Zheng Zha stared blankly at Chu Xuan, asking foolishly, "You never suspected the Soviets before this?" Chu Xuan finished the seventh apple he had taken out. Before that, there had been four small cucumbers and several vividly colored fruits whose names he couldn't recall. He ate as if he hadn't seen food in days, and only after consuming everything did he speak: "Suspicion is useless.

Until we display sufficient strength, no nation or power will feel threatened by a few individuals. And if we threaten them to hand over the Buddha statue components before then, their reaction would more likely be desperate denial or the immediate destruction of the components. If we threatened them with a world-ending weapon and demonstrated it on another region or country, there's a fifty percent chance they wouldn't believe us and would instead demand the weapon or offer the statue components in exchange, because they know how important that weapon is to us, and we wouldn't dare use it to directly strike the location of the components.

This way, we’d waste more time meticulously searching." "So, it's better to do as we have done—suspect no one, no power. We simply pretend we don't know where the Buddha statue components are. Anyway, as we blast our way through, we deal with whoever is in the way.

They don't know we only have one Magic Cannon, nor do they know how many shots we can fire. Under the pressure of indiscriminate annihilation, unless they truly have no statue components, they can only present them to avoid collateral damage. In this indiscriminate destruction, survival is the most genuine choice." After Chu Xuan and the others separated along the Pacific coast of the United States, they used the Kuomintang’s channels to broadcast their itinerary.

More than an hour later, just as Chu Xuan was preparing to use the third Magic Cannon shot on the central regions of the U.S., news arrived from the Soviet Union: they possessed the final Buddha statue component, and their demand was simple. They demanded the manufacturing method for the single-person flying "Flying Sword"—that is, the method for creating the Green Goblin Skateboard. Although the Soviet higher-ups genuinely desired the Magic Cannon, that superweapon supported by four skeletal horse legs, they dared not make such an "outrageous" demand.

After much deliberation, this personal flying device, possessing extreme speed and immense convenience, became their top priority. Once they possessed this flying device, strategic depth would cease to exist, as would geographical constraints. While its deterrent power was less than that of the superweapon, its actual practical value exceeded it.

These Soviet leaders certainly had grand ideas. "And the result? You gave them the manufacturing method for the Green Goblin Skateboard?" Zheng Zha asked curiously.

Chu Xuan nodded. "Whether I gave it to them or not was irrelevant. Even if they have the blueprints, they can't manufacture the final product.

Several components of the Green Goblin Skateboard can only be exchanged from the 'Main God,' parts even I cannot create. Moreover, our Green Goblin Skateboards have been modified; they require your internal energy to charge. So, giving it to them caused no harm.

Additionally, I provided them with a sample unit as they requested. That is why the two of them returned riding the same Green Goblin Skateboard." With that, Chu Xuan pointed towards Cheng Xiao and Wang Xia. There were now thirteen hours remaining before the seven-day critical time limit.

Chu Xuan and the others had truly scoured the world. Relying on the superb maneuverability of the Green Goblin Skateboards, they finally returned to the entrance of the tomb in Shanxi, China, just before the deadline. At that moment, Zheng Zha had just finished dealing with a wave of Yellow Turban Strongmen that had just arrived.

Thus, during their conversation, everyone decided to rest for an hour first, and then enter the underground tomb with the remaining twelve hours, where it would be Zheng Zha’s time to fight. "What a long journey this has been." Zheng Zha looked at the people before him, sighing ceaselessly. Cheng Xiao waved his hand.

"It hasn't been that long, only seven days..." "Yes, only seven days..." Zheng Zha immediately ground his teeth and retorted, "I was merely manipulated by someone and spent almost half a year in the dream world, stuck on a deserted island with nothing but a group of children! And the crucial part is that I couldn't wake up by my own will! If you had experienced what I did, I believe you too would use the word 'long'!" Regarding Zheng Zha's complaints about being "manipulated again," Chu Xuan was entirely straightforward, showing not the slightest intention to apologize or explain.

In fact, he had never offered any justification for his actions, maintaining a blatant "I did it, what can you do about it?" attitude. His demeanor at that moment made Zheng Zha's teeth itch with fury, wishing he could bite off a chunk of him for relief. "I've said it many, many times!

We are partners! I am your partner, everyone is your partner! No matter how lonely, emotionless, feelingless, or even heartless you were before!

We are still your partners! We will not abandon you when you need us, nor will we leave your back exposed to monsters and danger! So, whatever layout, design, or plan you have, please tell us, okay?

This time, if you had told me I would enter the dream world and stay there for half a year or even longer, I definitely would..." Zheng Zha shouted loudly, but he hesitated and stopped mid-sentence, as if trying to figure out how he would have handled the situation had he known beforehand. Chu Xuan let out a cold, mocking laugh. "If the situation has reached the point where I must entrust my back to you for defense, is that a scenario you truly wish to encounter?" Zheng Zha and everyone else present froze.

They imagined themselves in such a predicament—if it truly came to a point where even Chu Xuan needed them to guard him, that situation would inevitably be hopeless. The question now became simple: should Chu Xuan rely on his partners like an ordinary person, only for them to face utter despair, or should they rely on Chu Xuan as usual, allowing him to scheme and plan, yet ensuring they safely returned to the 'Main God' space... Instantly, everyone shook their heads.

But Zheng Zha was still somewhat unconvinced, clamoring, "But you could have told me about your designs beforehand! Like this time, you could have told me in advance that putting on those glasses would send me into the dream world!" Chu Xuan ignored him, instead assembling the Buddha statue components while speaking: "If you could understand what I was saying and actually execute it without compromise due to your personality, then yes, I might tell you the layout in advance. But that is difficult.

If you truly acted that way, then you wouldn't be Zheng Zha, and it wouldn't be your nature... For example, this time, if I had informed you of the side effect of those glasses, what you would have done is... postpone putting the glasses on her.

You definitely would have said to wait until we were back in the 'Main God' space to put the glasses on her..." "We could have waited until we were back in the 'Main God' space to put the glasses on her!" Zheng Zha said simultaneously, then paused, stunned, and only after a long moment asked, "Why couldn't we?" "Because of time constraints." Chu Xuan sighed. "We couldn't ascertain the time duration for you in the dream world, so choosing the opportunity of this horror movie world had sufficient time to let you fall asleep. Even if you hadn't awakened before the seven-day critical limit, we could have defeated the First Form God.

Although there was a possibility of failure, the success rate was higher this way. But if you had entered the dream world after returning to the 'Main God' space, there would be a problem: what if that time elapsed and you still hadn't woken up? How would we take you into the next horror movie reincarnation?

What if the next horror movie required team combat? Wouldn't the danger be far greater than this current battle? Therefore, letting you enter the dream world during this side quest was the best choice." "Although that makes sense..." Zheng Zha persisted, "But what about my feelings?

Being abruptly manipulated and thrown onto a deserted island for over half a year, only seeing a bunch of lolis and shotas walking around every day! Do you think that was fun?" Chu Xuan suddenly stopped assembling the Buddha statue components. He only turned his head, gave a strained, fake smile, and then turned back.

Zheng Zha, who had been calming down, immediately started grinding his teeth again... "That's basically the situation... Ptooey, ptooey!" Zheng Zha spat a few times before loudly declaring, "Twelve hours left until the seven-day critical limit.

In a little over an hour until the next attack by the Yellow Turban Strongmen... Everyone has rested, so let us proceed into the underground tomb. Let us enter the Suspended Pavilion and meet the ancient biological weapon, the 'God'!" "Let's go get the treasure left behind by our ancestors and witness the might of Cultivation!" With that, Zheng Zha raised the Tiger Soul Saber and strode into the valley ahead.

In that valley were thousands of Kuomintang troops standing guard—these were Yan Xishan's forces. Of course, the high-ranking officers of this unit had already received messages from the KMT high command. They were already aware of the international events that had transpired.

Therefore, the purpose of this unit’s presence was less about preventing anyone from entering the tomb and more about guarding the gate for these Eastern Immortals, lest they anger these divine beings and bring about another world-shattering catastrophe. The Central Continent Team entered the Suspended Pavilion. There were twelve hours remaining until the critical time limit...

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