Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 994 Laws

"Who taught you this formation? It can actually suppress the demonic energy core." Lin Chen then shared his understanding of spiritual power frequencies, causing Xuanjizi to stroke his beard and exclaim, "You're formidable young people! Follow me to the Sutra Library." The ancient texts within the Sutra Library chronicled the great war between immortals and demons thousands of years ago. The demons, originating from the shattered Primordial Realm, survived by plundering energy from other worlds. The key to suppressing them was to find the "Force of Annihilation," which had the opposite energy frequency to theirs. Lin Chen examined the star map within the text and suddenly realized it was a map of the cosmic microwave background radiation! "I know how to find the Force of Annihilation!" Lin Chen pointed to the dark patterns on the map. "These markings should correspond to energy nodes. By setting up resonance devices at these nodes, we can generate the Force of Annihilation." Xuanjizi was skeptical, but he nonetheless dispatched a hundred disciples to accompany Lin Chen. While setting up the formation at the first node—the Ice Crystal Cave in the Kunlun Snow Mountains—they were ambushed by demons. This time, the demon commander, Xing Tian, arrived, wielding a massive shield capable of deflecting all spells. The disciples' attacks were all deflected, resulting in heavy casualties. Lin Chen noticed that although Xing Tian's shield was strong, tiny cracks appeared after each rebound—a sign of energy overload. "Everyone, focus your attacks!" Lin Chen instructed his disciples to concentrate their spiritual energy into beams and continuously bombard the same spot on the shield. Xing Tian initially took it lightly, but as time passed, the cracks in the shield grew larger. When Lin Chen compressed his own spiritual energy into quantum pulses and injected them, the giant shield finally shattered with a crack. Xing Tian roared and lunged at Lin Chen, unaware that the formation beneath his feet had been activated. At Lin Chen's command, twelve stone pillars engraved with runes rose from the ground, forming a massive energy field. Xing Tian was trapped in the energy field, and the demonic energy within him melted like ice and snow encountering high temperatures. "Is this... the power of annihilation?" Xuan Jizi watched Xing Tian transform into a point of light, his eyes filled with shock. Lin Chen nodded. "This is only the initial stage. To completely seal the rift in the demonic realm, we need to find all the nodes." Over the next three months, they activated energy nodes in locations such as the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and the deserts of the Western Regions. In each location, Lin Chen modified the formation based on the local spiritual energy—using tidal energy in the East China Sea and the kinetic energy of wind and sand in the desert. When the last node was activated in the Southern Wilderness Rainforest, a ten-thousand-meter-long rift suddenly opened in the sky, revealing the Demonic Realm's ruler, the Demon Emperor Chi You. He was enveloped in a dark matter-like energy, reducing vegetation to charcoal wherever he passed. "How dare you, tiny human, ruin my plans!" Chi You waved his hand, sending countless meteorites raining down from the sky. Lin Chen concentrated the energy from all the nodes into a massive energy sphere. Like a cosmic singularity, this energy sphere continuously devoured the surrounding demonic energy. Chi You was horrified and launched an attack with all his might, only to be repelled by the energy sphere. Lin Chen seized the opportunity to thrust the energy ball toward the rift in the Demon Realm, chanting a mantra adapted from quantum theory: "Heaven and earth are the furnace, yin and yang are the charcoal, quantum returns to its proper place, and all demons are annihilated!" The energy ball crashed into the rift, erupting with a radiance reminiscent of creation. The rift began to shrink, and Chi You roared in despair, only to be sucked back into the Demon Realm. When the rift completely closed, the clear chirping of birds echoed through the heavens and earth, and green grass regrew on the land once polluted by demonic energy. Xuanjizi handed Lin Chen the Qingyun Sect's treasure, the Qiankun Mirror, saying, "You saved the Three Realms, so this position belongs to you." Lin Chen shook his head, saying, "I only want to study the energy laws of the Immortal Realm." He established a new laboratory on Qingyun Mountain, integrating immortal cultivation techniques with quantum theory, and trained a group of disciples capable of both sword-flying and calculus. Three years later, Lin Chen stood on the laboratory's terrace, watching his disciples use a modified formation to propel spacecraft and explore the galaxy. In the distance, Ling Yun walked by carrying a rattan basket on his back - this Taoist priest who used to catch ghosts in the Republic of China is now a wandering monk in the fairy world. The two smiled at each other, and understood each other's pursuit without words. In this universe where immortals and demons coexist, Lin Chen knew that his exploration had just begun. He looked up at the starry sky, where there were countless mysteries waiting to be discovered. What he brought was not only a method to subdue the demon world, but also a brand new way of thinking - to look at immortal cultivation with a scientific eye, and to explore science with the power of immortal cultivation. This kind of fusion may be the true path. The night was as cool as water, soaking every inch of the Jiangnan county town. Shen Yanzhi stood under the archway of the City God Temple with a revolving lantern. The picture of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea in the light swayed gently on the blue brick ground, like a school of fish trapped in a halo. The three gilded characters "City God Temple" on the archway were already mottled, yet the brushstrokes of their day were still visible. Yet, for some reason, the final stroke of each character trailed a dark trail, shimmering eerily in the moonlight. Dew condensed on the bluestone pavement dampened his cloth shoes, a cool sensation creeping up his ankles. Shen Yanzhi adjusted his moon-white robe, an old inheritance from his master. The cuffs were frayed, yet they still carried a faint scent of sandalwood—the aroma of years spent dealing with talismans. He had been in the county town for three days, investigating a series of disappearances that had occurred over the previous month. The victims had all vanished near the City God Temple. The last witness reported that the missing individuals had walked into a sudden fog. And now the fog had truly arrived. At first, it was just a few wisps of white smoke drifting from the street corner, like steam from boiling tea, but in an instant, it had spread to the base of the archway. Shen Yanzhi gripped the peach wood sword at his waist tightly, and the red rope on the scabbard shone from his rubbing. He saw lanterns gradually emerging from the mist, vermilion, bright yellow, and faint blue, like stars rising from the bottom of the water. When the mist dissipated a little, a bustling market appeared before his eyes. This market was definitely not from this world. In the halo of the lanterns, a scholar in a long gown was bending down to take the thread-bound book handed over by the shopkeeper. When his fingertips touched the spine of the book, black ink suddenly seeped out of the pages, and condensed into a seal with seal characters in his palm. The flower girl sat on a bamboo stool, with a half-opened Manjushage in her hair. When she watered the flowers in the basket, the water droplets fell on the petals and hung there without falling, like a string of crystal pearls suspended in mid-air. What frightened Shen Yanzhi most was the peddler carrying a load on his shoulders. As he walked by, shouting "Sugar men for sale," Shen Yanzhi clearly saw a translucent membrane behind his ear, gently fluttering with his breathing—the "water ears" seen in drowned people. The shops lining the market were even more bizarre. In the silk shop, hanging fabric fluttered in the wind; if you looked closely, you could actually see tiny bits of bone embedded in the fabric. The sign at the restaurant read "Baiwei Ju," and the open jars of wine on the windowsill emanated not the aroma of wine, but the faint odor of decay. Most conspicuous was the pawnshop. The owner behind the counter wore a pair of copper-rimmed glasses. His eyes, without pupils, were just two swirling masses of black mist.