Chapter 412: Is There His Place of Origin?

The roof of the world, Nawa Base.

The altitude of six thousand meters brings it closer to the starry sky, makes its sky incomparably pure, and makes its nights bone-chillingly cold.

Ning Qing sits before a massive machine; on the monitor are dull, tedious broken waves, seemingly repetitive yet not, much like life here—seemingly monotonous, yet bearing the vastest dreams of those who pursue the starry sky.

The repetitive sound of beeping;

The sound of the machine's fan spinning;

The sound of the wind outside the window.

Seemingly silent yet noisy, seemingly noisy yet silent.

Just like this universe overhead.

Unable to help herself, Ning Qing observes that dead, adjacent Plane once more; it is the same as last time, devoid of life—since this adjacent Plane that inexplicably lost its life has already been discovered and publicized by the base's researchers, she cannot use it as the subject for her graduation thesis, unless she can prove through observation that the withering of this Plane was not naturally formed, but due to other reasons.

But doing so has little meaning.

Because the gods likely know the reason for its destruction, so she only needs to grow slowly and reach the gods to directly obtain the answer.

There is no need to spend so much effort for a graduation thesis.

To her, whether she graduates or not is actually of no consequence; whatever she chooses for her graduation thesis, it will inevitably be incidental.

"Squeak..."

The chair legs rub against the floor.

Ning Qing rises and goes to another machine; she intends to verify the Spiritual Power proposed by Mr. Ling Boxin.

In her view, the reason why the Spiritual Power Mr. Ling Boxin speaks of—"two worlds influencing each other, affecting the trajectory of the world"—cannot be verified is mainly because he cannot place another plane or universe before everyone; therefore, no matter how rigorous the observation methods he proposes, no matter how vast the data and novel the angles he uses to prove that the world's trajectory is indeed influenced by a mysterious force, and no matter how many people in academia accept and believe his claims, the existence of Spiritual Power remains forever in doubt.

Actually, besides placing another plane or universe before everyone, there are other ways to verify Spiritual Power.

Perhaps it is the World Will.

Perhaps it is the Predicted Timeline and Historical Memory.

Perhaps it is the underlying rules.

Ning Qing does not know specifically which one it is now, but regardless, if there truly is a mysterious influence acting between different worlds, then it must leave traces in these places. It is a pity that Mr. Ling Boxin is not a Secret Sect Practitioner and cannot reach the more essential places of the world.

She is.

Even after Ning Qing clears her thoughts, she feels that wanting to truly verify it is a very simple matter.

The difficulty is that she is verifying it using Secret Sect methods, but apart from Secret Sect Practitioners, normal people simply cannot glimpse and understand this verification process, let alone use the same method to test it. Perhaps only practitioners of the Buddhist Sect, Daoist, and Heavenly Human System can barely manage it.

Ordinary scholars are destined to be unable to understand it on their own.

Then let's lower the requirements—

How can ordinary scholars use the abilities of the Buddhist Sect and Daoist to verify it?

Ning Qing has ideas about this, and she has confidence.

The beeping sound continues to repeat, the fan inside the machine spins unceasingly, the wind outside the window still wails, and the stars overhead are like fine silver sand; every tiny point of light is a vast world that ordinary people cannot reach.

And among them, is there his place of origin?

The night is deep, and the highway cuts across the wilderness.

An off-road vehicle speeds along the road; the headlights are the only light in this pitch-black world. The sides of the highway are overgrown with wild grass, long since withered and yellow, all leaning in one direction under the blowing of the night wind.

Sword Light shuttles through the clouds, approaching rapidly in this direction; suddenly, a flash of white light appears between heaven and earth, connecting the clouds and the ground in an instant.

A bright Sword Light pierces the front of the off-road vehicle and stabs into the highway, as simple as a sharp Sword poking through a block of tofu; the steel of the car body provides no resistance at all.

The driver reacts quickly enough; in the first second of the change, they have already stepped on the brakes.

"Squeak!"

The tires let out a short, sharp shriek.

But the vehicle speed is simply too fast, and its own weight is great, so it cannot be stopped instantly; thus, under inertia, the car body continues forward. And that Sword Light that passed through the front and stabbed into the highway, like cutting tofu, splits the entire vehicle neatly into two halves from front to back.

"Boom!!"

The two halves of the car body roll instantly, each tumbling into the withered grass on either side of the highway.

Several figures are thrown out.

Four of them are still alive and unharmed; only the pot-bellied man with a crew cut sitting in the middle of the back row is neatly cut into two halves by the Sword Light—one half is thrown onto the highway during the tumble, and the other half falls into the grass.

"Whoosh!"

A figure descends from the sky, hovering in mid-air, stepping on an illusory Sword Light, staring at them.

"Where are you all going?"

"Spare our lives!"

"Spare your ass! You won't survive!"

It is a tall and beautiful woman, wearing water-washed blue denim shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt, work boots, and rainbow socks, full of youthful vitality, but the expression on her face is very unkind: "I'm too lazy to take you back; anyway, you have committed many evils, dying twice over would be enough, so it's more convenient to settle it right here."

"Swish!"

Several Sword Lights appear, aimed at them.

The four react differently.

Some shout that what she is doing is illegal and inhumane, some offer bribes, some turn and run, and some are directly scared into collapsing on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The Sword Light shoots out instantly, severing their legs.

Zhang Suannai remains suspended in the air, but grins at them: "Haha, I was just joking with you, were you scared? I only broke your hands and feet, I'm still taking you back... Oh, I forgot! Doesn't that mean you'll have to suffer more pain and be scared for a few more days? Oops, I'm really sorry..."

The four struggle on the ground.

Zhang Suannai unhurriedly takes out her individual terminal to report the mission progress to the command post. Then she reaches out to draw a large circle in the air, takes a large, blood-stained plastic basin out of her Storage Artifact, puts these people into it, and then puts it into the Storage Artifact.

This is to avoid them bleeding too much and dirtying the Storage Artifact.

Another order completed, how delightful.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Suannai rode her Sword and departed.

Just as she returned to the camp and was handing over the target, her Mobile Phone suddenly vibrated.

"Eh..."

Zhang Suannai pulled out her Mobile Phone in confusion.

Qingcai Keke: @Nainai Zongshuo

Qingcai Keke: Your Seventh Senior Brother is also in Yunlai, eh.

Nainai Zongshuo: What's up?

Qingcai Keke: Nothing, just that we keep bumping into each other, wanted to ask what his personality is roughly like.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Suannai didn't even think, typing rapidly.

Nainai Zongshuo: Just a husky...

"Wait, no!"

Zhang Suannai suddenly furrowed her brows, a wave of alertness rising—

When it comes to this idiot Qingcai Keke, how could she have so easily believed his words?

Had she not suffered enough losses because of him?

Nainai Zongshuo recalled a message.

Zhang Suannai hurriedly switched from the Ancient Cultivation Group to Feixin.

Zhang Suannai: Seventh Senior Brother, how is your time in Yunlai going?

Seventh Senior Brother: Damn it, bored to death.

Seventh Senior Brother: 34""

"This moron!"

Zhang Suannai's brows furrowed even tighter, and she cursed under her breath.

Who would want to listen to his voice messages?

Does he think he's Qingqing?

Yet, Zhang Suannai ultimately endured the discomfort and tapped to play the voice message.

"That idiot commander told me to stay behind at the command post, saying I should be ready to provide support at any time. I thought it was a good thing at first, that I could fly everywhere and my handsome, tall figure would be seen on every Battlefield, but who would have thought it's been two days and not a single person has called for support."

Seventh Senior Brother: 35""

"Good thing I'm smart; I started acting cold and aloof in front of these idiots from the beginning. Now they all think I'm a cold and detached senior expert. They're too embarrassed to say much when they greet me, and they don't even dare to spin the table when I'm picking up food to eat. Hahaha, it's killing me..."

"So that's how it is..."

Zhang Suannai muttered, quickly switching back to the Ancient Cultivation Group.

Qingcai Keke: Saw it.

"Oh no!"

Zhang Suannai clenched her fists, annoyed and bewildered—why was it that even though she was already at the Seventh Stage, her reaction was still a step slow when facing such things?

So that's how it is...

Chen Shu couldn't help but nod.

Thinking back on the words and actions of Senior Zhuang over these past two days, the style suddenly changed completely.

"Emmm..."

Chen Shu shook his head, put aside Zhuang Baicha, and instead opened Feixin, beginning to carry out his daily plan of asking for greetings from Qingqing.

Chen Shu: Has Secretary Ning greeted me today?

Qingqing: Greetings.

Chen Shu: Is everything going smoothly on your end?

Qingqing: Smoothly.

Chen Shu: You don't even care if I'm safe over here.

Qingqing: Yunlai doesn't forbid romance, mind yourself.

Chen Shu: /expression complex

Qingqing: I'm a bit busy these few days. To ensure continuity of thought, starting tomorrow, I won't touch my Mobile Phone for over eighty-four hours. Once I finish this stage of work, I will contact you as soon as possible.

Chen Shu:???

Chen Shu: Is there any woman as heartless as you!!?

Chen Shu: /angry/angry

Qingqing:?

Chen Shu: You're heartless! You're cold!

Qingqing: Where am I being cold?

Chen Shu: We've been separated by such a distance for two whole days, and you don't miss me at all!

Chen Shu: /pointing finger

Qingqing: I do.

Chen Shu: I don't believe it.

Chen Shu: /your personality is terrible

Qingqing: I will miss you.

Chen Shu: /pouts

Chen Shu: Remember to bring me some fruit when you come back.

Qingqing: Remind me when the time comes.

Chen Shu: Fine, fine.

Chen Shu: A heartless woman like you always gets bored quickly after getting what she wants; I'm already numb to it.

Qingqing: Goodnight.

Chen Shu: Goodnight.

Chen Shu turned off his Mobile Phone, guessing that she definitely hadn't gone to sleep.

However, he didn't intend to sleep either.

After the testing over these past two days, he had once again found some areas to continuously optimize the Tracer Technique—not to repair or perfect it, because the current Tracer Technique was already a fully functional and powerful Spell, but there was still room for continuous optimization and improvement. Besides optimizing and improving the Spell, he also needed to make adjustments based on his own usage habits.

Furthermore, Chen Shu had a major revision idea for the Tracer Technique.

This time, it wasn't about improving or upgrading the intelligent defense of the Tracer Technique, but rather revising the Tracer Technique itself.

He was changing its very foundation.

Chen Shu had already realized while previously studying the Great Blazing Sun Art that some Rune conflicts could be used to generate explosions; later, his research into the Reverse Rune Principle gradually gave his idea substance, so he intended to change the main Combat Rune of the Tracer Technique, incorporating the Reverse Rune Principle to increase its power.

This idea essentially stemmed from the Tracer Technique's lackluster performance at High-Tier—

This Spell was truly excellent and very easy to use; no matter which country's version it was, it was very useful, but it was ultimately a Spell developed by the military as a conventional weapon or conventional Spell; its threshold was not high, and its ceiling was not high either.

Therefore, after reaching High-Tier, its power was not quite enough.

Chen Shu hoped to increase its power.

To push the Tracer Technique into a new version.

If possible—

This would also be his graduation thesis.