Emergency Landing

The last resort of the Traverser was to descend personally.

Mockingly called an emergency forced landing by the psychics, it was akin to descending from a higher vantage point into the artificial divine realm, where one could only rely on sheer force to compete with the enemy. The hope was that the opponent’s arrangements within the artificial divine realm lacked sufficient variability, allowing the Traverser to exploit quantum topological information to shatter them in one fell swoop and then vanish without a trace.

Generally speaking,

when pushed to such an extreme,

the Traverser was truly at a dead end.

This desperate struggle was the ultimate test of the psychic cultivators’ temperament. If their cultivation level was below the stages of Void Refinement or Star Creation, the information the Traverser possessed about itself during the forced landing was profound. Their only option was to persist—keep persisting relentlessly until the Traverser, through the forced landing, ultimately reset to zero and merged into the high-dimensional computer!

At this moment, the Ghostface Space was indeed in an extremely awkward state.

During its forced descent into Artificial Divine Realm 2055, it lost a great deal of functionality and information but clung stubbornly to a single piece of intelligence: the information about the target trapped at the end of the cycle, guarding the most critical region.

The intelligence concerning Lan Yi.

Within quantum topology,

Ghostface Space had already acquired ample understanding of Lan Yi’s information. It knew the temperament of this human, his combat preferences, whether he could be bribed, if he harbored any spiritual weaknesses, his type of abilities, and his attitude toward death.

Although most of the time, Lan Yi’s demeanor was one of silent resolve, simply wielding his Dao techniques without uttering a word, undeniably, he had revealed much.

Then,

“Run quickly. Ghostface Space is about to force land. It knows me very well. I may not be able to look after you all next, and if you don’t leave and endow it with your fortune, then I will have no choice but to kill you first.”

Lan Yi gazed up at the chaotic-hued apocalyptic sky.

This future was already on the brink of collapse.

Due to an accident, the time crystal had developed vast cracks. Through these fissures, scenes from the past could be seen, as past and future intertwined—a temporal-spatial anomaly born from severing the cycle of reincarnation. Countless ghostly beings were passing through the gaps, reveling in their final orgy.

Chu Xuan and Zheng Cha heard this and wasted no words. They slipped away without hesitation, choosing not to stay and witness the battle of the mighty.

They greatly admired Lan Yi.

This fierce warrior intended to confront Ghostface Space head-on!

Upon the apocalyptic ruins,

because of the rampant devastation by ghostly entities, the emotional field exploded uncontrollably, rendering the colors chaotic beyond description—like an oily sludge of heavy metal industrial waste, a sight that polluted one’s spirit upon mere glance. Yet now, above Lan Yi’s head, over the entire Asian continent, this chaotic feeling suddenly vanished.

In its place arose a clear and bright dawn horizon.

Magnificent and resplendent, like a celestial path leading to death.

Lan Yi’s expression remained unchanged.

This was one of the Traverser’s small tricks.

Before rebirth, he had faced death countless times. Each time death approached, all colors faded, leaving only this morning glow waiting, awaiting the individual named Lan Yi to surrender and gently walk into it, finally embracing death. But each time, Lan Yi rejected death.

Because... today was not the day!

The enemy was taking shape high above the Ninth Heaven.

A most intriguing spectacle.

It seemed as if heaven and earth had exchanged places.

Lan Yi did not immediately strike—not because he was waiting for the enemy’s transformation to finish before interrupting, but because, with his current methods, he could not harm the Traverser wrapped in a temporal-spatial membrane above the Ninth Heaven. Rash attacks would only provide the enemy more topological information.

Not attacking did not mean unpreparedness.

Lan Yi was truly serious now.

With righteousness and grandeur, he took his stance!

“Azure Radiance” spread like an avalanche, harnessing the geomagnetic field to conjure lightning storms and a powerful magnetic field out of thin air. Countless crude heavy electromagnetic cannon barrels on the ground pointed skyward like sharp swords. Electrified demon-suppressing ropes writhed like dragons within the atmosphere, and vast channels leading to the ionosphere had been established. The electromagnetic avatar was in place.

Almost single-handedly,

Lan Yi had transformed the entire ruined area of Magic City into a fortress—armored and fortified.

To describe it most plainly,

by leveraging the planet’s geomagnetic potential, Lan Yi could, within ten minutes, strike any location on the globe with precision comparable to a Global Hawk targeting ground strikes. Even the moon lay within range, with power akin to orbital bombardment. The sole drawback was insufficient intelligence precision, preventing effective decapitation strikes against hidden or minuscule targets.

“Can this be called... the Magic City Fortress?”

Lan Yi still found the leisure for a jest. Even before the coming great battle, he remained lighthearted and carefree.

Above the Ninth Heaven, the morning glow wore down fiercely. A figure, seemingly ordinary yet infinitely profound, condensed. The forced landing Ghostface, now within Artificial Divine Realm 2055, was the strongest among ghost entities—using terms from fantasy and martial arts lore, it had already attained Yang Spirit!

Even as a spiritual entity in outer space, it would neither perish nor dissipate.

“Your fortress is as fragile as paper in my eyes.” Ghostface’s mental transmission pierced instantaneously into Lan Yi’s consciousness!

Immediately, Lan Yi launched his attack without hesitation!

He raised his hand.

Thousands upon thousands of electromagnetic cannons unleashed a barrage upon the target!

From Ghostface’s perspective, the blue planet beneath its feet—the ruins of Magic City—suddenly sprouted countless small needles emitting blue flames, launched at incredible speeds toward itself. In mere breaths, the needles expanded to fist-sized, their growth exponential.

Ghostface’s heart was unmoved.

“Pathetic and barbaric attacks.”

This psychic cultivator truly enjoyed greeting others with armored divine thunder.

Then, targeting the thousands of armored divine thunder blasts that could tear through carrier fleets and destroy battleships even in outer space, Ghostface raised its hand and pressed into the void beneath.

The overwhelming spiritual power of its spiritual form, blended with psychic energy, swept over 65,000 electromagnetic cannons of varying sizes. Almost as soon as the thought arose, countless psychic threads halted and pulled the cannons, bringing them to a complete standstill within one second.

This was not about smashing or deflecting the armored divine thunder.

It was a dazzling display of skill, halting the electromagnetic cannons intact.

This was akin to catching high-speed eggs without breaking them, as opposed to smashing them. Ghostface’s psychic control precision had already surpassed that of Lan Yi at this moment!

This scene was suffocating.

All who had been observing the battle through temporal fissures fell silent.

Fortifying a city was already extreme, but an enemy descending from the heavens was even more extraordinary!