The Sea of Dark Matter was on the other side of the crack in space. According to the definition of this world, there was nothing there; but it was not the case that he couldn't see anything here. It was because a certain entity had blocked his vision and spiritual awareness. Yet, that entity was not in his field of vision.
It was an eerie state.
The Daoist in black turned into a sword light and retreated without hesitation, leaving the corrosive equipment on the same spot.
In an instant, he had arrived on the surface of the planet a few thousand kilometers away.
An earth-shattering explosion took place. The unimaginable heat and light gushed out from the deep part of the planet, causing the lava on the surface of the planet to splash more violently.
Almost at the same time, the seventeen battleships launched a super-saturated attack at the crack in space. Regardless of the effectiveness of the attack, the laser cannons and all kinds of physical weapons struck down like a violent storm.
On the distant Scorching-Sun Battleship, Ceng Ju sensed the abnormality on the other side of the crack in space. He reacted quickly by crushing the sensor in his hand.
More than seven thousand iron dandelions on the surface of the planet fell down toward the deep part of the planet like real dandelions, and then exploded one after another.
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The crack in space was less than one kilometer long. A pit appeared in the industrial base of the planet due to the powerful distortion of the space. As a result, the people could observe the pit by means of various devices, and they could also attack it.
There were nuclear power furnaces in the corrosive equipment, the super-saturated attacks of seventeen battleships, and more than seven thousand multiphase nuclear bombs … All of them fell on the area less than one kilometer away. What kind of energy would be generated?
The crack in space wouldn't be eroded into a glass, nor would it become wider; but the structure of the planet would be affected. Pah!!!
Pah!!! Pah!!! All kinds of monitoring devices and communication systems made such sounds, as if many things had been disconnected.
The lava had gradually calmed down, but the pit was still there. The embers of the nuclear bombs above the crack in space had gradually faded away, but a great deal of flames still remained.
None of the nuclear bombs could pass through the crack in space, and none of the laser beams or the weakest electromagnetic rings could fly through the crack in space. All the attacks were blocked.
The flames grew smaller and smaller, and some of them had even disappeared. The crack in space grew dark again. All of a sudden, the flames started moving slowly, as if … if the crack in space was like a cold and dreadful huge eye in the universe, the eyeball of the eye was moving with the glowing specks on it!
It turned out that the spatial crack had long been filled up by a huge object. It was no wonder that no matter if it was vision, divine sense, or attacks, they couldn't pass through.
The question was, what was this gigantic object that could block all attacks and even all living things?
The black-clothed Daoist looked at the spatial crack in the distance and muttered, "Solitary One."
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The Sea of Dark Matter could swallow and destroy everything, turning all the lifeforms into the opposite of the lifeforms.
It still existed, but there was no sign of life.
If the life in this universe was born toward death, and time and the laws of thermodynamics were the accomplices, then these monsters were the tools of the Sea of Dark Matter to turn life into death. They were not divided into classes and species, but these monsters were defined as different existences by the humans according to the different life forms contaminated by the dark energy, and they were ranked in a clear order.
No matter how one looked at it, the Dark Ones were always at the top of the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter, and they were like emperors.
There was only one simple piece of evidence to prove how powerful the Dark One was.
After Jing Jiu left Chaotian, he saw some mother hives in the space. Those mother hives were all killed by the Snow Girl. It wasn't until the end that Jing Jiu encountered a huge living mother hive, which meant that the Snow Girl didn't attack the mother hive first. Jing Jiu had almost been dragged into the abyss of death by her. A being that the Snow Girl didn't want to deal with and one that had almost killed Jing Jiu was of course the most powerful and dreadful being that the humans had encountered.
The mother hive that appeared at the moment was a Dark One.
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The spatial crack about six hundred meters wide looked like a huge and dreadful eye in the space. The slowly rotating eyeball in the eye socket was the body of the Dark One, or a part of its body.
The nuclear bombs didn't leave any marks on the surface of its body, save for some residual flames.
The fire gradually became smaller and then separated. Affected by the distortion of space and the restraint of the low gravity of the planet, it turned into all kinds of bean-shaped fireballs. Like teardrops, they separated from the space cracks and scattered into the planet and the universe.
Seeing this scene, many humans on the battleships had similar imaginations. But it was not so artistic in reality.
Those in the light couldn't see anything in the dark, but those in the dark could see what was happening in the middle of the light.
If they could see everything, they wouldn't have any emotions, let alone art.
That cold and silent aura seemed to be real, emanating from the other side of the spatial crack and the surface of the body of the Dark One. It was even colder than the universe outside the planet. It wasn't that the temperature was lower than absolute zero, but that the aura contained an undisguised and naked sense of death. Any life that came into contact with this aura would feel fear and cold.
An extremely low voice rang out from the depths of the planet.
Like the magic of the Ascendants, the voice seemed to travel with the distortion of space and instantly spread across the entire Scorpion Tail Nebula.
It was the compression of space, the friction of the hardest things in the universe.
The spatial crack continued to expand at a visible speed. The dark, cold and huge mother hive seemed to be squeezing out of it. The scene was extremely horrifying, like a zombie's eyeball falling out.
The black-clothed Taoist stood in the space outside the planet and looked over there in silence. The mechanical arm that had just been assembled ignited with sword fire. Flying swords slowly passed through like shuttles. What was he trying to do?
"Ensheng, come back."
On the Scorching-Sun Battleship, Ceng Ju looked at the light screen with a hint of anger and worry in his calm eyes. "This is an order!" he said tersely.
It turned out that the name of the black-clothed Taoist was Ensheng. He didn't heed Ceng Ju's order. Silent, he looked at the Dark One who was squeezing out of the spatial crack in the distance, the desire to fight growing stronger in his eyes.
"You said earlier that he was not the Dark One; why did you retreat …" Ceng Ju's voice grew much milder in the communication system. "Now that you know that he is the Dark One, why didn't you retreat?"
The black-clothed Taoist said expressionlessly, "You misunderstood me. If he is not the Dark One, why should he retreat? And if he is, he shouldn't retreat. "
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The black-clothed Taoist had a simple name: Ensheng.
The Cultivation sect he founded in Chaotian had a simple style of doing things; even the names of the disciples were simple.
For instance, White Hair, A Young Man, and Shisui.
However, his name had an allusion to it; it originated from a saying, "Heaven has no favor, but it is a great favor."
It was true that this black-clothed Taoist was the founding grandmaster of the No-Mercy Sect, the Fairy Swordsman Ensheng.
The No-Mercy Sect had always been the staunchest ally of the Aoyama Sect. The Cultivation circle in Chaotian thought that the relationship had been established after the invasion of the Underworld and the arrival of the Aoyama Sect. Nobody knew that the relationship had existed since the founding of the No-Mercy Sect.
The Fairy Swordsman Ensheng had a very high Cultivation state, and the sword wills of the No-Mercy Sect were ruthless in heaven and earth. They played an important role in the battle against the Sea of Dark Matter. Yet, the Dark One was a king among the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter. If he were in his prime, he might be able to fight against the Dark One; but he was wounded severely that day, so he would lose for sure, and most likely die.
As far as the humans were concerned, a swordsman like him was a rare resource and should be protected. Nobody wished for anything bad to happen to him.
Yet, if the Dark One were allowed to pass through the spatial crack and come to the human world, what kind of disaster would he bring? It was well known that it was not a regular sequence or Half-Tail. The Mother Nest of such a high state would be more destructive to the human civilization than dozens of monster invasions.
The Fairy Swordsman Ensheng was fully aware that he should be dead by now. "Wake up, all of you. I want to talk," he said expressionlessly.
The huge Mother Nest was squeezing through the spatial crack slowly. The coldness and death intent spreading to the universe grew thicker.
The seventeen battleships closest to the Mother Nest were shrouded by this intent. The soldiers on the battleships were bewildered; it was the result of being influenced by the mental waves. All of a sudden, a thunder-like yell burst out on the battleships. Everybody woke up from the influence of the mental waves and maneuvered the battleships to retreat to the deep part of the space. The image of the black-clothed Taoist was magnified on the light screen.
"I'm the first sect master of the No-Mercy Sect; my secular name is Cunyu. Like the predecessors of the past generations, I'll die fighting in this cold heaven and earth today. Please see me off." The voice of the black-clothed Taoist echoed in the communication system and the seventeen battleships.
His public identity in the Federation of the Milky Way was the manager with the highest authority in the Logistics Department of the Starchain Fleet. A few days ago, he came to the Scorpion Tail Nebula to inspect the safety of the industrial bases after he had registered for the second time on the fourth residential planet of the Silver Star. It was then that he encountered the explosion.
He had brought only three light battleships with him, and they were all here. The direct subordinates of the three battleships had been shocked in the last few days, not because of the explosion or the spatial crack, but because they suddenly found that the general had turned into a swordsman in the universe after taking off his military uniform, a swordsman in the universe who had surpassed the Inherited Night State. Was this the rumored Sunsinking State? But, why did the general wear such strange clothes? And what was that sword-like weapon? These questions had been lingering in the minds of many people, but they hadn't found an answer until now.
By the time they heard the thunder-like statement, the black-clothed Taoist had already left his original position and arrived in front of the spatial crack like a flash of sword light. He brought his hands together and thrusted them toward the Mother Nest.
The powerful and evil cold energy blocked in front of the Mother Nest like a solid wall, thick and sticky. Even the most powerful sword will of the No-Mercy Sect couldn't cut it open.
The sword light was oppressed by an unimaginable power, and the cold energy spread from the tip of the sword to his wrist and even his body.
A layer of frost instantly appeared on the surface of the fairy sword and the black Taoist robe. It was not the ice condensed by the water vapor, but the metal vaporized in the core of the planet, which was frozen by the cold energy emitted by the Mother Nest.
The frost grew thicker and turned into a silvery smooth surface, glistening.
The black-clothed Taoist was also covered by a layer of silvery glow, as if he had turned into a statue.
A statue was of course an inanimate object.
As death was about to befall him, the silvery glow was slightly disturbed, and a figure appeared by the side of the black-clothed Taoist.
A young monk flew to the front of the spatial crack while stepping on a metal plate, and placed his right hand on the shoulder of the black-clothed Taoist.
"Leave it to me."
The young monk was good-looking, with a handsome and amiable countenance, and his bare feet looked like a white lotus flower. There were many worlds on the metal plate, each belonging to its own heaven and earth. More importantly, the young monk didn't show any fear on his face even though he was right in front of the spatial crack, with a faint smile and a layer of silvery frost on his face.
He was the grandmaster of the Zen sects, the former Great Compassion Monk, and the current Joyful Monk.
There were many Cultivation sects in Chaotian, but only five of them could be called grandmasters: the Grandmaster of Aoyama, the Grandmaster of Cloud-Dream, the Holy Master of Yimaozhai, the Grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Sect, and he, the grandmaster of the Zen sects.
The Grandmaster of Cloud-Dream had ascended more than twenty thousand years ago, and what he had done after that was unknown.
The Grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Sect died at the hands of the broadsword and sword of Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu. The story was actually quite gloomy if one thought about it.
The Holy Master of Yimaozhai died in a battle against the Sea of Dark Matter. He didn't commit any conspiracy; he died for the sake of the populace and the peace of the world.
Only the Grandmaster of Aoyama and he, the grandmaster of the Zen sects, were left.
The Joyful Monk was at the top in terms of reputation and Cultivation state.
The Fairy Swordsman En Sheng could ignore the order given by the Saint Zeng on the distant Scorching-Sun Battleship, but he couldn't refuse the arrangement of the Joyful Monk; it was because he was no match for him.
The Joyful Monk grabbed the shoulder of the black-clothed Taoist, and the silvery frost was suddenly broken.
He threw the black-clothed Taoist backward with his sleeves fluttering slightly. The lava waves created a line of fire, which looked like a strand of hair reaching out to the deep part of the outer space.
A battleship turned on its engine and sped up.
The Joyful Monk turned to look at the surface of the huge mother nest, which looked like a gray wall, and said with arched eyebrows, "Let me give you another ride."
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