Chapter 53 (Transplanting Flowers and Trees 1): The Fountain

Sixty-five million years ago, Earth.

Nikola Tesla divided the Earth into 360 degrees of longitude, with each hemisphere—east and west—spanning 180 degrees. To protect the power station on Taisland, located at 90 degrees east longitude, Tesla designated the impact site for the fragments of Mars’ explosion in the MAYA region at 90 degrees west longitude, precisely on the opposite side of the Taisland power station.

The project team executing the plan conducted a thorough scan of the underground mineral resources in the MAYA region, assessing both their types and quantities, except for—

“If you get caught, you’ll lose your head!” Yang’s heart leapt in terror; he nearly cried out, but quickly covered his mouth, lowering his voice in lingering fear.

Yin Tingjun hung up the phone, suddenly feeling as though the thunder and lightning outside were celebrating with him, and even the food in his mouth seemed to care about his well-being.

The casting of spatial teleportation magic always required time. Their current position was quite far from the tribe, at least two thousand meters away. Using spatial displacement would take one to three seconds. Yet Miao Miao managed to execute two consecutive spatial shifts in the blink of an eye, completely defying everyone’s expectations.

“They wanted to use a decoy and spirit the old madam away. Fortunately, we prepared in advance. Though they took her, they’ve stayed in the siege at City C and haven’t gone up the mountain. As long as they try to climb, we’ll have our chance.” Gu Chengdong finished washing his hands, took out a handkerchief to dry his fingertips, and spoke as he did so.

Xie Zheng turned her head slightly to look at him, and, involuntarily, a thought flashed through her mind—this man is truly handsome; it’s not just his eyes, but even his lips and nose that are striking.

They left the hotel, gazing at the nightclub that had been burned down. Police were handling the scene, and as they checked their phones, they saw that the person who had fled before still had a moving IP address.

From Miao Miao they learned of the fall of the gods, but she never revealed the reason for their demise. Nefarian had once wondered what could have happened in the divine realm to cause all the gods to perish in the Endless Sea. Unexpectedly, it had been infighting within the realm.

“It’s hard to say. As the saying goes, every strength has its weakness; perhaps her beast-controlling technique is exactly where her vulnerability lies,” someone speculated.

If what Yi Shiyuan said was true and he hoped for Chu Yujie to enter the bureaucracy after excelling in the imperial exams, Chu Yimiao simply didn’t have the years to wait for that day.

At these words, the rest couldn’t help but chime in, each adding their perspective, and gradually, a real discussion took shape.

Meanwhile, more and more spells were being cast in this direction. The torn rift showed no sign of healing; instead, it was only growing wider.

Jack’s condition was extremely complex, involving neural issues, and it had lasted for quite some time. The reason he’d spoken to Jack earlier was mainly because he’d thought of the Nameless Acupuncture Technique and wanted to give it a try.

Zhou Heng suddenly understood: if Zhao Yancheng could add a little extra to the price, why couldn’t he? With this thought, Zhou Heng’s mood instantly lifted. As long as you keep raising your bid, I’ll add my own increment too—let’s see how you like it.

Lin Zhan gave a sly grin and didn’t answer, but the knowing look on his face said everything about his current situation.

The kick landed squarely on Liu He’s stomach. He didn’t even have time to scream before his body flew back with a whoosh, crashed hard into a pillar, and the pain made him roll his eyes and faint on the spot.

He had already forced himself out of the madness born of deep hatred, returning once more to calm.

With each leap, the fire spirit energy on its body was drawn away thread by thread, drifting down into a fiery cavern beneath the ground.

A burning piece was instantly consumed, turned to ashes in the merciless black flames without even a chance to struggle. The remainder transformed into a cloud of white spiritual energy, which Cheng Luyi swiftly swept into her sleeve.

Only after a long moment did the two mighty forces finally exhaust each other—a section of the void burned red as a kettle-bottom, while the other side glittered with drifting frost.