After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

142 degrees east longitude, 35 degrees north latitude. High seas of the Pacific Ocean.

Black, gigantic waves rolled across the sea. The 500-meter-long nuclear-powered mothership USS Poseidon remained steadily afloat in the eye of the storm. This steel behemoth, clad in the shell of a deep-sea drilling platform, is the mobile headquarters of the S.H.I.E.L.D. in Asia.

In the top-tier observation deck on the bridge, Smith held a half-empty glass of bourbon, staring at the ultra-high-definition pressure-resistant screen on the wall.

The screen shows a blood-red altar seven thousand meters underwater.

He swallowed a mouthful of wine, the spicy sensation sliding down his esophagus into his stomach. If that idiot Richard could just bring back that little girl's Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow and complete the final piece of the altar, the Shield Consortium could obtain the perfect-level gene-jumping technology promised by the Blood River Sect.

Once the technology is acquired, the Asian region will monopolize the global market share of longevity drugs. At that point, the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance and the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals in China won't even be qualified to be watchdogs for conglomerates.

The piercing air raid siren sounded without warning.

Smith's glass wobbled. The amber liquid spilled onto the expensive handmade wool carpet.

The radar chief scrambled through the hatch. He'd even lost his military cap, his face was pale, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

"Executive! A high-dimensional space collapse reaction has occurred directly above the mothership! Radar lock..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The bulletproof glass of the entire observation deck shattered with a deafening roar.

A gust of wind, carrying the salty smell of seawater, rushed in. Smith was forced to press himself tightly against the bulkhead by the gust. His stomach churned unexpectedly, and he instinctively bit his lower lip hard, a distinct taste of blood rising in his mouth.

A black spatial rift was forcibly torn open a dozen meters directly above the mothership's deck.

Lu Yuan stepped out from the void.

He didn't even glance at this war behemoth that cost tens of billions of US dollars to build. The pressure of his Mahayana stage cultivation directly locked onto an area of ​​ten nautical miles.

There are no fancy moves. There is no external projection of true energy.

A 500-meter-long nuclear-powered mothership. A dull cracking sound came from its keel.

The ship's hull was folded directly in half. Under Lu Yuan's oppressive aura, tens of thousands of tons of special steel were barely more sturdy than a thin layer of cling film.

The hundreds of fully armed mercenaries on the deck were deprived of even the strength to scream. Their chests collapsed inward under the immense pressure, their ribs piercing their lungs. Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from their mouths.

The last thing Smith saw reflected on his retina was the extremely cold face of the young man in the black windbreaker.

He didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

His internal organs were instantly crushed into a lump of flesh by an invisible pressure. His eyeballs ejected directly from their sockets. Smith's body became a thin blood cake stuck to the cabin wall.

The entire mothership was nothing more than a smashed piece of scrap metal. In less than five seconds, it vanished completely from the black sea. Only a huge whirlpool remained, still bubbling with pale white foam.

Seven thousand meters below the seabed. The Guixu Altar.

The water pressure here is enough to crush a main battle tank into a solid iron ball.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. constructed a hemispherical shield with a diameter of 200 meters using special polymer materials. Inside the shield was the skeleton of a colossal dragon, over 100 meters long.

Embedded in the ribcage of the skeleton was a fragment of the Guixu Boundary Stone, about the size of a watermelon.

Seven or eight researchers in white coats are proofreading data.

The red light on the main control panel suddenly started flashing wildly.

"Signal lost from surface carrier! Pressure sensor out of range!"

A researcher had just uttered those words when his gaze swept across the deep sea directly in front of the isolation barrier, and his entire spine emitted a cracking sound as if it were about to dislocate.

A figure appeared in the deep sea.

There were no diving suits. There were no deep-sea submersibles.

Lu Yuan stood there at a depth of seven thousand meters on the seabed. The water pressure around him was enough to crush steel, but it couldn't even press down the corner of his down jacket.

Lu Yuan raised his hand. He gently tapped the polymer pressure-resistant layer of the isolation shield with his index finger.

The protective shield, which was supposed to withstand the aftershocks of a nuclear bomb, shattered into tens of millions of tiny fragments the size of fingernails.

Seawater overflowed.

The researchers didn't even have time to react. In an instant, the terrifying water pressure turned them into a layer of red paint that stuck to the base of the altar. Their bones and internal organs were violently crushed into minced meat, which dissolved into the surrounding seawater.

Lu Yuan walked to the center of the altar.

His Mahayana-stage physical body moved with ease on the seabed. He kicked aside a piece of rotten flesh at his feet and his gaze fell on the broken wooden plaque floating above the boundary stone.

The wooden plaque was engraved with the totem of the Blood River Sect of the Sirius Star Region. It was emanating a strong aura of death.

Lu Yuan looked at the altar at his feet, which was covered with array patterns.

"Take the bone of a Nascent Soul stage dragon and pair it with this kind of trash array pattern that even the outer sect's dung-collecting servants wouldn't use."

His facial muscles twitched, and his voice, enveloped in true energy, penetrated the water.

"No wonder they used the essence of living people to fill it. A bunch of useless trash who can't even set up a spirit-gathering array."

The wooden sign began to shake violently.

A divine thought, transcending galaxies, descended along the wooden plaque. The red light illuminated the surrounding dark seawater.

"Earth natives. How dare you destroy my altar of guidance!"

His voice was loud and cold, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

The avatar of the seventh elder of the Blood River Sect.

The seawater began to surge backward. A gigantic phantom formed from condensed blood took shape above the altar. Although suppressed by the Earth's laws of severing all connections, this phantom still emanated energy fluctuations far exceeding those of Earth's divine realm.

Lu Yuan stood still. He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Sending a fragment of my spirit across dimensions. I still have to rely on Earth's dragon veins to survive."

Lu Yuan opened his right hand. The aura of the Nine-Colored Star Domain's origin flashed through his palm.

"I'm in a bad mood today. I don't have time to play house with you."

Lu Yuan formed his five fingers into a claw and squeezed hard at the blood-red phantom.

The laws of Earth resonated at this moment. Lu Yuan, using his spatial control abilities from the Mahayana stage, directly locked down the void surrounding the demigod. This was not a contest between two dimensions.

The blood-red phantom let out an angry roar.

"How dare you! My true form is..."

boom!

Lu Yuan closed his fingers.

That arrogant distraction was instantly crushed into a lifeless cloud of blood mist.

The wooden sign let out a mournful cry as a deep crack appeared on its surface.

In the Sirius star system, countless light-years away, deep within the Blood River Sect.

The Seventh Elder, who was in seclusion, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. The jade tablet enshrined before him shattered into pieces on the ground with a crack.

Ocean floor.

Lu Yuan reached his hand into the still-lingering blood mist. His Mahayana stage true essence circulated in reverse.

"Since we're already here, why not leave without leaving something behind?"

Following the remaining interdimensional coordinates, he directly drew back a large amount of pure star field spiritual energy. This spiritual energy far exceeded the current concentration of spiritual energy on Earth, and Lu Yuan forcibly compressed it into a ball of light, stuffing it into his Nine Heavens Storage Ring.

The wooden sign was completely reduced to dust.

Lu Yuan walked up to the dragon's skeleton. This thing would be good for making soup to cleanse his sister's marrow, or perhaps for repairing magical artifacts later. With a flick of his sleeve, the hundreds-of-meters-long skeleton, along with the fragment of the Returning Void Boundary Stone, was swept into a corner of his storage ring.

The altar lost its key point and began to collapse on a large scale.

The forcibly suppressed underwater dragon vein emitted a muffled roar. The raging underground energy, now unrestrained, burst through the earth's crust.

A massive undersea earthquake, powerful enough to engulf half of the Pacific Ocean, is brewing.

Lu Yuan ignored the earth-shaking tremors beneath his feet. He was preparing to tear through space to return to the capital.

Inside the storage ring, the tortoise shell, which had been obtained from the Sun family, a branch of the Kunlun clan, suddenly emitted a strange buzzing sound.

The patterns on the surface of the tortoise shell lit up.

It doesn't point to abandoned coordinates in the Sirius star system, but rather to due south.

The southernmost point of the Earth.

Antarctic glaciers.

Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks. Following the guidance of the tortoise shell, his Mahayana-stage divine sense pierced through seven thousand meters of seawater and spread wildly southward.

He saw it.

Those idiots at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Consortium. Building an altar on the high seas wasn't for welcoming the Blood River Sect's leader at all. It was just a power transfer station.

The actual receiving end is located 10,000 meters below the Antarctic glacier.

The skeleton of an ancient demon is greedily absorbing the energy from the earth's veins released by the recent massive earthquake. The surrounding millennia-old ice layer, thousands of meters thick, has begun to melt.

Lu Yuan threw the tortoise shell back into his storage ring.

He understood. The scheme orchestrated by the Sirius Star System on Earth was far more complex than simply winning over a few powerful clans and conglomerates. They intended to ignite Earth's ancient seal as a powder keg.

"They beat up the young ones, now it's the old ones. They've even dug up the ashes of our ancestors."

The seawater around Lu Yuan was pushed aside by the violent true essence, directly forming a vacuum channel on the seabed leading to the surface.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the capital of China.

Although half of the mess at the Tianjian Bureau headquarters has been cleared up, the Wang and Ye families are not all dead. Even if Old Li's internal guards were to clean up the mess, they wouldn't be able to completely eradicate the filth buried underground.

Lu Yuan stepped onto the steps of the vacuum passage.

"First, clean the floor at home thoroughly. Then go to Antarctica to dig up the grave."

The black spatial rift opened once more above the sea. Lu Yuan's figure disappeared into the depths of the rift.

Only the churning Pacific Ocean below continues to record the one-sided massacre that just occurred.