1427 The Thousand Snake Sec
The great world, in the Undead Dimension.
A sumptuous golden chair floated in midair, its backrest and armrests covered in esoteric snake-like patterns. On the highest point of the backrest were carved two triangular-headed venomous king cobras, mouths wide open to reveal their poisonous fangs.
Seated cross-legged on this chair was a golden-haired man. He had just stopped shaking his crossed legs and the expression on his face was rather unpleasant to look upon.
"Sect Leader sir, the last wave failed to teleport through the dimensional gateways in all thirty-five portals again," a snake-headed, white-robed individual said in human language as he flicked his snaky tongue.
"Is it possible that the space tunnels malfunctioned?" A long-legged young lady standing to one side blurted out. She seemed to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. At first glance, her appearance did not differ much from that of a human being. However, a close look would reveal that her eyes had reptilian vertical slit-pupils.
"That's impossible. Even if there is any form of malfunction in the space tunnels, it's out of the question that all thirty-five portals have developed problems," the golden-haired man disagreed.
"But the gravel world rules aren't complete at all! It's already so insanely difficult to level up to Virtual God that it's impossible for anyone to advance to True God. If the space tunnels aren't the cause of the problem, how did they manage to kill off so many high-level Virtual Gods instantly?" The long-legged young lady asked, "Moreover, four months ago they had only just triggered the alert for reaching 300 Virtual Gods—but the alert hasn't indicated that anyone has elevated to True God status."
"You're thinking only of native cultivators; they are definitely incapable of coping with our countless probes. But what if they got an outsider to help out?" The man lifted his golden head to look at the young lady next to him. "The internal Space Rules in all thirty-five dimensional gateway portals have long since been consolidated and stabilized. This isn't something that True Gods can ruin through human agency. Even if special conditions arose and caused damage, it's impossible that all thirty-five portals can malfunction simultaneously.
"Having weighed both alternatives, I think it's more likely that there is a powerhouse who is obstructing us by killing off our people who try to set foot there!" The golden-haired man declared with absolute certainty.
"But our scouts have all been upgraded to Virtual God rank-8 standard, and they still haven't been able to find out anything at all. If this continues, we'll have to send the Virtual God rank-9s and we only have about three hundred or so of them left in total," continued the young lady, "What do you plan to do for the next wave? Send all the Virtual God rank-9s to smash their way in?!"
"If there really is someone who's killing them off, they managed to annihilate nearly one thousand Virtual God rank-8s. Instantly eliminating three hundred Virtual God rank-9s shouldn't be too hard," the snake-headed man beside them added.
The golden-haired man contemplated in silence for a while. "Assign one hundred high-level Virtual Gods and three hundred intermediate-stage Virtual Gods to every gateway. In addition, divide one hundred Virtual God rank-9s into ten squads and send them to ten random tunnels."
"If it's a problem with the space tunnels, it would have seemed like you've arranged for half of our Virtual Gods to go to their deaths." The long-legged young lady still thought that the rounds of testing mandated by the golden-haired man were too radical for her liking.
"Currently, the world will in the gravel world hasn't been completely suppressed. Unless you would rather I send True Gods to explore the ways?" retorted the golden-haired man.
The young lady was suddenly bereft of words to retort.
There were around thirty True Gods present right now. If they intended to enter the gravel world while the world will was still whole, they had no choice but to seal their combat strength at virtual god-level. Under such circumstances, it would be like serving them up on a silver platter.
"What if we're still keeling over after this wave?" asked the long-legged young lady after a momentary silence.
The golden-haired man set down his crossed legs and fell into a prolonged silence. "We'll deal with that later."
In the gravel world, the twelfth wave of the monster invasion was more than ten minutes later than the previous one.
Just as everyone in the gravel world thought that the great world would give up on the invasion and prepared to rejoice silently, spatial fluctuations in all thirty-three portals occurred simultaneously.
As guardians, Bai and his team increased their focus to one hundred and twenty percent as they concentrated on the dimensional gateway, ready to make a move.
Despite knowing that this wave of explorers would only be stronger than the one before, none of them harbored any notions of retreat.
As the incoming spatial fluctuations were detected, everyone present at the scene dropped everything they were doing and focused their attention. Even the unending murmur of surreptitious discussion vanished entirely.
Everyone knew that this wave was the key.
Even Mr. Fu found it difficult to remain in his seat. If Lin Huang had not stopped him from doing so, Mr. Fu would have joined in the fight.
Lin Huang was the only one who remained seated on his reclining chair. He did not stand up but neither did he continue his meditation. His eyes were now wide open as they stared in the direction of the space tunnel not so far away.
A moment later, the twelfth wave of monsters finally arrived.
Lin Huang scanned the area with his Divine Telekinesis and felt rather surprised. He initially thought that this wave would be completely made up of Virtual God rank-9s but he had not expected this hodgepodge of monsters consisting of intermediate-stage and high-level Virtual Gods as well. Together with the Virtual God rank-9s, this made up a total of one hundred individuals.
'What's the meaning of this silver platter of a wave? Did they run out of Virtual God rank-9s?'
While Lin Huang made this silent jeering comment in his mind, he shook his sleeve and multiple scarlet gleams shot out.
This time, the number of telekinetic flying daggers that he propelled forth was more than the last round—fully three hundred over daggers since the explorers who had arrived this time were far more numerous.
Scarlet telekinetic daggers shot out one after the other as though hundreds of blood-red lightning bolts were raining down. In a flash, the entire battlefield was covered with them.
Not a single entrance from all thirty-three dimensional gateways was left out.
The blood-red gleams pierced through the bodies of the intruders in the blink of an eye. Not only did the daggers eliminate the invaders' physical bodies, but they also shattered the invaders' souls.
It did not matter if the invaders were undying species or spirit types—once the flying daggers pierced through their bodies, they died an absolute death.
In less than half a second, Lin Huang's telekinetic flying daggers disposed of tens of thousands of invaders, leaving only the dozen or so who were fighting the imperial monsters.
Another two seconds or so later, Bai, Lancelot, and the rest of them managed to eliminate their own enemies, completing the total annihilation of the invading force.
With that, the twelfth wave of invading explorers from the great world was proclaimed a failure yet again!
Upon seeing the end results of the invasion attempt, the thirty over True Gods, as well as the golden-haired man, lapsed into silence.
"How about we file a report on this situation then?" After a protracted silence, the snake-headed man finally could not help voicing out his suggestion.
"Ever since this mission was assigned to the Thousand Snake Sect, there have never been any slip-ups. My grandfather and great-grandfather personally carried out the same mission and destroyed the cultivation civilization in the gravel world with their own hands. Do you think I am going to file a report now that it's my turn?!"
Noticing the hostility in the golden-haired man's words, the snake-headed man lowered his head and did not dare say another word.
"No matter how much they resist or struggle, ants will be ants." The golden-haired man's murderous intent was boiling over. "Once our suppression measures come into effect, we'll begin arriving officially!"
"But we still haven't managed to find out which spatial dimensional gateway—" The long-legged young lady's words were interrupted by a glare from the golden-haired man.
"No buts! I've made my decision!"
 (Author's note: There is no mistake here. There are thirty-five portals in the great world while the gravel world has only thirty-three.)