92: Chapter 92 Strange Metals on the Moon

The night sky back then was also beautiful, and it had once stirred a burning sense of determination within him.

But the scene before him now far surpassed that time.

Without the obstruction of an atmosphere, without the dilution of light pollution, there was only the purest, most primordial Universe itself. It was no longer hidden behind a veil, but instead, with an unreserved, sharp, and magnificent posture, it crashed directly into his eyes.

And into his heart as well.

Chen Mo recalled the words he had spoken back then.

"The stars are not necessarily unreachable; the Universe is not necessarily unsurpassable."

At that time, he had stood on a mountain peak on Blue Star, gazing up at the same stars.

Now, he stood on the surface of the Moon, 380,000 kilometers away, still gazing at the same stars—the difference was that he had truly set foot on extraterrestrial land.

Chen Mo stood there for a long time.

He watched this vast Universe, and the concept of time became blurred at this moment.

But there was no fear in Chen Mo's heart.

On the contrary, he felt even more determined.

He knew that one day he would set foot there.

And it would not be long.

The light of those galaxies was burning silently on his retinas at this moment, as if it were some kind of summons.

What was happening in the distant Universe?

In the centers of those galaxies, was there also life gazing up at the starry sky?

Was there also Spiritual Qi flowing?

Was there also some power he had yet to know of being nurtured?

At this moment, time seemed not to exist.

There was only him and this eternal Universe, standing face to face.

After a long while, Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and re-examined the lunar surface beneath his feet.

A thought emerged.

"The Moon is also an excellent place for training."

"It is vast and uninhabited, without atmospheric obstruction, and there is no need to worry about any consequences of destruction."

He could unleash his full power here and see what level his full-strength strike could reach after mastering the Source Body.

Immediately, he moved.

In an instant, his entire body's Source Power connected—the Source Body activated.

A pale golden light shone from within his body; it was not simple light, but the manifestation of Source Power overflowing after condensing to the extreme within his body.

The power floated out of his body, turning into a visible golden halo that burned quietly in the vacuum.

For that punch on Blue Star, he had only used a portion of his power.

It was just a simple test.

But this time, Chen Mo gathered all his Source Power and strength completely.

The Source Power gathered within his body, in both quality and quantity, far exceeded that time in Africa.

They surged through his body, circulating between his muscles and bones, and then poured entirely into his right fist, condensing layer by layer, as if compressing the energy of an entire volcano into a tiny space.

Then, he threw a punch.

Endless Source Power, condensing his full strength, surged out toward the distant lunar surface.

The moment the power slammed into the lunar surface!!!

There was no explosion.

No roar.

The vacuum swallowed all sound.

Only an extreme white light exploded before any matter.

The solid fist made of Source Power was like a star forcibly pressed into the lunar crust, and the lunar soil at the point of contact was heated to 15,000 degrees Celsius in one ten-thousandth of a second.

The solid rock and dust did not undergo any melting process; they sublimated directly from solid to plasma, forming a white-hot sphere of light a hundred meters in diameter.

The brightness of the light sphere almost made the shadows in the distance disappear.

The gray of the lunar surface was instantly washed into a stark white.

The material at the bottom melted and vaporized in silence, turning into a pale blue plasma flow that sprayed outward along with the remaining force of the Source Power.

That blue arc of light was like an aurora, but ten times brighter than any aurora on Earth, bending, spreading, and dissipating in the vacuum.

Three seconds later, the white-hot light sphere began to shrink.

A bottomless giant crater was forming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a diameter of three kilometers, the surface had completely vanished.

The originally undulating craters were instantly leveled, and the twenty-meter-thick lunar soil, along with the two-kilometer-deep basalt crust beneath it, were all vaporized or melted, forming a giant lake churning with dark red magma.

Just as the giant crater formed, a black shockwave ring erupted from the edge of the crater.

It was a pure matter wave.

Countless tons of compressed lunar soil and rock were lifted like water, forming a black giant wave that swept outward at a speed of one kilometer per second.

The height of the giant wave reached over a hundred meters, its front straight as a wall, advancing without the slightest pause.

Wherever the giant wave passed, everything was ground into powder.

Craters that had existed for billions of years were instantly leveled.

Those tall mountains, once shaped by meteorite impacts, shattered like biscuits before the giant wave, and were then carried forward as it continued to advance.

Within a range of thirty kilometers, no object could remain intact.

All the rocks were pulverized into dust, merging into that black wall of destruction.

Countless lunar dust and rock fragments shot into the sky.

They were thrown high into the air by the energy of the explosion, forming a massive dust column over a dozen kilometers in diameter and hundreds of kilometers high.

One-tenth of the material was thrown into space.

They broke through the Moon's escape velocity, turning into countless tiny satellites, or flew into deeper space at a constant speed.

The top of the dust column began to spread, forming a huge umbrella-shaped cloud.

The edges were exceptionally clear, like a black flower blooming in space.

Sunlight passed through the thin edges of the dust cloud, forming a golden halo along the outer edge of the umbrella structure—beautiful yet deadly.

Countless rocks of various sizes fell from the dust cloud.

They rained down on the ground for a hundred kilometers around. Each piece carried the kinetic energy of its fall from high altitude, smashing into the lunar surface to create dense, new small craters and kicking up new dust.

A few dozen seconds later, the moonquake reached Chen Mo's feet.

The lunar surface beneath his feet rose and fell like waves.

It was not a slight tremor, but the entire lunar crust propagating that devastating energy wave.

The surrounding ground split into countless massive fissures, tens of meters wide, which extended along the ancient rock layers, tearing the originally flat lunar maria into a jagged, chaotic rocky beach.

The cracks spread outward from the impact point like an ever-expanding spider web.

Chen Mo hovered high in the air.

Beneath him, the various scenes of destruction caused by the eruption of Source Power were unfolding.

An hour later, most of the ejecta had fallen back to the ground, and the dust cloud began to slowly dissipate.

The full outline of the impact crater finally revealed itself from the dust and fog.

Chen Mo looked down at his masterpiece.

A massive impact crater, nineteen kilometers in diameter and two point five kilometers deep, had appeared on the originally flat lunar surface.

The crater walls were straight and steep, and the crater floor contained dark red magma that was still churning, resembling an angry eye embedded in the gray lunar surface.

Within a hundred-kilometer radius around the impact crater, the surface had been completely tilled.

The landscape that had accumulated over billions of years—those meteorite craters, circular mountains, lava tubes, and geological uplifts—

had all vanished, replaced by a layer of fresh lunar dust dozens of meters thick.

That layer of lunar dust covered everything, as smooth as a gray mirror.

The original landscape had completely disappeared.

Further away, the aftershocks of the moonquake continued. Tiny dust particles were still slowly drifting down, staining the originally bright lunar surface a dull gray.

The entire lunar surface was covered with a thin layer of dust.

The power of the Source Body far exceeded his imagination.

It was not only because the physical attack of the Source Power itself was powerful enough, but also because the Moon had no atmosphere to hinder it.

On Blue Star, the atmosphere would absorb a portion of the shockwave, scatter some of the thermal energy, and attenuate the power of the explosion in space.

But here, there was no medium to buffer it; the contact between the Source Power fist and the lunar surface was a pure, unmitigated release of energy.

That was why such a terrifying attack was created.

Chen Mo hovered calmly above this wasteland, looking at the massive wound he had personally blasted into the ground beneath his feet.

Above him, the Milky Way was still slowly rotating.

Beneath his feet, the magma was slowly cooling.

In places he could not see, that sense of crisis still existed faintly, unhurriedly, like a bell that had yet to toll.

What he had to wait for next was just the change that was about to come.

Just at this moment, Chen Mo's perception unexpectedly swept across, and in the cooling magma, a piece of strange metal suddenly appeared.