Chapter 95: Puzzle and Calibration: Part 5

Yang Zicang gaze around at the small patch of grassland beneath his feet, floating there as if adrift, the only thing in this gray, hazy space.
“Where is this? Qin Meng, let me out!”
{Zicang, thanks to you, I’ve changed. Let me finish these things first, then I’ll let you out.}
The extremely tense Yang Zicang looked up; just a moment ago, he felt as if the entire world were watching him, listening to him, and at that critical moment, he appeared here.
Where do the Spirit Halls come from?
He thought in a daze.
The Ring of Bloodline, why didn’t he have something like that? Wait…
Ring?
He looked down at his chest, where a silver-white ring slowly rotated.
Qin Meng turned his head to look at the six people running into the black soil and gravel wasteland on the distant horizon—they were also six rays of golden light.
[Full fragment assignment begins: No. 2.]
[Full fragment assignment begins: No. 3.]
This was the color he had bestowed upon everyone.
{Oh my, celebrity Mengmeng’s fame is close to 70!}
{Celebrity’s actions today will leave a significant mark in the Lost Frequency Land, right.}
The calibrator’s voice quickly approached from behind him.
“All Spirit Halls originate from…”
An overwhelming sense of fear suddenly surged within Qin Meng, and the muscles in his back tensed sharply.
“The Moon Realm!” The monster’s voice exploded in his ear.
Without turning back, Qin Meng’s model lines flickered, his time sequence tripled in amplification, and instantly, golden-red phantom flames burst from his body.
Bang! He was struck by a powerful force and sent flying into the sky, his amplified time sequence of fifteen thousand plunging to thirteen thousand.
[Full fragment assignment begins: No. 4, 5, 6, 7.]
Suddenly, Xu Xiuchuan and the others who were fleeing felt an indescribable sense in their connection with the others.
This was an indescribable unity, as if they were inherently inseparable from one another.
Before he even landed, the vegetation on the ground withered rapidly, giving rise to countless gleaming cold thorns. Qin Meng crashed heavily into them, the thorns piercing his body with sharp pain.
[I’ve offset another 1800N. Do I still have time?]
Coughing, he propped himself up. In his mind appeared the figures of several people, while Yang Zicang roared in that void-like place, demanding to be let out.
The Calibration Officer walked up to him, looking down at him with two heads.
“Why bother? Even if you die, He—who was contained—will still emerge, and I can crush him easily.”
Boom!
The Calibration Officer slammed a heavy punch into Qin Meng’s face, driving the young man’s skull deep into the thorn-covered soil.
[I offset 2300N.]
The Calibration Officer crouched down. “Even if he escapes, as long as he’s on this land, I will eventually track him down. He has nowhere to go.”
Boom!
Another punch sent waves of excruciating pain through Qin Meng’s bones.
His neck seemed to teeter on the brink of being snapped; but at the very limit, his timeline always seemed to make space-time jump forward by a microsecond, preserving bones that otherwise would have broken.
Qin Meng struggled to lift his head, gaze fixed on the crimson-fogged figure beside him.
“Want to say something? Hah, I forgot. You have no way to communicate with me through your inner voice anymore.”
The Corrector raised its fist. Qin Meng closed his eyes, but just as the fist lunged toward his head once more, the model on his chest flickered again:
[Complete shard bestowal begins: Number 8, the self is me.]
The fist whistled through the short distance with a fierce wind, and a golden radiance enveloped Qin Meng.
Seven beam-like streaks of golden light traversed the distance in an instant and merged into his body.
[I have forged the complete puzzle.]
Qin Meng opened his eyes again, gazing at the other party with a calm, unruffled expression.
“Hm?” As the fist stopped a hair’s breadth from Qin Meng’s eye socket, a flicker of confusion crossed the Corrector’s face.
Boom!
A burst of flame erupted as that ferocious, unmatched punch smashed into the chin of one of the monster’s heads; its other head stared in shock as the chin of its companion exploded.
Triangle flash!
Thud! A kick, carrying overwhelming force, slammed into the Corrector’s abdomen, sending the monster’s red-mist-shrouded body flying like a cannonball.
Rumble… smoke rolled across the ground.
The monster, sprawled in the distance, coughed as it stood up, staring in shock at the figure now standing straight upright.
“You… actually at this moment…”
“So-called puzzle pieces—they are a complete partition.” Qin Meng looked up with a glare. “Originally one entity, do you beast understand what that means?”
The others in the distance felt each other’s presence in their hearts at that moment; without needing their Mental Link, they instinctively knew what Qin Meng had done.
“Brother Qin has gone mad.” Fan Xiuyun said vehemently, “He borrowed my ‘shout-out’ ability without even saying a word!”
In the gray mist, Yang Zicang felt that his power had been taken from him, but in essence, it was still there – just temporarily difficult to wield.
Yang Zicang sensed the other seven people. At this moment, the clearest impression came from Qin Meng, and he could even feel his thoughts. Qin Meng strongly believed in him and believed that all of them were as one.
All the model abilities converged onto him!
“What a domineering ability!” Yang Zicang murmured.
[I’ve become more complete, but being complete makes me weaker.]
The Model spoke hesitantly within Yang Zicang’s thoughts.
This was akin to Ma Chao’s strong belief that the train could traverse the city in a transparent state. If doubt or mutual distrust arose, this power-borrowing ability might instantly snap and become difficult to repair.
Qin Meng’s ability had grown stronger, but in a world like this, the preconditions for activating it were simply too extravagant.
On the wasteland, Qin Meng walked step by step toward the monster.
Suddenly, a figure zoomed in on a zigzag path – it was Morey, sitting on a small iron bed with a conical nightcap on his head. This guy had finally been woken up by the knocking.
{Brother Zicang, good morning, huh, in a fight? Hey, where’s that place you’re at?}
Yang Zicang stood up and glanced around strangely: “Your question leaves me uncertain now. I don’t actually know where this place is.”
Sensing that Qin Meng was beating the monster to the ground, Yang Zicang quickly gave Mo Li a brief explanation, severed the connection, and folded back into the void.
“Qin Meng, give back the Chrono I amplified for you, and I’ll replace it with a new one.”
The golden energy around Qin Meng suddenly trembled violently.
Suppressing the thought that Yang Zicang might be trying to take back the Chrono, he returned the remaining 5000N of his nearly depleted Amplified Chrono to him.
Upon receiving the Chrono, Yang Zicang quickly broke the link and connected with Mo Li.
“I invested 5892N in Mo Li.”
“Mo Li invested 9999N in me.”
The model line shot out rapidly, connecting with Qin Meng, whose heart was now tense.
Hearing Yang Zicang’s new investment, the flickering golden light on Qin Meng stabilized instantly, and he stared in shock.
“Yang Zicang invested 9000N full-authority Chrono in me!”
An overwhelming tingling sensation engulfed the thin man; he let out a roar, a golden-red ethereal flame shimmering over him as he charged at the monster attempting to flee.
“Aren’t you just a bit stronger than our strongest!”
“That’s right, you’re now qualified to correct fate!”
Thud, thud! The two figures clashed at high speed, their Chronos draining rapidly.
Qin Meng locked palms with the monster and snarled viciously at the two heads before him: “For all of us together, we’ll always be stronger than our best, Captain Yang! So now, who’s really stronger!”
Suddenly, he spat a mouthful of saliva laced with golden radiance at the monster. The moment it dodged its head to evade, Qin Meng landed a kick on the creature, sending it flying.
Somewhere in the distance, someone scratched their head—that seemed like their own fighting move.
As the monster flew through the air, it twisted its body, bounced and rebounded off the ground several times before landing steadily.
“His martial skills have already reached the peak of mortal limits. Thus, the one fraction by which I surpass him cannot be reflected in combat techniques, but it manifests in constant healing.”
The ground around the monster rapidly withered, and its shattered head and injured body regenerated.
“This is the Cangyu Bloodline. It feels good to gain the protection of the Soul Hall.”
The light orb above recorded rapidly.
It looked up and sneered, “For those of you whose strength comes from possessing Temporal Sequence, once your Temporal Sequence is depleted, you’re nothing. But I can constantly heal, converting the death of plants and the earth into Temporal Sequence. This is where my strength lies. I owe this to this place—after all, in the world I come from, there is no Temporal Sequence.”
Suddenly, the surrounding ground rapidly contracted toward Qin Meng’s feet. Compared to its previous expansion, this retraction was far quicker.
All signs of life vanished, leaving the world barren.
The monster shot Qin Meng a deep, long look.
“Didn’t expect that, did you? This is all mine.” Qin Meng raised his fist and charged at it.
“Time to go back to prison. This time, I’m locking you up for a hundred years!”
The Corrector turned his head to look at a patch of raised black soil, then his figure suddenly vanished from its spot, reappearing in the distance in front of a four-legged lizard lying on the ground.
The four-legged lizard abruptly tucked its small tail and burrowed into a crack in the earth.
“It actually fled.”
A surge of pride swelled within Qin Meng.
Since arriving in this world, he had never felt such exhilaration! This was the power of the strong! The power he had gained today had even driven the vicious and heinous Shadow of the Moon to flee from his blows!
All the scenes vanished again. The six people, who had run several miles away, suddenly found themselves once more just over a thousand meters from Qin Meng, and immediately began wailing in despair.
The monster’s two heads, staring straight into the distance, turned to look at the small clusters of light in the sky.
“The previous conversation has been recorded, hasn’t it?”
The clusters of light did not reply.
The monster chuckled: “Once recorded, that’s well enough. At least most of my correction task is complete.”
Faint rings began to appear around his pupils.
“Ring of Bloodline: First Ring – Crystallizing Gaze.”
With a snap of his fingers, the already barren ground around him grew even more withered, but the energy gathered was not much, so he gently shook his head.
“Ring of Bloodline: Second Ring – Manifest Sight.”
The Corrector’s figure vanished, and a silver long spear shot out abruptly, embedding itself where he had stood.
As he teleported again, the silver spear twisted and was withdrawn into a black hole.
……
Within Pivot Town, Silverpurser, watching this scene, took a deep breath.
Such a formidable Chrono Weapon, appearing in a place like this.
Fortunately, the Chrono Weapon’s original temporal attack should have been significantly weakened, otherwise, such a weapon wouldn’t only possess a mere hundred years of temporal power.
In the distance, Yang Zicang’s figure had already reappeared on the ground.
After his spear thrust missed its target, Yang Zicang turned his head and glanced at the young man beside him. Qin Meng lowered his head in slight embarrassment.
“Brother Yang, I’m sorry…”
“To think you could break through at a moment like this… Perhaps you are the strongest person I have ever met… no, at least the second strongest.”
Second strongest? Qin Meng looked up, bewildered. By now, his confidence was at its peak, yet he never expected that, in Yang Zicang’s eyes, there was someone absolutely stronger than him—someone whose existence he couldn’t even fathom.