148: Chapter 148 The Last Struggle in the Ancient Tomb

Chapter 148: Want to try a suicide bombing to take someone down with you? Sorry, according to the Second Law of Thermodynamics, your very right to think has been frozen.

"Spare me, Immortal! This small one truly knows his mistake!"

Su Yang's Primordial Spirit kowtowed in mid-air like a pestle pounding garlic. In that humble display, there was no trace of the majesty of the Old Ancestor of the Blood River.

Gu Changan stood in the command vehicle, looking at the flickering data cluster on the screen, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Surrender? Sure."

Gu Changan spoke into the microphone with a lazy tone, "Then don't move. Stay where you are and accept containment."

"Yes, yes, yes! This small one absolutely won't move!" Su Yang agreed repeatedly, his Primordial Spirit trembling in the air, seemingly having completely resigned himself to his fate.

However, just as the technicians inside the command vehicle were about to adjust the parameters of the capture net.

Su Yang's originally dim Primordial Spirit suddenly erupted with a blinding blood-red light.

"Idiots! You don't even understand that all is fair in war, you Mortals deserve to be played!"

Su Yang let out a shrill, manic laugh.

He seized this only breathing room to burn his Origin Soul Power, transforming into a blood thread as thin as a gossamer, and plunged fiercely toward the depths of the magnetite mining area beneath his feet.

There lay an Ancient Tomb.

An empty tomb he had personally arranged a thousand years ago to serve as a backup for his resurrection.

As long as he entered that place, even if his Physical Body was destroyed and his Primordial Spirit was damaged, he could still cling to life by relying on the Earth Vein Evil Qi that had accumulated there for a millennium.

"Stop him!" Chen Xiaobei exclaimed.

But Su Yang's speed was too fast, and he was burning his Origin for all he was worth; in the blink of an eye, he had burrowed into a hidden crack in the pile of rubble.

...

Five hundred meters underground.

This was a grand underground palace.

There were no gold or silver treasures, nor were there any funerary pottery figurines, only scattered white bones and Yin-gathering runes carved all over the walls.

Su Yang's remnant Soul scrambled into the main burial chamber in a sorry state.

As soon as he landed, he couldn't wait to activate the Dharma spell, triggering the defensive Formation of the entire Ancient Tomb.

Hum—!

A thick, black-glowing shield of Evil Qi rose instantly, wrapping the entire main burial chamber tightly.

"Hahaha! Safe!"

Su Yang slumped on the coffin lid, looking at the thick defensive Formation above his head, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"This is the 'Nine Yin Evil-Gathering Formation', connected to a branch of the Qinling Earth Vein!"

"Forget antimatter cannons, even a nuclear bomb wouldn't be able to crack my turtle shell at this depth!"

Although he had lost his Physical Body and his left arm, as long as he could survive, with his methods, he would sooner or later settle this score.

"Gu Changan... just you wait. Once I re-cultivate the Ghost Dao, I will definitely refine you into a corpse puppet and make you suffer for eternity!"

Su Yang cursed viciously, preparing to absorb some of the Evil Qi here to nourish himself.

Boom!

A muffled, thunderous sound suddenly came from overhead.

Immediately following, the entire Ancient Tomb shook violently, and dust fell in showers.

Su Yang looked up abruptly, only to see that the impregnable Evil Qi shield was actually rippling with violent waves.

"What's going on? An earthquake?"

Before he could even react.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Successive explosions rang out overhead like drumbeats, each one closer and more violent than the last.

He could even hear the cracking sound of rock layers breaking.

On the surface.

Gu Changan stood at the edge of the fissure, stepping on the newly erected drilling platform.

A dozen heavy engineering vehicles painted in military green were surrounding the area.

"The turtle shell is quite hard."

Gu Changan looked at the data on his tablet; that layer of Evil Qi shield had actually withstood the first wave of explosions.

"Boss, a high-energy magnetic field reaction has been detected. Conventional explosives are hard to use for directional blasting in such a short time," the Combat Engineer Battalion Commander ran over to report, "Also, the underground structure is complex, and a forced attack might cause a collapse."

"Collapse? If it collapses, even better. Just bury him inside to act as joint filler."

Gu Changan tossed away the cigarette butt in his hand and pointed to the row of large machines behind him that looked like missile launchers.

"No need for so much trouble. Since he likes hiding underground, then let's send him some local specialties."

"Pass the order: deploy eight 'Earth-Drilling Tiger' heavy penetration bombs."

"Change the warheads to high-frequency oscillation units, the kind that specifically breaks energy shields."

Gu Changan's voice was as cold as iron.

"Since he thinks that's his home, I'll help him with some renovations and blow the roof off for him."

Whoosh—! Whoosh—!

Accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking air, eight three-meter-long special earth-penetrating bombs with orange-red exhaust trails drove fiercely into the rock layer like nails.

This ultimate weapon, originally used to strike underground nuclear bunkers, displayed despair-inducing penetration power under the support of modern industry.

Hard granite was like tofu in front of them.

Only ten seconds passed.

Underground burial chamber.

Su Yang looked up in terror.

The Nine Yin Formation he was so proud of had now been drilled through with eight large holes.

Eight pitch-black metal warheads had just abruptly pierced through the shield and were hovering above his head.

The red countdown on the warhead bodies had just reached zero.

"No—!!!"

Boom!!!

The terrifying shockwave echoed wildly within the sealed burial chamber.

The so-called thousand-year-old Formation, under the dual strike of modern high explosives and high-frequency oscillation waves, didn't even last a second before shattering directly into specks of light filling the air.

After the shockwave.

Su Yang's Primordial Spirit had been shaken until it was nearly transparent, like smoke that could dissipate at any moment.

He huddled in the corner of the burial chamber, looking at the large hole that had been blasted open, his eyes filled with despair.

"Why... why can't even the earth protect me..."

Before he could even catch his breath, several black tubes extended through the blasted opening.

"What is it this time? Poison gas?"

Su Yang was already a frightened bird at this point.

But he had guessed wrong.

What sprayed out of those tubes wasn't poison gas, but a stream of white, extremely cold mist.

That was liquid nitrogen.

And not just ordinary liquid nitrogen, but a pressurized, ultra-low-temperature liquid nitrogen mixture.

Hiss—!

The white mist instantly filled the entire burial chamber.

The originally cold and damp air condensed directly into ice crystals in less than two seconds.

The temperature inside the burial chamber plummeted from over ten degrees to over two hundred degrees below zero.

"Cold... so cold..."

Su Yang suddenly realized he couldn't move.

Not only could he not move his body, but even his thinking started to become sluggish.

The Primordial Spirit was an energy entity; logically, it shouldn't be afraid of the cold.

But Gu Changan used this time was an "entropy reduction" tactic targeting energy particles.

The laws of thermodynamics tell us that the lower the temperature, the slower the movement speed of particles.

When the temperature approaches absolute zero, all particle movement stops.

Including the spirit particles that made up Su Yang's Primordial Spirit.

"Gu... Chang... An..."

Su Yang wanted to roar, but the Divine Thought fluctuations he emitted were like they had been hit by a slow-motion button, intermittent and weak.

He discovered with horror that every turn of his thoughts required several seconds.

"Want... to... self-destruct..."

As soon as this final thought arose, it was "frozen" by the extreme low temperature.

The energy circulation within his body completely stagnated.

Want to self-destruct?

Sorry, your fuse has been frozen; you can't even light it.

Click, click, click.

Heavy footsteps came from the mist.

Gu Changan, wearing heavy, fully enclosed exoskeleton armor, strode into the Ancient Tomb that had frozen into an ice cellar.

A layer of white frost had formed on his mask, and he was carrying a silver-white metal box in his hand.

The surface of the box was carved with complex circuit patterns, emitting a faint blue light.

Gu Changan walked to the corner, looking at Su Yang, who had been frozen into a dark red ball of light and was still struggling to squirm.

He reached out his alloy-gloved hand and tapped gently on Su Yang's nearly solidified Primordial Spirit.

Clang, clang, clang.

It emitted a crisp sound like tapping on glass.

"Old Ancestor Su, are you cool?"

Gu Changan's voice came out through the speaker, carrying a hint of mockery.

"You... you..."

Su Yang wanted to resist, wanted to fight for his life, but his consciousness was like it had fallen into a quagmire; he couldn't even string together feelings of anger.

Gu Changan didn't waste words; he simply placed the silver box on the ground and opened the lid.

Hum—!

A powerful magnetic suction field was generated inside the box.

"This is the [Soul Isolation Chamber], which is your new home."

"Inside, it's a constant temperature of two hundred seventy degrees below zero, a perfect vacuum, and there's a strong magnetic cage."

"Once you move in, you won't have to worry about any antimatter cannons. It's absolutely safe."

Gu Changan made a "please" gesture.

"Ah—!"

Su Yang let out one final roar of unwillingness.

But in the face of absolute physical suppression, his roar seemed so pale and powerless.

Whoosh!

That frozen Primordial Spirit was sucked into the box without a shred of resistance.

Click.

The box lid closed.

The triple mechanical lock engaged automatically.

The indicator light on the surface of the box turned from red to green, displaying [Containment Successful].

Gu Changan picked up the box and looked at the ruins around him.

"Team, withdraw."