chsdbacks Chapter 280 Sea Tiger
Chapter 280 Sea Tiger
Chapter 280 Sea Tiger
"But I'm still so far from true eternity," Xu Qing sighed softly, gazing at the chaotic void outside the quiet room, a clear understanding in his eyes.
Even those so-called immortal and indestructible Chaos Lords are not truly eternal or absolutely infinite, let alone himself, who is only at the level of a Universe Venerable.
But this "weakness" did not discourage him.
Even though his current strength is far inferior to that of Lord Hunyuan, he possesses a unique identity and ability that far surpasses that of the lord.
He is the head of the Zhutian Pavilion.
This identity allows him to break down world barriers, connect with all the heavens and the myriad realms, and even travel between countless multiverses.
This is a trump card that even the Lord of Hunyuan cannot possess, and it is also his most solid foundation for pursuing "true eternity".
With that thought in mind, Xu Qing returned to the Zhutian Pavilion once again.
There are still several opportunities left to invite guests, but we don't know who the new guests will be.
Is it some unknown nobody, or a renowned being throughout the myriad realms?
A nearly transparent thin line extended out from the pavilion again, piercing the sea of light in front of it like a gossamer thread, and disappeared into the endless brilliance.
A moment later, the Heavenly Decree, which was suspended in Xu Qing's mind, trembled slightly, and a stream of information flooded into Xu Qing's mind:
[Guest: Haihu Baijunlang]
[World: "Sea Tiger"]
[Strength: Early Stage of Fourth Tier (First Tier of Universe Level)]
[Items available for purchase: 800,000 units of magnetic field rotation]
"Sea Tiger? That's an interesting world, but unfortunately it's not of much use to me anymore," Xu Qing sighed.
With his current strength, even if he were to descend upon the ultimate battle royale tournament, he could defeat all the ultimate powerhouses, including Bai Wunan, who has already reached 99 trillion, and the ultimate Haihu, who has been hiding his strength.
Even if the ultimate powerhouse reaches 99 trillion, he is still just an immortal.
However, the magnetic field rotation system also has a major advantage: as long as you are willing to "level up", willing to "roll", and even willing to roll desperately, and find the right path of cultivation, even people with mediocre talent can grow to a very powerful level in just a few years.
Just like Nadu, the island lord of Wuliang Island who appeared in the middle of "God of War", when he first appeared, he had less than 10 magnetic field rotations. He was just a commander who could not even be considered a God of War, and his talent was mediocre. However, with his amazing perseverance, he broke through to the level of 75 in just three or four years.
There's also Bai Chou, who was previously tricked by Bai Wubian. But after becoming addicted to "playing video games" and comprehending a new path, he can easily suppress Bai Wubian without even moving his hands, relying solely on his physical form and energy.
Ke Bao Wushen went from being able to easily suppress Bai Chou in the early stages to being able to fight against Sha Ya Tianwang.
Even the Great White Shark Tiandao, who was far inferior to Oga during the "Sea Tiger" era, could gain tens of thousands of horsepower in a short period of time by training hard after finding his own inner path.
Shiro Tsuyoshi was even more outrageous, raising his strength from a cripple to a peak of nearly 98 horsepower in just six years!
It must be said that as long as you are willing to work hard and persevere, the magnetic field will never let anyone down.
But then again, in the face of a true prodigy, even a "Roll King" is ultimately just dust on the roadside.
The rotation of a magnetic field is essentially a subjective force.
As long as one can understand the power within their own heart, firmly uphold their own path, and possess terrifying talent, they can achieve explosive growth.
Just like Oga and Sea Tiger, in just one battle, their horsepower skyrocketed from 25 to 50. Oga even reached 60 horsepower after repairing Sea Tiger's heart, leaping over a gap of hundreds of thousands of horsepower in one step!
What's puzzling is that Oga's progress in the later stages was surprisingly slow.
It took nearly ten years for the number of horses to grow from 60 to 80. The reason for this might be that he was too lazy to work.
The reason is that the strong ones during the Sea Tiger era were either the unhappy Oga, the donkey-dog Lanmeng, the little goldfish who was "frozen", or the Sea Tiger who was always busy treating the crashed Prison Eye.
These powerful figures from the "Sea Tiger" era were all unable to truly settle down and cultivate due to their own trivial matters.
The only ones who can claim to be the King of Scrolls are probably Tiandao in the early stages of Sea Tiger 1 and Bai Cinan in the later stages of Sea Tiger 2.
As for the later stages of "God of War"?
Those who can reach the top are either "the king of dung who relies on early childhood education machines", or a mysterious man who loves small animals; or a mysterious man with a spare heart who has been cheated on, or a super scoundrel who relies on "sucking on fun".
The overall "purity" is far too low.
"If a true Scroll King has both obtained the cultivation method of magnetic field rotation and possesses top-notch talent, he could probably enter the 90 horsepower range within two or three years, and within ten years, he would be able to touch the threshold of the ultimate powerhouse," Xu Qing speculated softly.
In addition, the value retention of magnetic field rotation is extremely high in the early stages.
With the power of 3 horsepower, one can survive a storm powerful enough to reshape the Earth's biosphere.
With 5 horsepower, it could remain unscathed within the blast radius of the nuclear king, which could destroy an area of tens of thousands of miles.
With 10 horsepower, one can travel a thousand miles in a single strike.
At 20 horsepower, even if you are at the epicenter of a planet-destroying explosion, or facing the core area of the nuclear king ship that is destroyed for thousands of miles, you will only suffer minor injuries.
If a powerful being reaches 25 horsepower, it can easily neutralize the attack of the Nuclear King, and its power can extend to attack thousands of kilometers away.
As for those with over 50 horsepower, even if they withstood a concentrated, full-force attack from the Destroyer War God, comparable to the Nuclear King, they would only suffer minor damage.
The strength of the rotating magnetic field is limited to the early stage.
Even if they break through to 999,900 horses, the strength of a powerful individual still cannot compare to that of a ninth-tier cosmic-level expert. Even if they cultivate for tens or hundreds of thousands of years afterward, the upper limit of the strength of the top experts in this system will only remain at the immortal stage.
"Fine, even if it's useless to me, it won't hurt to meet this new guest." Xu Qing shook his head, his gaze falling on the Heavenly Decree, and he thought to himself, "Speaking of which, Bai Junlang at this time should be in the early stages of 'Sea Tiger 2', right?"
As Xu Qing pondered, in another time and space, in the world of "Sea Tiger," a scene unfolded that deeply worried the protagonist, Bai Junlang—
In an ordinary room on a remote island, sunlight streams through the window onto the floor, but it cannot warm the oppressive atmosphere.
Guan Yue Tong sat on the edge of the bed, her face haggard like a withered leaf that might fall at any moment, her complexion as pale as paper.
Suddenly, she clutched her chest, a violent cough erupting from her throat. Where her fingertips touched, a few drops of glaring blood slid down her lips. Even more bizarrely, the blood hardened and shattered the moment it touched the sheets, like cold crystals, exuding an aura of despair.
This is Bai Junlang's wife, the person he would do anything to protect.
"No! Hitomi!" Seeing Hitomi's injuries flare up, Bai Junlang's eyes widened in horror, his heart gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He rushed to the bedside, channeling all his strength to suppress the strange, morbid condition affecting his wife. "Magnetic field rotation! Cell regeneration!"
More than 60 units of power surged into Hitomi Mizuki's body like a warm current, but this power, which was enough to sweep away powerful enemies in the outside world, was like a drop in the ocean in the face of his wife's illness.
Guan Yue Tong's cough did not stop; instead, her face grew paler and her breathing became weaker.
But Haihu dared not exert any more force. He knew that with his wife's current physical condition, forcibly injecting more power would only hasten her death.
Over the past five years, suppressing this pathological condition has become increasingly difficult.
At this moment, Bai Junlang's eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. For the first time, he felt that the power he was so proud of was so ridiculous and so powerless.
"Junlang, that's enough—" Guanyue Tong gently grasped his hand, her voice weak but carrying a tender reassurance, "If you persist, it will only make me die faster—let it go." Her eyes were calm, as if she had already accepted her impending death, "I should have died long ago, but I have been able to stay with you for so many years, and we have two outstanding sons. I am already very satisfied."
"Don't do this—" Bai Junlang lowered his head heavily, silent as iron. But everyone could see that his shoulders were trembling slightly, and his eyes were already brimming with tears, which were about to gush out.
He was Haihu, a strong man in the eyes of others, but when faced with his wife's life or death, he was just a helpless husband.
"Seeing you like this only makes me more heartbroken." Mizuki Hitomi raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, her voice filled with a final hope, "Promise me that after I'm gone, you won't be sad for me—take good care of the children."
"Xiaotong, don't talk anymore, you should rest for a bit." Bai Junlang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and carefully helped his wife lie down and covered her with a blanket.
After doing all this, he walked out of the room alone and stepped onto the edge of the cliff.
The sea breeze howled, whipping up the hem of his clothes. Beneath his feet lay the surging ocean, and above him, a somber sky. He gazed at this vast expanse of heaven and earth, as if questioning the unseen ruler.
Why? Why did he, who had always dedicated himself to maintaining the balance of the world and protecting nature, never harming the ecosystem for the sake of power, deserve such retribution from heaven? Why did he have to endure this pain, as if his heart had been brutally ripped open?
"Why?!"
Why?!
Why?!
Bai Junlang roared to the sky, his voice filled with grief and resentment. He could no longer hold back his tears, which slid down his cheeks and blended into the howling sea wind.
This heart-wrenching pain transcended the barriers of space, and was clearly felt even by the white-haired man thousands of miles away—the young boy, who was holding a copy of the "Bodhidharma Sutra," suddenly trembled, and the sutra slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.
"Mom—" The white-haired man raised his head and looked in the direction from which the grief was coming from, his small face full of confusion and unease.
He instinctively felt that it was a harbinger of his mother's impending departure.
Just as Bai Junlang was immersed in endless grief and was almost swallowed by despair, an unfamiliar fluctuation suddenly entered his senses.
Immediately afterwards, a transparent panel appeared out of thin air before his eyes, and the words on it, like a glimmer of light, pierced the darkness before him:
[Zhutian Pavilion invites you to become a customer. Would you like to enter and browse the products to purchase your desired item?]
Undisturbed by anger, and without thinking it was someone's mockery, Haihu, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, opened the panel.
The moment his fingertips touched the panel, Bai Junlang felt the light and shadow in front of him suddenly distort.
The howling sea breeze, the gloomy sky, and the raging sea below the cliff vanished instantly, replaced by a vast and tranquil space.
He steadied himself abruptly, looked up, and realized that he was standing in an ancient pavilion.
It was like something out of an old-fashioned antique shop, but the display shelves were filled with bizarre sights that he could hardly imagine.
Some were piled high with countless guns, the bullets of which could reach one percent of the speed of light.
Some contain a vast quantity of elixirs, which, once consumed, grant unparalleled power.
Some are planets made of water, where entering them seems to wash away all suffering.
There are countless starry rivers —
The sheer variety of items, almost countless and beyond counting, piled up on the small display shelf, giving it an unreal feel, as if they only existed in novels and movies.
"Welcome to the Pavilion of All Heavens."
A calm voice came from the main seat in the attic.
Bai Junlang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a plain robe sitting at a counter, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, looking at him calmly.
It was Xu Qing.
His gaze seemed to pierce through people's hearts, yet it carried no sense of oppression whatsoever.
"I am Xu Qing, the Pavilion Master of the Zhutian Pavilion." Xu Qing spoke slowly, his tone calm yet authoritative. "You are here because the Zhutian Pavilion has chosen you and given you a chance to make a deal."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Qing raised his right hand and lightly tapped it with his fingertip.
A pale golden light instantly flew from his fingertips and, like a thread, pierced into Bai Junlang's brow.
The next second, information about the rules of the Zhutian Pavilion, the nature of transactions, and even the idea that "everything can be exchanged" flooded into Bai Junlang's mind like a tidal wave.
From small things like gold and silver to big things like supernatural powers, secret techniques, lifespan, and vitality, as long as you can offer enough "price," the Zhutian Pavilion can provide the corresponding "goods."
"You can trade anything by simply giving something in return."
Bai Junlang murmured the words repeatedly, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
In an instant, a flame called hope ignited in my once lifeless heart.
He suddenly looked up at Xu Qing, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Then—does that mean I can find a way to save Xiao Tong here?"
Xu Qing nodded slightly, getting straight to the point: "Of course. As long as you can offer enough, it's not impossible to not only cure your wife's illness, but also have her stay by your side forever."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Bai Junlang's eyes dimmed again.
He clenched his fists instinctively, his palms sweating profusely.
What does he have? He is Haihu, a powerful being with 80 rotating magnetic fields, a powerhouse above mortals.
Even in this world teeming with powerful individuals, even if he were to rule a nation, he would still possess that kind of power.
But does he really have any price to pay in return?
As if reading his mind, Xu Qing's gaze fell upon him, and she slowly asked, "Your power, the power of the rotating magnetic field—now, are you willing to exchange your power for your wife's life?"
These words struck Bai Junlang like a thunderbolt.
"I do!" Haihu answered without hesitation, without even blinking.