Chapter 15 Moonlight Ascending

The dark clouds scattered, gradually revealing half a crescent moon. The faint moonlight, after the sudden dispersal of the clouds, seemed a little dazzling.

Like flowing water, the moonlight cascaded down, draped over the void where the aura of rain had not yet dissipated, giving a somewhat hazy feeling.

An Qisheng stepped into the air amidst the moonlight.

His gaze was calm with ripples, the events in the dreamscape rising in his heart.

The great dream of spring and autumn, meeting Lao Dan, had brought him many gains. Inevitably, his divine intent fluctuated, reflecting in the dream world, and creating a flaw in the seal that bound Russell.

Allowing him to escape.

However, he didn't mind. Things in the world could never be completely satisfactory. It was impossible to wait until you had complete certainty before doing anything.

More often, things came unexpectedly.

Whoosh~

With the blowing of the wind, An Qisheng's body was as light as if it had no weight at all, and as if an invisible force was allowing him to tread and pushing him into the sky, more than a hundred meters in a single step, in just a few moments.

He had already disappeared into the night.

Seeing An Qisheng stepping into the air amidst the bright moonlight, rising layer upon layer, as if stepping on real stairs, the group by the lake were all stunned.

Flying?

Was this flying?

Flying had been a desire and pursuit for countless people since ancient times. In ancient times, there were legends of flying to the moon, and in modern times, there were extreme sports such as skydiving and bungee jumping. For human beings,

Truly embracing the sky seemed to be a desire imprinted in their bones.

Seeing An Qisheng soaring into the sky before their eyes, the shock to the many people present was beyond compare, even surpassing the countless lightning bolts that had surrounded him.

This, this was flying.

Flying in reality, not in the Wang Quan Dreamscape.

No matter how real a dream was, there was always a barrier in the heart. The meaning of seeing flight in the Wang Quan Dreamscape and seeing it in the real world was completely different.

Xue Zheng stroked his beard, somewhat dazed for a moment.

He had been searching for traces of his predecessors for half his life, but had never found any legends with clear proof. Sword Immortals, sorcerers, immortals, all legends seemed to be just legends.

But at this moment, he vaguely felt that an unprecedented and enormous change was about to unfold.

He didn't know whether this change would be good or bad for the world, but for seekers of the Dao like him, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime, once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity!

"Can martial arts be practiced to this extent?"

Su Jie muttered to himself.

He only felt that every time he saw this Mr. An, his horizons would be broadened, and he would be exposed to things he would never have imagined on ordinary days.

Whether it was learning the fist technique 'Nantianmen' (South Heaven Gate) in the dream, or soaring into the sky at this moment.

"Why can Mr. An fly?"

"How did he do it?"

The others in the Xue family manor were also stunned.

Few of them knew that the terrifying thunderclouds before were summoned by An Qisheng. They only thought that he had chosen a rainy day to practice his skills.

Now that they saw An Qisheng could fly, they only felt unbelievably shocked.

Many of them had met An Qisheng before. A few years ago, he was only at the An Jin realm, without a master, and his fist techniques were mixed and not yet fully formed.

In just a few short years, becoming the number one in the world had already left them speechless.

Who would have thought that it was far more than that?

Whoosh~

It seemed to be only ten seconds or so, and everything on the ground had become as small as dust, almost invisible.

An Qisheng walked above the clouds, feeling the transformation that had taken place within him after the Qi seed had initially replaced the stellar magnetic field.

A vast, intricate, and subtle network spread out within his body, omnipresent. Within the various organs, even nascent forms of deities were condensing.

Especially in the five viscera that he had condensed first, faintly, one could see divine light flowing out from within those organs, which were like flesh and blood temples.

Without consciously cultivating it, his Ti Hua (Celestial Flower) was also showing signs of budding.

The world had three origins: essence, qi, and spirit, the three treasures.

Heaven and earth were the great Taiji, and the human body was the small Taiji. The convergence of the three flowers was no less than the unification of the three origins of heaven, earth, and man. To some extent, it would be a huge transformation to another level.

Therefore, An Qisheng was very cautious. He had been accumulating power and doing it casually, but he was very cautious about wiping his heart and sculpting his realm.

He held a heart as if treading on thin ice, and performed the meritorious deed of courageous advancement.

One movement, one stillness, one yin, one yang, that was the way.

......

Hate!

Hate!

Hate!

Indescribable hatred surged in Russell's heart like a tide.

Russell was almost frantic. The thousandfold torment suddenly erupted, and even with his control, he couldn't bear it. Only after a violent collision,

He tore through the dreamscape and escaped.

The great eternal species, the descendant of the nightmare Hydra, had actually suffered a great loss in the dreamscape!

This was unacceptable to Russell.

At the same time, murderous intent was like a tidal wave, almost uncontrollable.

But as soon as he escaped the dreamscape, he discovered the true terror of this world. His soul, honed through the years, was dissipating at an unimaginable speed in this world without any extraordinary spiritual energy.

He couldn't resist it, and there was no reason for it.

He had to pay a huge price to summon the 'Gate of Another Dimension'.

"A short-lived species, a low-level civilization..."

Looking at the invisible and colorless flying sword on the Gate of Another Dimension, Russell's soul was almost twisted.

He had never imagined that just the day-to-day, year-after-year, endless hunger, exposure, and fatigue would almost break him down.

For the first time, he felt the terror of longevity. For the first time, an unforgivable thought of suicide arose in his heart.

"You, you deserve to die!"

Amidst the swirling clouds, Russell, like blue smoke, surrounded the Gate of Another Dimension, and finally made up his mind to chant a long and convoluted incantation that seemed to contain many secrets.

Buzz!

A faint blue light flashed and disappeared. A wave undetectable to the naked eye disappeared into the Profound Star in an instant.

Whoosh~

Just then, the probe observing Mars suddenly transmitted a warning!

Qinglong, who had just left the astronomical observatory, heard the ear-piercing, shrill cry, turned around and stepped back into the observatory, almost colliding with Ya Zi.

"Mars, the monster on Mars is moving!"

Before Ya Zi could report, a staff member staggered over, shouting as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Whoosh~

Qinglong took a step forward, pushed aside several staff members, and looked at Mars.

At this sight, Qinglong's pupils also shrank.

In the boundless starry sea, a gale rose again on Mars. The giant snake, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of meters long, danced in the gale.

It let out a silent roar amidst the rolling sand and stones.

Rising from the depths of the earth, its ferocious head had already pierced through the Martian atmosphere, reaching directly into the sky, and was wrapped in an incomparably fierce aura.

It crashed into a phantom portal that had appeared outside Mars in space sometime!

The portal was a deep blue color throughout, and the patterns on it rotated like flowing water. One could faintly see the phantom of the Wang Quan sword being reflected into a light blue color!

The giant snake drilled into the gate, and was actually undergoing a violent friction with the phantom of the Wang Quan sword.

The giant snake seemed to be enduring an extremely powerful pain, and its enormous snake body, like a Great Wall, danced and shattered large areas of the Martian surface.

But even so, it was still drilling into the portal. The huge and terrifying snake body made everyone who saw it feel a chill all over their bodies.

"That gate?!"

Qinglong's heart skipped a beat, and he had already recognized that the gate was the same gate that was previously located in the atmosphere.

The gate had disappeared?

His expression changed, and he was about to call Yinglong when he remembered that Yinglong had long been in a 'dead' state.

"Qinglong!"

At this time, the voice of 'Yinglong', who had just recovered from the dead state, sounded in his headphones: "The gate has not left Xuan Xing. The one in space is its reflection... That monster seems to be coming over through the reflected portal..."

"Coming over?"

Qinglong suddenly woke up: "Where is the gate? Is the gate still in the atmosphere?"

".......It has disappeared. Resuming search and positioning."

Yinglong paused slightly before replying again: "I have deduced where that gate is... It is in the Antarctic ice sheet...

No, the gate is moving."

Qinglong pressed his arm, and a red light projected a faint light curtain in front of him. The light curtain was not parallel, but existed apart from him.

Meridians and parallels intertwined on it, forming a huge grid of longitude and latitude.

At this moment, a faint spot of light was shining on it, and that spot of light was moving at high speed, seemingly being frantically chased.

"Could that monster have escaped?"

Looking at the constantly flashing spot of light on the projection, flying around like a headless fly, Qinglong's heart 'thumped'.

One wave had not subsided, and another wave was rising again.

The shock more than half a year ago was still being digested by the whole world. In addition to Da Xuan, evil organizations had appeared in many countries, and some people were holding up the banner of doomsday, vigorously preaching that the end was coming and that death was the only destination for mankind.

It had only been half a year, and yet such a big disturbance was about to be stirred up again?

Thinking about the data that Yinglong had deduced about the Martian giant snake in the past six months, he felt a slight chill in his heart. How many times stronger was this monster than the zombie king who had replaced 'Mu Feng'?

Once it descended, how could they resist it?

Still hoping for the 'Wang Quan Dreamscape'?

For a time, Qinglong gritted his teeth, almost crushing them: "Yinglong, deduce where the 'gate's' final destination might be?"

"That gate has crossed the Hengduan Mountains... It is suspected to be heading towards Da Xuan."

Yinglong's voice was still calm: "There is a 25.2% chance it is Shanghai, a 41.8% chance it is Hong Kong, and a 15.4% chance it is Xuanjing...

The gate seems to be consciously avoiding something, or it may be looking for the best place to descend... The estimated time of arrival is forty-two minutes."

"Forty-two minutes..."

Immense pressure rose sharply, and Qinglong only felt his breathing being cut off. He was about to faint under the immense pressure: "Then, what can we do?"

His voice became hoarse.

And Ya Zi and the other staff members stationed here by the Special Affairs Bureau had already slumped and fallen to the ground.

Human joys and sorrows were not the same, and the artificial intelligence Yinglong was even less able to understand human joys and sorrows.

Hearing Qinglong's inquiry, it chose the best of the best and calmly replied: "Pray."