xu Zhao's cold voice rang in Chen Ge's ears, carrying the arrogance unique to industrial civilization.

"Abnormal individual has been identified. Handshake protocol failed. Coordinates have been synchronized to your tactical helmet."

Chen Ge slowly opened his eyes.

On the mask's head-up display, amidst a screen full of green friendly glowing dots, a glaring blood-red "X" was flashing wildly.

Chen Ge gripped the ship-slaying sword tightly.

This is the charm of industrial cultivation.

"Third squad, seventh group."

Chen Ge's voice rang out on the channel, carrying an unquestionable death sentence.

"On your left, three meters away, is that metal lump on the chest that doesn't have a green light?"

"Don't look at its face. Close your eyes."

"Greatsword, smash it!"

boom!

The six remodelers closest to the disguised object didn't even open their eyes to see what it actually looked like.

They only trust the directional coordinates transmitted from the tactical system.

Six extremely heavy and thick titanium steel greatswords, carrying violent physical kinetic energy, slammed down on the coordinate point from six different blind spots.

The disguised "armor" seemed to realize it had been exposed; the titanium steel on its chest suddenly split open like flesh and blood, attempting to release high-dimensional pollution and distortion.

But it was too late.

Bang--!!

Six heavy swords slammed solidly into its body.

The ultimate physical quality crushes.

The body that had just materialized and was attempting to trigger a killing through its gaze was instantly shattered like a rotten tomato struck by a hammer under the combined pressure of thousands of kilograms of kinetic energy.

There was no flying blood and flesh, only a cloud of extremely thick black water and deathly gray ashes scattered in the vacuum.

"Fire it up!" Chen Ge shouted.

As the six cultivators channeled their true essence, the [Extreme Yang Remnant Flame Array Pattern] on their swords suddenly burst into flames.

The high-dimensional residue that hadn't even had a chance to spread was burned to nothing by the high temperature, leaving not even a trace of its original form.

The numbers on the radar jumped back to a very reassuring level:

[Current number of friendly forces in the area: 500]

Five hundred monks reopened their eyes in the bright light.

They stared at the empty vacuum, breathing heavily, but the fear in their eyes caused by the unknown had vanished.

The monsters could kill with their shadows, so they created hundreds of artificial suns to erase the shadows.

The monsters would disguise themselves as allies, so they used encrypted identification protocols for physical virus removal.

"Don't stop being on guard."

Chen Ge gripped the ship-slaying sword, coldly surveying the deep space illuminated by the light.

"Whether it's a ghost story or an abyss."

"As long as it dares to show its health bar."

"We dare to wipe him out."

……

The tactical crisis has been resolved.

After several hours of absolute silence, the Kyoto Joint Control Room received a top-secret report from the Guanghan Base Deep Detection Array.

Inside the command center, 700 meters underground, the atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"Professor Wang, the black gate has stopped overflowing."

Lin Feng braced his hands on the edge of the holographic projection table, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. He pushed a thermal perspective image of the moon's interior onto the main screen.

"But in the past three hours, its physical volume has expanded by 15 percent."

On the screen, the colossal object buried deep within the lunar mantle, which had originally emitted highly unstable dark red radiation, now exhibited an extremely restrained and profound energy spectrum, like a massive vortex frantically inhaling air.

Wang Mingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the grayish-white moon projected on the screen.

"It's building up its power."

Wang Mingyuan's voice was completely calm.

"Once it has accumulated enough energy, the gate will open completely. What will emerge is the main force."

The military representative stood up with a grave expression: "Professor Wang, if the door is truly opened completely, can the Guanghan base hold out?"

The entire command center fell into dead silence.

"Even if we can't hold them, we have to stay there." Wang Mingyuan turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife. "The moon is our only buffer zone. If we can't intercept them from 380,000 kilometers away, the battlefield will fall directly onto Earth."

"Our heavy industrial production lines are all on the ground. Once the defenses are breached by a higher-dimensional tearing technique, our arsenals will be instantly paralyzed."

Lin Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses.

"We need a shell. An absolute defense system that can completely envelop the entire Earth and withstand the tearing of higher dimensions and the interference of rules."

"The formation won't work." The chief expert of the formation team immediately shook his head, covered in cold sweat. "A formation that can envelop a planet would require an astronomical number of spiritual energy nodes. Moreover, with our current level of formation expertise, we simply cannot inscribe such a high-level complex formation pattern."

Wang Mingyuan fell silent.

Although he was enthusiastic about promoting industrial cultivation, he was well aware of the limits of the current combination of human technology and cultivation.

Sword making, exoskeleton making, and shadowless lamp making all fall within the framework of physics.

However, to armor a planet with absolute defense is completely beyond the comprehension of Earth's current civilization.

"We...can't do it."

Wang Mingyuan closed his eyes, clenching his fists so tightly that his nails almost pierced his palms.

……

Kunlun. Heavenly Palace on the Clouds.

Gu Qing sat high on the throne, his gaze piercing through the clouds, calmly watching the command center beneath Kyoto, an atmosphere filled with despair.

"Achieving this level is already the limit of the mortal industrial system."

Gu Qing tapped her fingertips lightly on the bronze armrest.

The defenses on the far side of the moon, the encrypted identification protocol, and the use of intense light to erase the rules of the supernatural tales.

Gu Qing was very satisfied with the answer sheet that humanity had submitted. They did not kneel down and pray at the first sign of danger, but instead used every physical and logical means to resist.

But precisely because of this, the "despair and resilience" accumulated in the hearts of billions of ordinary people when facing the unknown abyss has been squeezed out to its most mellow degree.

Gu Qing slowly stood up, a golden glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Next, it's time for 'mythology' to lock this planet."

He gripped it with his hand in return.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, a massive amount of faith power instantly ignited.

A blue jade slip, exuding an ancient, vast aura that seemed capable of suppressing all the heavens and myriad worlds, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

This is a planetary-level defense concept that Gu Qing redeemed from the depths of the system—the [Nine Provinces Nine Cauldrons Star Anchoring Array].

This level of grand formation is simply beyond the design capabilities of current Earth cultivators. It involves dimensional sealing, the reshaping of earth veins, and the forced binding of stellar magnetic fields.

"clang--!"

A distant, desolate sound, as if from the ancient wilderness, suddenly rang out atop the Kunlun Mountains.

The sound of the bell transformed into tangible golden sound waves, instantly dispersing the perpetually shrouded sea of ​​clouds over Kunlun.

On the three thousand white marble steps below the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top, in the square, and inside the weapon-refining pavilion, countless Kunlun disciples who were in seclusion, practicing formations, and breathing in spiritual energy all opened their eyes at the same time.

They felt an overwhelming, irresistible pressure emanating from the clouds.

"Imperial Edict of Kunlun!"

All the disciples immediately stopped what they were doing, walked out of the Taoist temple in unison, faced the direction of the main peak, knelt on one knee, and looked extremely fanatical and devout.

Gu Qing's voice, without the aid of any amplification device, resounded directly in the minds of all the Kunlun disciples.

"The gates of deep space are about to open; a great calamity is imminent."

"Mortals build defenses on the far side of the moon with steel and flesh, but our home planet has no armor to defend against higher dimensions."

"Such a massive project cannot be solved by ordinary heavy industry workers alone."

Gu Qing's illusory figure slowly emerged in the sky above Kunlun, like a god looking down upon all living beings.

He looked down at the thousands of Kunlun elites below who had already achieved mastery of their skills.

"All disciples of Kunlun, heed my command!"

"From this day forward, the mountain-sealing formation is closed! All disciples at the Golden Core stage and above must enter the mortal realm!"

"With my battle formation diagram, I enter the mortal realm to oversee the grand scheme!"

"With the divine sense and true essence of you cultivators, and with the immense power of Earth's industrial infrastructure, forge nine world-suppressing cauldrons for this land of nine provinces!"

"This disciple will humbly obey the Daoist Master's decree! I would gladly die for it!"

On Mount Kunlun, tens of thousands of cultivators roared in unison.

The sound surged straight into the sky, scattering the snowflakes that filled the air.

Countless sword lights rose from Kunlun, like a meteor shower flowing backwards, carrying an unstoppable sharpness, rushing towards all directions of the earth and major heavy industrial bases.

The immortals who have gone into seclusion will eventually fall back to the mortal world when civilization is on the verge of death, and become one with the gears and oil of mortals.

……