153: Mecha cemetery

Over the next seven days, Xu Jingzhe ate one piece of the experimental field each day. He underwent a thorough rebirth, purging the impurities from deep within his body from the inside out. He also became even more handsome than before, enough to blind someone's titanium alloy dog eyes.

He couldn't bear to eat the remaining five fruits, so he stored them in his space, reserving them for those in need.

He stood under an ancient tree with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. A gentle breeze blew, stirring his thick black hair, giving him an indescribable air of elegance and lightness, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Suddenly.

Xu Jingzhe moved, assuming the starting stance of an Old Arts technique: Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

Each punch and movement was fierce and overbearing, radiating an invincible aura from the inside out. It was a conviction of invincibility; no matter how strong the opponent, he would not fear them.

No matter how your weapons change, I will break them with a single hand.

The fallen leaves at his feet moved with his steps, rising and falling, drifting near and far. His Old Art began to change; his movements became light and elegant, leaving no traces, possessing an indescribable charm.

With drunken steps and hands wielding the Old Arts, every move and stance flowed naturally, looking even more professional than a master who had practiced the Old Arts for decades.

Boom!

A dull explosion sounded in the air, and the leaves of the ancient tree rustled down. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his clear eyes; deep within his gaze, a flash of golden light flickered and vanished.

Having purged the impurities, his body was lighter than before, and his physical form was even more robust. His internal organs had been cleansed, with an imperceptible golden glow occasionally shimmering across their surfaces.

His golden pollution core had recovered more than three-quarters; only a few cracks remained unhealed. His bone hardness had increased from 270 to 290, and his skin toughness from 200 to 210. As for his abilities, there were no changes for now.

I really want to dig up these ancient trees, Xu Jingzhe said longingly.

System: Ding, ahem... Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future.

Not to mention whether the outside world has an environment suitable for these specially cultivated ancient trees, if the major families knew you had trees that bear fruits comparable to Moon Soil Evolution Fluid Pure Liquid, they would tear you to pieces.

Xu Jingzhe chuckled and rubbed his head. Too greedy, too greedy.

Leaving the experimental field, he continued walking towards the black mountains. Along the way, he discovered quite a few metal shards scattered among the grass.

The material of the metal shards had not changed; it was the same material as the mechanical dogs and mechanical bulls he had encountered at the beginning.

Lightweight and hard.

Getting closer and closer to the black mountains, Xu Jingzhe's luck was explosive; he didn't step into any strange spaces.

However, his sense of direction gradually weakened, and he couldn't distinguish north, south, east, or west, simply using the black mountains as a signpost.

His head began to swim, his vision gradually blurred, and he felt a sense of vertigo.

The black mountains held a mysterious magical power that disrupted his pituitary gland. Xu Jingzhe bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay alert. His blurred eyes instantly cleared, his body tensed, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking his clothes.

He braked just in time. Only a step away, there was a blood-colored heart-shaped lake, its viscous water bubbling and gurgling like boiling blood.

On the edge of the lake, there were many metal fragments, pitted and eroded, without a trace of luster. He picked up a piece of metal; the metal that had been soaked in the blood-colored lake had become like a sheet of paper, hanging limply and dripping with the viscous red lake water.

An indescribable stench began to spread, as if something had been rotting for thousands of years.

Xu Jingzhe had not seen this lake before; it seemed to have appeared suddenly.

Still shaken, Xu Jingzhe slowly retreated and looked up at the black mountains. He realized that he was less than two kilometers away from the mountains, and there was a clear boundary line a hundred meters ahead.

A clear distinction between black and grey!

The land around the mountains was also black, distinctly different in color from the other mountains around it.

A hundred-meter distance, reachable in a few steps.

The moment Xu Jingzhe stood on the black land, the black mountains before him underwent an earth-shattering change. They were countless times taller than what he had seen before, towering into the clouds, pitch-black like ink.

From the mountainsides up, black ribbon-like mists appeared, deepening as they went higher. At a height visible to the naked eye, it looked like black ink had been spilled, drifting in the high air like flowing water.

The three great mountains were each like pillars reaching to the heavens, their aura overwhelming, making people feel small and powerless. They were majestic and imposing, with an inexplicable energy circulating on their surfaces, as if they had traveled from ten thousand years ago.

The closer he got to the mountains, the more intense this aura became. Although it was invisible, it seemed to exist in reality, turning into an unseen shackle that was placed upon Xu Jingzhe.

Xu Jingzhe stumbled, almost falling to the ground. The aura weighing on his back was simply too heavy; his body creaked with every step he took.

A wisp of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the black land and sparkling.

Damn it!

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His knees ached faintly, as if they were about to crack.

With only a hundred meters left to the mountains, Xu Jingzhe had to stop to rest. The golden blood at the corner of his mouth wouldn't stop, no matter how much he wiped it, continuing to ooze out.

He believed that even a 25-year Contaminator coming here would find it hard to endure.

Few people could have a body as solid as his, capable of withstanding it directly.

Roar...

Xu Jingzhe let out a roar, the energy within his body exploding. In one go, he finally ascended the first black mountain.

The pressure on his body immediately eased, and his breathing became smooth, reaching straight to his crown.

The mountain was barren, very quiet. Xu Jingzhe discovered stone steps carved by human hands, leading from bottom to top, like a road to the heavens.

He climbed the steps, quickly moving towards the top of the mountain. His slender figure gradually merged with the mountain, disappearing from sight.

Big Boss, these three high mountains must have quite a history, right? Xu Jingzhe asked.

Are you frozen, or do you just not want to answer?

Big Boss?

The system did not respond to Xu Jingzhe, so Xu Jingzhe felt that these three black mountains must have a great history.

Half an hour later, Xu Jingzhe stood on a large rock, gazing into the distance.

Excluding the black mountains, it was not an exaggeration to describe the scenery as picturesque: colorful clouds filled the sky, distant mountains echoed each other, and forest birds flew in pairs, full of poetic and artistic charm.

His gaze shifted from far to near, and Xu Jingzhe's sight stopped at one spot, unable to look away.

The shock to his mind was no less than a Category 12 tornado striking. Not far below, countless raised graves were arranged neatly, and next to the graves were the heads of mechs.

Due to the weathering of time, some of the mech heads had collapsed, with metal parts scattered all over the ground.

This was a Mech Graveyard!