Chapter 903: Particle Collider

Particle Collider

After speaking, without waiting for Chen Ling to respond, he walked down the black steps alone and headed out of the grand hall.

The closer he got to the hall doors, the longer his shadow was drawn out. His figure was no longer despairing and lonely, but rather carried a hint of resolve and killing intent. The youth's bloodstained Hemp-Clad clothes looked like a golden suit of armor beneath the setting sun.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe remained standing in the dark grand hall. After watching him walk far away, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Ying Fu... how will you break this situation?"

His gaze stared into the void, as if meeting the eyes of the future Ying Fu, and he muttered to himself.

Chen Ling's idea was actually very simple. Since he wouldn't be killed before Ying Fu saw him for the first time in the Timeline Save File, he would pre-plant a bomb.

A bomb that, after the predetermined events ended, would have a chance to directly kill Ying Fu!

This bomb couldn't come from the outside. After all, no one knew how strong Ying Fu would be by then... This bomb was best sourced from Ying Fu himself. After all, regardless of the time or place, the only one who could kill him was himself.

When Li Fu became Ying Fu, when this youth who had been abandoned by everyone became the sole Emperor, this shackle would give Chen Ling an absolute advantage!

If Ying Fu kept his promise, Chen Ling could make him commit suicide and die with just a single sentence. If Ying Fu refused to fulfill it, the effects of his skills would also be greatly reduced, and he might even have his inner demons triggered by Chen Ling... Of course, even if it were the latter, it didn't matter.

After all, in this gamble, Ying Fu's stakes were his life and his future. But Chen Ling's stake was nothing more than a Ring that he had long stopped using.

Li Fu walked to the entrance of the grand hall. A-Qian, who had been waiting to the side for a long time, waved repeatedly.

"Brother Xiao Li!"

Li Fu turned his head and saw A-Qian squatting next to a baffling Mummy. Seeing Li Fu come out, she put down the bandages in her hand and trotted all the way over.

"Brother Xiao Li, are you okay? Did that bad guy hurt you?"

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

"I don't know. As soon as I came out, I saw an older brother lying at the door, seemingly passed out... I saw that he still had injuries on his body, and I was afraid he'd die, so I helped wrap him up a few times..."

"...Hmm, but you have to be careful of strangers in the future, understand?"

"I know."

"In a bit, I'll send you over to Big Sister Wu Qiong. Before I come back, don't run around blindly, understand?"

"Brother Xiao Li, what are you going to do?" A-Qian subconsciously hugged Li Fu's arm tightly. "I don't want to be separated from you!"

"Be good... This time, I'll be fine."

Li Fu's gaze turned toward the ruined city. He tightly clenched the hand wearing the Ring and spoke calmly,

"There are some debts that I need to properly settle."

...

Following Li Fu and A-Qian's departure, Chen Ling, wearing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, also subsequently walked out of the grand hall.

He turned his head to look to the side, only to see Jiang Xiaohua groaning and grunting as he picked himself up from the ground. It wasn't because he was being melodramatic, but rather because after waking up, the wounds on his body were simply too painful.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have fainted from the intense pain, but Jiang Xiaohua only let out two shallow hums. Those who didn't know better might have thought he was acting spoiled.

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

"Yeah..." Jiang Xiaohua glanced at A-Qian in the distance. "That child almost touched my skin... Fortunately, I woke up in time and shifted my direction, otherwise she wouldn't have lived past three days."

"You're that toxic?"

"When I passed out earlier, you didn't touch my skin, right?"

"As you said, I carried you on my back with the bandages separating us."

"Oh..."

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

"..." Chen Ling waited for a long time before finally unable to resist asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"The bandages have pretty much all been burned away. I need some clothes." Jiang Xiaohua lowered his head, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, Chen Ling could only helplessly tell him to wait, then returned to the palace and began rummaging around...

After a while, he pulled out a resplendent, golden Dragon Robe from nowhere and tossed it to Jiang Xiaohua.

"This is it. Just make do and wear this."

Jiang Xiaohua didn't refuse. He draped the Dragon Robe over his body, his snow-white hair cascading down the robe's shoulders. With five-clawed golden dragons soaring through the clouds on the garment, he actually exuded a uniquely handsome aura.

"Where are we going?" Having put on some clothes, Jiang Xiaohua's demeanor was clearly much more natural as he proactively asked.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, a dull boom rumbled from afar!

Weng—!

A long golden path exuding the Aura of the Path of the Sovereign's Dao Foundation, like the palm of a giant, descended from the heavens and landed within a certain Imperial Palace in the distance.

"This is..." Chen Ling squinted his eyes slightly as he looked at that path ascending to the heavens.

...

Hanging Jade Domain, Floating Base.

Figures clad in white lab coats gathered behind the Glass, looking excitedly at a massive facility inside the laboratory. Their eyes shone as they seemed to be eagerly discussing something among themselves.

As a heavy black cloth was pulled away, a Particle Collider that had been gathering dust for an unknown number of years was revealed to everyone's sight.

The scientists present had all been born in this era. They had only ever learned about the rumored Particle Collider from textbooks... Now that they had the fortune of seeing it with their own eyes, they were naturally incredibly excited.

"Professor, can the Master of the Babel Tower really activate this thing?"

In front of the Particle Collider, a young man was also astounded by this massive, high-tech facility, and couldn't help but ask the Professor next to him.

"The Path of the Artisan is the power to turn the decayed into the miraculous. It is the crystallization of human material civilization... Although it cannot return regressed science to its original state, briefly reversing the time an object is in can still be achieved."

The Professor's eyes stared intently at the Master of the Babel Tower standing before the Particle Collider. Despite his best efforts to conceal it, a trace of excitement still leaked from the depths of his eyes...

"Are the operational procedures all ready?"

"They're ready. The coordinates of where we are now are also ready to be transmitted at any moment... Next, it all depends on whether the Lord of Hanging Jade can receive them."

Everyone's gaze fell upon the Particle Collider, as well as the enormous Hibernation Pod in front of the collider...

A mysterious liquid churned within the Hibernation Pod. The figure of a young man was silently suspended upside down inside it, his black hair dancing silently with the flow of the liquid, profound as an abyss.

That was the guardian of this domain who had been slumbering for over three hundred years—the Lord of Hanging Jade.

The Professor took a deep breath. He exchanged a glance with the Master of the Babel Tower not far away. After giving a slight nod, he finally issued the order:

"Then... prepare to begin."