Chapter 38: Mechanical Race – Immortal Legacy!

Chapter 38: Mechanical Race – Immortal Legacy! (Combined Chapter, 5000 Words)

The War God Palace meeting had barely concluded when an invisible, silent storm began brewing among Earth’s upper echelons.

The brief video footage was scrutinized repeatedly, ultimately revealing a conclusion the legislators found hardest to swallow—the existence of a weapon capable of piercing the Black God Suit.

This was, quite literally, a Fast Blade looming over every Legislator's head.

Ister, as Fourth Legislator, had implanted the might of Mentalists into every Martial Artist’s psyche. Yet even he couldn’t penetrate the Black God Suit, relying instead on impact force to cripple opponents.

Now, a Mentalist rivaling—or surpassing—Ister had emerged, wielding a weapon that could pierce the Black God Suit itself.

Put bluntly, nearly half of Earth’s fraudulent Legislators could be slaughtered like pigs under his blade.

From now on, their unchecked power would face limits. They’d have to rein in their excesses, lest they become the sacrificial sparks igniting the new order.

Though resentment simmered and secret schemes brewed, no one dared act rashly.

The Jiang Clan was untouchable!

Beyond the two great martial arts gyms and the HR Union, another top-tier force had violently risen.

In fact, if the Jiang Clan wished, they could easily establish Earth’s third-largest gym. Countless Martial Artists and Mentalists would flock to their banner.

Even if the Jiang Clan had no plans to expand their Jiang Family Martial Gym, some Legislators and War God Ranks still schemed to send their offspring to join the clan.

But… sending disciples for training paled in comparison to becoming family.

The Jiang Clan’s three generations were all high-potential assets. Marrying into the clan meant skipping decades of struggle.

This delighted Grandmaster Jiang immensely.

No Han Xia person could resist the allure of “cultivating prosperity through generations.”

“Our clan’s lineage is thin, but our grandchildren’s generations must be nurtured well.”

…

A hazy mist spewed from the banner mark between Jiang Zhe’s brows, completely enveloping him. He looked like he sat within a pile of dry ice.

Thin wisps of vapor coalesced into countless secret patterns, searing his skin before sinking into his body. His blood, flesh, and tissue structures underwent subtle transformations as the patterns integrated into his very being.

This was body cultivation.

Jiang Zhe had undertaken this process before, reaching 12% completion. However, his earlier methods contained flaws.

All errors were now corrected and perfected through these patterns!

From this moment forth, Jiang Zhe could rightfully call his power “true force amplification.”

Force amplification—physical amplification!

Psychic amplification—soul resonance!

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This was the crucial mystery every cultivator in the universe, from Stellar-Level to Sovereign, relentlessly pursued.

1x! 2x!…12x!

Thanks to his foundation, the secret patterns merely corrected and refined his approach, allowing him to swiftly achieve perfect 12x force amplification.

Even so, most of the Primordial Essence Quanta had been consumed to produce this mist.

He pressed on, pushing himself to the limit, struggling to reach 13x…

As the secret patterns completed their transformation, profound insights into power mastery flooded his mind. His bodily control deepened further.

13%!

Once the percentage reached 100%, he’d achieve perfect bodily mastery—a prerequisite for Immortal ascension.

Onward, 14x!

At this point, the mist could no longer obscure Jiang Zhe’s form. As the secret patterns solidified, the vapor thinned until invisible.

Finally, it stabilized at 14.2x!

Jiang Zhe opened his eyes, savoring his transformed body. He felt like laughing aloud, experiencing the joy of “a golden lock shattered, an azure dragon freed.”

Exhilarating!

Euphoric!

To put it crudely, like a constipated man finally finding relief.

True 14x force amplification—raw strength, speed, defense… flawless!

Jiang Zhe murmured inwardly, “Does this mean I no longer need to seek Power Release Secret Techniques or amplification manuals? Can the 【Conqueror】Innate Secret Art alone suffice, using Primordial Essence Quanta to transform my body and naturally develop the optimal amplification method?”

The so-called “body transformation” process wasn’t a one-time deal.

Jiang Zhe could compile his experiences into a manual. Following it step-by-step would allow others to achieve 14x force amplification.

Orianna contacted him mentally, “As you suspected, Master. But for maximum efficiency, I recommend supplementing with secret techniques. They’ll reduce Primordial Essence Quanta consumption.”

“You’ve probably noticed—the speed and difficulty of amplification differ between the first 12x and the subsequent 2.2x.”

She added playfully, “It’s like comparing factory assembly lines to manual workshops.”

"With all due respect, your high comprehension means Primordial Essence Quanta shouldn’t be wasted on issues your insight can resolve. They’re better conserved for areas where even your comprehension proves insufficient."

Jiang Zhe nodded in agreement.

He’d tested it already—Primordial Essence Quanta retained “Light Points” functionality, combining with the mysterious matter fed back through the Visualization Star Chart to propel Genetic Tier ascension.

In summary, the 【Conqueror】 technique forged by the Primordial Universe ranked mid-tier to high.

Its primary use? Breaking the 100x force/psychic amplification limit, entering the realm of physical/soul resonance.

Like Cosmic-Level Luo Feng’s game-breaking 3000x psychic amplification, equivalent to 30x soul resonance.

Regardless, the 【Conqueror】 technique had cleared the path to the universe’s amplification limits.

Jiang Zhe gathered his thoughts, asking, “Anna, have we arrived?”

“Seventeen minutes ago. I didn’t disturb you, circling the mist lake in the fighter craft.”

Orianna’s voice carried amusement, “The sentient AI underground is practically frantic.”

“We should calm it down first. It’ll get even more anxious shortly.” Jiang Zhe teased, rising from the luxury seat. “Anna, open the hatch. Time to disembark and reap the rewards.”

Click!

The hatch opened. Jiang Zhe soared out on his Skyfaring Needle.

Secret patterns on the needle’s hull fused wind and turbulence into an eerie unity, forming a visible “streamlined aura” around him, reducing flight resistance.

At an incredible speed, he shot toward the distant mist-shrouded lake spanning hundreds of miles.

“Anna, calculate my current flight speed.”

“Current speed: 1687 meters per second, Master.”

Jiang Zhe smiled. If he used Miniature Planet to reduce his gravity, he could easily surpass 2000+ m/s.

Thirty kilometers? Less than half a minute. He dove into the mist, invading the lake’s airspace.

Though dangerous, the lake’s fiercest threat was King-Tier Beasts. Jiang Zhe felt confident.

The first human-killed Emperor-Level Beast? That was Babata’s doing—using Muya Crystals to rapidly cultivate beasts to attract humanity again.

If Jiang Zhe hadn’t returned to Australasian Continent, Babata might’ve exposed Mist Island similarly.

As he flew, the lake’s surface roiled violently beneath him.

Sssla!

Sssla!

Thick blue lightning bolts lanced toward him, illuminating the lake. Twisting electric serpents wove a net, engulfing Jiang Zhe.

With Orianna and the Black God Suit shielding him, he remained unscathed.

His Skyfaring Needle launched dozens of thin blades, silver fish-like into the water. Blood-red blooms erupted beneath the surface.

Jiang Zhe continued flying, commanding his Annihilation Throwing Daggers to ravage the waters below.

Midway, several near-hundred-meter beasts—nearly Emperor-Level—emerged. Each was pierced through the skull by daggers, their brains liquefied.

A nearly hundred-meter Azure Dragon stirred his interest, but thinking of the island’s 82 Spirit of Flora, who needed Lord-Class Dragon Blood?

He carved a bloody path, forcefully landing on the lake’s heart-island.

The island resembled a primeval forest—towering trees, lush vegetation, yet eerily silent.

“Beasts surround the perimeter, yet the island’s silent? Let’s see what secrets you hide!”

Jiang Zhe ostentatiously soared through the dense forest on his Skyfaring Needle.

For appearances’ sake, he had to act. Otherwise, Babata might panic and hide again.

After his charade, upon finding the first Spirit of Flora, he dropped pretenses and began harvesting.

Currently, 82 Spirits of Flora grew here. Jiang Zhe took only 30.

Take the nine clustered willows, for instance—he took one ten-thousand-year-old and three thousand-year-old willow hearts.

The Spirit of Flora can only be utilized up to the peak of Higher Warrior cultivation. Counting every last member, fewer than twenty in the Jiang Clan are even qualified to use this substance. There’s no need to harvest all eighty plants.

“This island’s environment must be abnormal to allow so many Spirits of Flora to grow,” Jiang Zhe mused. “There might even be ancient ruins beneath us, hiding true treasures!”

Orianna tested the waters cautiously: “Master, should I shield you from the mental wave’s effects?”

“Haha, this sudden whim of mine is amusing,” Jiang Zhe chuckled inwardly. “No need. Let it unfold naturally.”

Four Annihilation Throwing Daggers pierced the earth, and Jiang Zhe followed them underground, channeling Mental Energy to probe deeper as the strange impulse guided him.

At depths of two to three thousand meters, he navigated underground rivers, drawn by a faint rice fragrance. He retrieved a white crystal being fought over by aquatic beasts. The combined pull of the mental wave and the Muya Crystal drove him further downward.

6,000 meters!

8,000 meters!

…

15,000 meters!

“This way.”

Another odd notion struck him like inspiration. Jiang Zhe obeyed its silent command, smashing through a rock wall. A metallic outline emerged. He hastily used Mental Energy to shove aside tons of rock, carving a path forward.

At the end lay a half-open “door” resembling a spacecraft’s cockpit hatch.

Inside the entryway, clusters of white Muya Crystals lay scattered. Jiang Zhe’s face lit with delight as he stuffed them into his backpack.

A Brass Core materialized over his chest like a breastplate’s heart-guard. The eye-shaped gem embedded in it cast a hazy red glow—not merely illumination but merging eerily with the ship’s metal.

“Master, countdown initiated: 87 seconds until I seize control of the vessel and rewrite its systems for primary command access.”

“The secondary core I left behind will fully decode this F-rank ship’s technology in 248 hours.”

Unfazed, Jiang Zhe ventured deeper, eyeing massive fistprints on the walls and a colossal corpse leaning against the corridor.

The corpse’s blood-red eyes glared eternally. Its body, clad in armor inscribed with Secret Patterns, wore special gloves on its fists. Jiang Zhe stroked his chin, unfazed by the lingering aura.

“This belonged to an Immortal—even basic gear should be priced in Primordial Units.”

“A destitute Immortal might own 1,000 Primordial Units, while Hu Yanbo has over 3 million. His enslaved Immortals likely wear gear worth nearly 10,000 Primordial Units.”

“Soul-bound slaves are the most loyal. You wouldn’t send them into battle half-dressed.”

“But stripping and selling this stuff is… complicated.”

“When you need money, you can’t sell it. When you can sell it, the returns feel trivial. A vicious cycle!”

“Master, hurry. Stop scheming for profit,” Orianna urged.

Jiang Zhe sidestepped the corpse and followed the widest corridor, eventually reaching a towering gateway. Beyond it lay a grand 200-meter semicircular hall with six prominent corpses.

“Anna, I promised you a Mechanical Race specimen. Let’s take a look.”

He approached a five-meter-tall Metallic Lifeform of purplish bronze, its Brass Core glowing red onto the corpse.

“Beep!”

Lights flickered on. A black hologram formed in the hall’s center.

Demon Babata emerged.

Babata spoke wistfully of the Universe, recounting past glories. It led Jiang Zhe to pay respects to its master, Hu Yanbo. Afterward, Babata waxed poetic about cosmic vastness, Hu Yanbo’s might, Earth’s insignificance, and how Jiang Zhe’s “fortune” to meet it warranted absolute loyalty.

Jiang Zhe knelt without hesitation.

Babata, satisfied, began, “Jiang Zhe, my master is dead, so—”

The voice cut off.

Babata froze mid-air, its one-and-a-half-meter frame locked in shock, staring at Jiang Zhe’s kneeling form.

The crystal coffin sank into the floor, sealing shut.

Jiang Zhe stood. “I bowed, I pledged. I’m now part of Yunmo Star. But from here on, this ‘young star lord’ will chart his own course.”

“Anna, come greet our guest.”

A brass sphere flew from his chest, light weaving into a solid brass-female automaton.

“Mr. Babata, pleasure to meet you!” Orianna bowed elegantly. “I’ll complete your master’s guidance.”

This is… a Mechanical Race?

Babata’s connection to the ship severed, left only with thought. No! Not Mechanical Race—a subordinate machine or Metallic Lifeform. My purpose is to execute Master Jiang Zhe’s will! Orianna corrected its thoughts.

Under Babata’s fiery glare, Jiang Zhe spoke:

“First, I will always honor Yunmo Star’s laws and never betray its secrets.”

“If I survive and ascend to Kingfall Ascendant, I’ll kill Mawking to repay Yunmo Star’s aid in my early days.”

He abruptly turned away, leaving the rest unspoken.

Orianna relayed silently:

“Second, my master has separate inheritances. We’re merely borrowing Yunmo Star’s to fill gaps. Your core inheritance, the Soul Mark, shouldn’t be wasted on us.”

“My master vows to find you a Mentalist with a Brain Domain Width above 20 to inherit the Soul Mark and continue Yunmo Star’s lineage.”

Orianna then acted:

“Mr. Babata, I’ll copy your Yunmo Star secrets, take your Mechanical Race Immortal World Ring, 100 Muya Crystals, 100 Qianwu Coins, and temporarily borrow the Arc-Blade Array, a third-tier Mental Strength Weapon.”

“These are necessities for my master.”

“The rest is reserved for Yunmo Star’s future core heir, whom my master will find within fifty years.”

Orianna collected the items as Jiang Zhe stood before the Mechanical Race Immortal corpse. After a few minutes, she rejoined him.

“Where’s Babata?”

“Pouting in a corner.”

Jiang Zhe sighed. “Sorry, but this is best. We’re not suited as partners.”

He turned to business: “The Mechanical Race’s inheritance is here, right?”

“A World Bracelet.”

A smirk tugged his lips.

Domain Lords might neglect World Rings, relying on Internal Worlds for storage. But Immortals couldn’t do without them—how else retrieve daily items from a Divine Dominion?

Hu Yanbo’s enslaved Immortals might lack World Rings, but the pursuing Mechanical Race Immortal certainly carried one. Their power relied on ships and puppet legions stored within!

This golden-armored Immortal must’ve had a virus corrupting its AI to recklessly abandon its ship and charge alone into Hu Yanbo’s vessel.

Orianna warned, “Master, though the Mechanical Race Immortal is dead, its life imprint lingers on the bracelet. We can’t remove it yet.”

Jiang Zhe nodded. “Take it anyway. Once the imprint’s purged, its contents will benefit you greatly.”

Orianna bowed, offering a bracelet and ring. “Master, an unexpected gain—several World Rings were left behind.”

Jiang Zhe raised an eyebrow, slipping on the deep-blue metallic ring. Infusing it with Mental Energy, he sensed an empty space: roughly 412 meters long, 238 wide, 121 high. Orianna had left the largest, but this one sufficed.

After collecting the Mechanical Race corpse, master and servant departed Yinmo Star.

(End of Chapter)

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