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Chapter 1200: Fearless Open Void
Chapter 1200: Fearless Open Void
The Federation's airship slowly approached Luoshan Peak. Joel Qiao stood by the ship's rail, gazing toward the Rift.
The floating debris and fragments were gradually converging, and the Rift's light flickered on and off.
After the powerful Domain erupted, the Rift had taken on this appearance. Did this mean that whatever had been trying to emerge had been dealt with?
The captain glanced at Joel. Seeing that he didn't give any orders to move closer, the captain slightly adjusted the ship's course, flying along the perimeter of the shattered mountain.
He was not willing to rashly approach the site of the fighter battle.
At this moment, he noticed two other airships in the distance. One of them, distinctly different from the Federation's, looked like a tourist airship. However, upon seeing the emblem, he thought, "Is that the International Investigation Corps?"
Indeed, it was the International Investigation Corps. After Commander Xie had communicated with them, they had dispatched this airship in advance.
Knowing that Chen Chuan might come into conflict with the Primordial Cult and to guard against the Federation distorting the facts, they had sent some personnel to take photos and record the scene from a distance.
Joel Qiao suddenly sensed something and turned around. He saw two streaks of light heading toward him, and in a flash, they landed on Luoshan Peak.
He said, "The Federation's throne has arrived."
At the base of Luoshan Peak, Chen Chuan was waiting for the Federation's personnel to arrive, while also guarding the Rift's entrance to prevent anything else from emerging.
After dealing with that man, no other enemies had appeared. It seemed that the Primordial Cult had only assigned one person to guard this extremely important Rift, which appeared to be a weak point, but it was actually quite normal.
The Primordial Cult likely never imagined he would actually come here.
Moreover, whether it was a Secret Temple Fighter or a Throne Fighter, they were not easy to mobilize. Each high-level fighter was usually bound by a contract, and long-distance movements were generally subject to strict restrictions.
Having someone who might be a Throne Fighter's avatar stationed here was probably the strongest force they could muster.
Suddenly, a sharp cry echoed from above.
It was Chao Ming's warning.
He knew that someone powerful and dangerous was approaching. He turned his gaze and saw two streaks of light heading toward him. Almost as soon as he saw them, they landed on the shattered mountain.
One had a tall figure with slightly protruding eyes, a very distinctive feature that he immediately recognized as Drian Crossal, the Throne Fighter he had faced before.
Seeing this person, whose head he had once severed and who had knelt before him, now standing before him with a solemn expression, he felt a subtle sense of emotion.
Was this his true form, or just a part of his power?
As for the other person—
He shifted his gaze. This was an elderly man with thick hair and beard, slightly sunken cheeks, and sharp blue-gray eyes hidden under thick eyebrows. He wore a well-tailored black windbreaker, and beneath it, he could see strong shoulders and muscular arms. On his head was a wide-brimmed soft felt hat. His expression was indifferent and authoritative, with a restrained sharpness.
Chen Chuan didn't recognize this person, but from his appearance, he thought of someone—Vikor Durnant, the Executive Officer of the Federation Hazard Affairs Action Bureau.
This was a Throne Fighter stationed in the Federation's capital.
Now, both of them were staring at him.
If another Changsheng Temple fighter were being stared at by two Throne Fighters, they would likely be trembling in fear. But Chen Chuan floated in the air, holding his blade, and met their gaze without flinching.
Neither side spoke, maintaining a silence. Only the air currents and the faint glow of spiritual energy around them flickered.
Joel Qiao, watching from a distance, suddenly felt the air heavy with tension, even from afar. He almost expected a direct conflict to break out at any moment.
At that moment, a sharp eagle's cry echoed from above, penetrating the air and reaching the ears of everyone present.
Many eyes turned upward. It was a common Grayfeather Skyhawk from the mainland, circling overhead and calling out, drawing everyone's attention before excitedly declaring:
"Look what I've found, a Rift! Hehe! A Rift, right near the Federation's capital, right near the Federation's capital!
Ah, this has sparked my creative inspiration. I must recite a poem.
Ah, where desire never fades, darkness never departs, the tearing of silence is not just the Rift, but the ugliness of the heart and the false facade..."
Suddenly, a sharp crimson light shot through the air, and the eagle exploded into a shower of blood, its feathers falling to the ground.
Durnant lowered his hand, but the tense atmosphere had been broken.
He glanced at Chen Chuan, then looked away and toward the Rift, saying coldly, "Mr. Chen, you can leave now. The Federation government will handle the rest."
Chen Chuan pressed his hat down and said, "Can your side handle it?"
"That's none of your concern."
Chen Chuan then held up a document between two fingers and gestured with it.
"This is my investigation invitation from the International Investigation Corps, which is why I'm here today. I submitted a report about the discovery of the Rift over ten days ago, but your side took no action.
I had no choice but to act according to the treaty between the Federation and the International Investigation Corps, and during this process, your side took no action. Only now have you appeared, so I have reason to doubt your ability to handle the situation properly."
Regardless, he had to emphasize the legitimacy of his actions and declare that they were entirely in accordance with procedure.
Durnant glanced at the document and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chen, we are aware of your status, but this Rift is on Federation soil. According to our agreement with the Grand Alliance, we have the authority to take over the surrounding and related matters.
Furthermore, until the final determination, we were unsure if the opening of the Rift was related to you. Therefore, we must ask you to step aside and refrain from moving around during the investigation."
At that moment, another figure appeared on the scene.
Fan Zhentong appeared beside Chen Chuan and looked at the two men. "Mr. Durnant, what's going on? I think we can speak with evidence."
Durnant glanced up at the sky, where two airships were hovering. One of them clearly belonged to the Dashaun Delegation.
He turned to the Rift and said, "If you wish to stay, you may, but you'll be responsible for any incidents that occur."
Fan Zhentong said to Chen Chuan, "Director Chen, you should leave now. I'll keep an eye on things here. Media personnel from various country delegations are on their way, and setting up the necessary rituals will take some time."
Chen Chuan nodded. Given the situation, the Federation would not keep the Rift open any longer and would resolve it as quickly as possible to give a satisfactory explanation to the world.
With Fan Zhentong here, there was no need for him to stay. He slowly ascended to the sky, took one last look down, and flew toward one of Dashaun's airships.
Meanwhile, on the eastern shore of Cuikelan Dainei Lake, a Mystic Cultivator with a topknot looked at the Rift and examined a Divination Mirror, then glanced at the sky.
He sighed, "Ultimately, one cannot defy fate, but within this deep chasm, there is a path of hope..."
After a moment of thought, he turned and leaped into the air, disappearing in a flash.
When Chen Chuan returned, he did not continue flying but took an airship back, though the journey was slower, it allowed him to turn back if anything happened.
However, nothing unusual occurred, and he saw many media personnel from various countries heading toward the Rift.
An hour later, the airship landed at a mooring tower in the central city of the Federal Capital.
As he walked down, he saw Mr. Daro, the International Investigation Corps' resident agent, waiting for him.
"Mr. Daro, are you waiting for me?"
Daro approached and said, "Yes, Mr. Chen. After I reported your actions, the director sent me this telegram to give to you."
Chen Chuan took it and read a message thanking him for his cooperation in the investigation and stating that any consequences would be handled by him.
Daro said, "Mr. Chen, the Federation's issues..." He sighed. "They are long-standing problems, and I am truly powerless."
Chen Chuan said, "Mr. Daro, I understand your concerns. This is not the time of the Grand Alliance, and the investigation team is not what it used to be. However, I believe you don't have to bear all the responsibility yourselves."
He paused. "There are certainly many people secretly colluding with the enemy, but there are also many willing to delay and prevent their arrival. Sometimes, you can trust them more."
Daro, hearing his words, felt a surge of youthful excitement.
He had once joined the investigation team for noble ideals, but the sacrifices of friends and family and the high costs had gradually cooled his fiery heart.
He said solemnly, "Director Chen, I will relay your words to the director."
Chen Chuan nodded. Some things he could foresee, and the investigation team could also foresee. There were reasons why they hadn't acted before, or perhaps they simply couldn't.
But with the Great Collision drawing ever closer, what was once impossible might now be possible.
He looked toward Great Spiral Island. The Rift's light in the night sky was still prominent, but it would not be long before it disappeared completely.
(End of Chapter)
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