Chapter Seventy-Three: Lan Meng's Decision

Before arriving in this world, Liu Tian had once heard a line in a certain movie—“With great power comes great responsibility.” It was a film with respectable ratings, but as for that statement, Liu Tian did not particularly “like” it. If all responsibility is laid upon those with great ability but no authority, then where does responsibility fall for those with power and wealth?

Liu Tian had always been a man who believed in clear responsibility—do only as much as your income allows—so he never subscribed to the little spider’s theory. Yet, disagreement does not mean it cannot be adapted—for instance, with greater power comes swifter slaughter.

Although he did not understand how Blue Dream Corporation managed to accelerate the growth of Senior Bai’s offspring to such towering strength by the age of ten, he could surmise that the man would not wish to see this brood of supposed progeny.

So, Liu Tian showed mercy—in his own way—using overwhelming power and speed so fast the creatures could not react, sending all these bloodthirsty beasts straight to paradise.

The battle ended as swiftly as it had begun. With two hundred thousand volts surging and precise control of his strength, Liu Tian’s movement shattered the sound barrier; he did not even need to strike—merely walking was enough. Thunderous booms echoed behind him as the Dream Beast battalion, their strength artificially elevated to martial artist level, were no stronger beneath his hands than ants beneath ordinary feet.

Everywhere lay bodies cut to pieces, blood spraying from countless cracks like fountains. By the time the wounded fell and ceased breathing, Liu Tian was gone, long before the splattering blood could reach him, let alone the detonating explosives or the poisonous gas released at their deaths.

At supersonic speed, Liu Tian needed no force; a casual wave of his hand was as sharp as the finest blade, able to slice walls and tear the earth. With their pitiful brains, the Dream Beasts, even at death’s door, could not comprehend how they had died.

They could not even see his passing shadow or sense his presence. By the time the sound of air splitting and shockwaves rattled the heavens, it was already too late.

Impossible.

Hovering hundreds of meters above, relying on telekinesis, the Moonlight Saint King focused intently below. At this distance, his vision barely caught Liu Tian’s flickering silhouette—truth be told, even by martial intuition, he knew Liu Tian had left them far behind.

A gap so wide it triggered instinctive terror.

Yet the Moonlight Saint King still held some confidence—confidence that, at this stage, staking his life and relying on telekinesis, he could restrain Liu Tian for at least three seconds.

For martial arts common sense dictates, even if one breaks through in battle, bodily improvement does not happen instantaneously; at best, one’s control over power becomes more refined.

To truly widen the gap in physical prowess, one must train relentlessly, filling the enhanced capacity gained through breakthrough.

Now, however, it was clear—Liu Tian’s breakthrough had somehow filled his bodily limits the moment he surpassed them.

If the Moonlight Saint King, blessed with “a bit” more telekinetic power than most, could call himself the Child of Destiny, then Liu Tian, with such strength, might as well claim the title of Destiny’s Father.

Boom boom boom!

A succession of explosions, blood splattering like tragic fireworks, and within barely two minutes, Liu Tian had swept through nearly ten kilometers like a diligent farmer.

Within these ten kilometers, every corridor, every Dream Beast battalion, was cut to pieces; the earth ravaged and humiliated, Blue Dream Corporation’s crystalline wisdom, countless human achievements, all effortlessly destroyed by a single man.

After his breakthrough with the electric current, Liu Tian’s “game version” was now a full generation ahead of the entire planet.

“Your Dream Beast battalion isn’t much, is it? I barely warmed up and they’re gone,” he remarked, pausing lightly; torn earth flung up countless clods, mingling with mist to form walls that repelled unknown toxins. Liu Tian waited for the gas to disperse before speaking.

He himself was surprised at his newfound strength—this was his first strike after another breakthrough.

Indeed, heaven rewards diligence; hard work never fails!

“I underestimated you,” said the figure behind the scenes. The first wave of Dream Beasts had been prepared for Bai, and in Blue Dream’s calculations, though unlikely, the greatest chance to storm Resurrection Island lay with a liberated Bai.

Yet Bai’s psychological flaw—having lost his parents and elder brother young—gave him a rare attachment to blood relations; a moment’s hesitation, a single instant, would have allowed the special toxins lurking within the first wave to surprise him.

But on the battlefield, it was not Bai who came, but Liu Tian. Where did this man gain such strength?

By now, Liu Tian’s identity had been fully analyzed.

Yet Blue Dream Corporation, for all its analysis, could not determine the source of Liu Tian’s power. This was not something explained by prodigious talent alone.

Surely it was not drawn from some endlessly powerful relic of the Lost Empire? If that were possible, the Dawn Alliance, with its many ruins, would have unified the world long ago.

Found it!

Five hundred thousand volts—Electric propulsion—Heavenly Martial—Heart Severance!

Liu Tian was not idly conversing with Blue Dream Corporation; during the previous slaughter, he had inadvertently overdone it, slicing both corridor and Dream Beasts to fragments, and thus needed to find a new route toward his target.

Though he could dig one himself, a prepared corridor was much faster.

As for possible traps—so far, all human devices targeted normal life forms, not super beings who could withstand ten meters of steel, move at supersonic speeds, and sense killing intent.

Unless a nuclear warhead detonated point-blank, Liu Tian truly could not imagine how he might die.

“The gap in power is too great.” Deep underground, just emerged from a transformation chamber, Blue Dream strode naked onto the stage, patting the Bat King, who was playing recorded audio from a tape, “This man is clearly hiding immense power. His true strength far surpasses Bai. Even with the remaining three waves together, it’s unlikely he’ll be harmed.”

The Dream Beast battalion consisted of five waves.

The first wave: ten thousand, all artificial offspring of Bai, with martial artist-level strength.

The second wave: three thousand, with implanted special genes, matching the average secret martial artist.

The third wave: one thousand, disregarding longevity or future, with power equal to Heavenly Martial level from ten years ago.

The fourth wave: thirty, bodies fully cultivated to match Bai, with martial artist brains, reaching a third of Bai’s power post electric eel gene transplant.

Finally, the fifth wave: Blue Dream himself, thoroughly transformed, possessing power not inferior to Bai.

Each wave stronger than the last.

If all five gathered, it would be the strongest army in human history; even Bai and Heavenly Martial together could not defeat it.

Yet now, this army, upon its emergence, was already outdated due to Liu Tian’s rapid “version update,” failing to shock the world before falling behind the times.

“Have the others been dispersed?” Blue Dream pressed a button, deploying all Dream Beast battalions merely to delay Liu Tian’s advance by a few minutes. “Bat King, you need not die here with me. If I perish, the rest may yet have a chance, but you—if you alter your appearance with secret martial arts and refrain from violence, no one will bother hunting you.”

“Chief, I’ve lived long enough…” As the last surviving subordinate from Blue Road Heavenly Martial days, Bat King had long made peace with life and death. “I never saw the Blue Dream realized, nor the birth of a cleansed earth—since that will never be, dying sooner or later makes no difference.”

“In that case, stay here.” Blue Dream turned away, suddenly feeling listless; the descent of mechanical destiny had come too quickly, even his extraordinary wisdom left unprepared. “If possible, when I am entangled with him, detonate the last nuclear bomb, pulverize Resurrection Island—perhaps there’s still a chance for mutual destruction…”