"Did the celestial beings enter deep space before modern people?" Qingmu's expression turned serious; if any evidence could be found, things would indeed become quite complex.
"It's not impossible," Old Chen said, gazing out the window, attempting to catch a glimpse of the moon. However, dark clouds loomed overhead, and rain pattered against the glass, creating a cacophony.
"Can the latest super warships shatter celestial beings?" Wang Xuan asked, increasingly feeling the danger posed by ancient people, who seemed to have left numerous traps. He needed to prepare accordingly.
Old Chen responded firmly, "If they can be locked onto, then undoubtedly, super warships can indeed break celestial beings!"
"Current technological methods can eliminate celestial beings?" Qingmu was astonished.
Old Chen pointed outside, where occasional arcs of lightning cut through the rain. "Those who have undergone ascension experience their final trial with the baptism of thunder. The ancient top-tier powers we've discovered were all defeated by special lightning, indicating that even these beings can exhaust their strength."
Thus far, whether from the pre-Qin ascendants or later celestial beings, it seemed none could withstand that trial, all being destroyed by bolts of divine light. The special case of the protective Ascendant Bamboo was not part of their discussion.
Old Chen continued, "Even though the thunder that descends during ascension is particularly dense and powerful, considering the might of modern warships, shattering celestial beings of that caliber poses no issue."
Wang Xuan looked up at the night sky, thinking that if one day ancient foes crawled out of the traps they had left behind, he would pilot a super warship to unleash some dazzling ‘modern tribulations' on them, leaving a lasting impression.
Then he shook his head, realizing the complexity of human nature; just a while ago, he had fantasized about one day tearing a warship apart, and now he was pondering how to deal with celestial beings.
Upon reflection, it wasn't contradictory. If he had to face some super conglomerate, and there was no way to reconcile, he would have to do everything possible, including potentially using the ultimate techniques from the Old Technique realm to resist.
And if he encountered ascendant-level adversaries in the present world, he would naturally consider the advantages of modern times, using super warships to combat ancient immortals in the starry skies.
Wang Xuan muttered to himself, "So, everyone, don't provoke Master Wang! I was born in a new era and master the most powerful cultivation techniques, unafraid of enemies from both the ancient and modern worlds."
Old Chen glanced at him and remarked, "What I mentioned has a prerequisite: you must be able to lock onto celestial beings. If you can't grasp their movement trajectories, it will be very troublesome."
Suddenly, Wang Xuan said, "Old Chen, you could ask the Ghost Monk if destroying that thousand-year-old temple, which the conglomerate moved to the new star, with a super warship would affect the Bodhisattvas and holy monks inside."
Old Chen also wanted to know, but did he dare to ask? He suspected that if he did, it wouldn't just be a night of being beaten by the Ghost Monk; it might lead to years of punishment!
"Why don't you go ask?!" Old Chen shot him a menacing glance, then inadvertently glanced at the jade box containing the charred bones.
This topic was too dangerous to continue discussing.
In truth, they were all considering whether erasing the "traces" of ascendant beings left in the present world would completely eliminate them.
"Let's try to see if we can destroy that smooth, jade-like white bone from the White Tiger Demon," Wang Xuan suggested.
Old Chen inquired, "Are you looking to test if the unmatched red-robed female demon can cross the curtain to send you a dream?"
Wang Xuan paused, genuinely feeling apprehensive about that woman. She was extraordinarily powerful, nearly striking across the curtain with her pure white fist.
"Crack!"
Outside, a blinding bolt of lightning shot down from the dark clouds into the manor, thick and immense, illuminating the dark rainy night like daylight.
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Old Chen stood at the window, gazing into the distance. "I suspect something might happen tonight. If there's a violent thunderstorm, be on your guard!"
He radiated a murderous aura, but it wasn't out of excessive worry.
Wang Xuan and Qingmu remained calm, not believing anything unusual would occur.
An old foe was sharpening their knives, having long harbored intentions towards the leading figure in the New Technique realm, eager to measure just how strong he had become. Unfortunately, that person might not come to the Old Soil.
Wang Xuan asked, "Should we try to enhance our strength as much as possible? If there were an immortal bone right before us, should we use it to enter the Inner Landscape again?"
Old Chen and Qingmu exchanged strange looks. Ever since entering the Inner Landscape and experiencing that novel and intense enhancement process, they had both become addicted.
Just like last time, after Old Chen was "educated" by the female sword immortal, he claimed he would never enter the Inner Landscape again, only to have Qingmu seek out Wang Xuan the next day, saying he wanted to go "one last time."
Once experienced, it became difficult to quit, as the boost in strength was too rapid.
Now, they were all aware that the Inner Landscape harbored serious problems, and delving too deeply might lead to unforeseen consequences.
Qingmu spoke up, "Let's take it easy and try to exercise some restraint."
Old Chen sighed, "We must remain steadfast in our resolve."
Wang Xuan nodded but then added, "If one day I'm pushed to the brink, who will care about so much? Perhaps one day I might even seek out the remnants of immortals and Buddhas."
"Don't take extremes!" Old Chen exclaimed in alarm. "Actually, you can try to trigger the super-sense state to enter your own Inner Landscape, just like you did initially."
"Is the Inner Landscape still able to distinguish between people and themselves?" Qingmu asked.
"That... is hard to say," Old Chen frowned. The Inner Landscape was mysterious, and it was difficult to clarify whether the quiet, secluded place was separate or interconnected as a whole.
Old Chen said, "Entering the Inner Landscape without relying on the remnants of ascendants' bones should be quite safe, no problem at all."
Wang Xuan agreed; his situation was quite unique, similar to the few early practitioners among the sorcerers who accessed the Inner Landscape purely through their own efforts. It was worth exploring! However, there was indeed difficulty; without being on the brink of death, there was almost no way to enter this realm. Attempting to do so recklessly would be akin to playing with fire, risking real danger—one misstep could lead to death!
"Is the flow of time in the Inner Landscape the same as in the outside world?" Qingmu asked, having only recently begun to understand it.
Wang Xuan replied, "I'm starting to agree with Old Chen's viewpoint that time is consistent inside and outside. It's our mental states surpassing limits, coupled with the rapid metabolism of our physical bodies, with telomeres undergoing swift changes. All these happen in the shortest time, giving us the illusion."
Qingmu remarked, "If people knew about Little Wang's experience, I bet they'd be dumbfounded."
Old Chen chuckled, "One can imagine, some might think that without the Inner Landscape, Wang Xuan wouldn't be better than them. But if they could enter, it would certainly lead to chaos!"
Old Chen added, "That's the thinking of ordinary people. Little do they know, this is Wang Xuan's greatest strength. It's like the worst student despising the top scholar, saying if the scholar's talents were transferred to him, he'd be even stronger."
"Old Chen, it's rare for you to compliment me. What are you scheming?" Wang Xuan eyed him suspiciously.
"This time, it's genuine." Old Chen sighed, "I truly admire your ability to access the Inner Landscape on your own."
Wang Xuan was skeptical, having often been baited before and becoming familiar with Old Chen's tactics. He pondered that it likely related to that "mysterious contact" Old Chen had been harboring for some time.
"Many unsolved mysteries exist in this world, some quite mysterious and even eerie, yet they compel one to explore," Old Chen finally couldn't hold back and spoke up.
Wang Xuan ignored his old colleague, stuffing food into his mouth. It was dark, and he had been visited in a dream by the female sword immortal earlier, only now starting to enjoy dinner.
Qingmu, a good disciple, played along while eating, "With technology so advanced, how many mysteries could possibly remain unsolved?"
Old Chen wiped the black sword in his hand, "Too many. Some files stored away by relevant departments, if leaked, would certainly cause social panic. That's why those top-secret files have been buried in dust; no one dares to touch them lightly."
At this point, he paused slightly, "For example, we were just discussing whether super warships could kill celestial beings. And in one particular top-secret file, there was a record of an event that exceeds that—representatives from the New Star super conglomerate, the Zhong family, had two super warships swallowed…"
Wang Xuan's heart raced; he was genuinely intrigued by this revelation!
"Hmm?!" Suddenly, Old Chen's expression sharpened. He tossed aside the cloth used to wipe the black sword, stood up, and gazed into the rain.
"Finally here, didn't disappoint me; we have a big catch—no, perhaps a super big shark!" He grasped the black sword firmly, his aura shifting, exuding a murderous intent!
Wang Xuan stood up as well, staring out the window.
Old Chen glanced at him, "You'll likely need to make a big showing tonight; prepare for a showdown!"
"Got it!" Wang Xuan nodded.
Outside, the darkness deepened, and heavy rain fell, marking a night of unrest.
Many representatives remained in the manor, their figures illuminated dimly in the rainy night.
"Old Chen, someone's coming—they can fly!" Wang Xuan was stunned. Was this truly a big catch? He wondered if Old Chen, the fisherman, could handle it!
In the rainy night, a figure floated, enveloped in a faint glow, silently drifting towards the manor, clearly headed for Old Chen's room.
Though they hadn't approached yet, Wang Xuan already felt an overwhelming pressure; a mysterious force was expanding, pulsating towards them—this visitor was incredibly powerful!