Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 533 Emperor's Ouyang

Chakoro's communication did not elaborate on the content.

But Song Shi could guess that there were only two things: seizing the textile machine, and...
——Psionic Skills: [Emperor’s Osmosis].

The essence of the moon contains the Emperor's fluid, which is shaped like countless olives and thousands of golden threads, which are intertwined and hang down to the human world.

The spiritual art was born from images such as "moonlight" and "Taiyin". It has many magical uses. In its place of origin, the East Land, there are even ancient legends that plants and trees can turn into monsters after absorbing its essence, and foxes and ghosts can show their magical powers after eating it.

There are three reasons why Song Shi is interested in the effectiveness of this psychic skill.

Firstly, Emperor Liujiang possesses a very powerful healing effect. Whenever he was injured before, he would consume fire to withstand it. As the intensity of the battle gradually increased, this method of treatment was too inefficient.

Besides, fire is not something specifically used for healing, and its therapeutic effect is limited. It is more like a stimulant, temporarily concealing injuries.

Secondly, the Emperor's Flowing Liquid can also enhance the holder's spiritual energy reserves to a certain extent. The spiritual energy reserves are indeed only one of the many factors that determine victory or defeat, but it also depends on who uses it.

The third and most critical point.

Song Shixin thought.

I need to borrow the image of the moonlight from Emperor Liujiang to build my own cycle and piece together the second piece of the puzzle on the road to "completeness".

[Heavenly Sun], [Bad Tribulation], [Embers], [Scorched Earth].
In the first three rings of psychic skills, except for a few such as [Sui Shi], all I pursued were the fiercest of the fierce, the most lethal of the lethal. Now, I have to go back and make some corrections.

It’s not that I’m planning to follow the path of “yin and yang complement each other and all things come to life”.

Pure steel that contains no other substances is actually inferior to steel mixed with carbon in terms of strength and hardness; pouring a little ice water on a raging fire will make it burn more vigorously.

——He wanted to use a line of Taiyin from [Emperor Liujiang] to mix with the overall Yang Fire, thereby stimulating the latter and erupting with even more intense killing power!
"Shh, the weather is really hot."

Song Shi walked out of the room. The bright white sun shone brightly, making the air shake and the sky and earth seem like a vast white ocean.

For a fourth-ring psychic, this did not cause any discomfort, but Song Shi followed the local customs and changed into a floral shirt and trousers.

The diffused airflow lifted a corner of his shirt, and Song Shi turned his head. On the hotel's open-air terrace, shadows covered the sky, and a shuttle painted with the Denglan logo slowly descended. The hatch slowly opened with a click, and the refreshing cold air immediately rushed straight to his face.

"We've become rich." Song Shi got on the shuttle and said, "If you dared to drive it before, Fubo Energy would have shot you down with one shot."

"Ah, you're joking." The driver held the control ball in both hands, seemed to be quite excited, turned his neck 180 degrees, and his artificial eye flashed with light: "It's all the sacrifices made by you and other compatriots. Without you, there would be no today."

"Why don't you turn your neck back first." Song Shi couldn't help coughing: "Well, how about we continue to drive the shuttle?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I also have a pair of eyes implanted in the back of my head."

Twenty-five minutes later, the shuttle landed at a base that did not appear on the electronic map.

Someone was already waiting below and quickly stepped forward to lead the way.

Song Shi took a quick look and saw armed men everywhere. The color of their guns was no less brilliant than the sunlight. He then began to sense again, but it was not very effective. A more powerful invisible force silently enveloped the base.

This power does not do anything intentionally; it simply exists and brings about inevitable consequences.

That is the psychic power of Chakoro Vaughan.

“This is the fifth ring.”

Song Shi stopped and stared for a moment before continuing to follow the receptionist. Then he went down.

Amid the sound of friction between steel cables and winches, a high silver-gray steel wall enveloped all directions, rising from the ground, like an abyss with no end in sight - to be more precise, the person at the bottom of the abyss was Song Shi.

They were standing on a mechanical elevator that was rapidly descending.

"This is our newly built military base." The receptionist was a calm middle-aged man. He took the initiative to introduce: "Well, but its main function is not military defense. The positioning here is more like our training base."

"Our main tactical approach at the moment is still special operations. Many new members will receive armed training here, including but not limited to the use of firearms, tactical coordination, prosthetic disassembly, technical identification and other subjects. Well, potential talents from various branches will also go here for intensive training."

"You guys take this place very seriously." Song Shi nodded in a certain direction: "A fourth-ring psychic is here permanently."

As far as he knew, the Enlightened Ones currently had no more than eight fourth-ring psychics. The corporate alliance was large enough, and the Enlightened Ones, who were at a disadvantage, would never have too many combat forces. In this case, they still stationed one of them here.

"We believe it's worth it." The receptionist looked introverted and said in a deep voice: "A steady stream of fresh blood will flow from here."

“So inspiring.”

Song Shi applauded.

Boom! The elevator stopped.

A few minutes later, Song Shi saw Chakoro sitting on an ammunition box.

"I'm still looking for Ogden's invitation letter. You'll have to wait a while if you want to meet him."

Chakoro stared at the glass tube in his hand. Inside the evacuated tube, there seemed to be a silver-yellow cloud that condensed into a solid mass and moved with the rotation of the glass tube.

"The [Emperor's Flowing Juice] you wanted." The next moment, he threw it to the young man.

"You're so generous without even asking?"

Song Shi took a glance and calmly put the money into his pocket.

"I envy you a little bit." Chakoro chuckled, "You can still move forward on the established path. There are precedents to follow. Just follow them step by step."

"Oh?"

"You'll get there one day."

Chakoro picked up a bullet from under him. The brass shell reflected the pale light of the industrial chandelier. "When we reach the fifth ring, the Dao has opened its arms to us and we can get whatever we want. But for us, there are very few things we can use directly. Most of them are just for reference."

"But who can predict the future? Maybe after a few thousand years, our experience will be able to bring a clear path to the fifth ring in the future, just like the lower rings now."

Chakoro gently tossed the bullet and flicked it with his index finger. A big hole appeared in the concrete wall dozens of meters away. Through the cross-section, the worn-out steel bars inside could be seen, and then there was a long-awaited loud noise.

Then, everything turned upside down.

Everything is as before.

Chakoro clapped his hands and jumped down from the ammunition box.

"Want to be the boss of a company, Song Shi?"

(End of this chapter)