Chapter 320: Mushroom Bomb

Ignoring the shock of Zhang Wuji and the other, Meng Yifan stored the four cultivation technique manuals into his Space Ring.

Then, Meng Yifan had Yang Yijian arrange a plane for him to fly back to the base in Wild Man Mountain; he needed to wait there for Francis to deliver the Mushroom Bomb.

More than half a day passed quickly when Meng Yifan's phone suddenly rang; he checked the caller ID and saw it was indeed Francis calling.

Meng Yifan answered the phone, and Francis's voice came through, "Master, your humble servant has already purchased the Mushroom Bomb and is sending it to you now."

"Very good." Meng Yifan felt a bit excited; although he had advanced to a Fifth-grade Cultivator, he still didn't have absolute certainty of victory against the Level 5 Demon Beast Lang Batian, but now with the Mushroom Bomb, his odds of winning had greatly increased.

The Mushroom Bomb could be considered the ultimate weapon of human technology; bringing it into the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World would surely give Lang Batian a big surprise.

During this time, Jiang Hailong had not been idle either; Meng Yifan had instructed him to purchase a Bullet Production Line, which was now stored in the base's Warehouse.

Meng Yifan did not immediately put the Bullet Production Line into his Space Ring because the space was limited, and it was already packed with forty-five Array Heavy Machine Guns and their accompanying ammunition.

For the remaining space, Meng Yifan wanted to prioritize loading the Mushroom Bomb and the Missile Launch Vehicle; if there was still space left, Meng Yifan would stuff the Bullet Production Line in as well.

If there was truly no room left, he would just have to wait until the next crossing to bring the Bullet Production Line over.

Two hours later, a helicopter slowly landed at the base in Wild Man Mountain.

Francis arranged for people to carefully push a tightly sealed rectangular box out of the helicopter, which contained a small Mushroom Bomb 3 meters long, 0.8 meters wide, and weighing 7 tons.

Don't let its small size fool you; its explosive power was more than ten times greater than the Little Boy Mushroom Bomb dropped on Dongying back in the day.

This single Mushroom Bomb was enough to destroy a city and could instantly slaughter a million people; it was a true weapon of mass destruction.

If this Mushroom Bomb were to detonate inside this base, everyone present, except for Meng Yifan, would be instantly blown to smithereens.

Francis had also brought a Missile Launch Vehicle, originally intending to load the Mushroom Bomb onto it.

However, Meng Yifan thought about it, and the movement speed of a Level 5 Demon Beast was faster than a missile; even if the missile locked onto the target, it would be unable to catch up to Lang Batian.

Therefore, Meng Yifan requested the engineers to modify the Mushroom Bomb for remote detonation.

"Master, given the current situation on Earth, please do not use the Mushroom Bomb recklessly, otherwise it will easily trigger a world war; even if you must use it, you can only use it in an uninhabited area," Francis said with deep concern.

Meng Yifan patted Francis on the shoulder and said, "Haha, Francis, don't you worry, I know what I'm doing and won't cause you any trouble."

The Mushroom Bomb was delivered to the large Warehouse at the base; after everyone else had retreated, Meng Yifan pressed his right hand against the cold outer shell of the Mushroom Bomb and released his Spiritual Power, enveloping it.

Even though Meng Yifan was a Fifth-grade Cultivator with great strength, standing near the Mushroom Bomb now made him feel terrified.

If this big guy were to suddenly explode at close range, Meng Yifan would be finished too.

"Store!" With a thought from Meng Yifan, the Mushroom Bomb was stored into the Space Ring.

Next, Meng Yifan loaded the Missile Launch Vehicle and three Tomahawk Missiles into the Space Ring, which almost completely filled it up.

The Bullet Production Line could not be fitted in, so Meng Yifan could only squeeze in some AK47 bullets wherever there was space.

The countdown on the Game Panel ticked away bit by bit, and soon only five minutes remained.

Meng Yifan had everything ready, then returned to his bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the countdown to hit zero.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." Meng Yifan was now a Fifth-grade Cultivator, and his sensory abilities had become even sharper; he discovered a mysterious force suddenly appearing around him, grabbing his Divine Soul and trying to pull it out of his body.

"What force is pulling at my Divine Soul?" Meng Yifan was greatly alarmed; with his current strength, he was already capable of Soul Projection to roam the void.

However, initiating a Soul Projection himself versus being forced to do so by another power were two completely different sensations.

Meng Yifan deployed his Black and White Grinding Disc Supernatural Ability to guard his Divine Soul and resist the pulling force.

Yet, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree; that force was incomparably powerful, and Meng Yifan's Divine Soul could not resist it at all, being instantly dragged into the Space-Time Channel.

"Where did that force just now come from? How could it be so powerful?" Meng Yifan was utterly bewildered.

He was already a Fifth-grade Cultivator; on Earth, in terms of personal strength, he was already at the top tier, yet that force just now could forcibly drag his Divine Soul out—this was too terrifying.

If that force wanted to obliterate Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin, he would have no power to fight back at all.

"My own strength is still too weak; I must improve my strength as quickly as possible to be able to control my own destiny," Meng Yifan's gaze was firm.

Regardless of what powerful existence was behind the Game Panel, at the very least, the Game Panel was currently very important to Meng Yifan and could help him rapidly improve his cultivation.

"There will be a way when the cart reaches the mountain; it's useless to let my imagination run wild now. Once my strength improves, I will eventually be able to uncover the secrets behind the Game Panel."

Inside the Space-Time Channel, light twisted and stars swayed; he didn't know how much time had passed when Meng Yifan felt an intense sensation of weightlessness.

During this process, Meng Yifan keenly sensed that his Divine Soul was once again enveloped by an irresistible force, which pulled his Divine Soul out of the Space-Time Channel and then forcibly stuffed it into another body.

Meng Yifan tried to expand his Spiritual Power to see where that mysterious force originated, but he could see nothing.

It seemed that such a powerful existence resided in another special space that could not be seen, heard, smelled, or touched.

Meng Yifan opened his eyes and discovered that he had returned to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World.

The rich Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the surroundings gave Meng Yifan a mental jolt; having traveled over from the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi-depleted Earth, the feeling was particularly distinct.

The Spirit Qi on Earth was too thin and no longer suitable for Immortal Cultivators to practice; a world like the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty was the true treasure land suitable for Immortal Cultivators.

Meng Yifan sat cross-legged, circulated his technique, and greedily absorbed the omnipresent Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

In an instant, with Meng Yifan as the center, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a three-kilometer radius all converged toward him.