Chapter Eleven: Should We Blow Up the Wall?

In the ancient times, during the peak of the Immortal Realm, whenever a cross-boundary war broke out in the Boundary Sea, it was customary that Immortal Kings fought Immortal Kings, True Immortals fought True Immortals. Higher-level warriors could not bully those of lower realms without reason.

The strong had their own battlefields, and the weak had theirs.

These so-called Dao Soldiers were specially summoned through unique authority tokens, harnessing the power of formidable formation arrays. They were assigned to those skilled in deploying troops and setting up formations, to support the weak, clean up the battlefield, and eliminate miscellaneous enemies.

In this scene, a million Dao Soldiers clad in golden armor, each possessing the might of a Saint King, immediately formed a formation. Golden runic chains blazed forth, completely sealing off the blocky figure. In an orderly fashion, they absorbed the attack formation power from the city walls and assaulted the stupefied blocky body.

Yet, even the towering, immovable spectral images of the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger—whose mere presence could crush a super-galactic cluster—proved powerless against the absolute defense of creation mode. These Dao Soldiers, whose single strikes could shatter planets, inflicted no damage whatsoever.

...

As the familiar Ender Pearl teleportation effect fluttered, purple particles danced and filled the square perspective. The golden-red energy tsunami suddenly vanished.

In its place stood before the blocky figure a grand, seemingly endless city wall.

Creak...

The dazzling golden runic chains stretched taut, emitting a metallic tearing screech, yet they could not budge the blocky body pressed against the wall by even a fraction.

“Ah?” Attracted by the sound, the blocky figure looked left and right, gazing at the golden-armored divine generals encircling him three layers deep inside and out, and excitedly shouted.

“People! It’s been so long since I’ve seen another person! What are your names? Where am I? Is this the Immortal Cultivation World? What is this city? Do I look scary? Were those White Tiger and Vermilion Bird divine beasts? What is the cultivation system here? Can you understand me? Why aren’t you saying anything...”

Trapped in the blocky world for so long without seeing a kindred spirit, the lonely and isolated figure had once nearly gone mad. Now, he babbled excitedly.

But after stammering on for quite some time, he finally noticed something was wrong.

“Huh? Why am I tied up? I’m not a bad person! Why are you binding me? Can’t you just talk to me properly...”

He hurriedly spoke at length again, staring at the golden-armored divine generals, then noticed something strange. “Wait! Why do your faces all look the same? Clones? Or... puppets?”

After struggling to communicate for so long, the identical golden-armored figures still did not utter a single word. Instead, they relentlessly continued their attack, leaving the blocky figure disheartened.

“I thought I could have a nice chat...” he sighed. “I’m out of here.”

With that, he immediately switched to spectator mode, his entire being turning into an intangible shadow, passing straight through the massive golden chains.

Snap!

The golden chains, stretched taut, suddenly lost their target and were flung away at an unimaginable speed, tearing the space open with a black rift and smashing a portion of the golden-armored Dao Soldiers.

Seeing the shattered golden figures and their exposed golden runes, the blocky figure was somewhat disappointed. “Looks like you really are puppets.”

However...

Watching the countless golden puppets frantically searching for him after his sudden disappearance, he grew puzzled.

“Why such a big reaction? Who’s controlling them?”

He felt annoyed. “Did I provoke them? I just arrived here and was immediately attacked by those huge White Tiger and Vermilion Bird, sealed. Then I just slipped away, and now all these golden puppets are after me? What law did I break? Don’t they even want to ask what I’m here for?”

Muttering with some indignation, he said, “Whatever, I’m not dying anytime soon. No point arguing.”

“Luckily, the Ender Pearl didn’t lead me too far astray; I really did arrive at the city wall.”

“But... what is this wall?”

Peering inside the wall through spectator mode, he saw no bricks or strange materials.

Inside was pure runes—so densely packed they induced a feeling akin to trypophobia—countless runes spinning endlessly like gears, forming an impregnable fortress.

“How do I get in now?” he muttered with difficulty.

“Judging by the astronomical scale of this wall’s length, width, and height, its thickness must be enormous. How many years will I have to fly to get through? Should I use the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger technique again?”

He pondered that, judging by what he saw in spectator mode, this so-called wall was likely a formation or something similar.

In other words, just like his previous approach, he could enter the wall via spectator mode, switch to survival mode, dig through a few blocks, then place the Four Symbols Killing Array’s rune chains within to probably blow this thing up.

But...

“Wouldn’t that offend someone too much?” he murmured to himself. “I was mysteriously sealed, and I managed to break free by myself, which seems reasonable.”

“And these golden-armored figures, if they’re puppets, seem rather dim-witted. Probably autonomous puppets without anyone controlling them.”

“But if I deliberately blow up their wall, might I accidentally kill some ordinary residents?”

Despite being attacked immediately upon arrival by a gargantuan White Tiger and a moon-sized Vermilion Bird—any normal person would be dead by now—this was a massive city. Even in an Immortal Cultivation World, it surely housed more than just a few inhabitants.

If the wall’s destruction killed those who ordered the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird to attack him, he’d be quite pleased.

But if innocent people died from the blast wave, he’d feel guilty for a long time.

“Even if no ordinary resident dies...” staring at the vast, boundless wall, he felt puzzled.

“If this really is an Immortal Cultivation World, what kind of enemy requires such an astronomically scaled wall for defense? If I blow up this wall and the enemy it’s protecting discovers it, won’t they immediately launch an attack and trigger a war?”

“How many people would die if a war broke out?”

After some thought, he instinctively shook his blocky head.

“Forget it, I’ll try the main gate first. If I accidentally start a war, I’ll feel awful.”

“But... how do I get to the main gate?”