novelzi Chapter 1345 - 650:
Chapter 1345 - 650:
He whispered softly, and then his eyes sharpened as he completely released the restrictions on the Inner World.
The entire Golden Hall trembled slightly, as if it were experiencing a medium-sized earthquake.
The stars above the dome flickered intensely, suddenly brightening and dimming.
The golden Great Sun, concealed under the night, responded to the summoning of its ruling will, erupting with overwhelming pressure.
The core of the Great Sun spun rapidly, rumbling and vibrating, releasing layers of majestic coronal mass.
Hundreds of golden threads erupted from the sun’s interior, spanning the heavens and earth.
Fang Cheng, seated on the throne, continued to focus his thoughts.
These rays quickly converged and compressed in the void, eventually forging into a golden arrow as solid as substance.
The arrow extended several hundred meters long, its surface ablaze with scorching True Sun Fire, exuding unparalleled dominance.
Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm, with two golden flames flickering deep within his pupils.
"Break!"
With a long flame tail, the golden arrow tore through the night sky and fiercely pierced into the world barrier.
"Crack—"
With a teeth-gritting cracking sound, the arrowhead rapidly rubbed against the barrier, showering golden sparks.
The high temperature of the True Sun Fire also swiftly incinerated the surrounding spatial turbulence.
Fang Cheng seized that tiny flaw, his will repeatedly hammering the arrow’s tail like a heavy hammer.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the barrier’s surface.
Finally, a narrow gap was forcibly pried open.
Fang Cheng’s consciousness followed the path carved by the arrow, traversing vast space, directly plunging into that dark red star.
The surrounding scenery twisted madly, colorful fragments shattering into chaotic lines, swiftly retreating.
The sensation of weightlessness came and went quickly.
In an instant, the environment around became steady again.
Fang Cheng steadied his mind, a pungent smell drilled into his nostrils.
It was the strange scent of engine oil mixed with some kind of rotten meat odor.
Through the eyes of the unfamiliar body he was in, he carefully surveyed the surrounding environment.
The lighting was dim, and the air was humid and murky.
This was a vast underground space, structurally resembling a wartime air raid shelter.
Thick metal pipes crisscrossed overhead, their walls covered with mottled dark red rust.
Unknown lichens grew extensively in the corners at the roots of the walls, emitting a faint green glow, casting some outline to the dim environment.
The lighting here was extremely insufficient.
Only a few checkpoint nodes with tangled wires had old bulbs hanging, covered with dust.
Occasionally, poor contact in the electrical circuits caused crackling electrical noise, and the lights flickered on and off.
Dust floated visibly in the air, with the distant dull hum of a generator continuing.
Amidst the mechanical noise, there were bouts of intense coughing and the sound of hoes digging into the ground.
Not far away, a few men covered in ragged leather coats gathered around a rusty gasoline barrel.
Unknown debris burned inside the barrel, wisps of black smoke slowly rising and spreading.
The entire environment appeared extremely harsh.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, focusing his attention on the current body.
"He" was kneeling on an iron plate, with his knees pressed against the cold, hard protrusions, sending bouts of ache.
His hands were clasped in front of his chest, the skin on the back of his hands was fair but covered with small cuts.
The frame was small, clearly a female body.
Directly in front of his view was a palm-sized deity statue.
The statue was made of ordinary wood, roughly carved, and quite old.
Its image barely discernible, wrapped in thorny vines, with wave patterns symbolizing flames carved on its base.
"The fierce sun dispelling darkness...the savior god burning demons..."
Prayers flowed from the throat of this body, a hint of fatigue in the voice.
Fang Cheng recognized the familiar voice, connecting it with the distinct post-apocalyptic survival environment around him.
The answer surfaced.
It was Ira.
The girl with Telekinesis, one of the Hunter Squad members he saved from a group of monsters.
As for this place, it was clearly the underground base they mentioned, Iron City.
Fang Cheng sat poised on the Golden Throne.
Through Ira’s eyes, he watched these humans struggling to survive in the apocalypse, listening to their curses for food.
Two worlds, vastly different, perfectly overlapped in his mind through a spiritual thread.
Fang Cheng suddenly felt enlightened.
He had unknowingly established a spiritual connection with the natives of another world!
Back in the Otherworld, he had intervened, killing those monsters and averting the Hunter Squad’s demise.
To those desperate wasteland dwellers, such overwhelming power was nearly akin to a god’s descent.
Their fervent faith, generated at the edge of life and death, combined with the powerful image he left in their subconscious, pierced through the world barrier, leaving a clear marker in the Inner World’s starry sky.
This was absolutely a huge unexpected pleasure.
Fang Cheng rapidly withdrew his intention.
The surrounding green lichen and underground space rippled like water waves, quickly fading away.
His vision returned to the vast, silent Golden Hall.
Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on the four stars on the dome, his mind quickly calculating the underlying value.
This meant he effectively had four mobile "True Eyes" in that world filled with monsters, radiation, and unknown resources.
In the future, if he needed to cross again, to acquire the Otherworld’s unique high-level materials,
The coordinate anchors and real-time intelligence provided by these four believers would prove invaluable.
As his thoughts soared, Fang Cheng recalled the anomaly he sensed when descending upon Ira.
On the surface of Ira’s Spiritual Body, a dense layer of black spots adhered.
These spots crawled slowly, like parasites, continuously gnawing at her spiritual power.
It seemed to be the ubiquitous high-dimensional pollution in the Wasteland World and the long-term mental drain madness of Superpower Users.
If left unchecked, Ira’s sanity would eventually be crushed by these black spots.
She would likely become a mindless monster in the wasteland, and the star representing her would also extinguish accordingly.
Fang Cheng sat up straight on the throne.
Since the two-way link was now established, the role of the Sun Heart Net wasn’t limited to just that.
With this in mind, Fang Cheng immediately raised his right hand, his palm aiming at Ira’s dark red star.
Then his five fingers clenched sharply, making a pulling motion.
The Sun Heart Net responded instantly.
Fang Cheng used the entire Inner World as a power source, transforming the inter-world channel into a massive spiritual vacuum cleaner.
A domineering suction force reached out through the channel, piercing directly into Ira’s consciousness.
In the Otherworld, Underground Iron City.
Ira, with eyes closed in prayer, suddenly stiffened, the words stuck in her throat.
She felt a sharp pain in her brain, like needles piercing.
It seemed that something was being stripped away by an irresistible force.
The black spots adhered to Ira’s Spiritual Body clung desperately to her consciousness.
But in front of the terrifying suction of the Sun Heart Net, these pollutants resisted for only half a second before being uprooted.
They were completely extracted from Ira’s body through the spiritual channel.
The pain only lasted a moment.
As the last black spot was pulled away, an unprecedented sense of relief swept through her body.
Her mind became clearer than ever, the sluggishness she experienced while using Telekinesis vanished.
Those frantic thoughts that plagued her for years, causing her headaches deep in the night, seemed to be removed as well.
Ira’s eyes snapped open, her amber pupils trembling intensely.
She looked at her hands in disbelief, feeling the long-lost lightness within her.
This was no illusion.
"God...you heard my plea..."
Ira’s body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes misting instantly.
She pressed her upper body tightly against the cold, damp iron plate, her forehead touching the ground, praying again in an extremely humble posture.
This time, when she closed her eyes,
What appeared in her mind was no longer the wasteland’s darkness, nor the crude wooden sculpture.
A golden Great Sun, burning with endless flames, was rising in her deepest consciousness.