Chapter 903: Particle Collider

Having said that, he didn't wait for Chen Ling's reply and walked down the black steps alone, heading out of the great hall. The closer he got to the hall entrance, the longer his shadow stretched. His figure was no longer despairing and desolate, but now carried a hint of resolve and killing intent. The boy's blood-stained linen clothes looked like golden battle armor under the setting sun.

The figure in the large red opera robe remained standing in the dark great hall. After watching him leave, a slight smile appeared at the corner of its mouth.

"Ying Fu… how will you win this round?" He gazed into the void, as if looking at the future Ying Fu, and murmured to himself.

Chen Ling's idea was actually very simple: Since Ying Fu couldn't be killed until he first saw him in the Temporal Archive, he would plant a bomb.

A bomb that would have the chance to directly kill Ying Fu once a predetermined event concluded.

This bomb couldn't come from external sources, as no one knew how powerful Ying Fu would be by then. It would be best if this bomb originated from Ying Fu himself, because no matter when or where, only he could truly kill himself.

Utilizing Li Fu's current predicament, his despair at that moment, and his concern for A Qian, Chen Ling personally crafted a timed death shackle and placed it around Li Fu's neck.

When Li Fu became Ying Fu, when this boy, abandoned by everyone, became the sole emperor, this shackle would give Chen Ling a decisive advantage.

If Ying Fu kept his promise, Chen Ling could make him commit suicide with a single word. If Ying Fu refused to comply, the effectiveness of his abilities would be greatly diminished, and Chen Ling might even trigger his inner demons. Of course, even if the latter happened, it wouldn't matter.

After all, in this game, Ying Fu's stake was his life and future, while Chen Ling's stake was merely a ring he had long stopped using.

As Li Fu walked to the hall entrance, A Qian, who had been waiting for a long time nearby, waved repeatedly.

"Brother Li!"

Li Fu turned his head and saw A Qian squatting next to a strange mummy. Seeing Li Fu emerge, she put down the bandages in her hand and scurried over.

"Brother Li, are you alright? Did that bad person hurt you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Li Fu said. He glanced at the mummy in the distance and asked curiously, "What were you doing just now?"

"I don't know," she replied. "As soon as I came out, I saw a big brother lying by the entrance, as if he had fainted. I saw he had injuries, and I was afraid he might die, so I helped wrap him up a bit…"

"…Hmm, but you need to be careful with strangers from now on, understand?"

"I know."

"Soon, I'll take you to Sister Wu Qiong. Don't run around before I come back, understand?"

"Brother Li, what are you going to do?" A Qian instinctively clutched Li Fu's arm. "I don't want to be separated from you!"

"Be good… I'll be fine this time."

Li Fu's gaze turned towards the ruined city. He clenched the hand wearing the ring and spoke calmly, "There are some scores I need to settle properly."

As Li Fu and A Qian left, Chen Ling, dressed in the large red opera robe, also walked out of the great hall. He turned his head and saw Jiang Xiaohua groaning as she got up from the ground. It wasn't because she was being overly dramatic, but because the wounds on her body were excruciatingly painful after waking up.

Anyone else would probably have fainted from such intense pain, but Jiang Xiaohua only let out two faint groans, so quiet that one might have mistaken them for whining.

"You're awake?" Chen Ling was pleasantly surprised.

"Mhm…" Jiang Xiaohua glanced at A Qian in the distance. "That child almost touched my skin… Luckily, I woke up in time and turned away, otherwise she wouldn't have survived three days."

"You're that toxic?"

"When I fainted just now, you didn't touch my skin, right?"

"As you instructed, I carried you with bandages separating us."

"Oh…"

Jiang Xiaohua looked down at herself and fell silent, like a statue.

"…" Chen Ling waited for a long time before finally asking, "What's wrong?"

"The bandages are almost completely burned away. I need some clothes," Jiang Xiaohua said, lowering her head as if a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Chen Ling could only helplessly tell her to wait, then returned to the palace to search.

A moment later, he pulled out a glittering golden dragon robe from somewhere and tossed it to Jiang Xiaohua.

"This is it. Just make do with it."

Jiang Xiaohua didn't refuse. She draped the dragon robe over herself, her long, snow-white hair scattered over its shoulders. The five-clawed golden dragons embroidered on it seemed to billow beneath her, giving her a uniquely handsome and dignified presence.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Xiaohua asked proactively, her demeanor noticeably more natural now that she was clothed.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, a muffled roar echoed from the distance!

Boom—!

A long golden path, radiating the aura of the Imperial Divine Path foundation, descended from the sky like a giant's hand, landing in a distant imperial palace.

"This is…" Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, looking at the path to heaven.

Xuan Yu Realm, Floating Base.

Figures in lab coats gathered behind glass, excitedly observing a massive facility inside the laboratory, their eyes shining as they eagerly discussed something among themselves. As the heavy black cloth was unveiled, a particle accelerator, dust-covered and seemingly dormant for ages, appeared in everyone's sight.

These scientists present had all been born in this era and had only learned about the rumored particle accelerator from textbooks. To now have the privilege of seeing it with their own eyes, they were naturally incredibly excited.

"Professor, can the Pagoda Master really activate this thing?"

In front of the particle accelerator, a young man, also awed by the massive, technologically advanced facility, couldn't help but ask the professor beside him.

"The Skillful God Path is the power that transforms decay into wonder, the crystallization of human material civilization," the professor explained. "While it cannot revert regressed science to its original state, it can temporarily reverse the flow of time for an object."

The professor's eyes were fixed on the Pagoda Master standing in front of the particle accelerator. Even as he tried his best to hide it, a hint of excitement still flickered deep within his eyes.

"Are the operational procedures ready?"

"Yes, and our current coordinates are ready for transmission at any moment. Now, it's up to Xuan Yu Jun to receive it."

Everyone's gaze fell upon the particle accelerator and the massive dormant capsule in front of it. Mysterious liquid churned within the dormant capsule, where a young man's figure hung silently upside down. His black hair drifted silently with the liquid's currents, as deep and profound as an abyss.

That was Xuan Yu Jun, the guardian of this realm, who had been in slumber for over three hundred years.

The professor took a deep breath. He exchanged glances with the Pagoda Master nearby, nodded slightly, and finally gave the order:

"Then… prepare to begin."