Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 352 People from Two Worlds Meet

At this moment, the center of the warship caught everyone's attention. There stood a massive circular tray, its surface astonishingly large, roughly the size of two or three training grounds. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, gleaming faintly in the sunlight. The tray began to slowly descend, revealing over two hundred people standing on it, arranged in a neat square formation. At the front of this formation stood three more people: one at the front, the other two flanking each side.

The three men were dressed in unusual attire, resembling spacesuits from a modern perspective. The material of the suits appeared tough yet lightweight, their surfaces adorned with flashing indicators and intricate circuitry. The man standing in the foreground was Li Hanhai, a man of impressive stature and distinguished presence. Through the visor of his spacesuit, one could see his resolute features and penetrating eyes, which exuded confidence and composure. Flanking him were Mu Yuhan and Lin Rongxuan, equally sturdy and focused.

The two hundred or so people were uniformly dressed in suits, their tailored silhouettes flowing and elegant. The deep black of their suits evoked a solemnity. Each stood erect, motionless like a well-trained soldier, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

After the massive tray landed firmly on the ground, a staircase automatically formed in front of them. Made of light, it shone softly, each step clearly visible. Li Hanhai nodded slightly and took the lead, followed closely by Mu Yuhan and Lin Rongxuan. Their steps were steady and powerful, each one seeming to tread on the heartstrings of the crowd.

Upon seeing this, the Emperor, without hesitation, led the crowd in a reverent kowtow. They knelt in unison, foreheads touching the ground, and shouted in unison, "Welcome the Immortals!" The sound echoed through the square, filled with awe and reverence. The ministers' eyes were filled with reverence, convinced that these beings descending from the sky were immortals, beings with miraculous powers capable of changing the world.

Li Hanhai walked up to the Emperor, a gentle smile on his face. He reached out his hand, helped the Emperor up, and said with a smile, "Look, you're here again. We're not immortals, we're just human like you." His voice, clear and warm, carried a soothing power through the loudspeaker on his spacesuit.

The Emperor stood up, his expression still filled with awe. He bowed slightly and said, "Those who have attained immortality, even if they are still human, are still immortals. In our hearts, you are immortals who bring hope and well-being." There was no trace of doubt in his eyes, only deep admiration.

Li Hanhai smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I won't talk about this with you anymore. Let me ask you something first." He looked at the Emperor, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

The Emperor replied respectfully, "Please speak, Immortal."

Li Hanhai asked, "Who is Zhang Muchen to you?" A hint of expectation flashed in his eyes, as if this question had special meaning to him.

The emperor replied: "It's my grandfather."

Li Hanhai asked again: "What's your name?"

The Emperor replied, "Zhang Shengli."

Li Hanhai nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Shengli means victory, a good name. Is it okay for me to call you Shengli?"

Zhang Shengli hurriedly said: "Of course you can call the immortal by his name. It is Shengli's honor." A flattered expression appeared on his face, and he respected Li Hanhai even more in his heart.

Li Hanhai went on to say, "Sheng Li, as agreed, we will carry out maintenance on your building today, so let's start now." As soon as he finished speaking, the more than 200 people who were originally standing motionless on the pallets suddenly moved.

They slowly floated upwards, a miraculous sight that left everyone present gaping in amazement. Flames erupted from the soles of their feet, their backs, their chests, and even the palms of their hands. The flames were bright and intense, yet not scorching, forming a beautiful and magnificent blaze around their bodies. Then, like an arrow shot from a bow, they flew away.

They flew in all directions of the capital, targeting bridges, walls, and various buildings. Their speed was immense, streaking through the air like beautiful streaks of light, dazzling like shooting stars. As they approached their target buildings, their eyes suddenly glowed red. This red light, as if tangible, scanned the structure. Wherever the red light passed, every detail of the building appeared in sharp relief, as if their eyes were the most sophisticated instruments.

This scene astonished everyone in the ancient martial arts world. In their minds, only those who had reached the Saint realm could possess the ability to fly. And now, the two hundred or so people before them could soar so effortlessly. What did this mean? It meant that these people were at least at the Saint realm, or even higher, perhaps even gods or immortals. A wave of shock surged in everyone's heart as they gazed upon the incredible scene in the sky, filled with awe and shock. This shock was not only due to the immense strength of these people, but also to the unknown civilization and miraculous power they represented. It was an existence beyond their imagination, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up endless waves.

In the square, a minister's eyes widened in fear and amazement. His lips trembled as he spoke to his colleagues, "How...how is this possible? Who are they? This kind of power is simply unheard of!"

His colleagues were also shocked and nodded, saying, "Yes, it seems that our understanding of this world is still too shallow. The power of these immortals is far beyond our imagination." Their eyes were full of fear of the unknown and awe of powerful forces.

A sense of shock filled the air, but Zhang Shengli quickly came to his senses. He respectfully made an invitation gesture to Li Hanhai and the other two and said, "Immortal, please follow me into the palace to rest for a while." His voice was gentle and polite, and his eyes were full of reverence.

Li Hanhai nodded slightly, and followed Zhang Shengli with Mu Yuhan and Lin Rongxuan. On the way to the palace, Li Hanhai's eyes revealed a hint of concern. He looked at Zhang Shengli and asked, "Shengli, how is your grandfather Zhang Muchen...?"

Zhang Shengli's eyes dimmed slightly, and he replied with a hint of sadness: "Grandpa has been dead for more than 30 years." His tone was filled with deep nostalgia for his grandfather, and the past events that his grandfather had told him emerged in his mind.