“De Wen and Baikarlo, how come there’s been no response for so long?” In the luxurious guest room of a grand mansion on the Heilong Mountain Island within the virtual universe, Luo Lanshan, clad only in a robe, furrowed his brows. His red-glowing eyes stared at the screen before him, brimming with fierce intensity. “Contact them again immediately!”
“Yes, Master,” answered the small, fist-sized virtual assistant perched on Luo Lanshan’s shoulder, its voice crisp and clear.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
“This isn’t right.”
“There’s something wrong.”
“I’ve reached out to them, yet they wouldn’t dare ignore my call for this long,” Luo Lanshan’s eyes flickered with alarm. “Could it be…?”
“No, it’s impossible! With Baikarlo’s strength, there’s absolutely no way they could have encountered any trouble,” Luo Lanshan shook his head vehemently. “Absolutely not!”
Having stayed within the virtual universe, anxiously awaiting news from De Wen and Baikarlo, Luo Lanshan had already sensed something amiss. Yet his confidence in his most outstanding disciple, ‘Baikarlo,’ was unshakable. Dealing with something as simple as Earth should never have gone wrong.
Minute by minute, time passed.
Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour…
One hour, two hours…
Luo Lanshan’s expression grew increasingly grim. If he had held onto hope at first, after more than two hours with no response from his two disciples, the truth became clear.
“Ahh!”
A furious roar erupted from the depths of Luo Lanshan’s throat. With a violent wave of his hand, he hurled the cups and utensils off the table before him. They flew in all directions, crashing into walls, decorative murals, and chairs, exploding into a cacophony of crashing and splintering sounds.
“Lo Feng,” Luo Lanshan’s eyes turned icy cold, his teeth gritted as he spat out the name through clenched jaws.
“You’re bold enough!”
“Daring to secure helpers as powerful as Cosmic-level Nine and even Domain Lords,” Luo Lanshan’s eyes glowed with a chilling light, his fists clenched tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms.
This defeat was a bitter one.
First, he had lost two crucial subordinates: ‘De Wen’ and ‘Baikarlo.’
Second, he was well aware that if the opponent could easily eliminate Baikarlo, then he himself had no hope of claiming Earth’s treasures.
“If someone could eliminate Baikarlo, their expert must be at least Cosmic-level Nine. And a Cosmic-level Nine… could easily take that Mech Race spaceship,” Luo Lanshan grew even more furious. “Even if I spend nearly three more years to reach Earth, it might all be in vain! Not to mention that there’s that thing on Earth…”
…
Solar System, surface of Mars.
While Luo Lanshan seethed with hatred over Baikarlo’s demise…
“Do not resist,” a mighty, thunderous voice echoed across the desert. The colossal body of the Gold Horn Beast loomed over the sands, its gigantic head high in the sky, resembling a mountain, lowering itself to gaze upon the tiny figure of Baikarlo below.
“Yes.”
Baikarlo stood respectfully.
The Gold Horn Beast began to employ the soul imprinting secret art of the Yimo Star lineage. Gradually, a droplet-like, crystalline liquid emerged from its left eye, descending swiftly downward. This shimmering droplet, upon closer inspection, revealed intricate patterns—countless marks floating and shifting within.
“Pop!” The droplet touched Baikarlo’s forehead and seeped into his mind.
Inside his consciousness.
It was a vast miniature star system, a manifestation of Baikarlo’s soul. This miniature star system continuously rotated, its eight spiral arms moving in tandem. Suddenly, a droplet appeared and fell into this star system. Instantly, a luminous current spread rapidly, beginning to infiltrate everything naturally and seamlessly.
…
About half an hour later, Baikarlo, still standing in the desert, opened his eyes. His gaze toward the massive Gold Horn Beast now carried a deep, soul-deep reverence.
“Master,” Baikarlo bowed.
The Gold Horn Beast’s dark golden eyes dimmed slightly. Enslaving a soul imprint was like carving off a piece of one’s soul—quite damaging.
Boom!
The Gold Horn Beast vanished, and Luo Feng appeared.
“Indeed, the soul imprint is truly miraculous,” Luo Feng observed the warrior of the Blade Race, Baikarlo, clearly sensing the deep respect and admiration from his soul, as if facing their ‘King.’ “My master’s creation of the soul imprint is truly remarkable.”
“Difan, Baikarlo, let’s go back to Earth,” Luo Feng said.
“Yes, Master!”
Difan and Baikarlo responded in unison, bowing respectfully.
…
A black, saucer-shaped spaceship was flying from Mars to Earth.
Inside the spaceship’s control room, Luo Feng conversed with his two subordinates.
“Master, I’ve brought all the intelligent data cores from the wreckage,” Baikarlo reported respectfully. “There will be no leakage of the Gold Horn Beast’s transformation.”
“Hmm,” Luo Feng nodded.
Better safe than sorry—the secret of the Gold Horn Beast must never be exposed.
“Baikarlo, what trump cards does Luo Lanshan have? And what does he know about Earth?” Luo Feng asked.
“Trump cards?”
Baikarlo shook his head slightly. “Luo Lanshan doesn’t have any real trump cards. His entire family is relatively weak in foundation. Without Luo Lanshan himself holding things together, the Luo Lanshan family wouldn’t have such a grand reputation. He sent me and De Wen here primarily to seize the Mech Race spaceship and secondarily to kill you, Master! What a bastard! Daring to plot against Master! He deserves to die!!!”
Baikarlo’s words brimmed with hatred for Luo Lanshan. A soul-bound servant revered their master from the depths of their soul—their master was the most important being in their life.
So for Luo Lanshan to plot against Luo Feng… Baikarlo now naturally felt a surge of fury.
“Haha…”
“That Luo Lanshan is nothing but a jester,” Luo Feng laughed.
“Oh, and you mentioned the Mech Race spaceship earlier?” Luo Feng’s eyes lit up. In the past two years, he had almost completely immersed himself in comprehending the fundamental laws of the universe. In fact, this deep meditation into the cosmic essence wasn’t the least bit tiring—it felt like being held in a mother’s embrace, bringing comfort to his very soul.
Two years of intense cultivation had almost made him forget… there was a Mech Race spaceship still in the Bermuda region of Earth.
“Yes, Luo Lanshan has always coveted the Mech Race spaceship. That ship is worth far more than his entire family’s combined assets,” Baikarlo replied respectfully.
“Haha…” Luo Feng laughed.
“Babata,” Luo Feng called out. “The ship won’t be returning home yet. Once we’re back on Earth, we’ll head to the Bermuda Triangle. It’s time we claimed that Mech Race spaceship.”
“Understood!” the little demon chirped excitedly.
…
The spaceship pierced through Earth’s atmosphere, heading directly toward the Bermuda Sea. Then, the spaceship vanished into thin air, while the three of them transformed into streaks of light, diving deep into the ocean.
…
Deep in the cold, dark ocean waters, a massive white silhouette loomed faintly.
“Hmm?” Luo Feng flew closer.
A gigantic, silvery-white pyramid floated in the water. The entire structure was an astonishing 1200 meters tall, towering far above any skyscraper on Earth. Suspended there, it distorted the surrounding magnetic fields, a fact Luo Feng could clearly sense.
“The Mech Race spaceship,” Difan’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
“This is my first time seeing a Mech Race spaceship in real life,” Baikarlo marveled. “The Mech Race’s technology is truly advanced. Just from the exterior, it’s impossible to determine the level of this ship.”
Compared to the Mech Race, human space technology was indeed far behind.
Human-built spaceships could be clearly identified by their class, even down to scanning the alloy composition. But the Mech Race’s alloys were so advanced that humans couldn’t determine their exact level just by looking.
“According to what Luo Lanshan told me, this Mech Race spaceship is at least Class D,” Baikarlo pointed toward the triangular entrance at the base of the massive pyramid. “That entrance’s defenses are Class C. A spaceship with such defenses must be at least Class D, making it extremely expensive—many Domain Lords couldn’t afford it.”
“Oh?” Difan looked at Baikarlo in surprise. “So expensive?”
“Do you even realize its size? And this is just a Class D. If it were Class E… that would be terrifying. It would dwarf even the ‘World Within a World’ treasure that caused such a stir across the Heilong Mountain Star Region,” Baikarlo shook his head. “But the chances of it being Class E are very low.”
“It’s Class E,” Luo Feng said.
“Master,” both Difan and Baikarlo turned to him in shock. Difan couldn’t help but exclaim, “Master, you can’t determine a Mech Race spaceship’s class just by appearance!”
“It’s Class E. I’m certain,” Luo Feng gazed at the massive pyramid before turning to the two. “What class are your battle suits?”
“Master, I wear a third-stage primal energy suit inside and a D3 alloy suit outside,” Difan replied respectfully.
“I wear a third-stage primal energy suit inside and a D5 alloy suit outside,” Baikarlo added respectfully.
Luo Feng nodded slightly.
Primal energy suits were similar to the old Black God Suit—adaptable to the wearer’s will, covering the entire body. However, the protective power of a primal energy suit depended on the strength of the primal energy itself. These suits were extremely expensive, comparable to psychic weapons.
Alloy suits, on the other hand, were made of metal and other materials, technologically simple—like wearing a bulky armor. They were cheaper but had many ‘gaps,’ unable to offer full-body protection.
“Baikarlo, you’ll be the one entering the Mech Race spaceship,” Luo Feng ordered. “Here’s the intelligent data chip. Once you reach the control room, insert this chip into the system.”
“Yes, Master,” Baikarlo respectfully accepted the chip from Luo Feng and turned, flying directly toward the triangular entrance.
Whoosh!
Three-colored beams shot from the entrance of the Mech Race spaceship, but Baikarlo barely slowed, charging straight inside.
“The Mech Race spaceship,” Luo Feng gazed at the pyramid-shaped vessel before him, his heart filled with emotion. “The owner of this ship was once a Mech Race Immortal expert!”
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