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Chapter 1188: Placing the Move to Test the Reality
Chapter 1188: Placing the Move to Test the Reality
The purple seed drifted from Crimson Rock Manor toward Dove Street, located on the outskirts of the city.
This was the largest slum in Lunovilla Central City. The Primordial Sect obtained a portion of their "ritual materials" from here, and they made no secret of it.
The purple seed floated toward this area, not aimlessly wandering but searching for something specific.
Under the influence and propaganda of the Primordial Sect, many people living here survived on relief supplies, numbing themselves with cheap drugs, and using low-cost neural implants to enjoy various forms of entertainment.
They all knew they could sell themselves for a good price, and many initially had this in mind. However, when the threshold value finally showed up, most were left with nothing but endless regret and fear, only wanting to escape and not wanting to fulfill their promises.
But the monitoring of the neural implants, their weakened bodies, and their addiction to drugs made it impossible for them to do so. Instead of lying down and waiting to die, they might as well earn one last sum of money.
Of course, there were some who, even when the threshold value appeared, preferred to lie there, unwilling to face reality and lacking the will to resist.
Hovering above this district, the purple seed drifted and circled, its tiny, dust-like glow unnoticed amidst the chaotic and disordered lights.
After wandering for several hours, it slipped through a window crack into a rented room filled with empty wine bottles and syringes.
It finally landed on a corpse, a body that had been completely withered by long-term drug use and the strain of the neural implant. Despite this, the man was not yet forty.
As the seed entered his eyes and seeped into his brain, the mutated tissue within it began to spread, attaching to vital organs and infusing them with energy.
After a while, his heart began to beat again, his body gradually regained warmth, and he slowly sat up.
He looked at a glass bottle nearby, his reflection showing a gaunt, pale face with sunken eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a disheveled, oily head of hair and beard.
He was of Eastern Continent descent.
His deep-set eyes became even more hollow. He closed his eyes and, when he opened them again, they were clouded with a dull haze.
He stood up and found that the water and electricity had been cut off, but there was still half a bucket of bottled water. He poured it out to wash his face, changed his clothes, and left the room.
His purpose was clear: he headed straight for the checkpoint set up by the Primordial Sect, intending to sell himself.
The people at the checkpoint recognized him but were surprised. "Lao Zheng, you're still alive?"
"Yeah, alive", Lao Zheng replied woodenly.
"Remarkable, I thought you'd just lie there and wait to die", the inspector said, looking him over.
Lao Zheng didn't say much. "I need to cross the river."
The inspector perked up. "Looks like you've made up your mind. Hmm..." He added, seemingly offhandedly but with a hint of sincerity, "Don't worry, the money for your life won't be shortchanged. It's for you or your daughter?"
Lao Zheng had only fragmented memories. "I don't want it."
"Alright, fair enough. I didn't expect this from you, Lao Zheng. You've got some heart. But we need to check you, just to make sure. If you die on the way, your daughter won't get the money, and we'll have to travel far to collect your body, won't we?"
"Understood."
The inspector didn't waste words. He pointed to a nearby biological detection device. "Stand on it. You've seen it plenty of times, right?"
Lao Zheng walked over and placed his hand on the device, feeling a slight indentation and a tingling in his fingertips.
"Hmm?"
The inspector looked at the spectroscopic scanner, surprised. It showed a gray-green glow, indicating that while the body was weak and unhealthy, it was still generally normal.
He recognized Lao Zheng. This man had been missing for many days, his body completely broken down, unable to even leave the house. This situation meant he was just waiting to die.
He had planned to check on him today, to bring him back if he hadn't died yet. But this...
However, he didn't care too much. They had quotas to meet, and any body would do, regardless of its condition. No need to make things difficult for himself.
"In that case, you meet the criteria. Alright."
He went to a card machine, pressed a few buttons, and a neatly cut piece of paper rolled out. He handed it to Lao Zheng.
"Take it. Tomorrow you—"
"Tomorrow? Can it be today?"
"Keen to reincarnate, are you?"
The inspector looked at him with suspicion. "You haven't taken some strong drugs, have you?"
He then chuckled. "Even if you have, as long as you're not dead on the way, it's fine. Alright, it's today." He took a stamp and pressed it onto the paper.
As he handed it to Lao Zheng, he said, "You're not going to see your daughter?"
Lao Zheng didn't answer.
The inspector didn't mind. "Right, it's better not to. One death, everything's over. Alright, at midnight, wait over there. Follow us when the time comes, and remember, stick with our boat, don't mix with the Tavatinia contingent."
Lao Zheng took the paper and sat down on a nearby bench. The people around him sat in a row, their eyes vacant and numb.
Lao Zheng closed his eyes.
The Mutated Tissue inside him maintained the minimum level of activity.
After a long while, someone patted his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see the people around him getting up one by one, and someone at the front was calling them over.
It started to drizzle, and they clutched their papers tightly, following a figure in a raincoat forward.
They arrived at the dock and boarded a ferry. Among the passengers were people of Eastern Continent descent, Tavatinia descent, and Paranio descent, all mixed together. After boarding, everyone was given a pill, which seemed to have a strong calming effect.
He could clearly estimate that it would keep this body sedated for over twenty hours. By then, the journey would be halfway through, but they wouldn't have reached their destination yet. He didn't resist and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After releasing the seed, Chen Chuan didn't pay much attention to it. He couldn't know the specifics of where it landed; that was a unique ability of the Dongxuan Sect Fighters.
He also couldn't fully control the seed's actions once it possessed a body, but he had implanted a sliver of his mental energy, which would make it focus on a single goal.
Once the seed found a suitable host, it would need to maintain a balance, but it wouldn't collapse easily in just a few days. The key was to find a way to bring back the message.
Fortunately, he didn't need to repossess the body to return. Once he found the Rift, he could inform Chen Chuan of the approximate location and the answer by ending the possession.
If everything went smoothly, he should have the information within two days.
Once he confirmed the message, he would take immediate action.
While waiting, he received an invitation.
In recent days, various groups and organizations, as well as some media outlets, had sent him invitations, but he had refused them all. He wasn't a diplomat and had no interest in such matters. It would be better to spend the time on cultivation.
But this invitation was different.
It came from the Primordial Man Corporation.
He stared at the Primordial Man Corporation's emblem on the invitation and thought, "Here it comes."
He checked the signature and saw that the inviter was Gao Xinjian, the current head of the Primordial Man Corporation.
After some consideration, he realized that the issue with the Primordial Man Corporation was something he intended to resolve once he arrived in the Federation.
After drinking the Memory Elixir left by his parents, he had some suspicions, but they weren't fully confirmed. Meeting Gao Xinjian could help clarify some things, and then he could decide on his next steps.
He looked at the time and location of the meeting and told the attendant, "Tell the person who delivered the invitation that I will attend tomorrow on time."
The attendant bowed and went to deliver the response.
After the others left, Chen Chuan didn't dwell on it and continued his cultivation.
The next afternoon, he set out with his guards in a special vehicle, leaving Crimson Rock Manor and heading south to Chazibulun District in Central City.
The meeting place was the famous Motetu Pillar Hall.
Ninety years ago, when the Federation was newly established, it sought to enrich its cultural heritage by purchasing or plundering ancient buildings from around the world at high prices. These buildings were then meticulously disassembled and reconstructed here.
Motetu was one of these, and over the decades, it had been expanded, transforming into a unique venue for banquets and receptions.
When Chen Chuan entered the hall, he saw a series of stairs supported by fine, resilient branches, seemingly suspended in mid-air.
The dining areas were high platforms, varying in height from twenty to thirty meters, arranged in a wavelike spiral. The highest platform, which appeared to have no railing, was the dining area.
This was the famous Spiral Banquet Pillars.
Most people would need some courage to climb up or dine there.
But for Chen Chuan, and for most fighters, it wasn't much of a challenge. He walked straight to the center of the hall, climbed up one of the pillars, and soon reached the highest point.
The space at the top was quite large, about forty square meters. However, the deliberate height differential and the transparent floor tiles made it seem much more daunting. Standing there, with no support around, most people would feel a sense of vertigo.
A middle-aged man stood there, his posture straight and demeanor calm. Behind him stood a quiet, black-haired woman, like a silent shadow.
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