Ever since Fang Xingjian came to this universe and this city, his martial will had been constantly reverberating in the atmosphere, moving around in the network, and jumping between electromagnetic signals.
He clearly remembered that there had been no ether particles in this world previously. However, right now, he had sensed the existence of ether particles from a young man.
Then the question now was whether the Earth before him was a parallel universe to Miracle World, or was it like Fang Xingjian's hometown, where the door to Miracle World had been opened?
Leaving behind a stream of sword intent on that young man's body, Fang Xingjian's body flashed continuously and arrived above the Eastern Sea.
The overlapping area between Miracle World and Fang Xingjian's hometown on Earth was above the Eastern Sea. Would it be the same for this world as well?
Fang Xingjian's martial will released layers of stacking waves, encompassing the entire sea. He wanted to search for traces of Miracle World.
Therefore, over the next few days, Fang Xingjian's will roamed around the entire Earth's sky. The Eastern Sea, the Southern Sea, the land, and the small islands... He was searching for traces of ether particles everywhere.
Simultaneously, countless influences and people were also busy because of Fang Xingjian.
In the underground air-raid shelter, over ten warriors were holding onto guns and aiming at Zhou Peng, who was 20 meters away.
However, Zhou Peng had his hands crossed before his chest, wearing a nonchalant expression.
In the observation room far away, General Sun gave the order, "Let's begin."
As he spoke, over ten warriors fired their guns simultaneously. Streams of flames gushed out, and a densely-packed metallic tempest came gushing forth. It was enough to turn a steel plate into a persimmon.
However, even under such concentrated firepower, Zhou Peng remained unscathed and at ease.
He crossed his arms before his chest and looked at the other party in disdain. Streams of metallic sparks flashed on his body, but as long as the bullets got within an inch of his body, it would be as if they had hit a superalloy, sending sparks flying out.
In the monitoring room, a researcher said in astonishment, "This is unbelievable. When all the attacks reached the surface of his body, they were all fended off by a layer of force field. The defensive prowess of this force field is very strong. It can almost withstand impacts of over ten tons per square meter."
General Sun frowned. "There's no problem with the control measures, right?"
The researcher nodded. "No problem. The nano bombs we implanted are still operating normally. If he makes any strange movements, we can blow up his heart and brain."
General Sun nodded. However, at the next moment, his pupils contracted. In the square, Zhou Peng grabbed across space, and over ten firearms were grabbed into the sky. With a bang, they were squeezed together. In the end, as a series of creaking sounds rang out, they were twisted together and pressed into a lump of metal.
"Too weak." Zhou Peng said in disdain. He clenched his fists, looked at his body, and said, "I feel that the power in my body is endless. I'm getting stronger every moment. I feel that I can even crush a tank with my current strength."
As he spoke, he moved his mind, and the air around him crackled. It was actually directly squeezed into balls of air waves.
"I have already surpassed humans."
In void space, Fang Xingjian silently scanned the underground air-raid shelter. He looked at the arrogant Zhou Peng and nodded slightly. "Interesting. It's true that the ether particles in his body are increasing incessantly, and there seems to be my aura mixed in with them?"
After leaving behind a stream of sword intent in Zhou Peng's body, Fang Xingjian's martial will once again swept out into the distance.
In the bedroom, Professor Qian once again sat up while perspiring profusely. He floated in midair, one meter away from the bed.
However, he was no longer concerned about this. His mind was still filled with the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in his dream.
He had had similar dreams many times, but none of them had been as clear as they were today.
Amidst the sea of blood, Fang Xingjian stood proudly in void space, exuding an overwhelming ferocious aura.
His gaze swept across the land. Cities were turned into ashes, and mountains and rivers were thrown into the air.
His palm cut across the sky, tearing it into pieces, and the seas were completely vaporized.
The entire Earth was trembling, and thousands upon thousands of humans were turned into pools of blood, splattering across the sky.
Despair and terror... Professor Qian felt as if he was in a dark abyss, unable to sense any hint of light or hope.
Just as he was about to wake up from the dream, five figures appeared before Fang Xingjian, blocking his way.
"Find them! We must find them!"
With that final bellow, Professor Qian woke up completely.
"Stop Fang Xingjian. I must stop him." Professor Qian was still in a state of endless terror. "We must find those five people. Only they can stop Fang Xingjian."
Behind Professor Qian, Fang Xingjian tapped out with a finger across space, and streams of sword intent gathered into the other party's body.
"Another one."
At the next moment, Fang Xingjian's figure flashed, and he continued his search.
10,000 meters up in the sky, a flaming meteor swept across the cloud layers at three times the speed of sound, bringing along a long air current that split up the sea of clouds.
Amidst the flaming meteor was a human figure. He suddenly came to a stop, and streams of plasma flames extended out from his back like a pair of flaming wings.
This man was the Great Radiant Sect's scar-faced man. He looked at his own body with a fervent expression. Right now, his physical body was completely encompassed by flames, and plasma flames with a high temperature of 20,000 degrees Celsius kept on shooting out from all over his body.
This made him look like the legendary Angel of Judgment.
Tears flowed out from his eyes, but they were instantly evaporated.
"God, is this the premonition you've given me?
"I understand now. I'll inherit your will and use your powers to wipe out all the evil in the world."
Just as the scar-faced man was feeling extremely fervent and agitated, Fang Xingjian's palm passed through spatial gaps and grabbed onto the scar-faced man's cerebellum.
"It's not suitable for a person like him to live.
"However …" Fang Xingjian's gaze flickered slightly, and he finally let go of his palm. At the same time, he sent a stream of sword intent into the scar-faced man's body.
"We can still observe him for a while longer for now."
As he spoke, Fang Xingjian's will had already scanned through the atmosphere, heading toward a bank.
Everything in the entire bank seemed to have come to a standstill. The water droplets in the washroom dripped down bit by bit, and an elderly man's footsteps approached the ground one millimeter at a time. The female teller's eyelids drooped down inch by inch, and the act of closing her eyes seemed as if it would take ten million years.
Everything in the entire bank seemed to have been slowed down by several ten thousand times or even several hundred thousand times, entering a state of slow motion.
In such a slow-motion scene, a young man walked calmly in the bank as if he was walking in his own backyard.
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