BXBX NOVEL Chapter 84: Can A Battleship Kill An Immortal?
Chapter 84: Can A Battleship Kill An Immortal?
"With our current tech, could our super battleships stand against these immortals?" Wang Xuan questioned, sensing the lurking dangers of the ancient world. It was becoming clear that he needed to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.
Old Chen replied with unwavering certainty, "If they can get a lock on them, then yes, our super battleships can certainly take down these immortals."
Qing Mu, astonished, echoed, "Our contemporary technology has the power to take on those legendary beings?"
Old Chen motioned towards the window, where sporadic bolts of lightning illuminated the rain-soaked world. "Every ascendant, when reaching the pinnacle of their transformation, must face the trial of thunderbolts. The ancient elites we\'ve discovered met their end at the hands of these very bolts. This serves as a stark reminder that even such formidable entities aren\'t invincible."
Thus far, both early ascendants and the subsequent immortals seemed to share this fatal vulnerability. Their corporeal forms were consistently annihilated by these celestial surges of energy. Those rare entities shielded by the Ascendent Bamboo were outliers and remained outside the scope of their discussion.
Old Chen continued, "Even with the formidable thunderbolts during ascension, considering the firepower of our modern battleships, breaking through the defenses of celestial beings should be possible."
Wang Xuan looked up at the night sky, lost in thought. If ancient entities ever emerged from their dormant traps, he envisioned unleashing the might of a super battleship upon them. That would teach them the power of the modern age.
He shook his head, pondering the complex tapestry of human emotions. Not long ago, he dreamed of tearing battleships apart with sheer force, and now he was strategizing against ancient deities.
The more he thought about it, the less conflicted he felt. If ever he faced off against powerful modern factions, he\'d tap into the ancient arts he\'d mastered. But if ancient celestial beings ever crossed his path, he\'d undoubtedly harness the technological prowess of his time, using battleships to challenge them.
Chuckling to himself, Wang Xuan remarked, "The takeaway here is, don\'t mess with Wang Xuan. Raised in the modern age and adept in the most profound techniques, I\'m ready to tackle challenges from both the past and the present."
Old Chen raised an eyebrow and said, "That\'s all well and good, as long as we can accurately track these celestial entities. If they remain elusive, we could be in for a real challenge."
Suddenly, an idea struck Wang Xuan. "Old Chen, what if we were to ask the Ghost Monk? If, hypothetically, we obliterated that ancient temple— the one the magnates moved to their new star—using our battleship, would the divine entities within it be affected?"
Old Chen was indeed curious, but would he dare to ask such a question? He suspected that the Ghost Monk would not simply give him a beating for a night; it could very well last for years!
"Why don\'t you ask?" Old Chen said with a hint of irritation, glancing at the jade box holding the charred bone fragments.
The topic became too risky to discuss further. Deep down, both men contemplated the same idea: if they eradicated the traces left behind by these celestial entities, could they possibly end their threat for good?
"Why don\'t we test it by destroying the jade-like bone of the White Tiger Demon?" Wang Xuan suggested.
Old Chen raised an eyebrow, "You wish to test it? To see if the unparalleled lady in red can still reach out to you in your dreams?"
Wang Xuan hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his face. That woman genuinely terrified him. Her sheer power, conveyed through her immaculate fists, had almost breached the barrier to confront him directly. Outside, a blinding bolt of lightning streaked across the dark rainy sky, its immense glow illuminating the night as if it were day. Standing by the window, Old Chen peered into the distance. "I have a feeling tonight might get eventful. If there\'s an intense storm, be ready."
He emanated a fierce determination, seemingly unworried. Wang Xuan and Qing Mu shared the same confidence, not expecting any surprises. In their midst was Old Chen, sharpening his skills and preparing for action. He had been holding back for a long time, probably itching to gauge the strength of the top figure in the realm of New Arts.
Regrettably, there was no guarantee that his adversary would venture to the Old World.
Wang Xuan pondered aloud, "Given the current situation where we need to enhance our strength as much as possible, if there was another celestial bone before us, would we use it to venture into the Inner Landscape again?"
Both Old Chen and Qing Mu exchanged uneasy glances. After their singular experience in the Inner Landscape and the rapid surge of power they had gained, they were... addicted. Just like the last time when Old Chen, traumatized by the sword fairy\'s "lesson" and swearing off ever entering the Inner Landscape again, had eagerly asked Qing Mu the very next day to approach Wang Xuan for "one last trip."
The allure of such rapid empowerment was hard to resist.
Yet they were all acutely aware of the lurking dangers within the Inner Landscape. Delving too deep could spell doom without warning.
Qing Mu suggested, "We should tread cautiously. Restrain the urge as much as possible."
Old Chen sighed softly, "We need to stay resolute."
Wang Xuan nodded but then added, "In desperate times, who\'s to say I won\'t gather all the remnants of past celestials and Buddhists. When pushed to the edge, one might do anything."
"Don\'t be so extreme!" Old Chen exclaimed, taken aback. "You could try to trigger a heightened sensory state, entering your own Inner Landscape, just as you initially did."
"Is there a difference between one\'s own Inner Landscape and that of others?" Qing Mu queried.
Old Chen frowned, "That\'s... a difficult question." The mysteries of the Inner Landscape were profound. Whether these realms were distinct or interconnected was an enigma.
Old Chen remarked, "Entering the Inner Landscape without relying on the remnants of those who\'ve ascended, like bones, should be safe. There shouldn\'t be any issues."
Wang Xuan agreed. His situation was akin to the very first individuals in history who ventured into the Inner Landscape. Both entered this realm on their own accord, which made exploring further an enticing prospect. However, the challenge lay in the fact that, without facing imminent death, one couldn\'t typically access this domain. Deliberately courting death as an entryway was playing with fire. One wrong step and... the end might truly be near. Qing Mu, still relatively new to these concepts, asked, "Is the passage of time inside the Inner Landscape consistent with the outside world?"
Wang Xuan replied, "I\'m now inclined towards Old Chen\'s perspective that there\'s no difference in the flow of time. It\'s our mind, pushed to its limits, and our bodies undergoing rapid transformations that give the illusion of an altered time perception."
Qing Mu mused, "If people knew about your unique experiences with the Inner Landscape, they\'d be stupefied."
Old Chen chuckled, "One can imagine some thinking that without the Inner Landscape, Wang Xuan might be lesser than them. And if they had access to it, they could achieve... all sorts of wild things!"
Old Chen continued, "That\'s the typical mindset of the ordinary. Little do they understand that this very capability showcases Wang Xuan\'s true strength. It\'s like the underachievers scoffing at the top students, claiming that without their academic talents, they\'d outshine them."
Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, "Old Chen, it\'s rare for you to compliment me. Out with it—what are you plotting?"
"Nothing this time," Old Chen replied earnestly, "Regarding your ability to enter the Inner Landscape on your own, even I, Chen Randal, genuinely admire it."
Wang Xuan wasn\'t convinced. Having been misled before, he had become wary of Old Chen\'s motives. After some thought, he suspected it had something to do with that "mysterious contact" Old Chen had hinted at in the past.
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"In this world, many mysteries remain unsolved. Some are incredibly enigmatic, even unnerving, yet they beckon exploration," Old Chen began, unable to contain his excitement any longer.
Wang Xuan paid little attention to his old colleague and continued stuffing his face with food. He had only just started his dinner after being interrupted by a dream of the female sword master at dusk.
Being the loyal disciple, Qing Mu chimed in while eating, "With such advanced technology, how many mysteries can truly remain unsolved?"
Old Chen, polishing the black sword in his hands, replied, "Countless. There are files stored away in government archives that, if leaked, would cause mass hysteria. So, these top-secret documents have been buried under layers of dust, untouched for fear of the chaos they might unleash."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding, "For instance, we were just discussing whether a super battleship could defeat the Immortal Realm. Yet, in one of those classified documents, there\'s an account that exceeds this. The Zhong family, one of the representative super conglomerates on the new star, reportedly lost not one, but two of their super battleships..."
Wang Xuan\'s heart raced, intrigued by this revelation. Such an event was unheard of. Suddenly, Old Chen\'s gaze sharpened. Discarding the cloth he was using to clean his sword, he stood up and looked out into the rain-drenched darkness.
"At last, they\'ve come. They didn\'t disappoint me. We\'ve hooked a big fish, no, perhaps a super great white shark!" His black sword was now firmly gripped in his hand. His entire demeanor changed – fierce, ready, and oozing with intent to kill.
Wang Xuan, sensing the urgency, also got to his feet, staring intently out the window.
Old Chen cast a sidelong glance at Wang Xuan, remarking, "Tonight, you might have to step into the spotlight. Ready to give it your all?"
"Absolutely!" Wang Xuan nodded with determination.
Outside, the world was enshrouded in darkness with a torrential downpour, promising a night that was anything but calm. Many representatives from various groups still lingered on the property, their forms barely discernible in the misty lamplight filtering through the rain.
"Old Chen, someone\'s approaching. He\'s flying!" Wang Xuan exclaimed in astonishment. "Is this merely a big fish? I wonder if even you can handle this one."
Amidst the rain, a silhouette floated, emanating a soft glow. He moved silently, gravitating towards their compound and was clearly aiming for Old Chen\'s room.
Even though the figure hadn\'t come too close yet, Wang Xuan could already feel an overwhelming pressure. An enigmatic power was expanding, surging towards them. This newcomer was incomparably formidable.