The Elysium Across Deep Space

In a way, the fishing line Wang Xuan offered was of superior quality; had it been used for its intended purpose of fishing for heavenly medicine, it would have undoubtedly been effective and even better.

Huang Kun's body trembled uncontrollably, barely containing his urge to smash Wang Xuan into a pulp, as the situation had turned disastrously against him.

"I acted in good faith, offering a superior fishing line out of sincerity," Wang Xuan shook his head. "I never anticipated you would treat me this way."

Hearing these words, Huang Kun felt like exploding on the spot!

Wang Xuan continued, "I thought too highly of you. As celestial beings, you've discarded the purest and most beautiful essence of humanity: kindness. Your malice has seeped into your bones, corrupting the deepest part of your souls."

His voice was calm, without any intense emotion, yet this tranquility was like adding salt to Huang Kun's wounds. This understated approach was akin to a second injury, more unbearable for Huang Kun and the others.

Indeed, if the celestial beings hadn't harbored malicious intentions, such a tragic event would never have occurred. It was a situation wrought by their own doing.

Huang Kun closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the super material, controlling himself, and refraining from lashing out lethally.

He was acutely aware of being duped, feeling bitter and pained. The fact that he was being "lectured" in this manner by Wang Xuan only added to his torment.

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The faces of the celestial beings were grim, finding it hard to accept that a young man, who had only recently transcended the realm of mortals in the present world, had taught them a lesson.

Huang Kun thought of the mechanical being, cursing silently. Why did it interfere? If the original fishing line had been returned directly, perhaps he would have inspected it more carefully. He felt a deep sense of malice, convinced that all of this was a setup by Wang Xuan, waiting for them to err.

The No. 5 mechanical being, having barely escaped the area, was overheating from its intense observation of the conversation. Its symbols flickered wildly before a part of its energy circuit board exploded in overexcitement, causing it to smoke.

Realizing the danger of staying, it quickly fled, as its core and metallic body were on the brink of exhaustion and complete shutdown.

Wang Xuan was about to speak again, but Huang Kun couldn't bear to hear his voice any longer. Each word, each phrase felt like torture, a humiliation, as if he were being ground against the floor.

In a flash, Huang Kun charged at Wang Xuan, grabbing him not only to silence him but also to exact a severe price. Wang Xuan, bound by three ripples of energy constructed from runes, found it difficult to fight back fiercely.

Undoubtedly, during the inspection at Huang's ancestral shrine, Huang Kun had laid this dark trap. "Can't you just be a good person?" Wang Xuan asked, looking at him.

But Huang Kun was determined not to let him speak again. He pinned Wang Xuan in front of the hazy curtain, tearing open his palm, letting blood flow freely to have direct contact with the fishing hook, bypassing the line. This way, the "human channel" would become a one-time consumable, unable to be used again.

"You exist solely to become a path for immortals, to guide the return of the celestial beings!" Huang Kun said coldly, his words chilling to the bone.

Today, he had made a significant mistake, antagonized by a young man from the present world in a seemingly indifferent manner, leading to the near extinction of seven beings from beyond the curtain.

In front of the curtain, the remains of the seven experts disintegrated completely after their flesh and blood exploded, leaving not even a trace of blood, just whiffs of smoke. It was as if they had never existed in this world, their existence erased by the Old Covenant.

Their souls decayed rapidly, leaving only faint shadows. Without the protection of an extraordinary being, they would vanish within days.

The seven, in despair, looked towards the curtain, hoping for the fully armored extraordinary figure to break free from his confines and rescue them.

Wang Xuan's palm merged with the fishing hook, his entire body pressed against the curtain. He stared at the silent and terrifying figures within. Despite the catastrophe, the beings inside remained composed, observing him coldly. The area was dense with celestial substances, indicating their immense strength.

According to the No. 5 mechanical being's classification, the entities behind the curtain were akin to innate demons and gods. If such beings could emerge intact with their current power, even a single one could annihilate all the transcendent beings of the present world.

As for the extraordinary figure standing still, as if across the ages, seemingly belonging to the ancient mythological era, he was even more terrifying, not moving an inch. His mere breath distorted the super-material and twisted time and space!

Someone moved, touching the fishing hook, trying to penetrate into Wang Xuan's flesh and forcibly open his inner scene.

"Some beings in the curtain are spiritual entities, while others possess flesh and blood, a coexistence of real matter and spiritual energy," Wang Xuan spoke, his gaze fixed on the figures behind the curtain.

Yet, he seemed to be enduring pain, frowning as something approached along his bleeding palm.

With a thud, Huang Kun struck him, unable to tolerate his calm demeanor in the face of imminent death. What Huang Kun most wanted to see was Wang Xuan's fear and panic.

Wang Xuan glanced at Huang Kun and said, "From beginning to end, it's been nothing but malice from you, and yet you think it's my fault?"

Huang Kun replied grimly, "Just a pile of rotten flesh and a few broken bones, barely alive and still trying to act tough? If it wasn't for the need of your inner scene pathway, do you think I'd let you be so defiant?"contemporary romance

He restrained from acting further, fearing that destabilizing Wang Xuan's physical inner scene might affect the return of the transcendent beings.

Externally, signals were intermittent. Detectors struggled to capture clear images of Jinding Mountain due to the intense concentration of super-material, which had destroyed many expensive devices. Only blurry distant scenes were visible, showing Wang Xuan confronting entities within the curtain, enveloped in a hazy layer, stirring intense unease.

Observers from all around wondered if those were transcendent beings. They had just witnessed someone explode in front of Wang Xuan, turning into ashes.

Intermittent crackling noises indicated weakening signals, leaving various organizations in shock. What exactly was happening at Jinding Mountain?

"Can't open it!" Wang Xuan expressed anxiety as he tried unsuccessfully to open his inner scene pathway for the transcendent beings crossing through the curtain, attempting to forcibly access it.

In the haziness, he could discern some vague figures, indicating a special inner scene space, but why was he repeatedly failing?

"Time is precious, further delays might lead to unforeseen disasters," someone said.

Several more transcendent beings moved along the fishing line, trying to invade Wang Xuan's bleeding palm to forcefully open the unique inner scene space.

"Cooperate with me!" Huang Kun's face twisted in frustration. His errors today had led to a tragedy for seven experts behind the curtain. Now, he couldn't afford another mishap. If something went wrong again, he would rather end his own life than face that extraordinary figure from behind the curtain.

Wang Xuan ignored Huang Kun and instead turned to the figures beyond the curtain, pondering, "In the world behind the curtain, are those with flesh and blood original inhabitants or reconstituted bodies? What exactly is your state?"

He compared this situation with his experience in a strange world accessed through the mist risen from his life-earth, where both physical and spiritual entities coexisted.

If there is a connection between the two worlds, Wang Xuan thought, finding the right moment could allow him to achieve much.

Huang Kun, unable to tolerate Wang Xuan's inquisitiveness, was exasperated. "The man facing death yet still full of questions, truly fearless due to ignorance!" he thought.

In a drastic change from his earlier gentleness in the ancestral temple, Huang Kun grasped Wang Xuan's neck tightly, his face darkening. In a chilling voice, he ordered, "Shut up and behave!"

Wang Xuan responded coldly, "You'd better let go of me and show some respect."

Huang Kun laughed bitterly, infuriated. He, who had ascended to immortality, was being disrespected again and again by a young man from the modern world.

However, he stiffened momentarily, aware of the transcendent beings watching him from behind the curtain. Their displeasure was evident – was this the time for personal grudges?

Silently releasing his grip, Huang Kun's mind was filled with one thought: Endurance.

Staring at Wang Xuan, he already considered him a dead man, envisioning the disintegration of his spirit and body. "What does your special inner scene matter now? There's no time left for you to grow!"

Wang Xuan turned to Huang Kun and retorted, "Why do you despise and hold hostility towards me? In truth, it should be me who finds your true nature abhorrent."

"If ancient beings and transcendent figures are all like you, then it's better to eliminate them all. You're not benevolent."

Huang Kun calmed himself, speaking indifferently, "Your inner scene will perish, and your real body will rot. That is your destiny. I won't argue with you now."

"I will hold you accountable," declared Wang Xuan.

Huang Kun chuckled dismissively, looking down on Wang Xuan and not bothering to engage further in conversation.

At the horizon, a warship appeared, crossing the sky at incredible speed. It wasn't particularly large, a mid-sized vessel, but its icy exterior still exuded a terrifying presence. This war machine, once fully operational, could easily devastate cities, pierce the earth, and shatter mountains.

Inside the ship, a middle-aged man from the Grey Blood organization was sweating profusely. "We don't take on domestic tasks. The financial conglomerates and major organizations will sanction us. No one is allowed to use warships on the New World," he worried.

Old Chen sat in the control room, his gaze fixed on the screen, radiating lethal intent. A glance back at the man sent shivers down his spine, silencing his protest.

"We know our limits," said Chen Yongjie, giving him a look before walking aside. He then pulled out a small, yellow gourd, and astonishingly, Wang Xuan leaped out from it.

"Why doesn't the Sun family face any issues for such actions? Perhaps we should fly under their banner," Wang Xuan suggested from within the warship.

The middle-aged man, recognizing Wang Xuan and hearing this suggestion, began to sweat even more profusely.

"So, should we decide on this?" Wang Xuan turned to him, urging him to speed up.

As the warship neared Yucheng, its sleek lines were both aesthetically pleasing and alarmingly dangerous.

"Forget it, I'll abide by the rules of the New World for now. But when it comes to fighting the transcendent beings, it can't be like this. Then, we'll be facing external enemies, resisting external humiliation, defending our land and borders!" declared Wang Xuan.

Boarding a small flying craft, he left the warship. The weapons he used were no less formidable, targeting Huang Kun's ancestral temple to destroy Huang Kun's lifeline – his celestial bone, cutting off his roots first.

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