Chapter 436: Reset Complete

Wang Yu naturally had no reason to disagree with the black-clad woman Mu Lan's arrangements and immediately nodded.

At Mu Lan's instruction, Meng Jiang flew directly toward the nearby gas station.

In just seven or eight minutes, Meng Jiang returned, carrying several objects identical to the white metal pack on his back, and tossed them down before the three.

"These are our nation's newest single-person flight packs, just developed and ready for mass production. They're filled with special liquid fuel capable of sustaining long-duration flight—enough to get us to the nearest port. I'll teach you how to use them." As she spoke, Mu Lan picked up one of the metal packs and handed it over.

Wang Yu took the backpack curiously and found it surprisingly light—only about ten or so jin, far lighter than he'd imagined.

When he strapped the metal pack onto his back, Mu Lan removed several metal patches from its surface and stuck them onto his feet, then began instructing him on how to control the device through different foot movements.

With Wang Yu's powerful spiritual sense, such simple operations were easily mastered.

Moments later, the four of them rose into the air and flew toward the distant horizon.

Though their speed could not compare to cultivation realm flight artifacts, it was far faster than ordinary vehicles.

The next day at noon.

The four descended onto a remote stretch of sea, over ten li from a certain port. Below, a hundred-meter-long black submarine had surfaced, its top hatch open, revealing an entrance.

Soon after, the submarine received them, sealed its hatch, and silently dove again, sinking hundreds of meters into the deep sea before gliding like a ghost toward China's territorial waters.

Upon entering the submarine, Wang Yu and the others were each assigned a private cabin by the crew.

Though the cabin was no larger than a toilet and could barely fit a single bed, within the cramped confines of the submarine, it was an extraordinary luxury—clear evidence of the captain's high regard for them.

Wang Yu closed the door, lay on the bed, and exhaled deeply, finally relaxing.

Here, he was truly safe. All that remained was to rest well inside the submarine and wait for return to China's base.

According to the crewmen who had greeted them, this submarine was among China's fastest; if no delays occurred, they would return home in just over ten days.

Thinking of this, the hidden fatigue within Wang Yu surged like a tide, his eyelids grew heavy, and within a few breaths, he fell into deep sleep.

Though his spiritual force was extraordinary, his physical body was entirely ordinary. The exertions of the past two days, combined with continuous flight, had finally pushed him beyond his limits.

In the depths of sleep, as his consciousness drifted, Wang Yu vaguely saw a hazy white stone house.

Inside stood a wooden bed, upon which lay a motionless man, his face blurred and indistinct, yet covered by a thin, clean-looking blanket.

A young girl in blue, with two braids, knelt half-squatting before the bed, drenched in sweat, her hands moving rapidly over the man's body, massaging him. Faint green light flickered between her fingers; even through the thin blanket, her strain was evident.

On the ground beside her crouched a white creature, two chi long, slender-bodied, with horns on its head and claws on its belly—clearly a familiar white little dragon.

As Wang Yu's mind stirred and his gaze instinctively focused on the man's face, the features gradually sharpened: ordinary, yet unmistakably familiar—it was the face of "another Wang Yu," though half his face and neck were charred black, grotesque and terrifying.

Wang Yu startled awake, sitting upright suddenly.

He felt drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked. He wiped his face—his hand came away wet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Checking the time, he saw that half a day had passed.

His sleep had lasted over ten hours; he had sweated profusely without realizing it.

Wang Yu's heart tightened. He touched his head and used his spiritual sense to scan his body inside and out.

Good.

Aside from weakness, his physical body showed no signs of headache, fever, or illness. The heavy sweating was simply due to extreme exhaustion.

But what had he seen in that dream?

His consciousness had returned to Blue Star—how could he still perceive things from the cultivation world?

Or was it merely a dream?

Yet the details felt far too real.

In the dream, his cultivation world body seemed in dire straits. The white creature was clearly Xiao Bai—but who was the blue-clad girl?

Though only her back was visible, she appeared young, likely a low-rank cultivator.

Wang Yu fell silent in thought, then finally formed a hand seal and drew a trace of yin energy from his talisman.

*Puff. Flames flickered across his body, instantly drying his clothes.

As he released the hand seal, the red glow vanished.

Though his body had never cultivated qi, with his Foundation Establishment-level spiritual sense, forcing a low-grade fire technique using yin energy was no great challenge.

The next moment, he reached out with a single hand into empty air.

A flash of silver light surged from between his brows, and in his palm appeared a white bone banner.

Wang Yu scanned the banner with his spiritual sense, and his brow furrowed.

The previous day's orbital cannon strike in the British Isles had drained nearly nine-tenths of the yin energy within the Soul Absorbing Banner—and all the soul-enslaved pig spirits that had become low-rank ghosts had been obliterated in that single blow.

Though he deeply regretted the loss, he felt no remorse.

The laser cannon that had descended from the sky had power approaching a third-rank attack from the cultivation world.

Had the laser not been so brief in duration, and had he not first weakened it with yin energy and the low-rank ghosts, then used the bone shield to absorb the next blow, he would never have had time to dive underground and save his life.

Had he tried to endure the full impact directly, he would have been reduced to ashes on the spot.

But with yin energy so depleted, his options for dealing with future powerful enemies were severely limited.

After their previous battles, the White Bone Demons had also lost most of their internal yin energy.

And considering the time—he had returned to Blue Star less than a month ago, yet already exhausted nearly all his greatest assets.

This left Wang Yu with a sense of helplessness—but then he remembered something.

After such a long time, the Taiyuan Auxiliary System's reset and fusion should be complete.

"Taiyuan, enter login interface."

He silently murmured this in his mind.