Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 862 - 663 Crisis + - 664 Stability_3

"It’s right here."

In less than three minutes, the rolling white vapor around Zhou Ping’an dissipated into the clouds and mist, a vertical eye at his brow slightly opened, revealing the white palace complex in the city center and the rows of red temples at the northeastern corner.

This is the famous White House and Red House of the Sky Hawk Alliance.

He had heard from the news that the Black Demon Fox General once took off from the direction of the White House, waged a great battle, toppling thousands of guards, charging through the flames, destroying three white palaces, then swept past the Red House, pressing the masters of the Theology Academy to avoid emerging.

In that battle, what experts exactly the Sky Hawk Alliance lost remained vague in the news reports, but with Zhou Ping’an’s conjecture, it’s already good if the White House could protect itself...

He didn’t believe that the so-called Town Defense Commander could harm the Black Demon Fox General.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Demon General had a very clear goal, dead set on obtaining the mirror in his hand, staying in the Sky Hawk Alliance would’ve likely led to a great disaster for them.

In some ways, he considered himself to have done a great favor for the capital of the Sky Hawk Alliance.

"Unfortunately, they might not appreciate it and instead view me as a tremendous threat."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled, with the Heavenly Eye Observing Qi, he saw within an extremely luxurious palace, radiance with brilliant colorful halos reflecting the sky.

Besides that dazzling brilliance, there were specks of countless spiritual light and qi fortune surrounding it like stars holding the moon, encircling the area.

"It’s already seven in the evening, and there are still so many officials working?"

"Indeed, gathering the countless elites of the Sky Hawk Alliance, their qi fortune is at its peak."

Although Zhou Ping’an hailed from Zhuxia, he wasn’t so arrogant as to think that outside Zhuxia, other countries had no qi fortune or destiny...

This matter is very easy to understand.

If all the other countries were full of ignorant people, they wouldn’t have been able to manage their nations to such prosperity.

This world is not the sole domain of a single family; it’s not merely a world for one race. In the surge of countless boats, who knows who will have the last laugh.

"Even if I crush this wave of powerful qi fortune, whether there will be retaliation is unknown. Anyway, it won’t benefit me in the slightest. The best way is a silent, subtle shift."

Thinking about this, Zhou Ping’an refrained from looking further at those in the Sky Hawk Alliance imbued with qi fortune. His eyes, sharp as ever, glanced past the White House complex and saw, a thousand meters away in the southwest direction from the palaces, atop a domed building, grayish-black breath rising to the sky.

At first glance, it looked like smoke from a factory, but after a careful sense, realized it wasn’t the case.

It was impossible to have built an air-polluting factory in the city center.

Moreover, the smoke rose thirty meters and then dissipated into the void, transforming into sparse spiritual light.

Invisible to the naked eye.

It must be the Demon Fog.

Zhou Ping’an closed the Heavenly Eye at his brow, indeed no longer able to see the black smoke, only vaguely sensing faint traces of a sinister aura emanating from that direction.

"Here it is, Experiment Base No. 79, hidden in plain sight, yet not placed outside the city."

Zhou Ping’an’s intelligence-gathering channels were lacking, but he had his own method. Using the Heavenly Eye Qi Observation Technique, it only took ten seconds to pinpoint the opponent’s experiment base.

The trajectory of the Black Demon Fox General’s flight quickly formed in his mind, with the source of the demon fog becoming crystal clear.

No longer hesitating, Zhou Ping’an moved.

With a single movement, not concealing his strong aura fluctuations, he transformed into a cyan-golden streak of light, shattering the void with a thunderous roar, rushing toward the experiment base like a mighty Gang Wind surge.

Taking the lead by surprise.

This time, he didn’t come to stealthily sneak around; he came to intimidate the Sky Hawk Alliance, to tell them some things can be done, and others cannot.

I’m in charge of this territory.

Arise...

As Zhou Ping’an moved, the sky roared with fierce winds and thunderclaps.

In Ying City, the air raid sirens blared, the moaning horn sounds unsettling everyone.

From the city’s four massive corners, streams of light and fire nets rose instantly, locking onto Zhou Ping’an’s figure, sharp whistles exploded into blooming fireworks.

"The reaction’s pretty fast. If these were missiles, you might have actually intercepted me, but for me, they’re too slow."

Streams of light brushed past Zhou Ping’an one by one, as if passing through a specter.

He stood in mid-air, golden flames rising around him like the Sun ascending.

Around him, a blue wind current transformed into hundreds of moonlights, rapidly rotating.

The missiles and streams of light hit the Gang Wind, only for sparks to vanish completely, shredded by the Gang Wind, leaving no trace.

He stood thirty meters above, hovering atop the laboratory dome, his vision penetrating layers of materials to see the colorful channel deep three levels underground.

The channel periodically transformed into an ellipse, sometimes a square, its expansion and contraction quite unstable.

Thirty people wearing bright silver metallic helmets were pressing their brow, staring at the channel.

Circle after circle of semi-transparent ripples streamed into it.

In front of these thirty people, there were hundreds of lab-coated researchers, operating instruments, emitting bursts of colorful light streams that formed intersecting arcs, locking onto the channel’s entrance.

Under the combined manipulation of these people, the colorful vortex had indeed stabilized somewhat, gradually taking on the form of a channel.

"This is..."

Zhou Ping’an initially thought nothing of it.

He felt that merely relying on some spiritual power meditationists, coordinating with high-tech helmets, and adding some technological particle accelerators couldn’t possibly open any space channel.

However, after a closer look, he realized he had indeed thought too simplistically.

These people couldn’t maintain a space channel.

But, facing them was a mighty force, forcefully expanding the colorful vortex.

The thirty-plus people’s spiritual power, and the energy produced by the particle accelerators, had no other use but to position and lock it.

"Soon, soon it will connect to the other side. Once it’s stabilized, we can send people in to explore."

An old man with a white beard, his face flushed with excitement.

He didn’t even hear the rumbling thunder outside.

"Stop all dangerous experiments, or you’ll all die."

Zhou Ping’an saw through it at a glance, a trace of anxiety gnawed at his heart.

He didn’t know how long the opponent had been experimenting, but he understood that the old white-bearded man’s words contained some truth: the channel was indeed close to stabilizing.

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