The others were listening intently, only Zheng Zha asked with great curiosity, "Little Dingdang... when did you modify your glasses again? What can they see on them? Is it like the glasses in some manga that test combat power, capable of digitizing everyone's strength?" Chu Xuan shot him a sidelong glance or two, ignoring him, and continued, "This sphere of light hasn't changed at all up to this point, so we are perfectly safe standing here..." Zhang Heng suddenly interrupted, asking, "Chu Xuan... what kind of power is equivalent to a fifty-megaton nuclear bomb?" "Uh...

the power of one blast from the Magid Cannon, what's the problem?" Chu Xuan replied blandly. (In other words, we are currently standing next to the firing line of the Magid Cannon? Can this possibly be called no problem?) Never mind the wild thoughts swirling in the minds of those nearby, over an hour had already passed since the connection between the plaza and the edge of the loft began. There were about ten hours left until the seven-day critical time, but since the Buddha statue had been restored, the Yellow Turban Warriors had not reappeared, so the group had no other disturbances. For a time, they all stayed on the plaza, carefully discussing countermeasures.

"Chu Xuan, what is your suggestion? You've been talking for so long, but you still haven't gotten to the main point." Zheng Zha looked at the light sphere; it hadn't changed in the slightest since an hour ago. Time kept passing, and continuing to stay here and discuss offered no help for this side mission. He finally asked Chu Xuan impatiently. Chu Xuan nodded affirmatively, "Zhang Heng, Wang Xia, dig four horseshoe pits on the ground..." ("...This guy must be hiding something from us...") Zheng Zha watched Zhang Heng and Wang Xia desperately dragging Chu Xuan, and he could only sigh helplessly.

Even though he clearly knew Chu Xuan was concealing something, he was utterly powerless against it. Since meeting this guy, it seemed he had never escaped Chu Xuan's machinations, or predicting what he was thinking. To continue trying to guess his thoughts now was more foolish than staying here to discuss strategy; perhaps he would never figure it out in his lifetime... Zheng Zha gritted his teeth fiercely, "Forget it! Thinking further won't yield any answers!

Let's fight; damn it, I refuse to believe our team, with our current strength, can't defeat this so-called 'Prototype God.' That's the plan. For the combat aspect, listen to me... Chu Xuan, you take out the energy stones first and set up that recovery formation we got in The Lord of the Rings. This fight might take a long time. I need a way to quickly restore stamina, and for the combatants...

Ling Dian, Zhang Heng, you provide long-range support. If necessary, I need you to use the Square Demon Eye and the Arrow of Electricity. Wang Xia, follow my command; when I shout for you to attack, you control the micro-nuclear bomb and strike a specific point on that light sphere. Zhao Yingkong... Zhao Yingkong..." At this point, he sighed silently, thinking of the former Zhao Yingkong in his mind.

If it were that little girl, she possessed a constitution capable of absorbing psychic energy; she would only need to absorb a small patch of psychic energy from the surface. This opportunity would allow Zheng Zha to rush inside the light sphere for a direct assault... "Zhao Yingkong, you are responsible for protecting everyone nearby. Once the light sphere changes anything, or charges toward us, you must use your Flash Spirit Vacuum Wave and the laser skill carried by the sword at full power. Everyone's safety is entrusted to you..." Zhao Yingkong gave Zheng Zha a deep look, the meaning in her eyes so profound that for a moment, Zheng Zha thought she had regained her memory.

However, the little girl merely nodded silently, said nothing more, gripped the invisible two-handed greatsword, and positioned herself at the very front of the group. Zheng Zha sighed again, shook his head, and then looked at Chu Xuan, "Chu Xuan, I don't know what you're hiding, but I believe you won't act against the team's best interests. In short, if anything comes up that involves the team, you can make any decision, including... scheming against me, do you understand? Although I am the main attacker in this battle, if the situation changes, I still need your help...

Alright, that's settled. Talking any longer will just waste more time. Come on, let's fight!" With that, Zheng Zha drew the Hu Po Blade from his spatial ring. This scarlet, translucent precious blade exuded a seductive sheen, shimmering with flowing light. As Zheng Zha ran forward, the light seemed to linger in place, but when Zheng Zha stepped onto the massive landmass where the loft was situated, the blade's seductive glow was seemingly suppressed by something, and the entire sword instantly dimmed slightly.

"Descendants of the yellow-skinned lineage, this trial is merely to test whether you possess the ability to guard the heritage left by your ancestors. If your strength proves insufficient, lest this heritage fall into the hands of the outer-skinned races, you shall all perish here until the next wave of yellow-skinned people arrives..." "The trial is simple: destroy the 'Prototype God.' Using this 'Prototype God' as a blueprint, our cultivators and the Sages jointly created thirty-four 'Main God' spaces. Except for a few 'Main God' spaces that are larger and designated as final holding facilities for when humanity faces imminent extinction, most 'Main God' spaces will be opened up as venues for reincarnation trials. This 'Prototype God' also possesses the preliminary ability to control energy, which the 'Main God' uses—though only the preliminary stages. The cultivators provided the lifeform manufacturing technology for this 'Prototype God,' and the Sages provided the energy operation technology.

Its genetic similarity to our human genes is over ninety-eight percent; it is the frontline consumable for us when fighting those lifeforms. Of course, considering your strength, we will not fully unleash all the 'God's' abilities. This 'Prototype God' only possesses the Mind Light for defense and lacks an evolutionary combat form." "That is the task: shatter the protective layer of the 'Prototype God's' Mind Light and destroy it. Only then will the Three Pure Ones' Dao Light enveloping the loft vanish. Otherwise, if you attempt to force your way in now, when the restriction activates, everything within a radius of ten thousand li, except for the 'Prototype God's' Mind Light, will be annihilated..." "Furthermore, the restriction in this aerial loft prohibits any flight that relies on external objects; using one's own aerial movement or jumping is not included.

This is to prevent you from achieving victory by relying on foreign tools. Remember, external objects are ultimately not the path to longevity; cultivation itself is the true path!" "Farewell, descendants of the yellow-skinned lineage. You must not disgrace the reputation of our line of cultivators. Among the three major racial lineages, the yellow-skinned lineage must never lose its status as leader. Remember this, remember this..." The moment Zheng Zha stepped onto the land of the loft, this passage imprinted itself into everyone's minds.

Curiously, however, the three plot characters—Jonathan—showed no reaction, as if they had not heard these words at all. Following the voice, the light sphere floating in mid-air slowly descended to the ground. It was truly massive, with a volume of about five thousand cubic meters, and since this light sphere was supposedly a lifeform, its size was astonishingly huge. Fortunately, once the light sphere landed, its radiance lessened slightly, and it continued to dim faster and faster, gradually fading within moments. Zheng Zha let out a breath of relief, turned his head, and laughed heartily, "Good, good, they've largely sealed the power of this 'Prototype God.' This is great; we just need to break through its shield.

I don't believe I can't break it even after using 'Annihilation'..." Wait? Why are you all looking at me with such exaggerated expressions?" Everyone stared at Zheng Zha dumbfounded—no, they were staring behind Zheng Zha. Even Chu Xuan showed an expression, though his was one of sheer fervor... Zheng Zha turned his head foolishly. What met his gaze was the light sphere rapidly shrinking inward, all light sources seeming to condense into a single small point.

The surface of the sphere kept writhing; viewed as a whole, it resembled a giant egg hatching, as if the creature inside was about to break out. "Damn it, are the cultivators kidding? Didn't they say we only need to deal with this egg? Why is this giant monster appearing? Unbelievable!" Zheng Zha shouted loudly, but after a couple of shouts, he recovered from the shock and regained his composure.

This was a battle now; he had to maintain his peak combat strength to protect everyone... Also, is the Green Goblin Skateboard unusable within the range of this loft? Zheng Zha gripped the Hu Po Blade and jogged towards the continuously writhing giant egg. Before he ran a hundred meters, the top of the egg split open violently with a deafening tearing sound. A gigantic, bizarre hand stretched out from the rupture, pointing directly upward from the egg.

A few seconds after this hand emerged outside the shell, it ripped at the egg's outer casing with force, tearing the entire shell into two halves. A humanoid monster, over forty meters tall, appeared where the egg had been. The entire surface of this monster was covered in a substance resembling a metallic shell, and at its chest, a point of extremely bright light existed. As it fully detached itself from the egg, Zheng Zha was still about a thousand meters away. Its chest light flashed violently, and the spot where Zheng Zha stood was immediately engulfed in a fierce explosion...

This was the true 'Prototype God,' the biological combat weapon used by the cultivators and Sages in ancient times... God! Jump to