77: Chapter 77 Invincibility and Sudden Events

Chen Mo had no destination for his next stop.

In the current world, nothing he needed had appeared yet.

At the same time, there were no weapons or natural disasters that could harm him.

Even humanity's most powerful nuclear weapons could not lock onto Chen Mo.

His Force Field could distort light to achieve invisibility, and when radar waves swept over him, it was as if they were sweeping across a void.

And with Chen Mo's speed of Mach 12, even large-scale saturation bombing would be ineffective.

His Mental Power danger perception would provide a warning before the missiles even launched, giving him enough time to escape the core explosion zone in an instant.

The shockwaves could not catch up to his back, and as for radiation, the Force Field itself could insulate against electromagnetic waves and particle streams.

Moreover, with Chen Mo's recovery speed, DNA damage was a non-issue for him.

He was now invincible in this world.

This judgment surfaced coldly in his mind, devoid of pride or arrogance; it was simply a statement of fact.

Chen Mo had also initially accomplished the goal he had set previously: to possess the power to deal with most disorder.

He could be a little more free now.

This thought allowed his constantly tense nerves to relax slightly.

Chen Mo flew aimlessly at a speed of Mach 1, maintaining an altitude of 8,000 meters, above the clouds, with a wide field of vision.

His Force Field enveloped his entire body, insulating him against shockwaves and noise, making him like a silent bullet streaking across the sky.

At the same time, Chen Mo's body was also silently improving.

Source Power circulated back and forth in his body, tempering every cell in his body with every passing second.

His strength was increasing at a rate of 162 kilograms per hour.

He was becoming stronger every minute and every second.

He flew south, preparing to take a look at Hong Kong.

That city embraced by the ocean, once a place where prosperity and chaos intertwined, he had yet to see what it looked like after the Spiritual Energy Revival.

Suddenly.

Something intruded upon the edge of Chen Mo's perception.

A passenger plane.

Altitude: 12,000 meters.

Its right engine was burning, with orange-red flames dragging out a long trail of black smoke.

A hideous gash had been torn open on the fuselage.

It must have collided with some large bird.

Chen Mo stopped flying and hovered in the clouds, his brow twitching slightly.

With the current Spiritual Energy Revival, birds were evolving too.

He had once encountered a vulture with a wingspan of over five meters at an altitude of 10,000 meters while flying.

Its feathers gleamed with a metallic luster, its eyes fierce, circling above the sea of clouds in search of prey.

It seemed this plane had assumed the conventional cruising altitude was safe.

Indeed, for the past few decades, large birds could not fly above 10,000 meters.

But now the rules had changed.

The engine exploded.

Chen Mo's perception pierced through the aluminum fuselage and saw the 323 people inside the cabin.

Crying.

Screaming.

A young woman held her child, saying "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," while her own tears could not stop streaming down.

A middle-aged man was bowing his head writing something, his hand trembling continuously, his handwriting too scrawled to be legible.

An elderly couple held each other's hands tightly, saying nothing, just looking at each other.

Someone sat blankly in their seat, eyes hollow, lips moving as if reciting some scripture.

Someone was frantically slapping their seat, cursing hysterically.

In the cockpit, Captain Huang Wei's fingers were still gripping the control stick tightly, his knuckles white.

The instrument panel was covered in red alarms, and two-thirds of the lights on the control panel had gone out.

He pressed the communication button forcefully, but there was only a harsh static sound on the radio.

Co-pilot Zhang Jianghe leaned back against his seat, eyes staring at the ceiling, his lips moving: "It's over."

The plane was plummeting at a speed of over sixty meters per second.

At this rate, in three minutes at most, the wreckage would be scattered across a desolate mountain range.

Chen Mo hovered in the air, sensing all of this.

A trace of hesitation actually flashed through his heart.

This would expose him.

This thought jumped out almost instinctively.

When one's strength is insufficient, the most important thing is to hide oneself.

This was correct.

It was not wrong in the past.

But this thought lasted less than a second.

He was now invincible.

But precisely because of that.

Watching 323 people die right in front of him, he could not do it.

A scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

A car accident, his parents' funeral portraits.

He was still young that year, standing beside his uncle, looking at the two picture frames.

That feeling of powerlessness still remained in his heart to this day, like a thorn that could not be pulled out.

Now, this thorn suddenly pricked him.

Chen Mo's gaze became firm.

He moved.

He erupted with full power at Mach 12.

The next instant, Chen Mo appeared directly beneath the plane.

His Force Field expanded instantly, like an invisible giant hand, precisely enveloping the entire fuselage.

Chen Mo raised his arms, choosing the most suitable point to apply force: the connection point of the main wing spar on the fuselage belly.

The Force Field distributed the pressure evenly, avoiding any single point bearing force exceeding the structural limit.

He could not let the plane stop suddenly.

A sudden emergency stop would press everyone into their seats and crush their bones; the massive G-force would be lethal.

The Force Field began to apply force evenly.

The plane's falling speed began to decrease.

At the same time, the Force Field applied precise pressure to the engine location, cutting off oxygen, and the flames were extinguished instantly.

The vibration of the fuselage went from violent to stable.

In the cockpit, Captain Huang Wei was the first to feel the change.

The originally violently trembling control stick suddenly quieted down.

The altimeter on the dashboard was still spinning, but the rate was slowing down.

9,000 meters, 8,800 meters, 8,600 meters.

The descent speed changed from sixty meters per second to forty, twenty, ten.

The plane was still descending, but that feeling of out-of-control plummeting had vanished.

Replaced by a sense of stability, as if being supported.

"This..." Huang Wei turned his head and looked at Co-pilot Zhang Jianghe, "Did you feel that?"

Zhang Jianghe widened his eyes, his lips moving for a long time before he could make a sound: "The plane... how did it suddenly get better?"

"I don't know."

Huang Wei's voice was trembling, "The engine is still in a shutdown state, the control stick is still unresponsive, the plane's power System is completely dead, but..."

But this was impossible.

A plane without power, with a completely destroyed right engine and a large gash in the fuselage, could not fly this steadily.

This violated all principles of aerodynamics.

"I already saw my life flashing before my eyes," Zhang Jianghe's voice carried a sob, "What the hell is going on?"

The two men sat stunned in the cockpit seats, not knowing what to do.

Inside the cabin, a man around thirty years old in a window seat was the first to notice the change outside.

"The fire in the engine is out!"

He pointed out the window, his voice changing pitch due to excitement.

The surrounding passengers looked over one after another.

Smoke was still coming from the position of the right engine, but the open flames had indeed disappeared.

Those who had been worried that the engine would explode a second time finally breathed a sigh of relief; a few people went limp and collapsed into their seats.

Immediately after, people noticed that the plane was no longer shaking.

The violent shaking, as if being torn apart by air currents and about to disintegrate at any moment, had vanished.

The plane was as stable as a normal cruise, perhaps even steadier than usual.

"The plane is under control?!"

"We're safe?!"

Cheers began to spread from the middle of the cabin; some laughed, some hugged, some were still crying, but their faces had changed to the ecstasy of having survived a disaster.

Flight attendant Ye Lili stood in the aisle, trying hard to maintain a professional smile, but her hands were trembling.

She was the purser, and she knew.

In the situation just now—engine explosion, fuselage damage, control System failure—the probability of survival was infinitely close to zero.

Now that the plane had suddenly returned to normal, it simply didn't make sense.

"Everyone calm down, do not unbuckle your seatbelts."

Ye Lili forced her voice to remain steady, "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Wang, continue to comfort the passengers, check for injuries, and bandage wounds."

After giving instructions, she walked quickly toward the cockpit.

Pushing open the cockpit door, Ye Lili asked directly: "Captain Huang, what's the situation?"

Huang Wei turned his head, his face pure confusion.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"The plane was out of control, the control panel was all red, the communication was broken, and the engines were completely shut down."

Huang Wei took a deep breath and pointed to the altimeter, "But now it's descending on its own, and it's a stable descent. Can you explain it? I can't."

Ye Lili looked at the instrument panel.

Altitude 7,500 meters, the descent rate was absurdly stable.

This had already far exceeded her understanding.

And it also exceeded everyone's understanding.

Meanwhile, in the sky outside, Chen Mo was supporting the plane with both hands, flying steadily at a speed of 500 kilometers per hour.

The Force Field enveloped the entire fuselage, precisely controlling its attitude and speed.

From the outside, the plane looked like a model held by an invisible palm, stable to the point of being eerie.

The nearest airport was 94 kilometers away.

At the current speed, it would take about 11 minutes.

Chen Mo's perception swept through the cabin.

The 323 people were in various states; some were thanking the heavens, some were questioning their lives, some were still crying in a breakdown, and some were holding their loved ones tightly.

The three people in the cockpit looked at each other; there was still only static on the radio, and they could not contact the control tower.

Chen Mo did nothing else, just steadily supporting the plane and flying forward.