63: Chapter 63 Who is calling for the fleet?

The Source Realm also has a distinction between day and night.

Inside the Supreme Training Room, Chen You sat cross-legged, surrounded by dense spiritual energy that swirled around him like a light mist.

The Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art was in operation, but deep within his consciousness—

Visions of that vast ancient battlefield flashed from time to time, with a blurred figure constantly swinging a sword.

That overbearing will of 'where my intent points, nothing is unbreakable' was continuously reflected in his mind.

Outside the Supreme Tower, the night was as black as ink.

The members of Moon Gods Radiance braved the night wind, yawning somewhat helplessly.

The lights of the Supreme Tower were particularly striking in the night, casting long shadows of their figures at the edge of the illumination.

There were no traces of other Adventurers around; everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

“Manager, Chen You... he still hasn't come out.”

A guild member sent a message to Yue Ying.

“He must still be inside! Keep a close eye on him!”

“Take shifts, understand?”

“Anyone who dares to slack off will be severely punished!”

Yue Ying's reply carried an unquestionable tone of command.

And an indescribable hint of obsession.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

China had also entered the night.

Director Li Guoan rubbed his temples and glanced at Chen You's physical data on the monitoring screen.

He gave a few instructions to the personnel on duty and let the other members of the expert group go to rest first.

“Keep a good watch. If anything happens, call me directly,” Director Li Guoan's voice was steady and powerful.

Deep within the base, aside from the faint flickering of instrument indicator lights, only occasional footsteps remained.

And as the night deepened in China, at the other end of the Pacific Ocean.

United States, The Pentagon, Presidential Office.

Sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows, falling onto the dark marble floor and reflecting a solemn atmosphere.

However, this solemnity was broken by the slightly heavy atmosphere in the conference room.

President George sat at the head of the long table, a trace of subtle fatigue between his brows.

He looked at Secretary of Defense Holman, his voice slightly low.

“Holman, how are the preparations for the fleet exercise coming along?”

Holman was tall, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a resolute face, and at this moment, a confident smile hung on his lips.

That smile carried the unique pride and unquestionability of a soldier.

He straightened his back, his voice booming.

“Reporting to the President, everything is ready.”

“This afternoon, the USS Reagan carrier strike group will depart on time, heading at full speed towards the designated waters.”

George nodded slightly, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

He didn't respond immediately but fell into a brief contemplation.

“Hmm... Holman,” he looked up, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

“By doing this, will there be any accidents?”

“Accidents?” Holman's brows twitched slightly, his tone carrying a hint of incomprehension.

George's gaze drifted out the window as if remembering something, his voice lowering a bit.

“I'm referring to... the Chinese side.”

“You know, a while ago, that abnormal energy reaction that appeared within their borders...”

“Although the Chinese side claimed to the outside world that it was just a test of some new type of weather intervention equipment.”

“But our intelligence department has been unable to find conclusive evidence to support this claim.”

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat complex.

“Furthermore, our informants can't find any specific cause.”

“That energy fluctuation was even once misidentified by our satellites as the explosive yield of a strategic-level nuclear weapon...”

George's words revealed a hidden worry.

He didn't entirely believe China's explanation; he was just troubled by the intelligence gap and unable to make an accurate judgment.

That kind of unknown was what was most unsettling.

Hearing this, Holman was dismissive. He smiled contemptuously and asked in return:

“What kind of accident could happen? Mr. President, you are overthinking it.”

He walked to the massive world map, his fingertip lightly tapping the Pacific Ocean, his tone decisive.

“Our fleet is the most powerful maritime force on this planet, indisputably! The USS Reagan carrier strike group is the ace among them.”

“Any force that attempts to challenge our right to set rules in the Pacific and even globally will understand what true strength is before this torrent of steel.”

A fanatical confidence flickered in Holman's eyes as he slammed his fist heavily onto the map with a dull 'thud.'

“As for China's 'abnormal energy reaction,' it's nothing more than a trick they're using to be mysterious.”

“Mr. President, have you forgotten? Their 'cancer wonder drug' was also hyped up back then. And the result? There has been no news since.”

“Besides... breakthroughs in the medical field are, in the end, just minor tricks and small-time play.”

“True national competition must ultimately return to a contest of hard power!”

He turned around and looked directly at George, his gaze sharp.

“Military force is the final bargaining chip in the game of great powers.”

“We are still the overlord of this world.”

“Not just now, but in the future, we will still be!”

Holman knew President George's concerns well.

Under the pressure of re-election, he didn't want to see any accidents.

“Mr. President, please believe me.”

Holman's tone softened, carrying a hint of seduction.

“Once our naval fleet finishes this circuit and lets those restless countries see America's muscles clearly, the American public will surely be overjoyed.”

“Your approval rating will definitely climb again, perhaps even breaking historical records.”

He painted a beautiful political blueprint, accurately hitting George's weak spot.

George's gaze gradually shifted from doubt to determination.

He was a politician and knew the importance of public sentiment and approval ratings.

Military strength was the cornerstone for maintaining national dignity and the guarantee of his political career.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the busy streets outside the The Pentagon.

The sun was just right, and the traffic was flowing—a scene of peace.

He thought to himself: Perhaps Holman is right. Those movements in China are ultimately just bluffs.

A massive military exercise would be enough to deter the small fry and stabilize the internal situation.

“Holman,” George's voice regained the dignity a president should have, “I hope you won't disappoint me.”

“Absolutely not, Mr. President!”

Holman was full of confidence, as if he could already see the scene of the fleet plowing through the sea and the world being shaken by it.

He firmly believed that in the face of absolute military power, all conspiracies and tricks would collapse.

The United States would continue to dominate this world.

However, he did not know that the 'rules' he so firmly believed in had already been quietly overturned amidst the undercurrents.

The 'ticket to the new era' he saw had long ago turned into an outdated piece of scrap paper in the hands of a certain Level 7 Cultivator.

As the sun set, the last glow of twilight dyed the sky red.

On the Pacific Ocean, the massive steel fleet was riding the waves, heading towards the distant East.

On the bridge, the captain looked ahead with high spirits, as if seeing the dawn of victory.

They were about to sail into a brand-new sea area.

An unknown land where the rules had already changed, even exceeding the scope of their cognition.

...

When the golden glow penetrated the glazed windows of the Supreme Tower, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Chen You slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

The closed-door cultivation that had lasted for over ten hours ended, and he could clearly feel that the spiritual energy cyclone in his dantian had grown another size.

The barrier to the Third Level of Qi Refining was now only a thin layer of window paper away.

“What a pity, the qi gathering pills are used up.”

Chen You smacked his lips and stood up.

At this cultivation speed, in another ten hours, he was confident he could directly break through the barrier.

If there were enough qi gathering pills, three or four hours would probably be enough.

“I need to find a way to get some new pills.”

He thought to himself as he exited the training room.

The guide, Hill, still maintained a perfect professional smile and bowed slightly.

“Respected supreme member, your supreme lucky draw for today has not yet been conducted. Would you like to start now?”

“Start,” Chen You said concisely.

Daily free opportunities could not be wasted.

In front of him, the massive golden wheel emerged once again, its brilliance flowing as the pointer spun rapidly.

Although Chen You still held a slight expectation, he was no longer making waves in his heart.

One Heaven-grade, one Earth-grade; luck couldn't keep exploding forever.

This time it would likely be Black-grade.

However, as the pointer slowly came to a stop.

A dazzling pillar of golden light descended, enveloping Chen You within it.