Solo Challenge to the Space Gate

Huaxia has a total of six spatial gates. The first two are currently being attacked by Pei Jun and Jie Congrong, while the others, except for Feng Shuo, which is being prepared for an assault, remain heavily guarded.

The reason is that, apart from the spatial gate in Yu Province, which is being defended by Uesugi Akizuki, the other two, Zhaoqi and Zhanman, are simply unwinnable—the first is high-risk, and the second is ultra-high-risk.

If they were to launch an attack on Earth, unless the planet unites against them, there would be almost no chance of victory.

The spatial gate opened by Feng Shuo leads to a medium-risk world, even more dangerous than the one Pei Jun and Jie Congrong are fighting in.

Because what resides here are no longer living creatures, but ghosts!

Inside Feng Shuo’s spatial gate,

The sky is perpetually shrouded by thick, unyielding black clouds.

Situ Jiayang gazes at the vast, desolate land where all vegetation has withered, the ground covered in foul-smelling black soil, upon which stands a colossal castle.

This castle is enormous, and its walls are guarded not by humans, but by faintly visible white ghosts.

A creature resembling a human but with only its upper body crawls rapidly across the ground with its hands, its terrifying face hidden beneath long hair, like a criminal from ancient times who had been cut in half at the waist.

In this dark world, it moves with incredible speed, darting from the corner of the castle to hide behind a large tree, its ghostly eyes peeking out from beneath its hair as it scrutinizes Situ Jiayang.

As a medium-risk world, it is home to some horrifying creatures.

At Feng Shuo’s spatial gate, there are currently 70,000 Night Watchers and 60,000 Ghost Officers stationed, and over six years, casualties have reached 60,000.

The ghosts here have a particularly repulsive trait: they can only be harmed when they choose to materialize. If they refuse, all physical attacks pass right through them.

Sometimes, these creatures gather around you in groups, materializing briefly to stab you with a blade when you’re not paying attention, then turning intangible again and sticking out their tongues mockingly when you retaliate.

“We agreed not to invade each other. Why are you here?” a ghost floats down from the castle wall.

“But I can see you’ve already started preparing for war. Do you really think I’m that stupid?” Situ Jiayang frowns slightly.

“We’ve heard rumors that Earth has opened a formidable spatial gate. We’re just protecting ourselves in case we get caught up in it.”

“After all, the gate is right here. Who knows when it might disappear?”

Situ Jiayang smiles. “That’s a good argument. If it weren’t for the fact that you broke the agreement last time by openly attacking Huaxia during a disaster, I might have believed you.”

“Heh heh heh…” the ghost laughs. “So what?”

It no longer bothers to pretend. It knows that no matter how it justifies itself, it will never regain Huaxia’s trust. “You can’t do anything to us now. This is our world, with our own rules. You can’t possibly…”

A soothing Buddhist chant begins to resonate. The ghost pauses, its eyes widening before its body swells like a balloon and explodes!

“I’ll start with a warning.”

As tens of thousands of ghosts and indescribably grotesque creatures charge from the castle walls, Situ Jiayang smiles, the tip of his shoe carving a line into the black soil.

A radiant Buddhist light bathes the entire ghost city, and in an instant, a massive fissure splits the ground!

The sky fills with golden light.

“I’ve come to deliver a bell.” Situ Jiayang raises a hand to the sky and brings it down.

A colossal golden bell descends from above, shaking the ghost city violently. The bell’s deafening toll sends shockwaves of golden light rippling outward, obliterating countless ghosts.

Using the power of Buddhism, Situ Jiayang, the Commander-in-Chief of the Vanguard, confronts the medium-risk spatial gate alone.

Buddhism is almost a natural counter to these supernatural beings, though it’s only effective against them.

As hordes of grotesque creatures—humanoid but with seven arms and eight legs, their appearances chaotic and distorted—charge at him, Situ Jiayang feels some pressure.

These monsters are not only disgusting, causing mental contamination, but also ferociously violent.

A bizarre creature, dozens of meters tall, peers over the wall with its massive, decaying head, curiously observing Situ Jiayang. It has a single leg and carries a huge basket on its back, leaping hundreds of meters into the air and landing where Situ Jiayang had been standing moments before.

But Situ Jiayang, using his superior jumping ability, had already leapt hundreds of meters into the air, landing on the creature’s back. With a single stomp, the monster explodes, raining blood and flesh everywhere.

Situ Jiayang’s goal isn’t to annihilate them all—he knows he can’t.

His purpose this time is to intimidate.

The massive golden bell tolls again, its golden Buddhist light rippling outward, tearing through the city and sky! Tens of thousands of ghosts and grotesque creatures are obliterated.

The thick clouds are torn apart, revealing the gray sky that was barely distinguishable from the clouds.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

The Buddhist light ripples again, and the entire ghost city collapses.

“Those who break their promises will pay the price.”

Once more, nothing within a ten-mile radius remains alive.

Situ Jiayang waves his sleeve and departs with a cold parting remark:

“This is the price for breaking the agreement last time. If it happens again, I’ll wipe you all out.”

In this world, apart from the ghost city Situ Jiayang just destroyed, there are other factions. However, the only one that broke the agreement last time was this city. Situ Jiayang destroyed it as both a warning and an act of retribution.

However, compared to the rest of this world, this ghost city is relatively weak. The truly powerful forces are the other grotesque races, but there’s no need to worry too much, as many of them can’t leave this place—they can’t tolerate the soil of other worlds.

They don’t like going to Earth.

Just as we don’t like going into sewers, this place, despite its stench, is the most suitable environment for them.

However, they still covet Earth’s resources.

No one can guarantee they won’t muster the courage to venture there.

Before Situ Jiayang leaves, the massive golden bell remains standing amidst the ruins, its Buddhist light blazing—a symbol of deterrence and warning.

Night falls.

A passenger plane cuts through the dense clouds, carving a narrow path.

Under the sparse stars and bright moon, the passengers inside the plane are fast asleep. Unnoticed, a girl as lovely as a fairy, with dragonfly wings, soars through the clouds.

Her smile is radiant, but she suddenly pauses. As beautiful as this place is, now is not the time for play. She pulls a handful of beans from her pocket and scatters them into the clouds, then vanishes into thin air.

Something bizarre happens—the beans take root in the clouds!

No! The clouds are still moving, but the beans aren’t rooted in them; they’re rooted in space itself!

Creak, creak.

The beans sprout, their roots anchoring in space, while countless vines rapidly spread in all directions, branching and branching again.

In no time, they’ve expanded over a kilometer, forming a vast, sky-covering net!

At the center of this vine-woven net, a foreigner wearing a headscarf and leading a camel looks down in confusion at the desert, now quickly engulfed in darkness.

He looks up, his pupils contracting in shock and bewilderment as he watches the massive vines intertwine and surge outward like a tidal wave. Within minutes, the sky is completely obscured.

His surroundings are plunged into darkness as the vines block out all light.

Drip, drip, drip…