High Martial Arts: Logging 10,000 Years Into The Future
Chapter 388

Chapter 388

“Two worlds on different planes, different times, even different universes and dimensions, unexpectedly overlapped and collided due to some inexplicable reasons. This is also the source of the beast invasion …”

The Level 7 Fireseed Repository access answered a significant portion of Lu Sheng’s doubts.

“Obviously, the world of the beasts is much stronger than our world. Thus, the spatial barriers of our world inevitably fractured and cracked …”

It’s like an egg colliding with a stone; the fragile shell of the egg would inevitably sustain damage.

“Of course, the strength difference isn’t as exaggerated as an egg to a stone …”

Lu Sheng casually picked up two stones from the ground, bumped them together in his hand, and the more fragile one crumbled, dropping fragments and sand.

“Something like this …” Lu Sheng tossed the stones aside and continued thinking.

“So, the beasts from the other world can smoothly enter our world and launch invasions. Conversely, it’s very difficult for us to reach the other world. Those martial masters who entered the abyss and never returned are the best proof …”

The logic was simple.

Because the “shell” of the human world was broken, things from outside could easily come in.

But the “shell” of the other world remained intact, so even if martial masters reached the other side through the abyss, they simply couldn’t enter.

“Perhaps some have entered but never had the chance to return …”

Lu Sheng searched the Fireseed Repository and found that even in the future, over ten thousand years of martial arts history, no one had ever returned after entering the abyss.

“Except for the Second Battlefield …”

The existence of the Second Battlefield was hard to explain.

One can imagine it as the part where the two worlds collided and stuck together.

That section of the abyss was particularly thick, thick enough to form a relatively independent space, sufficient to accommodate top-level powerhouses.

“Top powerhouses from the other world cannot enter our world through ordinary abysses; they must first enter the abyss space, enlarge the cracks on the world ‘shell’ before further entering … And the martial artists of the future world discovered this early on. To prevent such occurrences, they chose to proactively enter the abyss space to resist the invasion of top powerhouses from the other world. This gradually developed into the Second Battlefield.

“No wonder, I absorbed so many memories of zombies, and there are very few scenes of Level 10 or 11 powerhouses in action. Previously, I thought these powerhouses were mostly concentrated in the top-ranked main bases. Now I know, they should be primarily in the Second Battlefield …”

Over ten thousand years of martial arts history, the war between two worlds, two civilizations had reached such a stalemate.

The outcome of the war was no longer determined by the victories and casualties in the lower battlefields.

It depended entirely on the confrontations and competitions among the top powerhouses of the two civilizations.

That is, the situation in the Second Battlefield.

The final result … Naturally, they lost.

“No wonder there was the emergence of the Fireseed Program to strive for the birth of a Level 12 powerhouse with all their might. A Level 12 martial artist has the chance to win the Second Battlefield, or at least keep it undefeated?”

Lu Sheng thought deeply, feeling complex emotions.

Even though he knew these things, they were still too far from his reach.

“The strength of a Level 10 martial artist is required to qualify for the Second Battlefield. In the three hundred years of martial arts, the Second Battlefield has yet to be established … It seems irrelevant to me … No, it’s not!”

Lu Sheng suddenly became spirited, his eyes blazing.

“If I can reach Level 11, or even Level 12, within the three hundred years of martial arts, then the people ten thousand years into the future won’t have anything to do. I will directly follow the abyss and kill all the top powerhouses of the other world one by one. The extinction crisis will be completely resolved in the three hundred years of martial arts, by me, Lu Sheng!”

The moment Lu Sheng set this goal in his mind, the gray roulette in his brain slightly trembled, suddenly expanding and becoming more solid and profound.

Lu Sheng’s martial will … strengthened!

“Is it because the goal is now clear?”

Lu Sheng somewhat understood, though he was surprised, he wasn’t too shocked.

Previously, he had reluctantly taken on the burden of being a savior, knowing that becoming stronger in martial arts could save the future martial arts civilization and the human world.

But he didn’t know exactly how to act after becoming strong to truly solve this catastrophe.

Now Lu Sheng understood.

Reach Level 12, enter the Second Battlefield, venture into the other world, and resolve this calamity from its roots.

“How can the matters of the three hundred years of martial arts be delayed until ten thousand years?”

Lu Sheng looked at the zombies wandering on the desolate long street and solemnly said, “Rest assured, my descendants. Ancestor will definitely help you completely solve the crisis, and grant you a millennium of peaceful prosperity …”

…

“Sir!”

Seeing Lu Sheng coming down the stairs, Wang Ye, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, immediately stood up and respectfully saluted him.

“Sit.”

Lu Sheng nodded casually, gesturing for Wang Ye to sit down.

Li Die immediately made tea and brought it over.

“Colonel Wang brought the tea, said you should try it …”

Li Die handed the teacup to Lu Sheng and whispered.

Lu Sheng glanced down, and the teacup contained a few fresh, tender green buds, looking extraordinary, indeed better than what he had tasted before.

“Friends from the Southern Military Region sent it, I brought it for you to taste.”

Wang Ye said modestly.

“Thoughtful.”

Lu Sheng said, feeling quite emotional.

He didn’t expect to reach the point where people sent him special tea leaves, tobacco, and alcohol.

As his father Lu Hai would say – “Unbelievable, the Lu family’s ancestral tomb must be smoking!”

“Sir, the custom-made Level 7 weapon you ordered is ready. I brought it over for you …”

Wang Ye said, taking out a small, exquisite silver box from behind and handing it to Lu Sheng.

“Please take a look, Sir.”

“So soon?”

Lu Sheng was a bit surprised and opened the box casually.

Inside, the box contained the spear, neatly arranged, still in a modular design.

The box even had a special groove, probably for him to place the weapon-head.

“This box is nice; I won’t need to carry a bag when I go out.”

Lu Sheng thought, taking the gun bodies out of the box.

The new spear was a beautiful brilliant golden color, primarily made of Mithril …

The patterns on the spear were denser and more beautiful, not only pleasing to the eye but also enhancing the grip.

Lu Sheng tested it with his spiritual power.

The new spear’s flexibility and hardness far exceeded the previous one.

“It’s not just a typical Level 7 spear; it’s almost at Level 8 …”

Lu Sheng was very satisfied and directly replaced the spear with his old one.

He handed the old spear and the heavily worn Devotion blade wheel to Wang Ye.

“Help me recycle these two weapons, and together with the Mithril ore outside, I want to forge another weapon.”

“Yes.”

Wang Ye nodded without any nonsense and agreed straightforwardly.

After chatting a bit more with him, Wang Ye got up to leave.

“I’ll send you the design later, please take care of it.”