Chapter 347 Earth Vein Repulsion and Extreme Yang Rampage

"Bang!"

A porcelain teacup bearing the logo of "Third Heavy Industry" crashed to the floor, chipping off a large piece of paint. Scalding hot tea splashed onto Lin Feng's trouser leg, but he didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"The thrust has exceeded 150,000 tons! And it's still going up!" Lin Feng shouted at the top of his lungs. The main server unit behind him was humming under the strain, and the cooling fan was spinning like a helicopter propeller.

"Professor Wang, the placement of the first eight cauldrons is equivalent to blocking all eight of Earth's vents. Now, the geological pressure accumulated across the entire planet over billions of years is all congesting at Kunlun, this last outlet!"

Wang Mingyuan strode to the screen, staring at the wildly fluctuating data waves: "How much more is needed for the array core latches of Cauldron No. 9?"

"It can't bite! This isn't a problem of physical thrust at all!" The head of the array group grabbed his messy hair and pointed to the spiritual pressure topology map on the screen. "The No. 9 Cauldron is the ultimate hub of the [Nine Cauldrons of the Nine Provinces Star Anchoring Array], which is to support the global array pattern closed loop."

The malevolent energy surging up from below was so violent that it collided with the array patterns on the base, creating a strong repulsive spiritual pressure!

On the large screen, the live feed of Kunlun's "Death Valley" was shaking violently.

A fierce wind, carrying ice shards and a strong earthy smell, swirled in the abyss.

The three-thousand-ton star iron base is currently suspended a dozen meters above the abyss.

Without using any cranes or anti-gravity equipment, it was entirely held in mid-air by the solidified, dark blue-green earth vein energy gushing out from below.

"Number three winch! Pull it tight! Don't let it tip over!"

Zhao Yi gripped the roll cage of an engineering mech tightly with one arm, facing the gale-force winds strong enough to blow a person away, and roared into the walkie-talkie.

Around the abyss, the tracks of more than a dozen heavy engineering mechs had already scratched deep grooves into the rocks, and the thick alloy towing ropes were stretched taut, trying to drag this three-thousand-ton iron lump into the ley line slot.

"Creak—"

A sickening metallic twisting sound suddenly came from the surface of the base.

Zhao Yi peeked out and looked down, and his eye twitched violently.

The array patterns on the base, which should have been cyan, were now tinged with a dangerous dark red. The surrounding star iron material itself began to radiate intense heat.

"Instructor Zhao! The No. 3 array pattern is overheating!" A combat engineer hanging on the edge of the cliff shouted a warning. His bomb suit was already emitting white smoke from the high temperature.

The intense friction between the earth's ley line energy and the star iron array patterns triggered an extremely terrifying spiritual heat effect.

This wasn't the high temperature of magma, but pure "extreme yang rampage." The immense spiritual pressure collided wildly within the narrow gap, treating the array patterns as resistance, and continuously generating extreme yang fire that scorched divine consciousness.

"The star iron on the base surface shows signs of melting! The edges of the physical latches are starting to soften!" The engineer slapped his thigh in frustration. "The extreme yang rampage has burned and deformed the spiritual energy circuits along the engraved lines!"

"Cool down! Where are the water-element cultivators? Suppress this evil fire for me!" Zhao Yi ordered through gritted teeth.

Above the sinkhole, thirty Kunlun Golden Core stage sword cultivators dressed in blue Taoist robes stepped forward in unison.

Without further ado, thirty flying swords were unsheathed simultaneously.

"Form the Mystic Ice Formation!"

Thirty golden pills circulated wildly, and the extreme cold true essence transformed into ferocious ice dragons that roared and crashed into the reddened base.

"Sizzle—!"

The moment the ice dragon touched the area within ten meters of the base, before it could even generate water vapor, it was instantly vaporized into nothingness by the Extreme Yang True Fire. The two extreme energies collided in mid-air, creating a visible shockwave that overturned several engineering mechs on the cliff edge.

"Pfft!" Several early-stage Golden Core cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation levels groaned as their protective true essence was backfired by the extreme yang energy, causing blood to spill from the corners of their mouths and their flying swords to shake violently.

Kyoto main control room.

"It's no use! Conventional Five Elements techniques can't suppress this rampaging extreme Yang energy at all!" The person in charge of the formation slammed his fist on the table. "This fire was started by the clash of formation patterns. As long as the earth's veins keep surging upwards, and as long as Cauldron Nine continues its forced connection, this fire cannot be extinguished!"

Lin Feng stared intently at the micrometer scan on the screen: "The temperature has exceeded the critical value! The dovetail groove of the base has undergone a 0.01 mm spiritual energy deformation! The physical circuit doesn't match!"

This is a complete dead end.

If the tolerance exceeds 0.01 millimeters, the plug will not fit into the socket. If forced to compress it, the 3,000-ton star iron base will shatter directly; if it is not compressed, the array patterns of the first eight cauldrons will not form a closed loop, and this planetary-level defensive shield will be a leaky sieve.

Wang Mingyuan braced his hands on the table, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

"What if we forcibly remove Cauldron No. 9, allowing the earth's veins to release pressure?"

"Absolutely not!" The person in charge of the formation immediately shook his head. "Nine times nine equals one. Without this main array eye, the array patterns on the first eight cauldrons will instantly explode due to energy overload!"

Just as the command room fell into an extremely oppressive silence.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

In the corner of the main control room, the red control console, which was connected to a deep space exploration array 380,000 kilometers away, suddenly emitted an extremely sharp and piercing sound.

An officer in charge of lunar orbit monitoring suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt that he knocked over the chair behind him, the metal back of the chair hitting the floor with a dull thud.

"Professor Wang! Deep space radar warning from Guanghan Base!"

"The far side of the moon... the door opened!"

The large screen instantly split in two.

On the left is the Kunlun No. 9 Cauldron, which is struggling to hold on amidst the extreme heat and whose fasteners are gradually melting away.

To the right is the deep, desolate far side of the moon.

380,000 kilometers away. A two-kilometer vacuum defense line at the Guanghan base.

The deathly gray light-absorbing coating on Chen Ge's body had been mostly rubbed off by the previous battle, revealing the dark gold armor underneath, which was covered in scratches. He gripped the Star Iron Ship-Slaying Blade, hovering like an iron tower at the edge of the artificial sun's light.

The only sounds on the communication channel were the soldiers' heavy breathing and the hissing of the armored vehicle's circulatory system.

"Captain Chen, the radar is responding." The deputy captain's voice rang out on the channel, revealing a hint of tension that was hard to hide.

"Boom..."

In the vacuum where there was no medium for sound transmission, the five hundred cultivators simultaneously felt a physical shock that pierced their brains.

Below lies the deep Aitken Basin.

The black crack, which had expanded to its limit, opened up extremely slowly.

There was no more of that previous drizzling, blind descent, and no more tentative residue.

As the crack was fully opened, a thick, black torrent, seemingly capable of swallowing even light, erupted without warning from the depths of the lunar crust. Like a deep-sea oil well forcibly breached by high pressure, it filled the radar screen instantly with extreme cold and deathly stillness.

"Extremely high-density void entity detected!"

"They're...in organized units!"

On Chen Ge's tactical mask, the red warning light stretched into a sea of ​​blood.

From that black torrent, what surged forth was no longer aimless slime. Although two kilometers away, the optical observation telescope had already captured the enormous silhouettes churning in the black water: limbs as large as heavy trucks, gigantic gray-white pupil-less eyes, and twisted bodies that completely defied the structure of three-dimensional life.

They didn't roar; they simply surged densely along the weightless vacuum, like a black tsunami collapsing upwards, towards the two-kilometer defense line.

"Everyone has it!"

Chen Ge roared in the public channel, gripping the hilt of his warship-slaying sword tightly with both hands, and the hydraulic mask snapped shut instantly.

"Form ranks! Blade Wheels!"

Five hundred heavy Xuanwu armored vehicles instantly contracted their formation in the vacuum, their back thrusters bursting out dazzling tail flames.

Inside the Earth Control Center.

Wang Mingyuan looked at the black tsunami looming over him on the right screen, then turned to look at the No. 9 cauldron on the left screen, which was unable to settle down due to the rampage of the extreme yang.

Over the communication channel, Zhao Yi's hoarse roar continued: "The temperature can't be controlled! Professor Wang, the array pattern melting rate has reached thirty percent! The latches on Cauldron No. 9 are about to fail!"

Earth's shield is stuck in the last 0.01 millimeters of gap, while the spear on the moon has already met the first real impact of the higher-dimensional void.