417: The trip to the caves in western Sichuan begins!

“It’s only been ten days…”

By the time Fu Jian arrived, it was already past five in the afternoon. He picked up Shen Bei, and they set off for the Sichuan West Abyss.

While driving, he glanced at Shen Bei: “Tired of playing already?”

Shen Bei bowed slightly, revealing the flawless, cold, yet impeccable smile of a butler from a grand estate, and said:

“I’ve played enough.”

Fu Jian’s mouth twitched: “Is there a difference between this and being impatient? I didn’t think you were the type to have a three-minute passion.”

In fact, Fu Jian had heard of Shen Bei long ago.

Perhaps his reputation among the common people wasn't very prominent; let alone ordinary people, even in the Martial Artist circle, there were those who didn't know Shen Bei.

But within the Military, Shen Bei’s name was quite well-known.

The Military not only guarded the Abyss but also assisted the Martial Arts Management Bureau in handling unlawful Martial Artists in society.

These “unlawful Martial Artists” mostly referred to the Apocalypse Cult and the Headhunter Tribe.

There was also a small group of rogue Martial Artists who impulsively committed murder and were wanted.

To put it this way, almost all the active forces of the Apocalypse Cult and the ghost assassins of the Headhunter Tribe in the entire Liaobei Province were wiped out by Shen Bei.

Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, Shen Bei killed the core members of these organizations; the remaining small fries simply collapsed.

Liaobei Province no longer had headaches due to these two organizations causing trouble.

And in this, Shen Bei continuously struck, although not in one fell swoop, and the time span was very long.

But from this, it can be seen that Shen Bei was not a Martial Artist of fleeting passion or three-minute enthusiasm.

The current Shen Bei was very strange, alarming the upper echelons of the country to learn Sichuan Opera Face Changing.

After playing for about ten days, he stopped playing…

At this moment, Shen Bei patted Fu Jian’s shoulder, revealing a mischievous smile: “The objective has been achieved, there’s no need to stay any longer.”

“What objective?”

Fu Jian looked at Shen Bei with the anticipation of a glutton looking at a roasted chicken.

Shen Bei stroked his chin upon hearing this, hesitating for a moment. This expression, rather than indicating hesitation about whether to answer, was more like hesitation about which content to choose for his answer.

“You can submit a report to the higher-ups. Once approved, I will answer you.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Jian floored the accelerator: “Let’s hurry to the Sichuan West Abyss then…”

What kind of report am I supposed to make?!

Just by his tone, it was definitely a national top secret, something not to be touched, heard, or seen.

They continued on their way.

Sichuan West is mountainous; looking at a straight line, it doesn't seem far, but in reality, when you go in circles, it's like seeing a mountain and running the horse to death.

The mountains were stacked layer upon layer, undulating, with barren, steep rocky mountains connecting into a continuous expanse, and a huge mountain gorge and rift valley cutting through this wild, desolate area, full of a desolate and majestic feeling.

Unconsciously, night deepened, dark clouds surged, and starlight was hard to see.

Beneath the dark clouds, the mountains undulated, a continuous range like a slumbering giant beast, lying prostrate. In the vast, dark wilderness, there was a profound silence.

“Let’s rest in Deyin for a night.”

The car stopped at a hotel in Deyin.

Both of them were in a hurry anyway; they could reach the Abyss in two or three hours of driving tomorrow.

They had a simple dinner.

Bored, Shen Bei climbed to the hotel’s top floor.

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, as if on a cliff, he felt both dangerous and light, like a bird carried high by the wind.

Fu Jian, carrying two cans of beer, also sat beside Shen Bei and tentatively asked: “You’re curious about the Sichuan West Abyss. Do you have a way to solve the current predicament?”

Fu Jian’s eyes sparkled.

Shen Bei gave a wry smile: “I’m not good at putting out fires or cleaning up messes. I’m just curious about the methods of a Great Cultivator who is even more powerful than a Martial God and demonstrates overwhelming power.”

Three seconds passed before Fu Jian, as if a machine had finally started, raised his face and said without warning: “I thought you had some clever angle to solve the problem.”

Shen Bei’s expression was indifferent; no positive or negative feedback could be seen on his face.

He looked down at the entire city.

The streetlights were on, the rigid skyline was hidden in the lights, and the tall buildings of the business district looked like square cages woven with light from afar. In the distance was a wide lake, and next to the lake, traffic surged on the elevated road, car lights converging into a stream of light.

Shen Bei felt that every point of light in this stream was a living firefly, confined within this curved, slender elevated road, forced to rush forward, searching for an exit.

“If even a Martial God can’t solve it, how could I possibly?”

Shen Bei shrugged and continued: “Oh, by the way, a few days ago you said a few more Martial Artists got caught up in it. What did you mean by that?”

“Have you seen Inception?” Fu Jian asked.

Shen Bei nodded: “I have.”

“It’s similar to that movie,” Fu Jian said with a heavy tone: “Those who unfortunately fell victim are all asleep in a dream, unable to wake up.”

“To wake them, one must enter the dream and break it.”

“The subsequent people also got trapped after performing the dream-entering technique.”

Fu Jian spread his hands: “That’s roughly the situation.”

Shen Bei pondered for a moment.

This method of falling into a dream, Shen Bei seemed to have encountered it somewhere.

It should have been when the Changtu County Abyss opened, and an abnormal person created a large gray fog, and Yu Qi and others were affected at that time.

But it seemed a bit different from the situation here in Sichuan West.

Yu Qi and the others were fine, but here, everyone collectively couldn’t wake up.

Shen Bei asked curiously: “Were you there at the time? What did that Great Cultivator look like?”

“Oh, I saw him very clearly,”

Fu Jian chattered: “He had a gaunt face that looked somewhat like a monkey, and his eyes darted around. The most striking feature was a circle of Crimson flowing light in his eyes, constantly expanding and contracting, swirling around his pupils.”

“Good heavens, he was incredibly fierce!”

Fu Jian recalled, still with a look of lingering fear: “With a raise of his hand, he could destroy the world, kill countless beings, and his pressure was immense. Just by walking past, ordinary Martial Artists would directly explode and die.”

“They couldn’t even perceive how he attacked, it was as if…”

Fu Jian said here, his words subtly revealing an indescribable fear: “It was as if they were torn apart by the Qi currents swirling around him. Luckily, I was quite far away at the time, otherwise, not even a speck of flesh would have been found.”

“I now even suspect if there are other Realms above Martial God.”

Shen Bei took a deep breath and gave him a definitive answer: “There are.”

“You know?” Fu Jian asked, his eyes wide.

Shen Bei nodded.

“What is it?” Fu Jian almost roared.

Shen Bei turned to look at Fu Jian: “What is your rank?”

Fu Jian was a little proud: “Only a Seventh-Rank, not very high.”

“Then just wait, you’ll know sooner or later.”

“Your nonsense is truly like car exhaust.”

Shen Bei laughed, stood up, stretched his waist, and turned to leave.

…

The next day.

The two woke up early, crossed the mountains, and after two and a half hours, arrived at the Sichuan West Abyss.

Unlike other Permanent Dungeons.

It was truly too desolate here.

Aside from the Military patrolling the perimeter, no Martial Artists were seen entering or exiting.

At the same time, the surrounding mountains and land showed large areas of landslides and huge craters.

It was as if a nuclear bomb had cleansed the area.

It showed how much destruction the initial Sichuan West Abyss riot had caused.

Fortunately, the Sichuan West Abyss was far from residential areas, otherwise, it would have been an uncontrollable disaster.

“The problem here cannot be solved, so the Abyss can only be temporarily closed,”

Fu Jian explained.

Shen Bei nodded.

The two didn't delay. Shen Bei submitted an entry application at the Abyss entrance, Fu Jian explained the situation, and Shen Bei was granted permission to enter the Abyss.

They passed through the Abyss light gate.

And arrived at the Sichuan West Abyss camp.

Inside one of the barracks, Shen Bei finally witnessed the grand scene of hundreds of Military personnel collectively unconscious…