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He decided to give it a try.
A rainy night.
The security system at the headquarters of the World Society suddenly went black for 0.01 seconds.
A dark figure, like a ghost, took advantage of the brief gap and silently sneaked into the heavily guarded building.
He is Chen Jinkui's top assassin, "Silent," a natural master of stealth and poison. His special ability allows him to become one with his shadow.
His target is the sand martins.
If we can control Feng Zhenghao's daughter, we can force Feng Zhenghao to reveal the secret behind his crazy behavior.
He moved freely throughout the building without any obstruction. All the surveillance cameras, all the infrared sensors, and all the Qi probes ignored him.
He quickly arrived outside the Sand Swallow's private rest room.
He transformed his body into a shadow, slowly seeping in through the crack in the door.
In the lounge, Feng Shayan was sitting cross-legged on the floor, seemingly meditating.
opportunity!
"Silent" was overjoyed and suddenly sprang out of the shadows, a short dagger coated with deadly poison that would kill on sight, silently stabbing at the back of the Sand Swallow.
However, his dagger missed its mark.
The instant he made his move, Feng Shayan's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot, like a television screen with a poor signal.
"Silent" was terrified and, without thinking, was about to retreat back into the shadows.
But it was already late.
"Hey, are you looking for me?"
The sound of sandpipers rang in his ears.
"Silent" suddenly turned around and saw that Feng Shayan had appeared behind him at some point, tilting her head and looking at him with curiosity.
"Your ability is quite interesting. Did you alter your own light refraction and energy fluctuations, putting yourself in an observer's blind spot? However, in terms of spatial dimensions, your coordinates are still clearly there."
The sand swallow seemed to be commenting on an interesting toy.
She extended a finger and gently touched "Silence".
Silent felt the space around him instantly become as thick as amber. His pride and joy in speed and stealth became a joke in that moment. He was firmly imprisoned in place, unable to move.
"You were sent by Chen Jinkui, weren't you?"
Feng Shayan walked up to him, pinched her chin and thought for a moment, "Killing you directly seems a bit impolite. After all, we're reasonable people now."
She snapped her fingers.
He felt a sudden lightness in his body, and then the scene before his eyes began to rush backward.
The building's walls, ceiling, corridors... everything transformed into flowing light.
The next second, he found himself back in Chen Jinkui's secret room.
He remained in a forward-leaning posture and slammed headfirst into the wall.
With a "plop," he fell flat on his face.
"Who?!"
Chen Jinkui, who was sitting in the main seat in the secret room, was startled by this sudden change and stood up abruptly.
When he realized that the person on the ground was one of the "Silent" agents he had sent out, his face instantly turned extremely ugly.
At that moment, a small paper crane, compressed with spatial power and shimmering with light, appeared out of thin air in the center of the secret room.
From within the paper crane came the cheerful voice of the sand swallow.
"Grandpa Chen, I've brought your person back to you. The item is nice, but it's a bit fragile. Next time you want to chat, you can just call; sending someone over is too dangerous. By the way, the master asked me to pass on a message to you."
The voice from the paper crane paused, then turned cold.
He said the ledgers are still being reviewed, and he hopes your name won't be too early in the list.
As soon as he finished speaking, the paper crane "poof" turned into specks of light and vanished without a trace.
Chen Jinkui looked at the "Silent" on the ground and pondered the final ultimatum, feeling a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
He slumped into the chair, his face ashen.
He knew that times had truly changed.
Meanwhile, at Longhu Mountain, Zhou Ye had already reached the mountain gate.
The old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, along with a group of disciples, came to see them off.
"Sir, please be extremely careful on your journey to Nathan Island. America's inhuman organization, Behemoth, is colluding with the military to seize the Sacred Tree of Nathan Island by force."
"Ha, America is as arrogant as ever. I'll just let her go."
Chapter 402 Tearing Through the Sky, Traveling a Thousand Miles
September 9.18th: Never forget national humiliation. We, the younger generation, must strive for self-improvement. Each generation has its own mission.
----split line----
The entrance to Longhu Mountain is shrouded in mist.
Before the words of the old master Zhang Jingqing had even faded, Zhou Ye waved his hand, his expression indifferent, as if the military operation that the other party mentioned, which was enough to overturn the world order, was nothing more than the playful antics of country children.
America...
He pronounced the name, his tone devoid of any emotion, always so noisy.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan. Since receiving divine grace three days ago, the father and daughter had been quietly standing by his side, almost like apprentices, handling all the trivial matters related to Zhou Ye's communication with the outside world.
How long does it take to get to Nathan Island?
Zhou Ye asked, seemingly unconcerned.
Feng Zhenghao immediately stepped forward and respectfully handed over a specially made tablet computer, which already displayed detailed global maps and flight information.
"Sir, even if we take the World Society's fastest private jet from the nearest airport, with no stops along the way, it would still take at least fifteen hours. I've already arranged everything, and we're ready anytime..."
"too slow."
Zhou Ye interrupted him.
Give me the coordinates.
Feng Zhenghao was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted. He quickly operated his fingers on the screen and brought up the most accurate latitude and longitude coordinates of Nathan Island, highlighting them.
Zhou Ye glanced at it only once, but memorized the complex string of numbers. He turned to Feng Shayan:
"Follow."
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a light stroke in the air in front of him, as if tearing a piece of drawing paper.
scoff-
Space cracked in response.
A pitch-black crack, its edges shimmering with chaotic hues, appeared out of nowhere on the bluestone path of Longhu Mountain. At the other end of the crack was not a familiar scene, but a bizarre and indescribable torrent of colors. Within it, countless fragmented silhouettes of worlds, the birth and death of stars, and remnants of time flashed by.
Everyone present at the Celestial Master's Mansion, including the well-informed Elder Celestial Master, was stunned. They had spent their lives cultivating and pursuing the unity of heaven and man, but what they saw before them was no longer the unity of heaven and man, but rather the heaven itself being turned into a plaything that could be manipulated at will.
Feng Shayan's heart pounded wildly. For the past three days, she had practiced her new ability countless times in her mind, believing her understanding of space to be unparalleled. But only now did she realize that what she possessed was merely a speck of dust in the Garden of Gods. And Zhou Ye was the god who created the garden.
Without the slightest hesitation, she followed Zhou Ye and stepped into the crack.
The crack closed silently behind them, as if it had never existed.
Before the mountain gate, only a group of petrified Taoist priests and Feng Zhenghao, sweating profusely, remained. Looking at the air that had returned to normal, his awe of Zhou Ye reached a new, unattainable height.
……
The feeling of moving through the interlayered space is incredibly wonderful.
Feng Shayan was oblivious to the passage of time and the existence of physical laws. She seemed to have transformed into a pure consciousness, following Zhou Ye's footsteps, traversing countless dimensional gaps. All around her was a void of extreme brilliance and utter silence. Here, her prized spatial teleportation ability was like a toddler learning to walk, while Zhou Ye strolled leisurely along the cosmic highway.
She secretly watched Zhou Ye's back. His back wasn't imposing, yet it seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe. A thought suddenly occurred to her: perhaps, for him, going from Longhu Mountain to Nasen Island was no different from walking from the living room to the bedroom.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe eternity.
Zhou Ye stopped in his tracks. He reached out again and gently pushed towards the chaos ahead.
Light surged in instantly.
Feng Shayan squinted instinctively. The blinding sunlight, the salty sea breeze, the deafening explosions, and the strong smell of gunpowder and blood all rushed into her senses at once.
When she finally adjusted and saw the scene before her, she was completely stunned.
This is a living hell.
The azure sky was ripped apart by thick black smoke. In the distance, on the sea, a massive fleet led by an aircraft carrier was unleashing a barrage of fire upon the island beneath them. Missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, sliced through the island like the scythe of death, leaving behind scorched furrows.
On the beach, countless soldiers in high-tech combat suits are engaged in fierce combat with a group of island residents dressed in strange ethnic costumes. Energy beams, physical ammunition, runic spells, and primal totem power intertwine to form a dazzling yet deadly web of death.
A burly islander, as large as a bear, tore apart an exoskeleton mech with his bare hands, only to be blown to pieces by cluster bombs fired from a fighter jet overhead. A girl controlling plant vines had just used them to strangle a squad of soldiers when a thick blue beam of light shot from a distant warship evaporated her and the jungle she was protecting.
War is cruel and unequal.
Although the soldiers of Nathan Island are individually strong, they still appear extremely vulnerable in the face of modern war machines. Their defenses are being compressed step by step.
The appearance of Zhou Ye and Feng Shayan was extremely abrupt.
They stood in the middle of a sandy beach repeatedly ravaged by artillery fire, surrounded by burning wreckage and twisted metal. In the chaotic battlefield, the two neatly dressed and calm-looking men stood out like drops of clear water in an oil painting, completely out of place.
"Is this Nathan Island?" Zhou Ye looked around, his brows furrowing slightly.
"The hospitality at Southern Amusement Park is truly... unique."
Feng Shayan had recovered from her initial shock. Her Qi was rapidly circulating in her new meridians, and the techniques of [Shave] and [Moon Step] were ready to be unleashed. She licked her slightly dry lips, her eyes showing no fear, but rather a flicker of excitement.
This is the world she longs for! This is the stage worthy of her power!
"Sir, do you need me to... clean up?" she asked in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of eagerness.
Zhou Ye did not answer. His gaze passed over the chaotic battlefield, over the steel fleet on the sea, as if he could see into a more distant place.
Just then, someone on the battlefield finally noticed the two uninvited guests.