The only way to escape Red Port was to roam further as an Awakener.
Before the development of regional technology, most humans randomly appeared on the bodies of the Lost Ones in Otherworldly Dust. The only way for them to be ferried back to the Nuwa Divine Realm was to find pure Yuan You.
It wasn't impossible for Wu Hen to awaken near the Red Palace Battlefield.
But there was also the risk of accidentally waking up tens of thousands of miles away.
This is why Shen Wenhai thought Wu Hen was too radical.
But for the time being, they couldn't think of a better method.
After resting for a while, Wu Hen finally decided to head to the grand battlefield to contest for Yuan You.
Hopefully, Nuwa would bless him to awaken in an unrivaled, supremely powerful prodigy, allowing Wu Hen to slap the self-proclaimed sovereign Purple Emperor Butterfly with the brightest smile!
Pretending to be a smart mainframe? Isn't it just a high-energy power bank?
"This is the latest Virtual Pupil Liquid with regional limitation, but it might take some time to match," Shen Wenhai handed a delicate box to Wu Hen.
Wu Hen opened the box and discovered that it no longer contained the virtual iris, but a small transparent bottle resembling eye drops instead.
Following Shen Wenhai's instructions, Wu Hen applied the virtual liquid onto his pupils. The liquid contained a powerful anesthetic that could enter the brain through the optic nerves...
He merely blinked lightly, and an overwhelming drowsiness enveloped him.
When he closed his eyes again, Wu Hen felt as though he was drawn into a vortex of dreams. Thoughts he had before and everything happening around rapidly disappeared, replaced only by waves of blood-red dreamscapes assaulting his mind.
A blood-red battlefield littered with severed limbs and body parts.
The blood of humans and the plasma of the Insect Race smeared on the ground, while towering mountains moved around and endless black tides ceaselessly crashed. Wu Hen felt like a Wandering Soul on the battlefield, able to see these horrific scenes but unable to grasp what was actually happening clearly.
He roamed from the edge to the center of the battlefield.
From afar, Wu Hen glimpsed the silver expanses and red palaces.
Yet that was where the most ferocious battles took place. The human powerhouses had rarely united, and were slowly breaking through Red Zhe's defenses, yet some human champions were still being snatched up into the skies by Red Zhe and devoured in mere seconds.
Countless souls floated up in shades of blue smoke, including some who were not dead yet but were so terrified by the horrors of the Insect Race that their spirits scattered.
They wandered the battlefield like walking dead, either curling up in corners waiting to be dismembered by the Insect Race or mechanically following the orders of human superiors to serve as cannon fodder.
For a moment, Wu Hen also realized that both humans and the Insect Race had lost their individual intelligence—most humans had even forgotten the real reason they were here fighting the Red Zhes.
Some were driven mad by companions being eaten.
Some were fiercely battling with the hope of surviving.
And some had already lost their minds influenced by the atmosphere of the battlefield and were incessantly slaughtering based on their disgust for insects!
"The method of awakening this time was quite special, almost like a continuous big data search and ongoing adaptive matching. Some of the weaker hosts would be automatically filtered out, and those too powerful still retaining their own consciousness wouldn't be approached, while also getting as close as possible to the Red Palace to ensure that I could complete the mission,"
In the process of soul wandering, Wu Hen could even see the battlefield situation from a god-like perspective.
It goes to show that if the Nuwa God End wasn't in a period of weakness, their lineage wasn't as frail as imagined. Once the laws of the Nuwa God End combined with the gradually developed human technology, they could stand their ground in this real world.
After all, the spirit and wisdom passed down through the Nuwa lineage were something other robust Desert Dust Life might not possess.
"No matching host yet?"
After a while, Wu Hen still hadn't awakened and was continually shuttling back and forth across the battlefield in the form of a wandering soul.
This Virtual Eye Liquid probably has a time limit as well, and if a suitable host isn't matched within a certain period, I might likely drift to a far more remote place,
Even though this was the only way for a human individual to escape from the Red Port, what Wu Hen cared about most was still that half Death Omen Yuan You.
Having the advantage of time, location, and people, the entire power structure of Red Port was going mad for it, further proving the preciousness of Death Omen Yuan You!
Underneath the silver-crested sticky mountains, six black-clad ancient swordsmen wearing round straw hats were struggling with a tyrant tiger armor.
"Keep the lady safe!"
"Fan Chen, if you can't even hold a sword, you might as well slit your own throat. Don't spread your cowardice and fear to us, who are fighting desperately!" one of the black-clad swordsmen said coldly, his voice carrying a profound disdain.
"Focus on the enemy." Among the black-clad swordsmen was a silver-garbed woman.
Her skin was as pure as holy snow, her eyes as blue as rivers, and her long black hair nearly reached her hips. As she wielded the Ice Feather Sword in her hand, her hair also fluttered about, displaying both grace and formidable swordsmanship!
Next to the woman's exquisite feet, there was a man clinging to his head in fright.
The man had black hair and a pale face, wearing an extremely elaborate jade crown. His special long robe seemed endowed with a certain Xuan Power, allowing him to appear almost translucent, a ghostly shadow in the chaotic battlefield...
However, this opulent outfit filled with Yinji Xuan Power seemed to be on the verge of failure. The jade crowned man's already pale face turned even greener, his eyelids tightly shut as if not seeing would make everything vanish. Yet his eyeballs were already frantically rolling, ready to flee at any moment.
While dealing with a vast number of Red Zhes, the silken-haired and silver-robed woman occasionally needed to glance at the useless man at her feet, gradually showing signs of weakness.
Suddenly, a tyrant tiger armor dived from the sky, transforming into a small burning sun, and charged straight at the silken-haired and silver-robed woman!
The woman's gaze rose, seeing a vast fiery sea, knowing she was powerless to resist, she relaxed completely.
She glanced at the man by her feet, a flicker of misery and helplessness flashed in her eyes.
Liu Mengying couldn't understand why her fate was tied to such a cowardly man to the utmost, just because her death was matched by her ignorant parents in this post-mortem marriage.
Being born was unlucky enough, yet even as a woman of the underworld, she was still bound by an unbreakable contract.
Just as Liu Mengying resigned to her fate, she suddenly saw a pair of dark brown eyes. These eyes were clear and resolute, even exuding a strong murderous intent. Just when Liu Mengying thought she was destined to die, she saw the coward firmly grasp the sword from the ground, slashing at the diving tyrant tiger armor!
The stroke of the sword, like a dragon soaring through the sky, actually repelled the tyrant tiger armor that was like a small sun!