Chapter 217: Chapter 150 Boring Game (Part 1)_1
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The Heavenly Tao World in the Shadow Area is a considerably vast realm.
Within a region sprawling hundreds of light-years, a large number of stars and the planets orbiting them form an orderly and fascinating world.
The Little Heavenly Way, which is a celestial network constructed collectively by the Gods, enshrouds this area with its power, isolating the forces of the Shadows from within.
Beyond the overt celestial network, there are also numerous hidden networks here, some of which even extend into the Shadows, indicating an inexplicable relationship between the Little Heavenly Way and the Evil Gods of the Shadows.
Guided to the designated location by three squirrels, Fang Cheng saw hundreds of spacecraft forming a massive spacecraft matrix. At predetermined positions, they unfolded force field shields, and the emerald-hued aura connected them, accumulating energy to create a zone in the Shadows, linking to a planet ensnared by the Shadows.
Through this aurora force field, some scientific teams had already begun researching the situation of their homeworld, but the detailed reports were not yet out, and formal rescue operations had yet to begin.
Upon detecting the deployment of the spacecraft matrix, Number One immediately flew up in their ship, and soon after, a voice came through the broadcast, “This is the temporary Rescue Committee. I am the leader of the seventeenth team, Sir Big Tail. What is your code number?”
“Glacial Squad’s Numbers One, Two, and Three!”
“Voiceprint verification passed, welcome back.”
After confirming their identities, the person’s voice softened, “Thank the network, I thought you had perished. It’s surprising that you’ve survived. The survival rate through a black hole is less than one in ten thousand; you’re really lucky.”
“Yeah, somewhat.”
“You must have had a tough time recently. Later, I’ll send someone to deliver some pinecone powder for you to rest.”
“You’ve got it all wrong!”
“Where is the villain who imprisoned you? That tall... that tall... that tall...”
Sir Big Tail’s voice seemed to get stuck like a broken tape, only able to repeat the same three words over and over.
He gazed dumbfoundedly at Fang Cheng, who had been meditating until interrupted, his mind occupied by a strange emotion.
In his eyes, there was nothing else but Fang Cheng.
As an outstanding little squirrel, Sir Big Tail’s powers of perception were even stronger than those of Numbers One, Two, and Three.
Number Two had previously sensed Fang Cheng’s unfathomable essence and his presence that rivaled that of a Star-level Giant Beast. Sir Big Tail immediately felt it as well.
Moreover, he felt an incomparable desire, making him feel that offering everything he had to the being before him was supremely honorable and exalted.
It wasn’t just him; the accompanying guards couldn’t help but half-kneel down and cry out with devotion, “Oh, great Gods! Please accept my sinful and humble soul, and let me find peace and redemption in Your eternal God’s Kingdom!”
Watching the squirrels, tears streaming, Fang Cheng drew a circle, further restraining the aura of might within him to prevent the squirrels from perceiving it.
Immortals naturally possess an imposing presence. If not properly constrained, it can produce various illusions to others, thereby deepening mortals’ adoration of the Immortals.
An aura of sweet fragrance and a back emitting radiance... these are the visions that mortals might see.
To avoid disturbance, Fang Cheng usually kept his aura of might in check, but he had not expected the squirrels’ perceptual abilities to be so exceptional that they still noticed it.
Once Fang Cheng reined in his presence, the kneeling soldiers finally realized the mistake, and Sir Big Tail hurriedly stood up.
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