The leaders of the two major forces gazed into the void before them, a swirling abyss filled with heart-stopping power.
"Mandala's primal genes combined with perfect artificial clone cells. Either of these can grant near immortality to anyone, but, on the other hand, both are unique, irreplaceable."
The man in the shadows, puffing on a Cuban cigar, seemed hesitant.
"They are both products of technology. If they are lost, we can recreate and extract them. The technology is still in our hands, isn't it?" Dr. William's voice was hoarse. "You can't possibly wait until that brat attacks before making a decision, can you?"
"It's truly shocking that the brat could eliminate Zhang Liang, but is he really worth us deploying our ultimate weapon?"
"Without life, everything is futile. I've verified it; our Gray Wolf Base's terminal database was damaged by this guy. I believe that if we lose 'Huang,' finding another host capable of containing the elemental origin energy cores will be incredibly difficult, and the Mandala gene will also stagnate."
Dr. William paused, as if observing the changes in the man beside him. However, the man remained as calm as a still lake, sneering, "If Ren Yuanhao is allowed to destroy 'Huang,' do you think your 'Land of God's Silence' will remain so safe?"
As the two argued, a chilling murderous aura and the scent of blood emanated from the black void. A voice, cold to the bone, struck their skulls like a great bell.
"Does this even need consideration? Once the future threat is eliminated, you can research to your heart's content. If you insist on hoarding your self-proclaimed rare resources, fine. I can take down that bastard Ren Yuanhao myself!"
Jiang Cheng's voice was laced with chilling fury.
"Don't push yourself. You've fought him before; you know his capabilities better than we do. Impulsiveness is not courage!"
Dr. William's tone was forceful.
"Heh, I believe Ren Yuanhao will be here by tomorrow. Oh no, perhaps tonight. If you think that's too long, keep discussing. I'm going to take a nap, alright?"
Jiang Cheng was growing impatient.
His goal was simple: revenge. If he didn't crush Ren Yuanhao into oblivion, he would live in his shadow forever.
"Huang, don't you just want revenge? There are many ways to seek revenge, but you've chosen the most primitive and cheapest method."
The man in the shadows continued to speak indifferently.
"Then tell me, what is high-class revenge?"
"It's naturally the kind of revenge that can continuously excite you."
"How so?" Jiang Cheng seemed interested.
"It's to make him feel a helpless despair, a despair that plunges him deeper layer by layer."
Jiang Cheng sneered, "It seems Uncle already has a plan?"
"Of course. While you undergo your Divine Revelation, I will utilize all of Lionheart Group's ultimate power to handle everything. Then, you just wait to reap the rewards and excitement."
With the man's words, Dr. William could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Once the Divine Revelation plan was initiated, Ren Yuanhao's fate was sealed.
At least, that's what they believed.
...
By now, the sky had darkened. In a remote village in Aishen City, Ren Yuanhao's parents were sitting under the eaves, discussing their son.
"My dear, that rascal hasn't been in touch for a long time. His phone is also unreachable. Could it be~"
"No, didn't Miss Xin'er visit yesterday? She said Ren Yuanhao was doing something important and couldn't be disturbed."
"What exactly is that rascal up to, to disregard his own parents? When he returns next time, I must teach him a good lesson~"
As soon as he finished speaking, a helicopter hovered directly above their house, and a descent ladder lowered. Two men in black tactical gear glared at the elderly couple without a word. The couple promptly fainted and were forcibly taken away.
Simultaneously, Zhang Yingfang was also taken away using the same method from the rented room where Ren Yuanhao used to live.
Those who had deep connections with Ren Yuanhao were all captured and taken to a single location within half an hour. A grand revenge performance was entering its final countdown.
...
Ren Yuanhao was still practicing the Dugu Nine Swords in his dream.
This sword technique was far more difficult to master than he had imagined, with its bizarre and unprecedented moves. He had been practicing in his dream for twenty to thirty hours, yet still hadn't grasped the core essence.
After all, in the television series, even a character like Linghu Chong, under the direct guidance and demonstration of Feng Qingyang, only learned a few moves overnight. Ren Yuanhao, on the other hand, had to rely on memorizing incantations and mental techniques to visualize the moves, making the difficulty unimaginable.
"Kid, if what you said is true, and those so-called Divine Revelation plan people possess the Sword of Sparta, then focus all your efforts on practicing the Breaking Sword style. Don't rush with the other moves."
"When I, Ren Yuanhao, practice moves, I never want to do it haphazardly. If I can't learn it, then I'm not truly Ren Yuan!"
Ren Yuanhao continuously stimulated himself with his internal energy, his sword qi crisscrossing, already creating quite a momentum. The incantations were clear in his heart; he was now only missing the catalyst for mastery, a moment of enlightenment. And between enlightenment and non-enlightenment, there was a chasm separating the power and momentum of his moves.
In the blink of an eye, several dozen more hours passed. In the real world, the east was beginning to show the pale light of dawn.
The old man's support for the dream had reached its limit, and the entire dream shattered with a roar.
Ren Yuanhao felt as if he were being pulled by a giant vortex, rapidly returning to the real world.
"Senior?"
As Ren Yuanhao opened his eyes, he saw the old man still sitting cross-legged, his head bowed. His previously robust figure now resembled a withered tree, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant, on the brink of death, with only waiting left.
"Senior?"
Ren Yuanhao called out again. Only then did the old man slowly open his eyes.
"Stop calling. This old man hasn't sustained such a long dream for a very long time. However, I still didn't hold on until you completely comprehended the Dugu Nine Swords."
Ren Yuanhao stood up and bowed respectfully, replying, "Old senior, thank you for all you have done for me. I, Ren Yuanhao, am eternally grateful."
"Forget it. This wasn't entirely for you; it was also for this chaotic world. Consider it this old man's last contribution."
The old man kept his head lowered, speaking feebly. It seemed that sustaining such a long dream had depleted almost all of his strength.
Seeing this, Ren Yuanhao thought of the illusion constructed by the system's young lady, where the time ratio was even more exaggerated. How much effort must that have required from the system's young lady?