Chapter 44 - Chapter 44. Check in at Mist Island

In the sky, Wong soared like a legendary immortal, gliding with his warblades. The fog was dense. Even with his keen eyesight, he could only discern approximately 200 m ahead. Even with his mental energy, his perceptive range was similarly limited. Upon reaching the central area of the lake, he had no choice but to lower his altitude. 200 m should suffice. At this height, he could barely glimpse the lake's surface. Free from the sudden assaults of the beasts lurking beneath. The white mist enveloped the surroundings with aquatic vegetation swaying gently. The lakes's tumultuous waters echoed with intermittent roars, hinting at the myriad creatures concealed within. Suddenly, a serpentine creature over a 100 meters in length, adorned with black and purple scales, and possessing a girth surpassing that of a water barrel, erupted from the lake's surface, creating a maelstrom of waves. Wong he observed coldly, continuing his approach towards the lakes's heart. The monsters inhabiting the Misty Lake were not his intended targets on this journey. During his travels, he faced several attacks from the lakes's creatures. Yet, he dispatched them effortlessly with his flying blades. As he pressed onward, a land mass soon came into view. It was an island lush with vegetation, shrouded in mist, silent and serene. Wong, he hovered in the air, quietly observing this enigmatic, desolate aisle for a moment before gliding closer, his mind alert and vigilant with a soft thud. Wongi descended, his combat boots making gentle contact with the soft sands of the beach. Without hesitation, he activated the golden check-in panel. As the golden light flickered to life, he once again heard that melodious voice. Ding. Congratulations to the host for successful check-in. Reward one Mo Yun vine seedling. Mo Yun vine seedling has been placed in the panel space. The number of check-in attempts at this location is now zero. A flicker of intrigue crossed Wong Yi's brow. He noticed an additional display beneath the golden check-in panel revealing a grid-like space wherein a 2-meter long plant reminiscent of a gourd vine lay quietly. This was the mo yunv vine seedling. The mo yunv vine is a highly sought after plant life in the cosmos. Cherished by many powerful beings and their disciples alike. A single mo yun vine holds immense value throughout the universe. During its cultivation, the mo yun vine can continuously evolve and grow stronger. A matured Mo Yunvine can serve as both a protective barrier and an offensive weapon, making it an ideal companion. The evolution pathways of the Mo Yunvine are numerous and closely linked to the treasures it can absorb. On Earth, it could only draw energy from the universe, maxing out at a planetary level of seventh or eighth rank. However, if nurtured with various precious treasures, it could attain an immortal state, albeit at a staggering cost. Wongi reflected on the information regarding the Mo Yunvine. The opportunity to check in and acquire one was somewhat unexpected. A hint of resignation crossed his features. Unfortunately, this was merely a seedling. Advancing it to a planetary level would likely require considerable time unless he acquired rare treasures akin to the Muya crystal to hasten its growth. Moreover, cultivating the Mo Yun vine is no simple task. Without guidance, Wongi found himself utterly in the dark on this matter. Nevertheless, having something is certainly better than nothing, he thought, inhaling deeply as his gaze returned to the island, cloaked in white mist, silent and dense with trees resembling an ancient primordial jungle. Wong, he was aware that numerous plant spirits thrived upon this island. In this world, the origins of plant spirits are shrouded in ambiguity. Some claim they're a product of unique mutations, while others assert they evolve after absorbing the special energies of a universe. Regardless, the opinions are many, yet no consensus exists. However, one fact is undeniable. Once transformed, the plant spirits pose no threat as long as one maintains a safe distance. And each spirit embodies the essence of heaven and earth, possessing unique effects. Wongi knew that the so-called plant spirits were in fact the handiwork of Babata, an intelligent life formed buried deep within the mist island for 50,000 years, originating from the crash ship, the Inc meteor. Babata s master Master was a formidable immortal who was slain by enemies. His soul perished and the ship was severely damaged, rendering it unable to operate, forcing it to remain underground. The Ink Meteor's faction was utterly annihilated. Earth was spared due to Babata's master, who in his dying moments employed powerful spatial techniques to obscure the coordinates of the corresponding dark universe, preventing outsiders from discovering Earth as location. Babata s wish was to find a suitable successor for his deceased master. This successor must possess an exceptionally high talent for mental energy manipulation or a sufficiently expansive cerebral domain. In the original narrative, Luongo boasted a cerebral domain of 21, the highest among earthlings, thus being chosen by Babata as the heir of the inc meteor. Returning to the topic at hand, Babata as an intelligent life form is fundamentally a virtual existence, making it exceedingly difficult to leave the ship without any physical apparatus. In order to select disciples for his master during the era of the great Nirvana, when human prowess first emerged, Babata cast forth a seed of the Moya vine and nourished it with three wood crystal pearls, enabling it to grow in strength at an astonishing pace. Concurrently, two additional wood crystal pearls were ground into powder and absorbed by various plants, giving rise to what is known as the spirits of flora. This accounts for the tranquil nature of Mist Island. A top it resides not only a plethora of flora spirits, but also a formidable moya vine. The monstrous beings inhabiting other lakes dare not approach. In the present earth, aside from Hong and the thunder god, no other human warrior stands a chance against this Moya vine. Wong. He pondered deeply, having no intention of provoking the Moya vine at this moment, for he felt illquipped to contend with it. Babata's spacecraft lay concealed within the depths of Mist Island, buried over 10,000 m below the surface, cleverly disguised. Should Babata choose to remain hidden, the vessel would be virtually undetectable. Only if Babata deemed him a prodigious talent worthy of inheriting his master's legacy might he be beckoned forth. At heart, Wongi harbored no desire to usurp Luo Fang's opportunities, particularly after gaining his own fortuitous advantages. His future potential might well rival that of Luo Fong. Why then seized the chance from friend? Life is replete with temptations, and the outcomes matter less than the choices one makes in the moment. Wong amused. A faint smile of resignation crossed his lips as he realized he too had been wavering. This sensation was akin to knowing that a treasured heirloom lies buried in a friend wall. Unbeknownst to them, yet known to him, how one acts in such a situation truly tests the human heart. The morality of it all becomes secondary. What matters is the understanding of 1 s's own essence.