hsntnovel Chapter 336 Trying to use me as a vessel to escape? Lu Sheng: Put them all in the pot!
Chapter 336 Trying to use me as a vessel to escape? Lu Sheng: Put them all in the pot!
Deep within the earth, a golden ocean surges.
Lu Sheng pierced through the barrier constructed from the bones of countless ancient divine beasts with a single spear thrust, descending upon the source of this core energy.
It wasn't as hot as I'd imagined.
Extreme cold.
A vast, boundless temple is formed from solid, dark blue ice that can freeze even the soul. Inside the ice walls, the remnants of long-extinguished stars are sealed, emitting a deathly faint light.
In the very center of the temple, a throne soars into the clouds.
The throne's base was constructed from the skulls of countless abyssal creatures, with countless twisted tentacles coiling around it like venomous snakes. The throne's back and armrests, however, were pieced together from tattered Immortal Qin war banners.
Black dragon flag, black bird totem.
Those banners that should have represented the indomitable will of humanity were now tainted by the slime of the abyss, wailing in the invisible gales.
Two completely different domineering auras savagely intertwined and collided here, tearing the surrounding space into countless fine black cracks.
On the throne, a figure stood with his back to Lu Sheng, silent as a mountain.
He seemed to have sat there for millennia, as if time itself dared not leave a mark on him.
Lu Sheng landed, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the dark blue ice beneath his feet. He didn't speak, but simply slammed the butt of the Dragon Devouring Spear heavily onto the ground.
thump.
A muffled thud shook the entire Frost Temple.
The figure on the throne moved.
He slowly turned around.
Those were neither skeletons nor mountains of flesh.
It is one person.
A man clad in tattered Immortal Qin general's armor, with a resolute face and crisscrossing scars. He showed no signs of being corrupted by the energy of the abyss; his eyes, when they opened and closed, exuded a chilling, bloodthirsty aura, like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and a trace of weariness from having seen through the ages.
Lu Sheng's double pupils contracted slightly.
He recognized that face.
In the very first chapter of the newly acquired "Immortal Qin Military Manual," there was a holographic projection of the high-ranking generals of the 13th Legion.
"The 13th Army Corps, Deputy Commander-in-Chief: Meng Tian."
Lu Sheng uttered the name, his voice not loud, yet it resonated through the empty temple.
The man on the throne, the famous general of the Immortal Qin who should have died in the starry river ten thousand years ago, had a hint of surprise flash in his eyes, which then turned into bitter self-mockery.
"I never expected that ten thousand years later, someone would still remember my name." Meng Tian's voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other. "It seems you've obtained the Military Manual."
He did not deny it.
Lu Sheng tightened his grip on the gun barrel. The Third Councilor's Immortal Qin Thunder Escape, this throne constructed of Immortal Qin battle flags, and the man before him who should have been a hero of the human race.
All the clues point to an absurd yet unique answer.
"The Abyss Council, are they your people?"
"It's part of me," Meng Tian readily admitted. "A bunch of inferior products born from my contamination. Used to clean up surface garbage, and incidentally... to lure you here."
He rose from his throne, his tall figure exuding a powerful and imposing presence.
"Xian Qin has been defeated."
Meng Tian's voice was calm, as if he were recounting an old story that had nothing to do with him.
"We are facing a 'rancher' capable of devouring the entire galaxy. The fleet was wiped out, the stargate collapsed, and even the ancestral planet was reduced to cosmic dust. Only the flagship of the Thirteenth Legion, the 'Ark,' carrying the last embers, escaped back to this remote ancestral land through a suicidal space jump."
"But we also brought the 'hunters' back."
He pointed to the void above his head, sealed off by solid ice.
"In order to prevent Earth's coordinates from being completely exposed, the Legion Commander, whom you call the 'Ancient Emperor,' sacrificed himself, using his own flesh and blood and remains to create a cage that suppressed the spatial rift and locked up this planet."
"And I, in order to continue the flame, willingly sank into the Earth's core, merging with this planet's 'immune system,' enduring the pollution of the abyss, becoming a monster that is neither human nor ghost. All for waiting for an opportunity, a container that can hold all the energy of the Ark, restart the fleet, and escape this tomb."
Meng Tian's gaze was fixed on Lu Sheng, a look that was a mixture of anticipation, madness, and determination.
"I have waited for you for ten thousand years."
His emotions began to surge, and a muffled sound, like the meshing of gears in a mechanical heart operating in the starry sky, faintly emanated from his chest.
"Now, the time has come." Meng Tian stepped forward, and the terrifying pressure of a half-step Spirit Emperor descended upon him. "Hand over all the ancient emperor finger bones on your body, hand over the highest authority over the 'Immortal Qin Military Canon,' and then..."
"Erase your self-awareness."
"I will take over your perfect body. I will restart the Ark and lead the last survivors to escape this doomed star system!"
His voice echoed through the temple, carrying an unquestionable command, a resolute determination to sacrifice everything for the greater good of the race.
This is the final ultimatum.
It is also a request from a hero burdened with a destiny spanning millennia, made to a junior.
Lu Sheng remained silent.
He kept his head down, his shoulders shrugging slightly.
Meng Tian thought he was struggling and weighing his options.
"I know this is cruel," Meng Tian said, softening his tone in an attempt to win her over, "but it's the only way. Your sacrifice will ensure the continuation of civilization. History will remember you, you will be..."
"puff."
A soft sound interrupted him.
Lu Sheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, which landed on the dark blue solid ice, making a sizzling sound as it corroded.
He slowly raised his head. In his black and gold cross-shaped pupils, there was no emotion, no struggle, only a pure predatory desire that regarded all things as food.
His knuckles cracked as he squeezed them.
"escape?"
Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his eyes colder and more insane than the earth's core.
"This word has never been in Lao Tzu's dictionary."
"We must take everything and leave nothing behind!"
He slung the Dragon Devouring Spear over his shoulder, its tip pointing diagonally at Meng Tian on the throne. His domineering will, originating from the ancient times, erupted and clashed violently with the opponent's iron-blooded aura.
"Save your savior act for the King of Hell."
"There's only one rule here."
Lu Sheng took a step forward, the solid ice beneath his feet shattered, and black and gold imperial patterns covered his entire body, as if a demon god had descended to earth.
"Those who block my way..."
"Whether you're a sage from ancient times or a savior god..."
"Put them all... in the pot!!"