A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 294 The Three-Layered City Still Shines

As soon as the sword energy was triggered, Guan Luoyang immediately sensed it.

Although they were separated by hundreds of miles, Guan Luoyang gained some understanding of the several changes in the battle situation through the resonance of their thoughts within the sword energy.

He left those words because he knew that after the Eight Leaves severed the connection with the three Arhats, someone would definitely come out to investigate. So he buried some sword energy to test the other party's methods.

"Judging from the prisoner's impression, the one who came out to investigate should be the Arhat with Heavenly Ears."

"The level of this person's spiritual energy is not very clear to those below. If we convert it into the Reincarnator system, the level he initially showed was only at the level of the initial five-star level. It was extremely difficult for him to withstand the sword energy I had buried. However, later, he suddenly erupted and directly had the power of the high-level five-star level."

"That should be the so-called Indra's divine power blessing state, which is the spiritual energy received and stored in the eight-leaf satellite constellation, which opened a portion of the permissions to the Heavenly Ear Arhat and poured into his body."

Guan Luoyang silently assessed the situation, realizing that the enhancement provided by this technology was indeed extraordinary.

The power that the Heavenly Ear Arhat unleashed after receiving the blessing was clearly far beyond the level that his own realm should be at, yet it was not chaotic at all. It appeared orderly, subtle, and profound, as if he had temporarily possessed the control realm of a five-star high-level power at the same time.

This is likely because the satellite constellation of the Eight Leaves itself has extremely advanced intelligent programs for assistance, and the Heavenly Ear Arhat probably also has a corresponding intelligent chip in his body, which allows him to call upon external power with great precision. This also makes the external blessing have an unfinished aftertaste, and it should be possible to infuse more into it to make the Heavenly Ear Arhat even stronger.

"For a mere Arhat to possess this level of skill, the entire Eight Leaves Sect is truly not to be underestimated. I wonder what level the other forces mentioned in the mission criteria are exactly?"

Guan Luoyang wanted to make sure the few hundred old and young people were settled first, so he could act without any worries. He was piloting the large ship and had already flown away from the mountains, and could see the silhouettes of many tall buildings in the distance.

A line of black dots rose from the edge of the city and arrived in an instant.

It turned out to be dozens of city patrol members riding aircraft, wearing helmets, with most of their faces covered by black lenses.

Guan Luoyang learned a lot of common knowledge about this world from the prisoners' minds. Before the great catastrophe more than fifty years ago, flying machines were already a very common means of transportation, and many different kinds of flying machines had been developed.

Jet backpacks, biplanes, personal propellers, amphibious vehicles...

There are also flying skateboards that cater to the preferences of young people, shaped like a greatsword and allowing them to fly slowly at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour; mount-type flying machines shaped like a Qilin, a pterosaur, or a ram-horned night ghost; flying brooms; and entertainment-type flying machines that look like enlarged versions of anime girls and can carry the user through the air, etc.

Later, during the Great Cataclysm, the climate changed drastically, disasters occurred frequently, the human population was severely damaged, and many industries declined and were abandoned.

After more than 50 years of recuperation, the types of aircraft used by both the military and civilians have become primarily practical, with only a few remaining.

The people in front of you are riding motorcycle-like flying machines. They have a conventional shape and a streamlined design. When riding them, you have to lean forward and lower your body.

The aircraft's chassis resembled a giant sled, without wheels, with a slightly upturned front end, and a faint white light emanating from the entire edge of the chassis.

As the white light intensified, numerous flying motorcycles came to a stop in mid-air, forming a line about forty or fifty meters apart, blocking Guan Luoyang and his group's path.

"We are about to enter the city. Please show your identification and register your vehicle. Otherwise, such a large flying vehicle will definitely trigger the city's radar alarm, or even an air defense attack."

The one who spoke was the captain of the patrol team. In fact, Guan Luoyang and his team had already been detected by scanning fifty kilometers away from the city's border. However, since their flight speed was not too fast and their aircraft did not carry large weapons or equipment, they were not intercepted too early.

However, once they got within ten kilometers, they had to be stopped. This place is adjacent to the Burmese mountain region, and the five cities of Burmese Mountain have not yet officially joined the coalition government. Therefore, aircraft coming from that area should be treated with more caution.

"The five cities of Burma have been occupied by the Eight Leaves army. These people are residents who fled from the city-states."

Guan Luoyang pointed to Xuan Jing lying on the bow of the ship and said, "This person should be a citizen of the United Regime, the branch leader of the Divine Land Brotherhood Society. He was seriously injured and was rescued by us, but he hasn't woken up yet."

The patrol captain seemed quite surprised when he heard the two pieces of news, but he didn't say anything. He just moved closer, took out a scanner, projected a red light, and scanned Xuan Jing.

"It is indeed the head of the Myanmar Mountain branch. Please wait a moment."

The patrol captain flipped the scanner over, brought it close to his mouth, and whispered a few words.

Soon, hundreds of flying motorcycles flew into the city, but none of them approached. They watched from a distance, extremely wary and menacing.

The crowd behind Guan Luoyang stirred slightly.

"Everyone, don't be nervous, we welcome you."

A newly arrived flying motorcycle emerged from the crowd from a high altitude. The rider took off his helmet, smoothed his hair, revealing a young face, and laughed cheerfully.

"My name is Jiang Zisheng. I am in charge of receiving visitors. If you come directly into the city, you will encounter many inconveniences in terms of accommodation and food. We will take you to temporary accommodation, help you settle down, register you, and prepare new identity documents so that it will be easier for you to settle down and find a job."

"If anyone is injured, I will take responsibility for them first."

Jiang Zisheng lifted his long legs and stepped off the motorcycle. He took a few steps in the air as if walking on flat ground, and steadily walked to the bow of the boat.

He saw that Xuan Jing's breathing was steady and his expression was slightly relaxed. He then glanced at the captured Luohan and said with a calm smile, "Are these the only two wounded? Does anyone else have any injuries?"

The crowd whispered among themselves. Ban Yang looked around and answered on their behalf, "There are no other wounded."

Guan Luoyang sized up the young man's appearance and said, "Xuan Jing is a wounded soldier, and the other one is just a prisoner I captured."

"You're the one who saved Xuan Jing, right? Would you please come sit with me over there in the emergency room?"

As soon as Jiang Zisheng finished speaking, Zhang Yamin quickly took two steps closer to Guan Luoyang and said, "Sir..."

"It's alright, they really didn't mean any harm. Please cooperate with the registration. I'll come visit you when I have time."

Guan Luoyang gave a few instructions, then slowly lowered the large ship to the ground, where it crumbled into earth and stones. He then led Xuan Jing and the prisoners away first.

The emergency medical facility wasn't actually located deep within the city; it was situated on the eastern edge of the city, seemingly built specifically for situations like this.

Jiang Zisheng led the way. His flying motorcycle had split open from the center line and extended to both sides. The stretcher in the middle was big enough to hold several people, just like a simple ambulance.

The ambulance moved forward remotely, while Jiang Zisheng flew through the air.

He led Guan Luoyang on a detour around the edge of the city on the way to the hospital, giving Guan Luoyang a better opportunity to observe the city more closely.

The phrase "skyscrapers everywhere" is no exaggeration. At a cursory glance, there are at least hundreds of buildings in the city that are as tall as mountains.

Suspended highways, railway tracks, and bridges weave through numerous high-rise buildings, crisscrossing and covering the entire city.

Most of these suspended tracks are actually 3D projections, which are easily recognizable as colored and slightly transparent, and do not have a physical form.

The purpose of projecting the suspended track is to guide the way for those aircraft, so that they don't fly around randomly and cause inconvenience to traffic management.

As for those suspended tracks with physical structures, they are often stepped, and they are often radiating outwards from the centers of tall buildings.

Around those extremely tall buildings, every few floors, in a certain direction, there are suspended staircases that connect to the surrounding shorter buildings. These tall buildings look splendid from afar, but up close they are actually quite old and dilapidated, showing signs of reinforcement and large areas under construction.

The workers, carrying backpack-like flying machines, flew up and down busily like busy bees.

It's already afternoon, and the numerous suspended tracks, whether projected or in reality, are bustling with traffic and crowds.

From a distance, the entire city appears to be divided into several layers by these suspended tracks.

The ground floor is a city, the air is a metropolis, and there's another layer above.

Although the 3D projection does not block sunlight, the dense shadows of those aircraft are cast downwards, and combined with the shadows of many tall buildings, the sunlight that can directly reach the ground floor of the city is probably less than 30%.

However, when Guan Luoyang looked closely, he found that the city below was not dark at all; soft light shone on every street.

It's not like streetlights, which are easily distinguishable from sunlight. The city lights on the ground are no different from sunlight, shining on the earth and being just as bright and radiant.

Even during the time it took Guan to circle Luoyang, one could vaguely see that the lights in the city on the ground also showed a tendency to adjust their intensity according to the time of day.

People living on the ground go about their leisure activities, busy themselves, and do business. For those who need to move upwards, there are many roads that lead to the upper floors of the city.

"Don't you think it's very different from other city-states?"

Jiang Zisheng said with a smile, "After the catastrophe, the United Government was established. It took more than 50 years to gather the old remnants and newly emerging forces from all over the world. Now, more than 60% of the world's population is under the rule of the United Government."

"The reason we were able to achieve this level of success is not only due to the strength and efforts of the coalition government, but also because the atmosphere in the cities we governed was very different from that of other city-states."

His smile was infectious. "We are not only trying to restore the prosperity of the past step by step, but also eliminating the bad habits of the past. In many ways, we will do better than the so-called most prosperous period in the past."

"People from the five cities of Myanmar used to be swayed by their rulers and wavered, but once they come here, I believe they will quickly adapt, integrate, and come to like this place."

Guan Luoyang said, "It does look quite good, but the five cities of Myanmar have already been occupied by the Eight Leaves. Aren't you worried?"

"I'm not responsible for the fight."

Jiang Zisheng said, "The message has been sent out, and there are naturally people ready to act and prepare for any eventuality. My job is to take good care of you guests, so, what are your names?"

He smiled again. "It's a bit cliché, but sir, you look vaguely familiar to me."

"You look familiar too," Guan Luoyang said. "My name is Guan Luoyang."

Jiang Zisheng frowned, his expression subtly shifting for a moment, before continuing to lead the way as if nothing had happened.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jiang Zisheng took a white coat from a nurse, draped it over his shoulders, and, while holding his mask, said, "Leaving aside the prisoner for now, I've already checked on Xuan Jing's condition."

"Those things you installed on him, although they saved his life, will cause some rejection, which will not be good for his subsequent recovery. We need to ask you to go into the operating room as well, so that we can remove these things first, making it easier for us to operate."

Guan Luoyang was somewhat surprised: "You were the lead surgeon?"

"This hospital, which specifically caters to people from other places, is also part of my job."

Jiang Zisheng put on a mask. "Don't worry, I'm a professional."

They pushed the stretcher into the operating room. The moment they entered, Guan Luoyang felt a layer of subtle light waves sweep over him, seemingly shielding him from dust and eliminating germs.

Inside the operating room, someone had already received the news, and two nurses stood there, each holding a culture medium container.

One jar contains a heart, and the other jar contains half a lung.

Jiang Zisheng placed Xuan Jing on the operating table, first taking two drops of Xuan Jing's blood and dripping them into the two jars respectively.

"Beep! Backup organs A37 and D44 are undergoing genetic transformation for the patient. Please carefully examine the patient's body shape, provide data, and adjust the shape and quality of the backup organs."

Jiang Zisheng raised his hand to Guan Luoyang.

As Guan Luoyang reached out, bright red life fibers emerged from Xuan Jing's body, swirling in the air before returning to Guan Luoyang's clothes, merging into them and transforming into pure white.

What a unique technology!

Jiang Zisheng was somewhat surprised. He quickly stitched up some of Xuan Jing's wounds, then removed two damaged organs from his body and installed two spare organs.

He clearly used psychic powers; the surgery was exceptionally simple and quick.

However, this also made Guan Luoyang realize that the two spare organs were indeed flesh and blood organs, not bionic prosthetics like those of the captured Arhat.

In fact, injuries like Xuan Jing's with damaged heart and lungs are much easier to treat if they are treated with bionic prosthetics.

Could it be that in the field of bionic prosthetics, this united regime's research is inferior to that of the Eight Leaves?

After the surgery was completed, Jiang Zisheng asked Guan Luoyang to sit and rest in the tea room, saying that he needed to fill in the surgical record, and then left.

Guan Luoyang wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely sipped his tea and watched the news projected on the wall.

Jiang Zisheng stopped in the stairwell, rolled up his sleeves, and pressed his wristwatch.

"Connect to the president."

The watch beeped twice, and then there was a response from the other end.

A gentle female voice asked, "Uncle Jiang, how is Xuanjing?"

"I'm relatively stable now, but if it weren't for the kind people I met before, I probably wouldn't have made it through that injury."

Jiang Zisheng shook his head. "A young man who's not even fifty. The branch shouldn't have let him take such a risk back then."

"Never mind, I have something else to tell you. The person who saved Xuan Jing looks exactly like the old president of our club. I can't tell if he has a bionic prosthetic body or not. The key is that his name is the same, and he has remarkable abilities. I suspect that he might actually be."

"The former president?"

After a moment's thought, the person opposite her realized that, apart from her own generation, there was only one president of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society who had no clear record of death.

"The first president, huh? He hasn't left a trace for three centuries. Is it really possible that he'll reappear? Besides, we've had a few troubles lately. The Eight Leaves have occupied five cities in Myanmar. And now this person has appeared. It's too much of a coincidence..."

Jiang Zisheng said, "This is indeed very strange, but what kind of lunatic would want to impersonate someone who has disappeared for three hundred years? This is not how espionage is done."

"I'm only keeping him here at the hospital, not in the city. I've sent some surveillance personnel to keep an eye on him. Bring my grandfather's knife over so we can take a look."

The person on the other end responded.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)