Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1066 - 540: Jiuye_2

"Good, good, good, I knew you could do it, Liu Lang. Welcome to the Different World, or as you guys say, the Outer Heaven."

"Wuuu... It hurts... What happened to me..."

"It’s okay, it’s okay, pain is good. Pain means you are alive, especially since it’s your first time. Directly connecting to the War Remains neurons is certainly intense, but I believe in you; it’ll be fine. First, stay in this shell, it’ll get better as you adapt."

"Wuuu... But why has my body turned into, turned into that..."

Chen Xuantian lifted the War Remains and hung it on the wall, letting the mechanical arms conduct repairs,

"Oh, why is it like an octopus? Because you flipped from the other side of the membrane. You can think of it like looking into a mirror, except the mirror flips you left and right. Coming to the Outer Heaven is like flipping from inside to outside.

Of course, if your Primordial Spirit is strong enough, your self-will is resilient enough, and you are familiar with both sides of the membrane, having traveled back and forth hundreds of times, you can control your form and flip back. It’s like molding clay figures, using the materials here to sculpt your own Dao Body.

But as I said, this requires long-term experience and exploration. Plus, the membrane’s sides inherently differ slightly, with some materials lacking and some redundant. A little carelessness and a normal human form can’t be condensed.

It’s like when you’re doing pottery, thinking of making a head, but with a little force it twists into a clay strip, and you end up like this, twisted like a Sachima pastry.

So, do you have any questions?"

"Mm..."

The War Remains lifted its head, using the eight detection lenses on its face to look at the man in front of it.

"Who are you?"

Indeed, it’s a human form, a height of two meters barely squeezing into the War Remains, but more than ’human’, it’s closer to a precision instrument. Though it lacks the heavy lobster shell armor, it clearly shares its essence with the War Remains beside it, almost like a humanoid altered by metal.

The outline of carbon-black fiber woven artificial muscle is distinct, presenting sleek bulges. The pectoral muscle forms a sharp fan shape, tightly connected to the angular abdominal muscle blocks. The trapezius muscle spreads like a cloak from the neck base, connecting to the bulging latissimus dorsi below. These muscle groups, along with the spinal erector muscles, weave into an inverted triangle power network, firmly anchoring the exposed silver-gray alloy spine Dragon Bone.

The arm and leg lines are extremely slender, while the forearm muscles are tightly wound like cables around the dark gold titanium frame. The thigh’s quadriceps have sharp and elongated lines, tapering into the mechanical composite of the knee joint, while the calf’s gastrocnemius is tight like a bowstring, embedded within the leg armor.

Even now, standing carelessly with a ’citizen’ stance, the entire body still gives off a strong sense of threat, like a strong bow with a drawn string ready to release.

"Haha, me? I’m just a chubby guy."

Chen Xuantian smiled, reflecting on the crimson lens, looking at the middle-aged face in the glass sheet reflection, raised a hand to take off his face, adjusted some parameters, and then put his face back, transforming back into a chubby smiling face,

"Now Liu Lang can recognize me."

The War Remains couldn’t help but shiver all over, as if it was electrocuted.

Chen Xuantian smiled,

"Don’t be afraid, around here we practice mechanical Ascension, you’ll get used to it. Come on, let me take you out for a walk."

"Clang."

The mechanical arm ejected the War Remains, and Yang Yunzhao knelt on the ground, struggling to climb for a while, gradually getting accustomed, standing up like a Monkey turning into a human, and following Chen Xuantian down a long metal corridor.

Chen Xuantian smilingly said,

"Got used to it, right? This thing is actually like riding a bike. Initially shaky and falling over, stand up after a fall, you’ll get used to it.

But you do seem quite talented; you only got electrocuted a few times and woke up. Even the Nascent Soul True Man rarely has your level of Divine Sense intensity. Most are locked away for years."

Yang Yunzhao was stunned,

"Locked away for years?"

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"Just a metaphor. I don’t have the patience to play with you. If you’re not awake in seven days, you get disposed of. Open the door."

"Original body identification, Fang Su Sixth Zeng, confirmation requested, authority granted, open the door."

Yang Yunzhao looked up, unable to find where the female voice came from above, and then the scene before him brightened up.

Literally brightened up, as thousands of xenon lamps suspended on the dome lit up simultaneously, piercing through the years of darkness, illuminating the gigantic underground cavern.

Wherever one’s gaze traveled, it was endless boundless darkness, disappearing upwards into blackness, and descending into unfathomable vertical rock walls. Primitive rock layers intermingled with smooth alloy reinforcement panels formed a boundless curved enclosure. Clearly, this wasn’t a natural cave but a hollowed-out and ever-expanding mountain cavern interior.

Within this emptied giant stomach, a steel and concrete inverted mountain peak rose from the ground. Extending several kilometers, the super foundation made of lead panels and special concrete. Above, thousands of floors linked via spider-web-like elevated tracks and skybridges. The building’s facade is filled with massive pipes, honeycomb-like ventilation matrices, and slowly rotating signal antennas. Numerous autonomous machines, from individual transport vehicles to three-story-high shield tunneling machines, traversed the crisscrossing tracks and roads, trailing flowing streams of light.

The horizon at the top of the sight was held down by the Sky Dome. It wasn’t rock, but a super protective layer dozens of meters thick, poured in layers with interwoven steel bars and lead core concrete. Massive hydraulic pillars, like the arms of a giant, rise from various supporting nodes in the city, firmly holding up the artificial dome. In some sections, automatic welding mechanical arms glide along tracks, ejecting blinding blue-white arcs, riveting new alloy panels in place, emitting a continuous and dull roar, constantly thickening this armor layer.

"Welcome to my place, Nest City 02, ’Jiuye’ underground nuclear defense project."

Vast, broad, noisy, orderly, mechanical, metal, stone, light, darkness, chaos, confusion, emptiness, fear...

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, Yang Yunzhao felt the world spinning, his legs weakened, kneeling on the ground.

"Still not fully built, come up."

Chen Xuantian lifted him up, snapped his fingers summoning two eight-legged spider-like drones from the rock wall, and led Yang Yunzhao to jump on, sitting on the spider while it leaped and maneuvered across the cliffs, ejecting high-strength fiber strands gliding between floor tracks.

"The sky has Jiuye, the earth has Nine Provinces, eight horizons nine fields, heaven’s Central. Cangtian Base is the wartime command center; this place is a disaster prevention refuge.

But as you see, this hill-like broken place isn’t any paradise for happy survival, just a resource-tight temporary measure to let as many people cling to life until the war is over.

So ordinary people are kept in life-support pods with IV drips, some in long-term dormancy, others linked to servers through brain-spine interfaces, essentially lying in beds. See those containers? They’re pulled here one after another, estimating 500,000 people. Elsewhere, there are many more.

The human body is stored in Jiuye, the human consciousness uploaded to Nine Provinces. If we can hold out until victory, we can come out and rebuild the homeland. If we lose... well, at least this place has good Feng Shui."

The spider-like drone bounded its way upwards, taking the two ’people’ to the mountain peak, through a vent-like tunnel valve, crawling out to the surface.

"Ah, after lying for so long, let’s get some fresh air."

Chen Xuantian stretched lazily on the spider head,

"The weather’s nice today, follow me, I’ll take you for a run."

"Nice weather?"

Yang Yunzhao looked up in wonder, the ground was murky black, dusted with patches of dirty snow; in the sky was a murky gray, hung with layers of filthy heavy clouds.

The clouds weren’t like the Bai Yun Yang Yunzhao often saw with clear edges, but more like smoke and ash rising after a fire, thick gray-black dust and smoke formed heavy clouds stretching to the world’s end, covering the sky like a cloth, turning the Sun into a blurred pale spot, dull gray light like a veil shrouding overhead, as if enveloping the world in a persistent haze.

"Sayings go, a gold nest, a silver nest, not like one’s own doghouse... but indeed the duck place is better..."

Chen Xuantian lazily stretched, with a spring, darted ten meters and rushed down towards the endless city ruins spanning the horizon.