The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 807 - The Buddha Who Faced the Sun and the Youth who Didn’t See the Sea of Stars

The light of the permanent star streamed through between the torrent of broken metal pieces and the corpses of those soldiers.

The space looked like a quiet grave.

The huge iron broadsword looked like a monument after it sliced open the battleship.

The vast majority of the soldiers had died the moment the iron broadsword arrived. Their hearts and meridians were shattered by the quaint broadsword will, resulting in their inability to withstand the pain and despair in the cold space.

The iron broadsword stopped when it made its way to the other side of the broken battleship. The reason it didn’t travel farther was because it was blocked.

The middle-aged man looked like a dark speck in comparison to the mountainous iron broadsword.

However, it was he who had stopped the advance of the iron broadsword.

He used two of his fingers to squeeze the blade of the iron broadsword, showing a cautious expression on his face. He handled the blade very carefully with his fingers, as if he were handling a most precious treasure in the universe.

A sliver of red color suddenly appeared in the space full of broken metal pieces, corpses and dusts.

The bright red color had gradually condensed into a shape that looked like a pine tree.

The middle-aged man looked at Cao Yuan on the other end of the iron broadsword in the distance with a faint smile, the joints in his thumb and forefinger looking pale, indicating that he was exerting considerable force on the broadsword.

A ripple extended from the spot where he held the iron broadsword to the other end, the rippling growing increasingly more vigorous.

A wave occurred on the surface of the iron broadsword, which then became a horribly large one. The broadsword was badly warped.

Though it was soundless in the space, those Cultivation practitioners in the military who hadn’t died from the shock of the broadsword will and those on their way to the spot from the other two battleships could hear a faint “pah” somehow.

The iron broadsword couldn’t withstand the pressure any longer. Countless ruptures appeared on the surface of it before it broke into tens of thousands of pieces and scattered in all directions.

This iron broadsword had sliced the heaven and earth and fought against the Snow Girl in Chaotian, and it had been warped and had gaps on its blade before, though no severe damage had ever occurred to it. It could be said to be an indestructible treasure. Unexpectedly, it was squeezed into pieces by two thin fingers.

The middle-aged man was none other than the founding grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Church and one who had ascended tens of thousands of years before; his true Cultivation state was unimaginably high.

The blood-red pine tree dispersed in the dark space, and so did the tens of thousands of broken pieces of the iron broadsword.

Cao Yuan disappeared from the original spot and was nowhere to be found.

Dozens of military practitioners in the Star State wearing light armor rushed over. The other two battleships arrived in a hurry after they rounded the raindrops formed by the broken pieces of the iron broadsword.

The middle-aged man raised two of his fingers and waved a few times, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Dozens of engines for the combat mechas started and headed toward the planet of the No. Three Forward Base after turning into a line of light.

The two battleships had also sent thousands of surveillance devices and more than three hundred flying spacecrafts to different places in the galaxy.

The military demonstrated a high degree of coordinated action. The pursuit started in a very short time.

Cao Yuan was badly wounded, and he wielded the broadsword by using the last of his zhenyuan. Would he be able to escape tonight?

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The middle-aged man came to another battleship. He looked in the direction of the No. Three Forward Base while standing by the window, no expression showing on his face.

Dozens of mechas and flying devices of the base generated many traveling lights, creating countless colorful lines on the dark side of the planet.

Time went by slowly. The whereabouts of Cao Yuan had not been detected.

Soon, the reports came back from the spacecrafts that had been sent to various places in the galaxy, claiming that no trace had been discovered.

The middle-aged man sat by a table.

A cup of water was placed on it.

His arms rested on the arms of the chair, and his fingers stooped onto the surface of the table.

His thumb and forefinger had two tiny cracks.

They were so tiny that they were barely seen in a microscope; but the feeling was rather tangible…it was quite painful.

He had used these two fingers to squeeze Cao Yuan’s iron broadsword, and yet they were injured by the broadsword will, and his fairy body couldn’t repair them automatically.

These tiny cracks were truly annoying. He felt rather exasperated at the moment.

He had employed the magic method of the bloody demon to kill the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter and those inhabitants in the residential area at the same time on purpose. He had thought that the broadsword man, Cao Yuan, would shed some tears when he saw the corpses of his colleagues on the mining spaceship and feel sentimental about it. Unexpectedly, he raised his broadsword instinctively.

If he was acting so calmly, why would Cao Yuan suddenly decide to kill him? As expected, he ended up in a dire situation now.

Thinking of all this, the middle-aged man felt increasingly more troubled, and the pain on the tiny cracks on his fingers grew more acute. An idea suddenly struck him as he inserted his two fingers into the water in the cup.

As he did this, a few bright and thin lights appeared on the lenses of his glasses.

They were the thin broadsword lights emerging in the water, which looked like the thin threads.

In the next moment, the water separated gradually, as if the glass was being cut open; it was very brittle and on the verge of breaking apart at any moment.

Was it the broadsword will that would cut the water?

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!!

The glass cup had several cracks before it completely ruptured. The water flew onto the table with a faint blood color.

A young officer walked out from the dark corner of the room, and said expressionlessly, “General Chi Song, please pay close attention to the time.”

As he spoke, the young military officer started cleaning the water on the table. It was unclear where his towel was, but the table was cleaned soon enough.

The middle-aged man said, “The Yinhai Nebula is not far from here. Let’s wait for three more hours.”

Three standard hours of the Federation later, no trace of that bloody Buddha had been discovered.

The middle-aged man came to the window and looked at the permanent star in the distance. “Let’s go,” said he, his eyebrows raising indignantly.

The two battleships left the No. 3 Forward Base and headed toward the Yinhai Nebula, preparing to receive the Scorching-Sun Battleship from the Stargate Base.

As for whether the nuclear bombs would explode and whether many people would die, the middle-age man was the only one who knew the answer.

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The tall green trees were swaying in the wind; they were like the ocean occupying this planet. The explosion pits on the surface of the planet were so evident that they could be even seen in the space.

In fact, the clear view of the pits was due to the distant permanent star.

If the permanent star were too close, it would be unable to see the pits; for instance, it would be impossible to see them if one was on the planet farthest away from the permanent star.

According to the survey of the Science Academy of the Federation, this planet had an abundance of minerals. However, it was too close to the permanent star, so it was unbearably hot. The spaceships of the latest model couldn’t even draw near it, to say nothing of landing on it.

The Federation had merely dropped a few bombs on the surface of the planet as a test and made some observations from a long distance.

The side of the planet facing the permanent star was extremely bright and unimaginably hot. It seemed that the rocks could even liquefy on that side. There was neither high mountain nor lower land there, not to mention the traces of lifeforms.

Some air bubbles suddenly drifted up in a half-liquefied rock in an inconspicuous spot, and then nothing of the sort had occurred again, as if what had just happened was an utter illusion.

The lava flew slowly, forming a certain shape that looked like a stone Buddha statue that had been eroded for tens of thousands of years.

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The Scorching-Sun Battleship traveled forward at a leisurely pace in the dark space.

It was, however, merely a feeling.

Without a reference frame in the endless space, everything, including those permanent stars, looked like they were standing still.

Lying on the chair, Jing Jiu looked at the seemingly eternal sea of stars. He suddenly wished to drink a cup of flower tea, readying to call Zong Lizi to boil it for him.

Then, he remembered her special status now. She spent most of her time studying those divine scripts with two of her assistants, Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi. She was not in her room at the moment.

A young military officer walked out from the dark corner of the room. He asked politely and emotionlessly, “May I ask what you need?”

Jing Jiu discovered him the moment he came to the room of the battleship, feeling it rather fascinating.

Like Jing Jiu, this young military officer didn’t show a conspicuous existence, and nobody had noticed him when he stood in the dark corner of the room.

Seeing the pale and symmetric facial parts of this youth, Jing Jiu suddenly lost the desire for drinking tea. “A biochemical man?” he asked.

“Yes,” the young military officer replied.

Jing Jiu’s line of sight scanned the youth from head to toe. He didn’t say anything and waved his hand to motion for the youth to go back.

The young military officer walked back to the dark corner and turned into a statue again.

Jing Jiu pulled back his sight and thought of Jian Xilai who often looked like a stone statue.

Jian Xilai had a high talent for the sword work. Even Jing Jiu appreciated it.

Unfortunately, one of his arms was broken by him back then, which meant his sword will would be complete as a result.

The ascended fairy man usually could generate a new arm; but it would have other troubles since it was not the original part of the fairy body. It was believed that the guy wouldn’t opt to do that.

Well, a mechanical arm could be used to replace the broken arm.

A high-powered laser gun could be placed on it, rendering the flying sword obsolete.

If the device for generating the gravitational field could be made from the super-micro particles, it would be more formidable.

As he thought of all this, the alarm suddenly sounded. He knew that they were to pass through the warped black hole again.

A thin layer of metal membrane covered the huge floor-to-ceiling window, blocking the view of the sea of stars up ahead.