Chapter 3647: Man Becomes God, I Am But an Ant

Although Lin Wanner no longer tried to persuade Ye Chen, she still worried about his safety in her heart.

Unlike before, she might have previously considered the risks and opportunities of this matter from an objective standpoint, but now Ye Chen had become the only person she cared about in her heart, and she had already fallen for him; at this time, she did not want Ye Chen to take any risks.

In the face of Ye Chen's safety, revenge or not was no longer that important; she only wished for Ye Chen to be safe and sound.

But since Ye Chen had already made up his mind, she felt that as a woman, she could not stop a man's decision no matter what, so she could only keep her worries to herself.

Ye Chen saw her worry and smiled: "Miss Lin, you need not worry too much; actually, given the current situation, even if I encounter that elder, I may not necessarily be at a disadvantage."

Lin Wanner asked in surprise: "Young Master, what do you mean by that?"

Ye Chen laughed: "You see, he previously used psychological suggestion to control nearly a hundred Japanese scientific expedition members, which consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, and now he is alone, fleeing on the Antarctic continent, constantly consuming spiritual energy to sustain himself; moreover, he was once chased like a dog by the US military, further depleting his spiritual energy, so I estimate his current spiritual energy reserves are surely insufficient; when the time comes, even if I cannot defeat him, I should at least be able to outrun him."

Lin Wanner pondered for a moment, lightly nodded, and said in agreement: "Young Master's words are reasonable; he has been in Antarctica for so long, continuously consuming spiritual energy, while you, relying on the Great Sun Tathagata Hand Seal, have replenished your spiritual energy to the utmost; this is indeed a great advantage."

Ye Chen laughed: "And don't forget, I still have pills; when the time comes and we truly engage, as long as he cannot kill me in one strike, I can wage a war of attrition against him, and perhaps I will even turn the tables and kill him in the end."

Lin Wanner hurriedly advised him: "Young Master, do not be overly optimistic; the three elders of the Broken Clear Society, whose cultivation is second only to Wu Feiyan, certainly possess formidable combat strength; although I have not attained the Dao, my father once said that on the path of cultivation, each rise in realm brings exponential growth in strength; as the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse; Young Master, you must absolutely not cling to battle."

"Good!" Ye Chen also knew that once there was a gap in cultivation realms, it would absolutely be considered heaven and earth apart; he said this merely to reassure Lin Wanner.

However, there was one thing Ye Chen did not say aloud.

That is, if he truly faced the opponent, unless it was a fight to the death, even if he were willing to let it go, the opponent would not let it rest; by then, even if he had to overturn Antarctica, he would still have to dig Ye Chen out and kill him.

Then what would Lin Wanner do? And what about Yun Ruoge and Song Ruoyu?

Moreover, even if he failed to find Ye Chen and Lin Wanner and the others, he would still bring this news to Wu Feiyan, and by then Ye Chen would likely be exposed.

Therefore, Ye Chen had already made up his mind in his heart: if he truly encountered the opponent on a narrow path, he would fight to the death.

After bidding farewell to the three women, Ye Chen ran alone beneath the sky-full of auroras on the Antarctic ice sheet.

The reason he did not use a snow vehicle was that he feared the noise would be too great; after all, facts have proven that snow vehicles cannot evade the US military's aerial reconnaissance, and in this extreme cold weather of sixty degrees below zero everywhere, the engine of a snow vehicle and its emitted exhaust, under thermal imaging systems, would become the most conspicuous light source in the darkness.

Moreover, the noise of a snow vehicle might easily disturb that elder of the Broken Clear Society.

Although the opponent's spiritual energy perception covers a far greater area than Ye Chen's, Ye Chen clearly knows in his heart that no cultivator would be so extravagant as to constantly use spiritual energy to sense everything around them; this is like a radar that may have a long detection range, but if the power supply is not infinite, it must reduce power to conserve electricity.

The opponent's current situation should not be good, so it is even less likely that he would constantly pay twelvefold attention to his surroundings.

At this very moment, Wu Bolin's situation is indeed not good.

In fact, it can be said to be very bad.

He had drilled over a thousand meters all the way before finally reaching the rock layer and that mysterious entrance, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter even a fraction.

He knew that what blocked his way was an extremely profound formation.

He poured all his strength into his flying sword, using it to break that invisible, intangible formation, but the flying sword that usually cuts iron like mud now could not pierce even a fraction into this emptiness.

If this formation were compared to the entrance of a fortress forged from fine steel, then his cultivation and strength before it would be even less than a toothpick.

If, after drilling over a thousand meters of ice, he discovered it was an illusion, he might feel discouraged.

But after drilling over a thousand meters and confirming this was indeed the legacy left by a high person from the Dharma-Ending Age, only to find he could not enter even a fraction, this feeling is far more severe than discouragement, even reaching the point of near collapse.

Wu Bolin's entire person was abnormally irritable; in order to search for possible mechanisms, he consumed spiritual energy to expand the space around the cave entrance, and now the bottom had already been opened by him into a sloping space like a super-erected tent, with the pitch-black rock layer fully exposed before his eyes; he held his flying sword and chopped and chipped around, trying, but what made him collapse was that although the surface rock could be easily chopped and chipped by himself, once he reached a plane level with the cave entrance, the rock became harder than steel by ten thousand times.

He exerted all his strength, but his flying sword could not leave even the faintest scratch on the rock of this plane.

This formation protects not just the cave entrance, but the entire plane starting from this cave entrance.

Although he does not know how large this plane is, he knows that the formation's effect is certainly a three-dimensional space, like a huge square box; outside this square box, rock is just rock, but once inside the range of the square box, rock is merely an appearance.

Moreover, the protective power of this formation is already so strong as to be astonishing.

Although Wu Bolin's cultivation is not as high as Wu Feiyan's, Wu Feiyan before him is not so strong as to reach this degree; if he were to kill Wu Feiyan, and Wu Feiyan did not fight back but only defended, she would still not remain unharmed under his flying sword.

This is like how human strength, though vastly superior to that of a mosquito by countless orders of magnitude, yet the mosquito can still pierce human skin with its mouthparts.

But now this situation has completely overturned Wu Bolin's cognition.

Wu Bolin even feels that even if it were a military missile, it might not be able to shake this formation-protected range.

After all, his flying sword at full strength can even easily pierce any modern military defense armor, but before this rock, not even an ant counts; by this we see that even if one were to detonate an atomic bomb on this rock surface, anything beneath this plane would probably not suffer even a fraction of damage.

Forcing entry? Cannot penetrate even the thickness of a single hair.

Outwitting? This entire formation is as solid as gold and soup; on the surface there is only that one entrance, with no mechanism exposed at all, so there is simply no opportunity for outwitting.

The person capable of creating such a formation must have strength already approaching that of a god; how could someone like me, a cultivator who has not even opened the Purple Mansion, hope to shake it? Truly, man becomes god, I am but an ant!

Wu Bolin also considered giving up.

But he sadly discovered that whether he persisted or gave up, it had nothing to do with that formation.

Persistence is merely his own solo performance, unrelated to this formation, and giving up, even if he chose to give up now, would have no meaning.

There is nowhere to go outside; even if he gave up, he would still have to stay here.

Only, before he was staying in an ice cave tens of meters deep, now he is in an ice cave over a thousand meters deep.

Realizing his insignificance, Wu Bolin sat dejectedly on this cold rock, wanting to cry but without tears.

His hand touched the rock that he had already planed flat, and suddenly he thought of a serious problem he had overlooked.

When the Japanese expedition members reported to him, they told him about Antarctica's geological structure.

Below the ice cap, from one thousand to two thousand meters down is rock, but this one thousand to two thousand meters is not all ice.

Because of geothermal heat, beneath the ice cap there are actually subglacial lakes and rivers.

But I have drilled all the way to rock, and it is all hard ice layers, with not a trace of flowing water.

The rock layer that should have geothermal heat is equally ice-cold and bone-piercing.

A terrible thought suddenly welled up in his heart: could it be that this formation is not only as solid as gold and soup, but also able to block the earth's internal heat?!