I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 442 - 440 [Spiritual Energy Subplot: Heavenly Falling Objects] Completed

Chapter 442: Chapter 440 [Spiritual Energy Subplot: Heavenly Falling Objects] Completed

Swoosh!

A white light flickered, and Chen Ke reappeared in the meeting room.

His dress shoes left several muddy footprints on the polished floor as he stumbled forward a couple of steps before steadying himself.

The conversation in the meeting room immediately quieted down, with everyone turning their gaze to Chen Ke, awaiting his good news.

"Did you complete it?" V immediately asked, even deliberately turning up the volume of the loudspeaker.

"Where’s your coat?" Lear joked with a smile.

Chen Ke had a hard-to-guess expression, a smile that was not quite a smile and seemed a bit puzzled.

"What’s wrong? Come on, spill it!" Li Moyang also stepped forward at this point.

"I... I didn’t kill Wei Tianyang," Chen Ke said.

The light on V’s camera shifted from blue to red, and the fans at his back whirred to life; Chen Ke guessed he was probably about to explode with anger.

"Let me finish!" Chen Ke raised both hands.

Everyone else crossed their arms and watched him.

"The document said that Wei Tianyang became one of the Medicine People, was injected with the Black Medicine from project 091, and after a series of events, he eventually became Shenwei," explained Chen Ke.

"So what did you do?" V inquired.

"I took out 091 and killed the people from the pharmaceutical company," Chen Ke stated.

"Gods cannot be killed, you couldn’t have possibly killed Him!" Lear said.

"I didn’t kill Him; I just sent Him back," Chen Ke stated.

"Sent back?" Li Moyang was taken aback.

"Those things fell from the sky, and I made Him return to a much earlier point in time. The preconditions for Wei Tianyang to become Shenwei have been removed," Chen Ke explained.

The group looked at one another, heavy with skepticism, unsure if this approach would really work.

"Did it work? I don’t feel any different from before," the Sword Cultivator commented.

Chen Ke was also unsure; he had done what was supposed to be done, which should have led to success.

"That’s wrong. This method was never going to work from the start," V suddenly interrupted.

His one eye glowed purple as he multitasked, and another one of his bodies was doing something aboard the spaceship.

"That’s not possible. I have already destroyed the precondition for Wei Tianyang to become Shenwei. There’s no reason or possibility for him to destroy the world now," Chen Ke said.

"You’ve also said that the universe balances paradoxes, right?" Lear pointed out.

Chen Ke looked at Lear, his mouth slightly open, but he didn’t know how to respond. He too began to feel uncertain.

"Is it possible that he is inevitable?" the Sword Cultivator spoke up.

"Inevitable? What do you mean?" Lear asked.

"There’s only one path to enlightenment, but there are thousands of practitioners... there’s always one who will ascend," the Sword Cultivator explained.

"I don’t like where you’re going with this..." Chen Ke disagreed.

"That’s the most pessimistic scenario, Chen Ke. What if the end of the world is inevitable? The prophecy was also written on the stele... if you kill Wei Tianyang, someone else will take his place. You destroyed the precondition for him to become a god, but what if he has another path... could it be?" V suggested.

At that moment, heavy footsteps were heard from behind them all.

Wang Ye walked forward, looking down upon Chen Ke.

"I want to know, why didn’t you kill him?" Wang Ye asked.

"I can’t murder a child who is trying to live his life," Chen Ke said.

"He will turn into the nightmare of the whole world," Wang Ye stated.

"The moment I saw him, he wasn’t one yet," Chen Ke said.

"You say we can’t lose our beast nature. But you never had it," Wang Ye declared.

"We can’t betray our true nature," V stated.

Wang Ye looked at Lear and V, then glanced at Chen Ke and the Sword Cultivator, and turned to leave the conference room.

"Is this guy pissed off?" Lear looked at V and Chen Ke and asked.

"He’s always angry." Chen Ke spread his hands.

"He’s from the same world as Wei Tianyang, yet never actively offers us information. Can we really trust this guy?" V expressed some doubt.

"I’ve seen him fighting alongside others in Fortress City. He’s just been influenced by Black Medicine. I think he was probably similar to Wei Tianyang before he took the medicine," Chen Ke sighed.

"Tell us about him, what was Wei Tianyang like when you saw him... How long did you go for? To us, it seemed like you went in and came out immediately," Li Moyang couldn’t help saying.

"The story isn’t that long... if you want to hear it." Chen Ke said.

...

Pei Guode Hotel.

At night, Yaha was hugging Zhao Ling, curled up asleep on a soft cushion.

Wei Tianyang was lying on his side in bed, resting his head on Baphomet’s waist, reading a thick book.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name.

"We know where Wei Tianyang is, but we cannot say..."

"We can’t treat Wei Tianyang as a threat anymore, we need to avoid provoking him..."

"The only True God... Wei Tianyang, listen to our prayers..."

"No one knows where Wei Tianyang is! If he doesn’t want to be known, then it’s impossible for others to know."

"...Wei Tianyang..."

"Wei Tianyang..."

It was as if people in every corner of the world were discussing him.

Wei Tianyang thought he was hallucinating. He quickly sat up, but he could still hear those voices.

What’s going on?

He began to discern the content of the voices and realized he couldn’t hear complete sentences unless they mentioned his name; then, the sentence would start with his name and the volume would gradually decrease until it disappeared.

Too chaotic... Many people in the world were mentioning his name; from the snippets of conversation, there were secret religious groups gathering in various places, government departments, military personnel, and people from all over the world.

Some held some secret intelligence; others only knew him through media and news, and still, others were simply spreading false rumors about him.

Those voices were mixed together; Wei Tianyang couldn’t even block them out. Along with the thoughts of others, they swarmed in his mind.

"Damn it... What’s going on..." he muttered as he got out of bed and paced beside the headboard, looking puzzled and irritable.

He flicked his fingers at the coffee bean jar, the lid popped open, and a handful of coffee beans flew into his hand. He tilted his head back and shoved all the beans in his mouth, crushing them with his serrated teeth.

Brewing coffee had become a mere amusement. Now, when he wanted caffeine, eating the beans directly was much quicker.

"What’s wrong?" Baphomet noticed something off with Wei Tianyang.

But Wei Tianyang ignored him, just staring blankly out the window.

Is this an ability?

He didn’t recall ever having this power. Could it be from one of the hundreds of abilities he absorbed when he destroyed the Lingxian Sect?

No, this wasn’t an external power; it felt different, more like something innate.

"With horns?!" Baphomet sent a telepathic message while bleating.

Yaha shifted his arm.

Wei Tianyang walked to the window and whooshed out into the air.

He controlled the wind direction, avoiding all air friction, and shot up to the sky at Mach 29, punching a hole through the thick clouds.

When he reached the altitude of satellite orbits, he turned back to overlook the entire Earth.

The voices were still there.

"I can hear... What does this mean?" Wei Tianyang mumbled to himself.