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Chapter 73 Parallel Intersections, Dragon's Grief Transforms into a Flood Dragon!

Only two hours remain before the first group of explorers who were forcibly entered the [Sealed Mystery Realm] return.

China, the seventh coastal defense line in the East China Sea.

It felt as if a piece of the sky had collapsed.

Right above this defensive line, the once azure sky suddenly cracked as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Immediately afterwards, a massive black crack tens of thousands of feet long tore the sky apart!

"Oh no, this is... parallel timelines converging!"

On a high tower behind the defensive line, an old scholar with a full head of white hair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stared at the energy wave band on the screen, trembling all over, his voice shrill.

Several years ago, when those martial arts secret realms descended and explorers returned, these old scholars had personally witnessed the phenomenon of "parallel time streams" converging and rubbing together.

Back then, a mere ripple from the friction of mid-dimensional time flow nearly paralyzed a large defense base on the Western Continent, causing countless deaths and injuries!

"This is not a spatial fragmentation; it is two parallel timelines of higher dimensions that have generated intense premature friction on the eve of their return."

"Look inside the crack!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

On the defensive line, tens of thousands of defenders raised their heads at the same time.

Deep within that enormous crack, there was not nothingness or darkness, but rather an endless sea of ​​crimson water churning within.

If Lin Yuan were here, he would definitely recognize that this is seawater from the East Sea in the world of Investiture of the Gods!

"Splash—"

Seawater poured down uncontrollably, like the Milky Way bursting its banks, crashing onto the surface of the blue planet's ocean.

Within the surging crimson seawater, a dense mass of black resentment was rapidly gathering.

"roar--"

A mournful screech, neither like a beast's roar nor a dragon's cry, came from the crack.

A phantom, a thousand meters long, forced its way into the present world of Earth along with the surging seawater!

That was the projection of a "sea serpent".

However, it was tainted with the chilling resentment of the dragon race.

As soon as it entered Blue Star, it began to frantically devour the sparse spiritual energy around it.

Visibly, the flesh on its head had split open, and two hideous bony horns had grown out.

Its abdomen was torn open, revealing four sharp claws.

"It...it's transforming into a dragon!"

The old scholar slumped into his chair, his face ashen.

"This sea serpent projection is tainted with the terrifying resentment of the dragon race. It is using the turbulent currents caused by the friction of parallel timelines to forcibly cross boundaries and transform into a dragon."

"Its goal is to destroy the defenses and devour living beings."

The piercing, highest-level air raid siren instantly resounded throughout the entire eastern coast of China.

The top brass of the Blue Star military was extremely anxious.

This is a period of turbulent change in the laws of space before the return, when space is extremely unstable and energy projections from higher-dimensional realms take advantage of the situation!

"Activate the highest level of defense."

"We absolutely cannot let this beast cross the defensive line. Behind the line are thirty million unarmed civilians!"

The frontline commander drew his sword, his eyes bloodshot.

"Deploy the 'Psionic Mech' squadron and stop it on the sea!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The massive metal hatches behind the defensive line opened one after another.

Dozens of steel behemoths, each thirty meters tall, spewed out azure tail flames as they rose from the ground.

This is the latest weapon developed by the Blue Star military—the [Psionic Mech]!

The origin of this thing dates back to three years ago.

While exploring an alchemy dungeon called "Mechanical Ascension," a small Western country risked its life to bring back a fragmented blueprint.

Later, China took the lead and mobilized global resources to perfectly integrate the alchemical core with the modern mecha technology of the main world.

By engraving array patterns, the energy of the spirit stones is transformed into the power and absolute defensive shield of the mecha.

Once this thing was promoted, it saved countless civilians struggling in the beast tide and was regarded by countless people around the world as a bulwark against higher-dimensional beings.

"For humanity!"

Over the communication channel, the voices of the mech pilots showed no fear.

Dozens of psionic mechs formed a charging formation in mid-air, drew their high-frequency psionic vibration swords from their backs, and charged fearlessly towards the terrifying phantom that had just transformed into a dragon.

"Clang—"

A ten-meter-long psionic giant sword slashed fiercely at the dragon's reverse scale.

Sparks flew everywhere!

The psionic sword, powerful enough to cut through alloy armor, only left a shallow white mark on the dragon's scales.

"roar!"

The phantom dragon was enraged.

Those scarlet eyes, filled with the grief of the Dragon King of the East Sea losing his son, stared intently at the steel flies.

The giant tail swept out suddenly.

"Bang!"

The air was sucked out and exploded.

The psionic mech at the very front didn't even have its psionic shield last for half a second before being pulverized into countless flying scrap metal parts by this tyrannical and unreasonable high-dimensional force.

"Unit 1 has crashed!"

"Unit Two, Unit Three, take over!"

"Activate overload mode, fight to the death!"

Not a single mech retreated.

These young drivers, piloting the steel creations that humanity is so proud of, crashed into the terrifying dragon projection time and time again, like moths to a flame.

Psionic beams, high-frequency oscillating swords, and the flames of mech self-destruction intertwined in the sky above the East China Sea defense line, creating a tragic elegy.

However, the gap is too big!

This projection of a sea serpent carries the immense resentment of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, who suffered the loss of his son and the destruction of his entire family in the world of Investiture of the Gods.

Even if it's just a projection across parallel timelines, it's something these low-level psionic mechs can't possibly contend with.

In just ten minutes.

Most of the mech squadron had been reduced to burning wreckage and plunged into the icy sea.

The phantom of the dragon opened its blood-red maw, and a ball of black dragon breath began to condense within it.

Once this dragon's breath is unleashed, the entire seventh coastal defense line, along with the cities behind it, will be razed to the ground.

Despair spread through everyone's hearts.

"Is it possible... we can't even hold on until the moment we return?"

With tears welling in his eyes, the frontline commander drew his sidearm, ready to face death.

At this critical moment.

"Amitabha."

A peaceful and steady Buddhist chant echoed across the chaotic battlefield.

On a dilapidated bunker in the defensive line, a burly man dressed in old gray monk's robes had appeared out of nowhere.

The burly man was bald and had a body as imposing as an iron tower, but his eyes were reserved and peaceful.

Without the slightest arrogance, he simply took out a string of polished Bodhi prayer beads from his pocket.

"Master Zhao!"

Those who recognized him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Zhao Shanhe.

The previous generation's S-level seed player brought back Shaolin's ultimate skills from the [Tianlong Secret Realm], and his cultivation level is already unfathomable.

But he was extremely low-key and never showed off. He even opened a small noodle shop behind the front line and was willing to be a chef who tossed the wok.

Because he deeply understood the principle of "the way of the jungle," that a tree that stands out in the forest will surely be felled by the wind.

But today, with the nation in peril, the common people come last.

He had nowhere left to retreat!

"You wicked child, this road is blocked."

Zhao Shanhe sighed, clasped his hands together, and threw the string of Bodhi beads into the air.

"Indestructible, Absolute Territory!"

"Buzz—"

A colossal, transparent golden bell crashed down, protecting the torn defensive line and the remaining psionic mechs within.

The ultimate principle of a steady and reliable approach is to first establish an invincible position!

As soon as the golden bell shield appeared, the black dragon breath spewed out by the illusory dragon slammed into the golden bell.

"Thump!"

As the bell tolled, Zhao Shanhe groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his mountain-like body did not retreat even a step.

"Blind Zhao, your tortoise shell is getting tougher and tougher with practice. But just taking a beating won't kill this beast."

A lazy voice came from behind Zhao Shanhe.

From the crowd emerged a middle-aged man with a stubble beard and wearing an old, faded jacket.

He looked like an ordinary, exhausted office worker who had just finished get off work.

In his hand, he was even carrying a canvas bag for holding a thermos.

But when he unzipped the canvas bag and pulled out a rusty iron sword...

A chilling, sharp sword intent instantly soared into the sky!

Gu Jianqiu!

Also a previous generation S-class seed, he once fought his way in and out of a certain high-level martial arts sword cultivation secret realm seven times.

But he had seen many sword-wielding geniuses die tragically because of their arrogance, and he knew the importance of "concealing one's sharpness and guarding one's simplicity".

He is usually humble and gentle, and even blushes when haggling with the aunties at the market.

There is absolutely no arrogance or otherworldly air about him, unlike those so-called sword immortals.

But at the moment he draws his sword, he becomes one of the sharpest swords in China!

"Sigh, this beast carries the resentment of a higher dimension. Although those metal mechs are exquisite, the pilots' cultivation levels are too low, and they can't unleash the true power of the formation at all."

Gu Jianqiu tilted his head back, took a sip of tea, wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth, and burped.

"Hiccup... This time, the resentment is really damn strong."

He squinted his slightly cloudy eyes, looked at the half-dragon raging in the sky, and gave a bitter smile.

"I heard that some promising talents who went to the [Investiture of the Gods] Secret Realm did something earth-shattering there."

"This projection is probably the resentment from over there that has nowhere to vent, so it's coming to haunt us through the cracks in the flow of time."

"The younger generation is working hard at the forefront, striving to secure an enduring legacy for our planet."

"We old folks can't just not even be able to guard the gate properly at home, can we?"

"Alright, Lao Gu, you've been the most arrogant one ever, stop talking nonsense. My absolute territory won't last long, this beast's resentment is too strong!" Zhao Shanhe gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Know."

Gu Jianqiu didn't say anything more.

With a slight bend in his body, he transformed into a simple, unadorned gray sword light, piercing directly through the Golden Bell Shield and defying the heavens to meet the thousand-meter-long phantom of the dragon!

"Sizzle—"

There is no flashy sword light, only the ultimate sharpness.

Gu Jianqiu's sword precisely cut into the not-yet-fully-formed reverse scale on the lower jaw of the illusory dragon.

"roar!"

The dragon, in pain, tumbled wildly in mid-air and slammed a claw into Gu Jianqiu's chest.

"Bang!"

Gu Jianqiu was thrown back to the defensive line like a cannonball, crashing through three load-bearing walls before finally coming to a stop.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, struggled to his feet, looked at the rusty iron sword with a chipped edge in his hand, and gave a bitter smile.

"No... the suppression from the higher-dimensional power is too severe; my sword intent cannot cut through its primordial resentment."

Just then.

On a high point in the defensive line, a middle-aged woman dressed in an elegant cheongsam was rapidly drawing array patterns on the ground.

"Old Gu, Old Zhao, step back!"

Shen Qing, a middle-aged beauty, is also a reclusive S-level array master.

She didn't try to fight back, but remained calm.

"The resentment emanating from this dragon isn't its own! It's borrowing power!"

Shen Qing's voice echoed in their minds.

"According to the latest intelligence from the military, this resentment carries the pain of losing a child and the hatred of wiping out an entire family! It's a higher-dimensional emotion far exceeding that of the sea serpent projection itself!"

"It's roaring... saying something like 'Give me back my son's life!'"

Hearing Shen Qing's analysis.

Zhao Shanhe and Gu Jianqiu exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and horror in each other's eyes.

Give me back my son's life!

This monster emerged from a crack in the East Sea in the world of Investiture of the Gods!

Its resentment stems from a powerful being in the world of Investiture of the Gods!

"Oh My God……"

Gu Jianqiu's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"This monster that has transformed into a dragon, merely carrying a trace of the resentment leaked from that powerful being, has already become so terrifyingly invincible?"

"What earth-shattering battle of gods took place in that so-called 'Investiture of the Gods' secret realm?!"

"Who on earth killed the son of a powerful figure from the East Sea, driving him to such a violent state of resentment that he even crossed realms?!"

Unbelievable!

In the minds of these previous generation S-class powerhouses, this level of cause and effect was simply beyond human comprehension.

Just what kind of high-dimensional monster is that God of Slaughter?!

"Boom!"

The crack in the sky widened again.

The illusory dragon seemed to sense the despair and madness of the real body; its body began to swell, preparing for a final self-destructive attack.

Once this mass of high-dimensional resentment explodes above the defensive line.

Not to mention the absolute territory, the entire eastern coastal area of ​​China will be razed to the ground!

"Damn it, I can't defend against it..."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were about to burst, and his golden bell shield was already covered with cracks.

Gu Jianqiu took a deep breath and held the rusty iron sword horizontally in front of his chest.

A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of this usually low-key and composed middle-aged swordsman.

"Old Zhao, Sister Shen. I, Gu Jianqiu, have lived a life of hiding for most of my life. Today, it's time for me to be arrogant for once."

"I will ignite my sword spirit and forcefully break through its source. You all find a chance to evacuate the civilians..."

"Don't be foolish!" Zhao Shanhe roared, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gu Jianqiu gritted his teeth, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Old Lu is guarding the country's border in the north; he can't come back."

"Even if it costs me my life, I'll hold this line!"

"We must not let this beast disturb the children's way home."

He took a deep breath, and his internal energy began to burn. This was the use of some forbidden technique that overdraws his life force!

"Stay calm... just stay calm for these last few hours!"

"That generation of young people who fought their way out of the [Investiture of the Gods] secret realm are coming back soon!"

"When they return, they will bring with them true immortal essence..."

"The sky should be bright by now."