The unbranded black-ops stealth transport vessel violently shuddered as it crossed the sub-zero baseline of Mount Tai Sector 01 Core. Outside the armored ballistic view ports, the churning wall of gray electromagnetic smog suddenly tore open, revealing an ancient, prehistoric crater hidden deep beneath the fractured mountain roots.
The air within the pressurized cargo cabin grew instantly dense, dropping several atmospheric units as an invisible, high-frequency energetic mass rippled through the hull plating. The cabin's electronic instrumentation panels frantically flickered, their screens momentarily overriding the standard military flight telemetry with long cascading loops of uncorrupted golden script.
We have breached the final perimeter layout,
Lin Feng analyzed calmly, his vacant, bottomless eyes looking down through the floor blocks toward the glowing violet fissures lining the bedrock of the crater floor below.
The countdown has completely dissolved. The primary world-gateway is fully initialized.
"The vessel's stabilization matrices are failing!" Bai Qingxi called out, her crisp, aristocratic voice tight with defensive discipline as her corporate visors flooded her vision with crimson error tags. She slammed her palm against the backup manual controls, her crimson corporate suit completely caked in a fine layer of gray frost that was rapidly spreading across the seat harnesses. "The localized ambient field is expanding exponentially! The telemetry line from Director-General Sun's bunker is permanently severed!"
Beside her, Han Xue sat completely rigid, her long trench coat of midnight-black silk stiffening as she instinctively mobilized the uncorrupted spiritual marrow within her pathways to protect her internal structure. Her clear, glacial gaze was fixed entirely on the bottomless expanse of the abyss opening directly ahead of the descending ship.
"It’s the
Abyssal Sentinel
," Han Xue whispered, her ringing voice carrying a sharp, rhythmic vibration. "Its passive energetic mass is already interacting with our cellular density from here. Lin Feng... the ancestral scripts were accurate. If your dual-loop alignment fluctuates by even a fraction of a hertz, our bone marrow will calcify into solid ice before the landing pads hit the volcanic sand."
Lin Feng didn't reach for a high-frequency containment capsule or invoke a flashy external protective shield. He slowly stood up from the equipment bench, his movements unhurried, loose, and completely unbothered by the crushing gravitational pressure dropping from the sky. He calmly pulled his hands from his gray utility jacket pockets and walked toward the primary hydraulic exit landing.
"The scripts are just dead records of a past timeline, Student Han," Lin Feng said softly, his smooth voice easily cutting through the screaming roar of the atmospheric vacuum outside. "They document the boundaries of what mortals couldn't pass. They don't account for a scoured foundation."
BOOM—HISSSS!
The vessel's primary decompression valves violently burst as the automated landing sequence brought the transport to a bone-jarring halt across a massive ridge of dark volcanic sand. The thick composite bulkhead doors glided open with a deep hydraulic groan, letting a freezing, toxic column of sulfurous white steam rush into the cabin.
Lin Feng stepped out onto the open ramp without hesitation.
The primeval interior of the Mount Tai Core Sanctuary stretched out for kilometers in every direction. Towering, jagged obelisks of raw white jade pierced a blood-red sky choked with thick ash, their crystalline structures pulsing to the deep, tectonic rhythm of the earth's grand fault lines. But standing at the absolute center of the sanctuary, guarding a massive golden platform that anchored the continent's geocentric root, was the guardian entity.
The Tier-3 Abyssal Sentinel stood nearly ten meters tall, its towering humanoid silhouette forged entirely from matte-black obsidian plates that bled continuous ribbons of cold violet flame. Its face was completely smooth, faceless, replaced by a single, colossal horizontal eye line that glowed with a dangerous, unstable crimson luminescence. The moment its gaze locked onto Lin Feng’s lean profile, a physical wave of sub-zero kinetic force detonated outward from its frame, instantly coating the volcanic sand within three hundred meters in a dense sheet of high-density geometric frost.
The passive field was so immense that the massive stealth transport vessel behind Lin Feng immediately groaned, its titanium support frames violently warping as the structural metal began to crystallize into brittle gray clay.
Han Xue and Bai Qingxi staggered down the ramp, their breathing flat and ragged as their respective inner current engines suffered a sudden, crushing pressure drop under the monster's aura. They were completely paralyzed at the baseline of the execution grounds, their resources and lineages counting for absolutely nothing against the apex predator of the first grand rifts.
But Lin Feng stood perfectly loose, his bare sneakers anchored flat against the frozen sand. Within his lower abdomen, his
Dantian
accelerated its dual-loop rotations to maximum velocity, his fully scoured
Ren
and
Du
channels humming in perfect, unyielding harmonic synchronization. The silver-white geocentric weight vibrating within his bones completely swallowed the sub-zero draft, keeping his plain gray hoodie free of a single flake of frost.
The faceless obsidian sentinel let out a deafening, metallic shriek that caused the white jade obelisks to crack, its massive right arm whirring as it manifested a four-meter-long linear execution spear made of pure, compressed crimson plasma. It lunged forward across the platform, its explosive velocity bypassing the tracking rates of their optical visors as it drove the supersonic blade straight toward Lin Feng's throat.
The final crown of New Huaxia was on the table, and the undefeated regressor didn't even alter his pulse as he stepped into the smoke.