Chapter 1842: Chapter 967: Piercing the Earth’s Core

At this moment, Qing Chen stood beside the cabin door, his hands tightly gripping the sides, his eyes fixed on the ground below.

They had arrived over the capital of Guatemala City, where the ground was lit by countless stars, and even a villa seemed as small as an ant.

If one wants to find a target at this altitude, it’s nearly impossible.

Qing Chen stood by the cabin hesitantly.

This life-and-death ordeal is not a must to challenge.

Actually, his path of cultivation has been smoother than others; his master, Uncle Li Dong, needs to complete seven life-and-death trials to ascend as a demigod, but he became a demigod after completing six.

Now, whether he challenges the remaining two trials doesn’t seem to help his cultivation state.

So when gambling with life, he considers the cost-effectiveness issue.

Is it worth it?

After all, he is already a demigod; is there any need for the last two trials? There’s no benefit in success, but failure means death.

Choosing not to challenge and choosing to challenge are two options.

The first choice is the safer, not challenging.

The genetic lock is related to the path to becoming a god, but Boss He, even without being a knight, survived well after injecting the medicine, although his skin turned gray.

If not for the silver city battle, Boss He would not have met any trouble, and might still retain self-awareness.

So, Qing Chen’s last retreat is to give up on completing the trials now, inject the medicine immediately, and continue living as an experimental subject.

If Boss He can keep his mind, there’s no reason he can’t.

This choice is actually the safest and poses no life-threatening risk.

Qing Chen will continue to fight for the Eastern Continent with his demigod power; he will still live and die with the Southwest Warriors, though many will die, they will strive for victory.

So, what about the other choice?

Completing the trials, then injecting the medicine, continuing to explore the path to godhood.

Qing Chen believes that when he becomes a god, the West Continent will no longer be a threat, and many won’t have to die.

He smiled as he stood thinking at the door; what would Boss He, Li Yunshou choose if they were here?

"Boss He could have just flown away, who can handle a flying demigod?"

"Li Yunshou saw his ending, bearing humiliation, facing death, yet waited for his fate with an unchanged face."

For some reason, Qing Chen is certain that when Li Yunshou stood on the Black Water Ship, his face at the last moment being swallowed by light must have been smiling.

Destiny has been predetermined.

Everyone’s fate in the old man’s gaze on Ginkgo Mountain, like a chessboard with crises awaiting at every step, having seen countless possibilities, he made the final choice.

A chessboard has a key turn, before it appears black pieces show decline, after it appears it rises from death to life.

At a certain moment, when Qing Ji said not to reveal destiny to Qing Chen, Qing Chen recognized in his opponent’s eyes, perhaps he himself is that key turn.

In the battle in City 18.

The civilian airship attacks aimed to hold back Black Water City’s floating airship.

Ahead of the approaching fleet, civilian airships were meant to cover for military airships.

The fearless military airships charged to delay an hour for Li Yunshou, obscuring the Drama Master’s God’s perspective.

They all chose to give up themselves, sending others onward.

Both Qing Zhun, Li Yunshou made similar choices, not to become heroes themselves, but to burn their twilight and send Qing Chen forward.

In this world, saving the world has never been about one person, one hero, but a group striving and sacrificing, reaching the shore of victory.

If one credits the world-saving achievement to one person, it is unfair to others.

Just as Qing Chen said to the Spiritual Beings in Forbidden Land 001, you have fulfilled your duties, now it’s our turn.

Breathe.

The next moment, Qing Chen’s breathing rhythm changed, ice-blue patterns blossomed on his cheeks.

It was near noon in North America under the blazing sun.

Qing Chen hesitated no more.

He leapt forward!

At 6000 meters high in the air, he stretched his body fully, spreading his arms wide.

Violent winds roared in the air, his clothes fluttered loudly in descent.

The expensive private jet receded behind him; no one knew he had left.

However, amid the descent, he never planned on opening the parachute.

Jumping without deploying the parachute seemed like suicide.

meters.

meters.

meters.

meters.

meters!

Qing Chen still did not intend to open his parachute!

Now, some citizens of Guatemala had seen him.

Many looked up, at first, not believing a person was descending from the sky; but as he reached 600 meters, they were shocked!

Someone locally asked in Spanish, "Is that a parachute on his back? But why isn’t he opening it?!"

"Is the parachute broken?"

"Go have a look!"

"Wait, is his landing site towards the sinkhole?"

Qing Chen’s gaze locked onto the ground, his sole target was the Guatemala Sinkhole.

This sinkhole was nearly at the city center, emerging suddenly in February 2007, swallowing a factory building instantly, causing 5 deaths.

The sinkhole has a diameter of 20 meters and a depth of about 90 meters.

Afterwards, the sinkhole wasn’t filled, remaining amidst the city surrounded by constructions.

Around the sinkhole, there are even many residents!

The last two trials have always been one entity.

Heaven’s Descent, high-altitude skydiving.

The awakening of the earth, penetrating the core.

It demands that the knight leaps from an aircraft flying at a speed not less than 280 kilometers per hour, plunging from a height of 6000 meters from the sky.

Then, the knight must accurately fall into the sinkhole without opening the parachute, the depth of which does not exceed 100 meters, and only after entering the sinkhole can the parachute be deployed.

Before entering the sinkhole, the parachute cannot be opened.

The most challenging aspects of this trial are twofold: the first is falling from a height of 6000 meters to find the sinkhole on the ground, which is as small as an eye of a needle.

Be aware that Qing Chen was not wearing a flying squirrel suit, and upon jumping from a high-speed aircraft, he had to precisely calculate inertia and trajectory to avoid deviating too far from the sinkhole.

After falling, he also had to constantly adjust his direction without a flying squirrel suit to avoid crashing to death on the ground!

The second difficulty is, after entering the sinkhole, to deploy the parachute within a 90-meter vertical distance to swiftly reduce drag.

This 90 meters seems deep, but for a knight falling at high speed, if the parachute does not fully open, hitting the ground would still result in death.

Moreover, the main parachute could very likely catch on the sinkhole wall, causing the parachute and person to be tangled together and smashed to pieces.

Therefore, even with the peril of wing suit flying, it can only serve as a prelude to these two life-and-death challenges.

Without experience in wing suit flying, without control over one’s body and the airflow in the sky, the knight lacks the foundation to attempt these life-and-death challenges!

Qing Chen’s eyes contained only the deep sinkhole amid the ground’s architecture.

He continuously adjusted his posture to get closer to the sinkhole.

However, a gust of wind swept over the surface, blowing Qing Chen even further away, and at that moment he almost wanted to pull the safety pin of the parachute early...

But Qing Chen resisted.

He couldn’t be sure how long he had left to live, seven days, or perhaps not even seven days.

He couldn’t determine if there would be another chance to return if he didn’t attempt the challenge this time!

No matter anymore.

So many people saw you off, wanting to watch you suddenly draw the Black Knife and become a god, then slaughter all those bastards on the West Continent.

This is not the time to flinch.

He completely released his grip on the right hand holding the safety pin.

The closer he got to the ground, the less Qing Chen felt any sense of crisis, and he even smiled.

At this moment, by the Guatemala Sinkhole, residents in their homes were staring blankly at the sky, only feeling that Qing Chen in the air merged with the sun, his whole body glowing.

Qing Chen looked at the sinkhole beneath him.

At that moment, Qing Chen closed his eyes, as if he was under the deep sea, gradually sinking.

All around was the tidal wave of immense pressure, in which the vibrant blue whale let out a wail, and a group of dolphins circled around him.

That was the airflow.

All the invisible trajectories of airflow were visualized by Qing Chen like a miracle, and he stretched his arms and swam vigorously, heading towards the center of the world.

The next moment, Qing Chen opened his eyes, the sinkhole was right in front of him!

The nearby residents silently watched as Qing Chen’s figure whistled down, plummeting headlong into the dark sinkhole!

Some, getting closer, hurriedly ran out of their homes, rushing towards the edge of the sinkhole.

"He fell to his death in there, right?"

"Definitely dead! How could he not be?!"

More and more people gathered, all rushing towards the sinkhole.

Yet, as they got closer, they hesitated to come nearer.

A brave man slowly approached, and when he reached the edge of the sinkhole, he cautiously lay on the ground, peeking into the deep sinkhole.

In an instant, an intense golden light erupted from within the sinkhole.

That light shot into the sky like a spear!

The rumbling sound resounded, all the electrical transformers within a fifteen-kilometer radius exploded from being unable to withstand the terrifying charge, emitting blue smoke.

The onlooking residents looked around in horror; for a moment, the entire world seemed to change, everything thunderstruck.

"Quick, look at the sky!" someone shouted.

Everyone looked up to the sky, only to see that where the golden "spear" had pierced the sky, there appeared an upside-down vortex of white clouds where there used to be a vast expanse of floating white clouds.

It was as if the very sky had been punctured.

More than ten minutes later, the private plane landed at the Guatemala Airport, and the crew immediately checked the luggage compartment, but where was Qing Chen? He had long disappeared.

The countdown reached zero.

Traverse.

Qing Chen glanced at the afternoon sunlight outside the window of Victor No. 78, smiling without mentioning what had just happened to anyone else.

He merely turned his head towards Black Spider: "One will send you the list and addresses, a new batch of Time Travelers has arrived, get them under control."

Black Spider turned around and exited: "Understood."

Qing Chen said to Xiao San: "Continue."

In the next moment, more cockroaches in the sewer converged towards that crack, crawling downward along the crevice, entering the underground palace, and then scattered to find a way out.

However, they searched diligently for six hours, and aside from a long staircase passage, every other place in the underground palace was completely sealed.

Sealed very thoroughly.

There were dozens of rooms in the entire underground palace, and a small cockroach crawled into Room No. 7.

Dust covered the room, with nothing inside.

At this moment, the small cockroach slowly raised its perspective towards the ceiling, and what came into view first were a pair of dried feet dangling from the sky, and lifting its gaze further, it saw dozens of mummified corpses hanging from the ceiling of the room!

The necks of those dried corpses were tightly noosed, all were women, wearing white long dresses that had turned grey from years.

Xiao San, seeing this scene through the cockroach’s vision, was startled!

Why are such eerie mummified corpses placed under there?!

He maneuvered the cockroach into all the villas, and found that half of the villas in the underground palace were empty, while the other half were full of hanging female mummified corpses.

Strange, why is there such a bizarre place?

Xiao San pondered for a while, commanding a small cockroach to crawl upward along the wall of that staircase.

Not knowing how long it climbed, until it was stopped by a door.

The door and wall were tightly sealed, no way to squeeze through.

It was at this moment that the door suddenly opened.

King Roosevelt and the Duke of Storm entered the underground palace one after the other.

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