Chapter 93: Lan Yi Is Also Excrement

A nuclear bomb equivalent to fifteen thousand tons of TNT was detonated.

This plutonium-loaded nuclear bomb was not particularly powerful.

But it had one distinctive feature.

It was detonated almost at zero distance from Lan Yi.

Among psychic cultivators, there is a saying: “A particle cannon from afar is not as terrifying as an explosive charge nearby.” While this is a jest at some cultivators’ fragile bodies, it also contains a certain battlefield survival principle.

The plutonium bomb detonated in Lan Yi’s hands.

After triggering a super-boundary chain reaction, the blinding light it produced could blind a person in one ten-thousandth of a second, and in the next ten-thousandth of a second, the terrifying light radiation could vaporize all carbon-based tissue!

“To truly master nuclear weapons, one must personally journey to the nuclear explosion’s core. The core of the Great Daoist Ivan’s technique should be there.”

Leaving behind these words, Lan Yi resolutely chose to thrust his body into the heart of the nuclear blast!

Purely relying on bodily reflexes to observe, Lan Yi realized the bomb had exploded while his entire body was already activating protective Daoist arts led by “Azure Splendor,” amidst the combined assault of light radiation, shockwaves, intense heat burns, reflective damage, and particle flows. The “Electric Web” was dancing gleefully, “Flashing Spirit” alerted every inch of his body to injury, “Dao Turn” and “Void Realm” feasted, and the psychic furnace was urgently ingesting magnetic psychic energy, transforming his innate primal qi into a structure better adapted to this extreme environment!

Without controlled operation, the protective Daoist arts would last only thirty seconds.

After thirty seconds, the life cluster would begin to collapse, and the primal qi would be forced into combustion.

After thirty-five seconds, irreversible bodily damage would occur.

By fifty seconds, death would follow.

At this moment, Lan Yi was naked, with only a bracelet on his wrist. His perfect physique glowed faintly, lines of Daoist rhythm flickering across his body.

“What a... miraculous feeling,” he murmured, experiencing sensations that had eluded him in past lives.

Twenty seconds had already passed.

Without deploying the high-energy crystal on his back, the psychic furnace was nearly drained.

“Leader of the Northern Demon Sect, how did you manage this? The psychic furnace? The life cluster? Daoist arts? Martial skill? The mystic forms? Void cultivation?”

Seemingly unaware that “Azure Splendor” was collapsing, “Electric Web” was overheating and beginning to burn the body, and “Earth Fiend” was linking with the ground, Lan Yi sighed softly. It was frustrating—the only difference was a thin veil, yet this Daoist art could not be perfected.

But even if the genuine Great Ivan’s 9,999-link sequence was unattainable,

By borrowing Daoist materials from the main world,

He could still unleash a similar ultra-powerful Daoist art.

In the truest sense, a super·Daoist art!

At the thirtieth second!

At the center of the nuclear blast, Lan Yi suddenly reached out his hand. Without any psychic fluctuation, he grasped at nothing, yet it seemed as if he had seized everything within the blast!

Northern Demon Sect Daoist Art: Great Ivan (Imitation)!

Simultaneously, within the secure bunker—

“Failed again?” Si Lingluo bit her crimson lip lightly, watching the mushroom cloud rising from the light radiation with deep concern in her beautiful eyes behind the observation lens.

When a man suffers too many setbacks, his temperament can easily veer into extremes.

“There’s a change!” Li Wanzhou suddenly jumped, her slender waist highlighted beneath a white tank top, pointing toward the bunker’s observation window.

Through the window, everyone could clearly see with the naked eye.

Normally, after detonation, the nuclear bomb would shine as brightly as the noon sun, with its continuous light radiation and terrifying heat lasting a long time, eventually dissipating excess power into the atmosphere along with the mushroom cloud.

But at this moment,

It was as if a mischievous sun had briefly appeared, then suddenly tired and retreated. The massive, fiercely burning plasma dimmed abruptly, vanishing so swiftly that an eerie visual contrast between extreme brightness and darkness was created—as if the nuclear blast had been forcibly erased from sight.

What had happened?

Only a few psychic cultivators realized that Lan Yi had succeeded.

“He succeeded...” Ji Ning inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a long while.

Because he knew the truly earth-shattering events were yet to come.

“You’ve been watching the sky for so long; it’s time to change your perspective.”

The sudden surge and plunge of light radiation formed a dark zone akin to a demon king’s halo, encircling Lan Yi’s side. What was once a raging, furious plasma of intense light and heat now behaved like a docile dragon, flowing smoothly in the Daoist spatial cycle, spewing a halo of light from the gap in his palm aimed at the sky, visible light bubbles swelling and fading.

No sound, no warning.

By the time those a hundred kilometers away reacted,

A line of light, incredibly thin to their eyes, had already pierced the heavens and earth!

This slender thread broke through the troposphere and stratosphere, pierced the mesosphere and thermosphere, and finally reached the exosphere’s outer space! Like a god-slaying spear, traveling at an unbelievable speed, it reached suborbital altitude before exhausting its energy, dispersing explosively into an ionized magnetic storm.

Almost the entire Eurasian continent, day or night, saw a bright but not dazzling flower bloom on the distant horizon. This magnetic storm flower lasted several minutes before slowly dissipating.

Coincidentally, nearby spy satellites suffered EMP strikes.

He now possessed the means to threaten outer space.

The senior leaders of the Oceanic Civilization, spying on the “Old Demon” Lan in the northwestern desert, were collectively speechless. Even as reincarnators, they felt a profound helplessness at this moment.

They longed to approach Lan Yi and say, “Everyone else is slowing down; can you slow down too?”

Watching others run faster and steadier while their own efforts fell short, these men from Wall Street, the Pentagon, the Academy of Sciences, think tanks, and the future’s terminal operators felt a complex mix of emotions beyond words.

That controllable fire—

Lan Yi had successfully harvested and planted it at the nuclear blast’s core.

From this moment onward,

Even perverse beings like the Golden Lion or the Evil God race cannot casually roam amidst nuclear blasts. When the dispersed, violently released nuclear power is grasped with immense will, wisdom, and courage, even so-called gods must tremble before that god-slaying spear!

Naked, Lan Yi resembled a mythic hero who had completed a god-slaying epic.

His spear pierced the horizon.

It also thoroughly extinguished the Oceanic Civilization’s previously immortal ambitions. All plans targeting him were halted, and their connections with the traitors fleeing to the River Civilization were decisively severed.

At least until the next trial,

No psychic cultivator in the main world would dare to face Lan Yi’s blade.

Detonating nuclear bombs is exhilarating for a moment, but endlessly detonating them is pure bliss!

“My divine skill has reached fruition; it’s time to slay demons and exterminate monsters.” After returning to the bunker, undergoing cleansing liquid washes, drying off, and donning a white lab coat, Lan Yi’s robe fluttered as he spoke, nearly causing the gathered celebrants to burst out laughing.

He was a little addicted.

Hundreds of various nuclear bombs lay within the Daoist spatial pocket.

A man’s joy is like a child with firecrackers—he just can’t resist setting them off. The far south stinks to high heaven; this is Lan Yi’s current happy den. He was already eager to start cleaning up the inhuman breeds.

“Commander, double congratulations.” Ji Ning, seeing Lan Yi in good spirits, added a flourish.

“Oh? And what’s the other congratulations about?”

Taking the inner lining handed by Si Lingluo, Lan Yi already had a suspicion.

“The Tianhai Passage is gradually stabilizing. If you hurry, maybe you can take a stroll in the far south and catch the gate opening on your return.”

This was indeed good news.

Artificial Divine Realm 1909 was the favorite world of psychic cultivators.

Not strong enough, underdeveloped industry, abundant life clusters, completed martial enlightenment, and the home turf of the River Civilization. Psychic cultivators entering there could easily harvest and trade life clusters.

Moreover, exchanging mature industrial products for Daoist materials, increasing investment to establish outer space laboratories that the main world had no room for, recruiting talents and cultivating Daoist teams, and promoting mature mystic form warriors as conquerors were also excellent options.

It was a win-win.

Other psychic cultivators might win once, but the Old Demon Lan won twice.

Because whether short or long term, as long as it’s not plundering, trading martial arts and Daoist arts promotes the development of the Artificial Divine Realm. As owners, this was a guaranteed profit.

Of course,

Without absolute confidence and strength, trades could easily become plunder or rebellion.

Glancing at the file synced with him showing an unknown disturbance source, Lan Yi reminded,

“This is indeed good news. Have Zhang Shouzheng and Jian Ziyue keep a close watch. It’s okay to be a bit impatient about opening the gate, but make sure to understand the situation there fully before making arrangements.”

“Rest assured, they are well experienced.”

As reincarnators, if someone is a companion rather than an enemy, they can usually be trusted.

No need to worry about major slip-ups.

Reincarnators had seen countless storms; their knowledge and experience handling various emergencies was the most precious asset from a developmental perspective.

“I need to rest for an hour. I’ll return to Tianhai in an hour.”

Once Lan Yi said this, everyone wisely lowered their voices.

The secure bunker had many rooms. After his intense nuclear blast surfing and bodily venture into the core, both his mind and body needed proper rest.

Si Lingluo, remembering her duties, was about to follow Lan Yi.

But a square-jawed soldier suddenly smiled and blocked her way.

“Supervisor Si, we can’t do without you here. Commander Lan Yi’s data model is top secret; it’s best you handle it.”

“All right.”

Si Lingluo agreed, thinking it was only proper. She didn’t notice that as she was stopped, the boyish woman she thought sneaky was already trailing Lan Yi under many people's encouraging gazes.

Ji Ning pushed up his glasses; he had seen it but said nothing.

He was pleased.

No one wanted the last remnants of the Old Demon Lan’s humanity to be held by a tool, even if that tool was extremely compassionate and saintly. Although she might not preserve Lan Yi’s humanity, undeniably, her presence softened his cold aura somewhat.

Tiptoeing stealthily, like a mischievous dog,

Li Wanzhou fully utilized her warrior talents.

Sneaking quietly behind Lan Yi.

Then, rounding a corner, the tall tomboy suddenly blacked out and almost collided silently into Lan Yi’s steady embrace; her nose grazed his strong, well-defined abs.

While violently swaying to maintain balance, Li Wanzhou displayed a supermodel figure worthy of a Playboy cover.

“You ought to be more open about it,” Lan Yi’s eyes lowered, unreadable in expression.

“That way, I’d have a proper reason to be with you?” Li Wanzhou crossed her arms, neither shy nor brazen, but curiously earnest.

As if shyness were a foreign concept.

“I mean, if you sneak around, you risk losing your life.”

Lan Yi’s words had a double meaning.

Ignoring whether Li Wanzhou understood, he pushed open a door and strode inside.

The tomboy, a bit out of sync, scratched her short hair. By the time she caught up, Lan Yi was already lying on the sofa, gesturing to a spot beside him.

“Sit. How much of my data have you read?”

“The data says you’re... dangerous, but likes my type, and says you’re very important. Director Ji said you’re both reincarnators. I died at your hands before you were reborn—is that true?”

Li Wanzhou was candid, spilling everything she knew.

She sat above Lan Yi’s head, cradling her face and peering closely at his cold, ruthless visage.

“It’s true.”

“Which part is true?”

“All of it.”

“Hehe.” Li Wanzhou suddenly laughed happily.

Extremely rare, Lan Yi smiled too. Being with a chaotic evil was surprisingly relaxing.

“That’s harsh. I died so easily at your hands. Whatever last words I said must have been spectacular!”

Leaning forward slightly, she blocked much of Lan Yi’s view.

“Clench this fist and smile at the Daoist dogs; Lan Yi is poop,” Lan Yi recited her chaotic last words in a detached voice.

“Ah... Daoist arts are so annoying. You must have used Daoist arts to beat me then.”

“Mm.”

“Did you take advantage of my corpse while it was still warm?”

Li Wanzhou already guessed the answer; Lan Yi showed no bulge or intention to pull her close for mischief.

Lan Yi said nothing, his gaze distant in memory.

He hadn’t done such a trivial, base thing.

Li Wanzhou was the one in that hellish world who taught Lan Yi that even chaotic evil could be pure and simple. From one perspective, Li Wanzhou’s life inspired him to live brilliantly, even amid chaos and cruelty.

Like gazing into an old, blurry mirror from the past.

The blurry mirror reminded Lan Yi

That he had become the person he wanted to be.

“Blame you for saying such fun things; now I have to go to the bathroom,” Li Wanzhou grinned mischievously. She was certain that tall saintly woman posed no threat to her.