Yu Xian steered the eyeball bubble in a loop around the main hall. Only after confirming there was no danger did he step through the stone door himself.
Crossing the forecourt, he glanced up at the three large characters inscribed above the main portal—"Torrent Society." He then filmed the interior with his phone, though he prudently refrained from stepping through the entrance.
Everyone watching their screens immediately erupted into discussion at the eerie scene inside the main hall.
Codename Dead Doctor: "Salty Fish, don't take risks. It looks pretty creepy in there. Especially Hong Zheng and his wife—how haven't they decomposed?"
Codename Number One: "No. In an environment like Mars, unless a corpse is exposed on the surface and obliterated by storms, it rarely decomposes. It just slowly turns into a mummy-like desiccated corpse. But look at the skeletons around them—they've all rotted away. That's the real issue."
Codename Science Popularizer: "From what we can see, it looks a bit like some kind of sacrificial offering or sealing ritual. Don't go in yet, Salty Fish. Let me look up some records."
Codename Sharpshooter: "Little Yu, don't be rash! A formation ritual of this scale can last for a very, very long time—its effects could even persist for hundreds of thousands of years. Since we don't know the situation, it's best not to disturb it."
Codename Piggy: "They all seem to have committed suicide. What on earth drove so many people to make the exact same choice?"
Codename Torrent: "President Hong and the others must have had a necessary reason for doing this. I believe in the Torrent Society! My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather survived only because of their help! The digital family tree they left behind even records video footage from back then. There is absolutely, positively no way the Torrent Society were bad guys!"
Codename Drunkard: "Old Hong, calm down. Even though what Salty Fish filmed looks a bit terrifying and sinister, what you see isn't always the truth. We won't know for sure until we investigate."
"Save me..."
Right then, Yu Xian suddenly heard someone whispering, as if right beside his ear.
He immediately looked around, but saw nothing. He promptly mobilized the Falsehood Divine Power within the Dragon Shield core, and his eyes gradually turned green.
Looking around again, he saw through the haze countless dark specters chained all about. Centered on Hong Zheng, densely packed phantoms were trapped inside a gigantic cage, with only a few outside it, though they too remained bound by chains, unable to wander far.
"Save me! I'm Chen Benshan, Vice President of the Torrent Society! The president went mad—please, save me!" A specter circled outside the bubble, whispering pitifully.
More specters inside the cage joined in pleading for help, all hazily revealing imploring expressions.
"How should I save you?" Yu Xian asked, glancing at the specter outside the bubble.
Overjoyed, the specter replied, "It's simple, young man! You only need to chop off Hong Zheng's head, and the formation will collapse on its own. Then we can enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
"Isn't that a bit cruel? Besides, what if you're the bad guys?" Yu Xian asked with feigned hesitation.
The specter wiped away its pitiful look. Its trembling body steadied, abruptly abandoning the act.
Glancing back toward the specters in the cage, it said, "See? I told you it wouldn't be that easy. We look like villains—how could we trick him so easily?"
"Not going to keep acting?" Yu Xian asked, somewhat amused.
The specter sighed in resignation. "You won't believe it anyway. And you're the first human to come here in over five hundred years—how could you be simple-minded? How about this... let's make a deal. Let us out, and we'll grant you three wishes. Any wish you want!"
"Then my first wish is for you to let yourselves out. Since any wish can be granted, please, show me what you've got," Yu Xian said with a grin.
The specter was struck speechless. If they could get out on their own, they would have escaped over five hundred years ago. Why wait until now?
At that moment, a massive dark hand swept aside a horde of specters within the cage. A colossal shadow emerged. It stared silently at Yu Xian before finally speaking: "Do not gloat, human. Soon... The day I break free of these bonds will be the day humanity perishes!"
"Then come talk to me after you break free," Yu Xian said, looking at the giant shadow.
The others watched their phones. Because the camera couldn't capture these specters, they were baffled by Yu Xian talking to thin air.
Codename Dead Doctor: "Salty Fish, who are you talking to? Are you hallucinating?"
Codename Number One: "Salty Fish's eyes turned green. Is that an ability of his? Or has he fallen under some curse and been controlled?"
Codename Piggy: "Aren't you two on the same team as Salty Fish? Even you don't know?"
Codename Dead Doctor: "We really don't. Salty Fish is constantly getting stronger. If you don't see him for a few days, he might already be completely different. We aren't sure how many abilities he has either."
Codename Qingniao: "Yeah. Salty Fish advances far too quickly. By now, probably only he knows how strong he really is."
The others were rendered speechless.
Another monster added to Qilin's ranks.
Gong Qian had already been someone they could only look up to, but now Yu Xian seemed even more monstrous.
A new person every few days—didn't that mean no one could counter him, or even gauge the full extent of his strength?
Unless someone could kill Yu Xian on the spot, after a few days, they probably wouldn't stand a chance against him anymore.
And considering that Yu Xian was a spatial ability user...
Everyone present realized a terrifying truth: Yu Xian was absurd—more absurd than Gong Qian.
Yu Xian wasn't checking his phone. He stared at the giant shadow, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly in a wry, crooked Dragon King grin.
"King, he's deliberately trying to anger you! Don't fall for it!"
"King, please quell your wrath! Once we break free, this subject will personally present you his head!"
"King, please endure! Lack of patience in small things ruins great plans!"
The specters hurriedly urged the giant shadow to stay calm and not be provoked by Yu Xian's taunts. The shadow glared fixedly at Yu Xian, billowing black smoke rolling off its form, clearly incensed by his goading.
"So that's how it is. It seems not all of the Namo race were sealed here—some slipped through the net and escaped," Yu Xian murmured to himself.
The specters that had been urging the giant shadow to calm down fell abruptly silent. They all snapped their gazes toward Yu Xian.
Something was wrong with this human!
How did he know they were the Namo of the Namo race?
And how did he know others of their kin were outside?!
Kill him! He had to be killed!
Every specter glared at Yu Xian with murderous intent. The problem was that they were imprisoned in the cage, their power restrained by the chains. Aside from glaring, they couldn't do a thing to him.
Yu Xian didn't care in the slightest about their hostility. The green light in his eyes gradually faded, and the specters dispersed from his sight, leaving only the floor strewn with remains, along with Hong Zheng and Cui Xianzhen kneeling at the center.
He let out a long sigh, then bowed deeply toward the scene before him.
Beneath the Torrent Society lay an Abyss rift. Back then, to raise funds, the Torrent Society had come to Mars prospecting for gold.
When their mining brought them here, they discovered the rift, so they established this branch hall and assigned personnel to suppress it.
Ultimately, because the Namo race launched a massive invasion through this Abyss rift, the entire membership of the Torrent Society sacrificed their lives to lay down a grand formation, sealing the vast majority of the Namo race here—though some managed to escape.
The skeletons previously discovered at the bottom of the pit had actually been Torrent Society members battling people possessed by the Namo race, which was why the corpses gave the impression of fratricidal slaughter.
If their clothing had been better preserved, Yu Xian might have realized sooner that those people were all Torrent Society members.
Through the various clues he had gathered along the way and the information revealed by appraising the Namo, Yu Xian had already pieced together the truth of what had happened back then.
It was precisely because he understood that his heart was deeply moved.
How fortunate humanity was.
Whenever faced with a crisis of survival, brave and fearless heroes would always step forward, using their wisdom, strength, and selfless sacrifice to protect the lives and hope of all.
The Torrent Society, the Xingtian warriors... It was precisely because of their dedication and sacrifice that humanity had endured to this day.
Especially with the Namo race—if they had broken free, given humanity's overall strength over five hundred years ago, it would have been an utter catastrophe.
Fortunately, there had been the Torrent Society, and so many noble souls...
But now, every last Namo that had escaped the seal had to die!
Chapter 130