I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 549 - 333: Continent, Descended from the Sky

Chapter 549: Chapter 333: Continent, Descended from the Sky

A radius of five thousand meters, a thickness of two hundred meters of soil layer.

It’s an extremely absurd figure.

In the numerous buildings in human history, very few are measured in kilometers; much less can be said besides the Great Wall.

So when such a thing was floating in the air.

To the ordinary observer, it appeared like a continent drifting in the sky, blocking a vast area of the heavens.

The visual impact brought by it was incredibly exaggerated.

Of course.

At this moment, there were hardly any people here.

Besides three living individuals, the rest had been mercilessly killed by Chen Yun.

And these three people had survived, not because they hid underground but because Chen Yun specifically spared their lives to torment them gradually.

The first among the three.

Naturally, it was Mills Mel, who had hidden in the underground bunker before the entire military base blew up.

Unfortunately.

This underground bunker was indeed deep enough to ignore the violent explosions above, but it was useless against the monstrous Chen Yun.

With his Spiritual Position, Chen Yun directly plucked both the fortress and its occupant.

With the Spiritual Position providing ten tons of force per cubic centimeter, he could easily excavate everything under five thousand meters and send it to space.

So, Mills Mel’s bunker, being only fifty meters deep, was no exception.

Other than Mills Mel.

The other two guys were somewhat interesting.

This military base had three underground layers in total.

The first layer was the bunker where Mills Mel was supposed to withstand the self-destruction of the military base itself, theoretically the base’s only underground layer.

However, there were secret passages leading to the unknown second underground layer where an old man, who seemed like the mastermind, was lying dormant.

Surrounding him was an array of hidden explosives.

And then, the third underground layer was even more concealed.

Here lay a person who was identical to the old man on the second layer.

At this moment.

All of them, along with a vast layer of soil, were flying in the sky, becoming mere toys under Chen Yun’s control via his Spiritual Position.

They had no capacity to resist.

"Interesting."

Chen Yun murmured.

Looking at the special structure of the underground base and the nearly imperceptible paths between each layer.

He understood the idea of the behind-the-scenes mastermind.

The above-ground military base would try to resist Chen Yun.

If it failed, it was highly likely that Chen Yun would stumble upon Mills Mel’s underground layer, and possibly continue exploring downwards.

Then he would discover the so-called mastermind of the second underground layer.

Once this mastermind relied on the ready explosives to blow himself up, even if it didn’t hurt Chen Yun, it would make Chen Yun think everything seemed to have ended.

But in reality.

The second underground layer’s mastermind was just a decoy.

The real mastermind was still deeper, in the most dangerous place, praying for safety.

Hoping to survive when no other measures against Chen Yun worked, capitalizing on the blind spots of human thinking.

This old geezer, having a short life remaining, knew that the protagonist could find people, but ultimately didn’t know enough.

He just made attempts that he deemed useful.

He arranged for a decoy to hide underground and himself below that. Once Chen Yun arrived, the ground military base would fiercely block him, then detonate the explosions along with the underground decoy.

Faking death, to make Chen Yun mistakenly believe they had all perished together.

The plan wasn’t bad.

But it was useless.

Although cautious enough, he ultimately didn’t understand and underestimated superpowers.

Chen Yun’s vast perception ability with a diameter of five thousand meters allowed him to easily see through all the old geezer’s preparations.

Unless the guy could dig directly down to five thousand meters, he couldn’t deceive Chen Yun.

And Chen Yun’s method of dealing with this guy.

Chen Yun directly excavated the entire two hundred meters underground and floated it in the air, rendering the old man’s scheme completely void.

There wasn’t even time for the second underground layer to explode and create a so-called fake death.

Because the entire second and third underground layers were uncovered, and the explosives buried in the second layer were all disarmed.

An absurdly exaggerated strength.

It made all those cautious schemes futile.

Chen Yun silently applied the Dream Entry Ability on Mills Mel and the decoy, letting them experience predefined sets of endless torment in the Dream World.

In the Dream World, Chen Yun was the absolute, supreme deity.

In the slow passage of time.

All these guys could experience were endless torture and mistreatment, which amounted to the most horrifying treatments in the storied history of human punishments.

Having done these.

He then flew in front of this colluding mastermind who had initiated the incident, the old immortal.

At this moment.

The old man lying in a hospital bed was shaking like a sieve, clearly dominated by intense fear gripping his decrepit body.

He wasn’t afraid of flying in the sky.

He was afraid that he and the entire five thousand meters radius of soil were flying in the sky, also afraid that none of his meticulous preparations mattered at all, and even more terrified of the horrific treatment he was about to face.

The old man’s eyes were wide open, his pupils almost shrinking to the size of pinpoints, his aged face drenched in sweat of terror, each droplet reflecting disconcerting light in the sunset’s afterglow.

His body was trembling involuntarily, making the hospital bed creak as if it could disintegrate at any moment in this unnatural state.

His hands were tightly gripping the sheets, his knuckles turning ghastly white from the strain, his nails nearly embedded into the thin fabric, seemingly desperate to cling to any semblance of safety, even if it was utterly meaningless.