621: Chapter 621 The Legend of the Savior at the End of the Century

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the brilliant blue gemstone, and he shook his head slightly:

"I do not need these trinkets."

"Please accept it."

Ira's eyes carried a hint of stubbornness as she softly explained:

"This is an induction stone nurtured by psychokinesis."

"The wasteland is vast and storms are frequent. If you change your mind in the future and want to come to Iron City to find us, just hold it and silently call my name in your heart. I will be able to sense your location and come guide you in time."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng felt a slight stir in his heart.

He would definitely have to come back in the future, and he indeed needed a native guide who knew the wasteland well and could be contacted at any time.

Moreover, after their brief interaction just now, Fang Cheng had a good impression of the members of this hunter squad.

They acted with propriety and knew how to repay gratitude; they were worth trying to interact with more deeply.

Thinking of this, he no longer declined, reaching out to take the gemstone that still carried body temperature and tucked it into his jacket pocket.

Wearing this stone close to her body, it was clearly an item the girl cherished immensely.

Fang Cheng's personality had always been clear on gratitude and grudges; he did not like taking advantage of others for free.

After a brief consideration, he reached back to his marching pack and took out a blood core he had looted earlier, handing it to Ira before him.

"Take it."

Looking at Ira's stunned expression, Fang Cheng's tone was gentle:

"You are a psychokinetic; you definitely need this thing to replenish your mental consumption and Cultivate yourself."

"Since we can be considered friends, courtesy demands reciprocity. I am not used to taking others' goodwill for free."

Ira's mouth was slightly open, looking somewhat startled at the blood core handed to her.

How astonishing was the value of a Tier-3 blood core? She had given the induction stone purely to repay the life-saving grace, never expecting to receive such a precious return gift.

Ira subconsciously wanted to decline, but upon touching Fang Cheng's calm and poised gaze, she ultimately swallowed the words of refusal.

She cautiously extended both hands and took the precious blood core emitting a faint glow.

Seeing her put it away properly, Fang Cheng smiled and waved at Kyle and the others:

"I am leaving, see you later."

Dropping those words, he turned and grabbed the heavy iron door handle, the muscles in his right arm bulging.

Accompanied by teeth-setting metal friction sounds, the half-ton explosion-proof iron door was forcibly pushed open a crack.

Fang Cheng squeezed out sideways.

Bang!

Losing external support, the iron door slammed shut again under the pull of gravity, kicking up a cloud of dust and completely cutting off the inside and outside of the subway station.

The maintenance passage plunged back into darkness, with only the flashlight beams swaying gently in the floating dust.

The beast horde outside also seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only the howling of the storm.

Roken leaned against the wall, heavily exhaling a breath he had held in for a long time.

"Goodness... Today's gig is enough for me to brag about back at the camp for half a lifetime."

His voice carried the relief of surviving a disaster, and he sighed with a look of incredulity:

"Who would have thought that not only did we not die in the polar night storm, but we also managed to bump into an Immortal Rank figure like this."

Pike stared at the tightly closed iron door and muttered softly:

"Uncle Kyle... What kind of person is he anyway? He can even tear Crawling Beasts and Black Monsters apart with his bare hands..."

Kyle's eyes were profound, and he did not answer immediately.

He quietly looked at the footprints remaining on the ground, his mind continuously replaying the shocking scene of Fang Cheng blooming with golden light flames and easily slaying monsters.

For a long time, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Do you all remember that myth and legend?"

"When the earth rekindles the flames of war, and the sky bleeds black blood..."

In the dim light, the expression on Kyle's face appeared exceptionally solemn as he slowly recited the ancient prophecy that had circulated in the wasteland for a long time:

"The savior will descend from distant stars, draped in the True Sun Fire, walking the scorched earth in a Mortal body."

"He will surely dispel the shadows of the abyss, burn away the demons of the end times, and let true light shine upon this broken world once more."

The burly man's voice echoed lowly in the empty passage, carrying a nearly fanatical prayer-like undertone.

Listening to him recite the ancient scriptures, everyone fell into silence.

Ira lowered her eyes, holding tightly with both hands to the warm blood core gifted by the other party.

Roken silently straightened his injured back, holding his rifle tightly in his arms with his single arm, uncharacteristically lacking his usual slickness and sloppiness.

Pike's dirty face showed a bit of innocence, and he blinked as if he had some realization.

In the faint halo of light, the four hunters struggling to survive in the wasteland remained silent for a long time.

Only the steady and powerful heartbeats in each other's chests remained in their ears.

That was a certain hope quietly igniting on this pitch-black scorched earth.

...

The violent wind carrying volcanic ash howled wantonly under the dark red firmament.

The entire world was like a dead, colossal corpse, riddled with scars and displaying utter desolation.

Only the wildly dancing yellow sand across the sky and the lingering pungent sulfur smell remained in the air.

Deep within the sandstorm, an upright figure walked steadily against the wind.

He carried a dark green marching pack on his back and held a heavy package in one hand.

Dark red blood was dripping down from the bottom of the rough fabric.

In the dim, flying sand, those profound eyes revealed a faint golden halo, like two never-extinguishing sparks.

"Hoo—"

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of turbid air mixed with dust, stopping at the base of the hundreds-meter-high sheer cliff.

Looking up, the dark red rock wall was like a broadsword piercing straight into the clouds, its surface pitted and weathered.

The cliff face was nearly vertical, difficult even for flying birds to cross.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, his spine emitting a series of crisp, bean-popping sounds.

Twice the gravity still oppressed his body like a shadow.

But he had long since adapted, and the surging, boundless Qi and blood in his body were enough to offset this negative impact.

Next second.

The muscles in his thighs tensed like steel cables, and his military boots slammed down, shattering the scorched earth beneath his feet.

Bang!

Airwaves emptied out, and his entire body instantly rose from the ground, shooting straight up into the high altitude of over a dozen meters.

An abrupt rock on the cliff face rushed toward him.

Fang Cheng reached out his right hand, his five fingers like cast steel, forcefully gripping into the hard weathered rock layer.

Gravel rolled down in a patter.

The muscles on his arm bulged, exerting force fiercely, and his body soared into the air once more.

Pat, pat, pat.

His feet kicked and trod in succession, and every time he landed, he stepped out a deep dent on the cliff face.

Just like that, with his left hand carrying the package and his right hand finding support points, Fang Cheng walked as if on flat ground on this nearly vertical sheer cliff, climbing straight upwards.

Viewed from afar, he looked like a raptor clinging to the cliff face, flying against the wind in the sandstorm.

If there were spectators present, this mountaineering method of relying entirely on an inhuman Physical Body to resist gravity would definitely drop everyone's jaws.

In just over a dozen bounds, the top of the cliff clearly appeared in his field of vision.

Fang Cheng supported himself on a protruding rock with one hand, his waist and abdomen contracting fiercely, and his entire body used the momentum to spring upward.

In mid-air, he turned his body lightly like a hawk turning over, and then with his feet sinking, he stood steadily on the flat ground at the edge of the cliff.

Fang Cheng weighed the beast meat in his hand, looked at the pitch-black fissure in the mountain before him, and strode towards it.

The moment he stepped into the cave, the fierce wind and the flying sand across the sky seemed to be completely isolated outside.

Walking inwards along the dim and narrow natural fissure, the surrounding light became even gloomier.

The air gradually filled with a damp musty smell and some ancient, decaying aura.

On the rocks that should have originally been dry, dense water droplets condensed, quietly sliding down along the dark cyan rock veins.

His military boots stepped on the ground, making "da, da" sounds that quietly echoed.

Walking for about two hundred meters, his vision finally broadened instantly.

Fang Cheng returned to that huge underground space.

He cast his gaze toward the dilapidated circular altar in the center.

Above the dome, the red vortex was emitting low-frequency vibrations humming like a swarm of bees.

The edges of the vortex flickered on and off, and quite a bit of airflow dissipated from it, whipping up gusts of tornadoes out of thin air.

The spatial passage shuttling between the two realms clearly showed signs of instability.

Fang Cheng walked to the edge of the altar and stopped.

He lowered his head to look at the blurry Formation patterns under his feet smoothed out by the years.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the ferocious, demon-like Buddhist murals on the surrounding rock walls.

In his mind, he could not help recalling Grey Hawk's attempt to use the examinees' blood to draw a summoning Formation.

To open this cross-realm gate, does it really have to rely on some bloody sacrificial ritual?

If this is the case...

Did the Special Investigation Team deliberately hold a physical fitness test in the Xishan military restricted area with some ulterior motive?

Also, the military currently firmly controls another relic entrance, yet they still chose to cooperate with the Noah Organization to launch research projects targeting the Other Shore World.

Besides blood sacrifices, they definitely controlled another set of safe and stable opening methods in their hands.

Fang Cheng did not understand Formations, nor did he have living people in his hand to act as sacrifices.

He could not just toss this bag of freshly cut Crawling Beast meat he had in hand up there to make a sacrifice to the heavens, could he?

Just as he was pondering, the peculiar pulling sensation deep within his consciousness suddenly intensified.

It was as if someone had suddenly plucked a long-tensed string in his brain.

Fang Cheng quickly raised his head to look.

The edges of the red vortex on the dome began to collapse inward rapidly.

The energy passage that was originally several meters wide visibly shrank by a large circle.

The energy maintaining the two-realm passage was clearly running out fast.

Fang Cheng gathered his stray thoughts and hesitated no longer.

His knees bent slightly, and his thighs suddenly exerted force.

Crack.

His military boots crushed large areas of cracks into the altar steps beneath his feet.

His figure soared into the sky, diving headfirst into that rolling blood-red color.

The moment he passed through the vortex, the familiar weightlessness arrived as scheduled.

But this time, accompanied by it was a terrifying repulsive force crazily squeezing in from all directions, as if it wanted to crush his internal organs to pieces.

Due to the exhaustion of energy, the spatial passage was on the verge of collapse.

The crimson inner walls were no longer smooth, but twisted together in layers like shriveled intestines.

Amidst the passage turbulence, countless blurry black shadows emitted harsh wails, skimming past Fang Cheng's body.

There were even many human faces with displaced features forcibly squeezing out from the folds of the flesh walls.

They stared fixedly at the rapidly descending Fang Cheng, their mouths wide open.

It seemed they wanted to bite his limbs and forcibly keep this vibrant life in this Void Realm as a burial companion.

Fang Cheng felt as if he had been stuffed into a high-speed rotating drum washing machine.

The violent airflow was depriving him of control over his own body.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and immediately urged his True Qi.

Hum—

Dazzling golden light surged out from beneath his skin, and the Hunyuan True Domain instantly expanded for several meters.

The distorted spatial turbulence, like countless sharp blades, crazily cut at the golden light shield, splashing large areas of dazzling sparks.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, his waist and back straight, enduring the heavy pressure sufficient to tear apart an ordinary person's Physical Body, traversing at high speed within the kaleidoscopic passage.

The speed of descent grew faster and faster, as if it were endless.

Bang!

His vision suddenly darkened, and his body smashed down from the end of the passage like a cannonball that had lost power.

Afterwards, his feet heavily stepped onto the hard black stone ground.

The huge impact force went straight up from his leg bones to his waist.

Fang Cheng smoothly rolled forward once to discharge the force, supporting the ground with one hand to stabilize his posture.

The world's repulsive force oppressing his entire body all around suddenly dissipated.

Replaced by it was a long-lost sense of ease, and even breathing became much smoother.

Fang Cheng stood straight and looked around.

Gloomy green fluorescent light flickered between the dim rock crevices.

A dozen-meter-high dilapidated Buddhist pagoda stood quietly ahead, and the withered bones scattered beside the broken stele still maintained their original appearance.

Off-white mist rolled around, mixed with the damp and cold aura unique to deep mountains and dense forests.

"I am back..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice, turning his head to glance at the scene in mid-air behind him.

That crimson vortex was rapidly shrinking.

In less than half a minute, it collapsed into a red dot of light the size of a soybean.

Finally, with a "pop" sound, it completely annihilated into nothingness.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng shook off the dust stained on his body and twitched the corners of his mouth:

"It is a good thing I came back in time, otherwise at this rate I would only be able to stay in the wasteland and play an apocalypse survival game..."

Saying this, he picked up the bag of beast meat again, turned around, and walked outward in big strides along the dim passage.

His military boots stepped on the black stone ground, making a steady and rhythmic da-da sound.

The surrounding black fog churned endlessly, and the thick mist was like slowly moving dark walls.

Accompanied by the airflow, they continuously squeezed and gathered inward, submerging the Buddhist pagoda behind him into darkness.

A moment later, a water-ripple-like golden barrier spanned across the front, completely sealing off the way forward.

Fang Cheng stopped his steps, his expression becoming a bit more serious.

This layer of Buddha light, which looked sacred but actually contained terrifying energy, had just melted those two assassins into bloodwater in an instant a few hours ago.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, and the dormant Qi and blood in his body boiled again.

Hum—

Dazzling golden light flames spewed out from his body like substance, and the Hunyuan True Domain expanded once more.

The extreme high temperature instantly baked dry the ground beneath his feet, dispersing the dense mist around him.

Bearing this wheel of golden light shield, Fang Cheng strode forward and crashed straight into that layer of golden light.

Sizzling corrosion sounds blared, and white smoke rose, but it simply could not pierce through the defense of the True Sun Fire.

Fang Cheng leaned his upper body forward, his waist and back exerting fierce force, like a red-hot smelting furnace, forcefully squeezing out from the barrier's resistance.

Just as he penetrated the outer light film and his boot soles stepped back onto that cold and damp deep mountain forest.

Deep within the thick fog ahead, a crisp rifle bolt-pulling sound suddenly came.

Closely followed by Ma Donghe's exclamation:

"A-Cheng, watch out!"

(End of Chapter)