Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 350 - 315, Theology Science

Chapter 350: Chapter 315, Theology Science

"Laite!"

Over fifty miles west of Bloody Eagle Cliff, in a mountain depression.

A sudden furious roar erupted.

In the wild jungle, where ferocious beasts were fighting and hunting, they abruptly stopped their battle, as if they sensed a natural predator, their entire bodies’ fur standing on end as they fled towards the distance.

Bears, tigers, wolves, snakes...

The fierce light in their eyes disappeared, and as they ran, they even let out whimpers.

If someone had captured this scene in the wilderness at that moment, they would no longer believe the claim that "wild beasts are irrational and only understand bloody slaughter."

As a matter of fact, after these creatures mutated, they became much more cunning and savvy.

As time passed, they gradually learned to bully the weak and fear the strong and to band together for warmth.

Just like now, hearing that raging shout echoing through the valley, booming like thunder, even the dullest of ferocious beasts could understand that the source was a "big one."

An entity they could not provoke.

The beasts’ instincts weren’t wrong.

Inside a well-camouflaged wooden hut in the valley, a burly old man with aquiline nose and blue eyes, holding a short staff in his hand, his hair and beard all bristling, let out a roar.

As he roared, a gaunt, black-clothed middle-aged man before him, from his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth, bright red flames suddenly emerged.

"Breaking the brand, Ping... Ping’an..."

The gaunt middle-aged man’s spherical crystal in hand suddenly cracked, with a "snap," shattering into countless pieces.

A blaze of fiery red flames suddenly surged from his head.

He let out a scream, unable to complete his sentence, before his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

In the distance, a flicker of light approached rapidly, a man in bright silver armor, in his thirties, carrying a broad sword.

Behind him, two cloaked figures in pitch-black followed like shadows, weightless, closely trailing and gliding over.

"He’s breathless, life burned away in an instant. Father Pero, can you detect his spiritual power? Is there any remnant left?"

The armored swordsman asked, his expression cold and gaze sharp as he turned his head.

The blue-eyed, white-bearded old man in a black robe shook his head, his face also looking a bit grim.

"It seems we have underestimated that young friend. A mere spiritual brand not only failed to trouble him but was easily broken and counterattacked by him. His methods are very strong. In Proluo State, he even kept a trick up his sleeve."

"As far as I know, cultivating the physical form and spiritual power is somewhat conflicting, very difficult to balance both. The measures we took with that Frost Country woman, although only a Holy Artifact illusion, shouldn’t be breakable by warriors who cultivate their bodies and sword technique. Could it be there is another expert hiding in Dongjiang City?"

Harris felt a slight stir in his heart, his armor’s metal leaves rattling softly.

As the Knight Commander of the third squad of the Corps of Judgement under the Theology Department of the Eternal Life Group, and having undergone genetic transformation and years of cultivation, he was also protected by a Holy Artifact. Even so, he made little progress in the use of spiritual power.

Therefore, he was reluctant to believe that the young man could possess such powerful spiritual cultivation while also having an extremely strong physical form.

This was very un-theological.

"It’s him."

Father Pero shook his head: "You don’t understand spiritual power because you don’t cultivate it. Each person’s power traits and life brand have a unique spirit. The flame just now was very peculiar, comparable to Hell’s Azure Flame, capable of annihilating all spirits.

Of course, I’m not talking about the nature of the fire but the will projected within the flames. It bore an unparalleled dominance, just like that young friend’s behavior in Proluo State. It must be him."

"If that’s the case, the benefits he gained from the battle at General’s Tomb are enormous," Harris remarked, with a hint of fervor in his eyes.

He too desired the method to cultivate both body and spirit.

Unfortunately, their arrival was slightly too late; the other party had already grown too powerful, making it impossible to seize an easy victory.

With this thought, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing this errant thought deep within his heart.

Father Pero looked at Harris with approval and agreed with his words.

"Not surprising. Although Chen Guangyuan, a director of Taihe Pharmaceuticals, intended to join the Eternal Life Group, he was not wholeheartedly committed and had his own agenda. Thus, he concealed many things, misleading us, such a pity."

His mention of pity.

Was not, of course, because Chen Guangyuan had died too soon.

But that they themselves, having received the news much earlier, had failed to grasp this godsend opportunity.

If they had hurried here more than a month ago.

Why would it be so troublesome?

At that time, Zhou Ping’an was still an ordinary, confused, small police officer.

And Dong Qingshan, with his low strength, was still on the run.

There was no need to dispatch their judgment squad.

Even two A-levels could easily have snatched the goods.

"When we arrived, the group’s scholars familiar with Eastern history gathered their wisdom to conclude that the master of General Wenshan’s Tomb was likely just a guardian, not the true master of this region.

Its true master was a woman named [Zhao Yue]..."

The priest’s eyes twinkled with wisdom despite having confirmed that he had missed a great opportunity, the best chance to obtain an important treasure.

However, he was not too disappointed.

A guardian general of an ancient Imperial Court, within his tomb lay treasures that created experts like Zhou Ping’an, who rose rapidly to power.

Then, what might be buried within the tomb of Madame Zhao Yue, the owner of General Wenshan, herself?

Could there be even rarer treasures hidden inside?

"Harris, perhaps we could witness a miracle. It’s laughable how the Zhuxia Federation has not paid attention, this is exactly our chance."

"That’s quite normal; the Zhuxia Federation has never put much faith in those oddities and wonders, they don’t even have a devout belief. How can they possibly discover the true secrets of power in this era?"

Harris chuckled softly, "Especially thirty years ago, after they secured the most precious inheritance of the Landis Ruins, they’ve put all their efforts into technological research. Let alone having some kind of faith, they don’t even worship their own ancestors anymore, hahaha...

Although I’ve never understood what use there was in their ancestral worship, there is no doubt that the people of Zhuxia back then were very difficult to contend with."

"Exactly, the appearance of that ruin outside Dongjiang City, the Hongguang Group joining hands with the local field forces to excavate, must have taken it as a historical tomb search, seeking some precious treasures without truly valuing the fundamentals."

What Father Pero referred to as the fundamentals, Harris naturally understood very clearly.

While others were still engaged in genetic transformation, tapping into bodily potential, and gaining staggeringly powerful bloodline forces.

Both the Eternal Life Group and the Sky Hawk Alliance had started researching theology.

This was the original intention behind the Theology Department’s reconstruction.

The big shots who attended the initial meeting agreed on this point.

"If the Landis Empire had such tremendously powerful technology, why did they not even have the ability to defend themselves, and seemed to have been destroyed overnight?

After tens of thousands of years, the ruins are largely well-preserved, and various exquisite technological structures remain deep in the sea, surviving the passage of time. Yet, not one of the empire’s life forms survived; all had perished."

"As the saying goes, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. If the Landis Empire ended up with such a fate, then wouldn’t continuously studying their technology invite an unpredictable future and face insurmountable dangers?"

Though it sounded somewhat alarmist.

And was referred to by some as creating trouble out of nothing.

Since this viewpoint gained the consensus of most of the big shots, of course, solutions were sought.

When considering historical legends such as "the Great Flood" and "Noah’s Ark", as well as "Eden", "Heaven", and "Hell".

A certain group of people decided to experiment, to reinstate some ancient customs, attempting to gain power through theology.

Maybe because the times have changed, and the external environment had also shifted.

This trial was extraordinary.

They discovered the true mystery of "faith".

...

"Allen, now that it has been confirmed that Officer Zhou Ping’an possesses hidden mysterious powers, there’s no need to follow too closely. Inform the outer personnel to maintain silence; shift all our focus onto the [Zhao Yue] ruins."

"Yes, Father."

The skinny young man cradled a laptop, tapping lightly on it.

Suddenly, he let out a light exclamation, "I’ve found the trace of Professor Zhuang, who was at the site when General Wenshan’s Tomb was excavated. He actually hasn’t left the city..."

"Zhuang Ziwen, that seems to be the name. I remember the file indicated he had a student named Jacob, who reaped quite a few benefits and was once chased by the people from Taihe Pharmaceuticals... In the end, killed some and fled into the sea."

Father Pero pressed a hand to his brow, recalling some information he had read, then suddenly said, "There may be gains to be had at Professor Zhuang’s. Jacob is a good target, a pity he’s not under our watch, Dr. Feil from the research department has taken over and he’s currently under surveillance."

"Let it be, one cannot reap all the benefits alone; focus on the matter at hand. Their excavation of the ruins is too slow, let me give them a hand."

The group exchanged glances, all revealing smiles.

Not far away, lying on the ground without any trace of life, was the middle-aged man in black, Laite, and no one spared him a second glance.

Life and death are but common affairs.

For God’s glory, for the ultimate success.

They had long since stopped regarding their own lives as important.

Even though, they had already reached high positions.

This is the power of "faith".

...

Zhou Ping’an was unaware of the many things happening in the wilderness outside Dongjiang City.

He just felt that the situation at hand seemed to be slipping out of control.

It was not that some tumult had arisen within the city.

It was that the Police Security sent to the outskirts to interact with the field forces had returned to report.

They brought back some not-so-good news.