329: Chapter 329 Tearing Apart a 10,000-Meter Mech! The God of Slaughter Bai Qi Appears Upon Opening the Coffin.

The Far North, the Gate of Guixu.

There was no ice or snow here, only endless deep blue and deathly silence. The atmosphere had been torn apart by some immense force, forming a massive funnel-shaped void that led directly to the starry sky beyond.

A colossal ship, retrofitted from half an iceberg—the "Ship Name"—was forcing its way into this forbidden zone, braving the fierce astral winds.

On the Deck, Li Xiaoyao was bundled in two military overcoats, his frozen snot forming icicles, clutching a broken sword tightly in his hand.

"Young... Young Island Master, something's wrong ahead."

He didn't need the reminder.

In the deepest part of the void, a behemoth large enough to blot out the starlight hovered silently in orbit.

It was a... bronze mecha over ten thousand meters tall.

It was so massive that the "Ship Name" beneath Lu Sheng's feet seemed like a speck of dust floating near a giant's foot. The mecha's body was forged from an unknown, dark metal, its surface pockmarked with craters from meteorite impacts—medals of time and war.

It held a giant sword six thousand meters long, its tip pointing at Earth, like a silent tomb keeper guarding this immense graveyard.

[Warning! Entering the alert perimeter of 'Xian Qin · Zhen Mo Si'!]

[Target identified: Guardian of the Abyss, Prison-Suppressing Demon Armor (Semi-Destroyed State).]

[Threat Level: ???]

The System's red light flashed frantically across Lu Sheng's retina.

"Hum—!!!"

The mecha's mountain-like head slowly turned, two ghostly blue soul fires igniting in its eye sockets. No words, no warnings, not even the sluggishness of mechanical operation.

It raised its hand and swung its sword.

This sword strike was very slow.

So slow even Li Xiaoyao could see its trajectory.

But the moment the blade fell, the space ahead seemed like a painting sliced by a paper cutter, neatly splitting apart. Several small asteroids floating in orbit disintegrated into cosmic dust without even making a sound.

"That's... a Rule-Severing Strike!" Dao Yi screamed, his horsetail whisk almost scared bald.

"Boom!"

The defensive barrier around the Ship Name, formed from the Dao Rhythms of a hundred ancient powerhouses, lasted only half a second before shattering like a bubble.

Lu Sheng stood at the bow, his black hair whipping wildly.

He looked at the giant sword capable of splitting the entire Far North ice plain in two. In his eyes, there was no fear, only a kind of... fervor, as if seeing a novel toy.

"Quite a size. I wonder if the filling is substantial enough."

Lu Sheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Boys, serve the dish."

Roar—!!!

The Ship Name's ice layer exploded as dozens of figures radiating terrifying auras shot into the sky. These were the Xian Qin heroic spirits "awakened" by Lu Sheng and reconnected to the energy conduits.

Though their intellects were not restored, their combat instincts remained.

The Thunder Spirit Sect's Grand Elder transformed into a thousand-zhang thunder dragon, crashing fiercely into the mecha's knee joint; the Red Sun Valley Master burned his remnant soul, transforming into a meteorite smashing toward the mecha's face.

However.

"Clang—!!!"

A metallic impact loud enough to shatter eardrums reverberated through the cosmos.

A faint golden energy ripple spread across the mecha's surface. The attacks capable of destroying cities struck it but didn't even scratch the paint. Instead, several weaker heroic spirits had their soul forms destabilized by the recoil, nearly scattering on the spot.

This was the despair of industrialization.

Before absolute tonnage and defense, so-called skill was a joke.

"Tsk."

Lu Sheng curled his lip, looking somewhat disdainfully at the group of heroic spirits sent flying.

"A bunch of expired seasoning packets. Of course they're unreliable."

He cracked his neck. The one hundred and eight conduits inside his body frantically transported high-energy particles, pushing his condition to its Peak.

"Looks like the chef has to do it himself."

Lu Sheng did not activate his Dharma Form.

Before the ten-thousand-meter mecha, a thousand-meter Dharma Form was just a bigger target.

What he wanted was a precision kill.

"Boom!"

The Ship Name suddenly sank.

Lu Sheng's figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he had transformed into a black-gold streak of light, ignoring the resistance of the vacuum, directly attaching himself to the mecha's sword-wielding wrist.

Tiny, but deadly.

"For me... open!"

Lu Sheng's five fingers formed a claw, Emperor Runes flowing at his fingertips, forcibly digging into the seams of the indestructible alloy armor.

Zzzzt—!!!

Sparks flew.

Like a flea clinging to a giant's body, he ran along the mecha's arm, against the sword winds fast enough to tear apart a Spirit King's flesh, all the way up.

The mecha seemed to sense this "bug."

It didn't try to swat it with its hand. Instead, countless energy vents, each only the size of a grain of rice but emitting destructive fluctuations, instantly popped out across its surface.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A dense net of crimson lasers swept across the mecha's surface.

"Fancy but useless."

Lu Sheng's figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the gaps in the laser net, even having the leisure to kick and explode a vent that was charging up.

Ten seconds.

He charged to the mecha's chest position.

There, beneath the thick armor plate, came a series of dull roars, like the heartbeat of a giant beast.

"Found you."

Lu Sheng grinned, the [dragon devouring spear] materializing in his hand.

At the spear's tip, Green Lotus Sword Intent and Desolation Law intertwined, forming a pitch-black singularity.

"Industrial Can-Opening Method - Point Demolition!"

Squelch!

The dragon devouring spear met no resistance, piercing into the armor plate seam like a hot knife through butter.

Lu Sheng's arm muscles bulged as he roared, "Up!!!"

Creak—Snap!!!

A special alloy armor plate the size of a football field was pried up by him, revealing the intricate wiring and pipes beneath.

Inside weren't delicate electronic components.

But... flesh.

Countless thick, still-wriggling dark red blood vessels intertwined with cold mechanical drive shafts, emitting a nauseating bloody stench.

"Another one of these disgusting half-mechanical, half-biological things."

Lu Sheng frowned but didn't stop moving.

Like a virus burrowing into a human body, he followed the torn wound and plunged headfirst into the mecha's internal world.

...

The mecha's interior was a vast maze.

Flashing red alarm lights and pipes spewing high-temperature steam were everywhere.

On the walls, mechanical tentacles sensed the intruder and frantically lunged to attack.

Lu Sheng didn't even look.

The dragon devouring spear in his hands danced into a black storm.

Wherever it passed, be it alloy tentacles or bio-defense beasts, all were shredded into scrap metal and rotten flesh.

[Ding! Killed 'Armor-Piercing Immune Guardian.' energy points +2000.]

[Ding! Destroyed 'Secondary Energy Circuit.' energy points +5000.]

The System's prompts flashed across his vision like a scrolling screen.

Lu Sheng tunneled three thousand meters inward.

Finally.

There was no path ahead.

Blocking his way was a bronze gate covered in Xian Qin seal script.

There was no lock on the door.

Only a massive, blood-dripping character for "Slaughter."

Just that single character exuded a murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, causing the Emperor Runes within Lu Sheng's body to ache.

"Interesting."

Lu Sheng licked his lips. This flavor was much more authentic than the iron shell outside.

"Thud!"

He kicked the bronze door.

The door didn't open.

But the entire mecha shuddered violently.

"Won't open? Then I'll just demolish it."

Lu Sheng took half a step back, took a deep breath, and a black light erupted from the dragon devouring spear. It was his strongest single-point destructive technique—[Desolate God Thrust].

Boom!!!

The bronze gate shattered with a roar.

The dust settled.

Lu Sheng saw the scene behind the door, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This wasn't some high-tech cockpit.

Nor were there any complex instrument panels.

It looked like an ancient tomb chamber.

Eternal lamps lit the four walls. In the very center, there was no control console, but a massive...

Ancient bronze coffin.

The coffin was a hundred meters long. Nine chains forged from Star Essence Gold locked the coffin from all directions, forcibly extracting the vast energy emanating from within and channeling it to various parts of the mecha.

This was the power source of this ten-thousand-meter mecha.

The so-called... pilot.

[Dragon Eyes] activated automatically.

His vision pierced the thick bronze coffin walls. Lu Sheng saw the person lying inside.

It was a man wearing black Qin Dynasty armor, his face as if carved by knives and axes.

His eyes were closed, a broken sword was thrust into his chest, and he had long ceased breathing.

But at his Spirit Terrace, a mass of blood-red remnant soul was burning with an extremely violent intensity, driving this massive war machine.

A line of blood-red characters slowly materialized before Lu Sheng's eyes:

[Species: Xian Qin · The Human Butcher (Remnant Soul Obsession)]

[True Name: Bai Qi]

[Status: Eternal Guardian (Has Fallen into Madness)]

[Energy Level: ???]

[Note: Buried 400,000 alive, just to forge this one sword. He was Xian Qin's sharpest blade, and its most tragic soul.]

Bai Qi?

That legendary God of Slaughter who terrified the Six States?

Lu Sheng's hand gripping the spear tightened.

Just then.

"Crack..."

A corner of the bronze coffin lid suddenly shifted.

A bloody aura so thick it was tangible instantly filled the entire tomb chamber.

It wasn't a smell, but pure Killing Intent.

Immediately after, a hoarse, desolate voice, as if from two thousand years ago, exploded in Lu Sheng's consciousness.

"Who dares..."

"To intrude upon my torture chamber?"

Boom!

The air in the tomb chamber instantly solidified.

Countless illusory terracotta warrior figures emerged from the shadows. They had no features, only pairs of eyes burning with ghost fire, their long halberds pointed uniformly at Lu Sheng.

This wasn't an illusion.

This was Bai Qi's [God of Slaughter Domain].

In this Domain, those with insufficient willpower would instantly be driven insane by the wails of the four hundred thousand wronged souls.

But Lu Sheng laughed.

Not only did he not retreat, he took a step forward, spear tip pointing directly at the bronze coffin.

"Torture chamber?"

Grey light erupted in Lu Sheng's eyes. The phantom of the Archaic Heaven Emperor Venerable behind him, though suppressed, stubbornly raised its head.

"In my view, this looks more like a..."

"Lunchbox."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth, his gaze even crazier than the God of Slaughter's.

"Bai Qi, right?"

"I heard your killing aura is very nourishing..."

"Mind sharing a bite?"