The Hive Fortress of the Outer Sector
Beyond the perimeter of the nine major planets of the solar system, inside a multi-layered dimension of absolute silence, the old cosmos had established a colossal demonic headquarters.
Upon the blackened metallic gates of that space station were engraved two crimson digits: “610,” corresponding directly to the sanctuary of persecution operating amidst the mortal plane.
From this citadel, war-zone demonic commanders were frantically deploying troops and engineering a heavy super-weapon designated the hybrid demonic entity. These mutated creations were structured from thousands of species of serpents and scorpions, assembling into an independent hive configuration capable of expanding and contracting, infiltrating human bodies to bind and control the primary consciousness of mankind.
The station did not resemble an ordinary mechanical structure.
Its walls were composed of black metal and living tissue. Metallic corridors pulsed with dim red light, while hidden membranes contracted behind the floors and ceilings. Entire chambers breathed like organs. Within the deepest sectors, alien technicians moved between biological tanks, feeding dark substances into the unfinished bodies of the hybrid entities.
Every object in the station carried a dense and unpleasant field.
The place was not merely a headquarters.
It was a factory built to manufacture interference within the human world.
San San’s primordial spirit projected outward, traveling through stellar systems to infiltrate this perilous stronghold. He stood upon the soaring elevator of the launch pad, his gaze monitoring unnumbered hideous monsters, metal-skinned anomalies, and evil spirits bearing demonic shapes.
The old forces had concealed their deployment plans behind multiple layers of distorted space. San San did not allow aversion to interfere with his judgment. He suppressed the impulse to destroy everything immediately and first observed their strategy session.
The demonic commanders were gathering troops for a new wave of infiltration. Their target was not one individual or one city. They intended to establish a network through which hybrid entities could enter the human body in large numbers, bind the energy fields of ordinary people, and seize control of their primary consciousness.
San San watched the discussion in silence.
The longer he remained within the citadel, the more clearly he could see the root of the conspiracy.
The monsters on the surface were only the visible branches.
The station itself was the root.
He raised one hand.
A vast radiance gathered around his palm.
Then he advanced.
The Destruction of the Outer Sectors
The first explosion shattered the foul dining sector populated by slug phantoms.
The creatures had been consuming dark immortal substances, their swollen bodies sliding across the floor in dense clusters. The moment San San’s Righteous Thoughts swept through the chamber, their forms split apart and dissolved into foul black liquid.
He continued toward the raw-material depot.
The station responded immediately.
Hidden mechanisms opened in the walls. Thousands of narrow weapons fired from every direction, each projectile carrying a distorted consciousness designed to disrupt the primordial spirit of an intruder.
San San raised his hand and formed the erect palm stance.
A black-and-white Taiji disc expanded before him. The projectiles struck the rotating shield and vanished into clouds of dark smoke.
Yet the station’s architecture was more complex than he had expected. Every corridor contained an ambush, and every destroyed chamber triggered another defensive system deeper within the structure.
The exact heartbeat San San dismantled the raw-material depot, an alien biological tank roared forward and locked its target upon him.
The cannon opened.
A concentrated force struck his head.
His physical form exploded in the hidden dimension, and blood splashed across the metal floor.
For a moment, the surrounding entities believed that the disciple had been destroyed.
Then the scattered particles of his primordial spirit gathered again.
His head re-formed.
His eyes opened.
Because his primordial spirit functioned as a massive system structured by the Fa, his body immediately recovered its integrity within a blink. Yet the pain had not been imaginary. The impact passed through multiple dimensions of his existence, and the shock shook the foundation of his energy field.
A second round struck his shoulder.
A third tore through his abdomen.
His limbs were wounded, and blood fell upon the metallic floor, but his unyielding Righteous Thoughts barred his feet from taking a single backward step.
San San looked toward the biological tank.
The tank trembled.
He extended one finger.
A purple radiance pierced its central core.
The entire structure collapsed inward and disappeared.
The Infiltration of the Network
San San advanced straight into the core server room.
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Unlike the outer sectors, this chamber contained no visible monsters. It was filled with countless layers of dark screens, each displaying a separate coordinate within the mortal world.
The system monitored electronic devices, entertainment networks, and hidden energy channels connected to the surface plane. It was not merely transmitting information. It was maintaining a subtle bridge between the alien station and the human world.
At the center of the room stood a mutated entity in charge of the system. Its body resembled a mass of cables and wet tissue, while its head contained thousands of small eyes moving in different directions.
San San raised his palm.
The entity attempted to retreat into the network.
It was too late.
A golden Falun appeared in the air and rotated once.
The mutated system entity was completely extinguished.
San San then materialized a digital disk containing the matrix of the Minghui Net and inserted the artifact into the master computer.
Immediately, millions of interconnected alien monitors displayed the magnificent truths of clarification.
The dark screens changed one after another. Images of the Fa, testimonies of practitioners, and clear explanations of the persecution passed through the alien network like waves of pure light.
Vanguard entities stationed along the front lines froze instantly.
Some turned to stone.
Some collapsed into ash.
Others attempted to flee but were struck by the radiance streaming through the network. Colossal Falun rotated outward from the Minghui interface, thoroughly purifying the hideous monsters scattered throughout the station.
The PlayStation gaming systems operating upon the earth functioned as a vital link maintaining the existence of this space station. When the Minghui matrix entered the master computer, that link trembled violently.
Entire halls began to buckle.
The alien commanders screamed and deployed reinforcements.
The space station had not yet been destroyed.
It had only been wounded at its central artery.
The Foreign Current of Power
An alien technical employee frantically pushed massive hive-shaped hybrid entities onto the battlefield.
The creatures emerged from the biological tanks in waves. Their bodies expanded and contracted, forming temporary limbs, mouths, and eyes as they advanced. They were not individual beasts but countless species bound into a single system of dark demonic energy.
San San’s divine powers fired continuously.
Purple radiance swept across the chamber. Golden lightning struck the front ranks. Flying swords emerged from the particles of his body and pierced the entities from every direction.
But the hybrid masses were too immense to eliminate entirely.
They absorbed the surrounding darkness and continued forward.
San San’s energy field began to weaken.
The golden Fa-staff, which he had accepted from the Taoist immortal, suddenly trembled in his hand.
Before San San completed his next thought, the artifact released a radiant arc.
The blow tore open a passage through the outer layer of the hybrid entities and forced the advancing flood backward for several breaths.
A foreign current passed through San San’s palm and moved along the boundary of his energy field.
The sensation was warm.
It was efficient.
For the first time during the battle, San San felt relief.
He had not needed to gather every fragment of gong through his own body. The artifact had responded before his concentration was complete.
The sensation was dangerously comforting.
San San immediately returned his attention to the battlefield. He did not ask why the staff had moved before his own intention had fully formed. He did not investigate the origin of the current passing through his meridians.
The weapon had helped him.
That was enough for him to continue using it.
Yet even this assistance could not complete the destruction. The hybrid entities gathered again, their countless bodies merging into a single colossal mass of black and crimson energy.
San San’s divine powers fired continuously, but they lacked the force to eliminate the entire structure.
He gripped the staff more tightly.
The artifact released another arc.
This time, the current entering his body was heavier.
A faint chill passed from his hand toward his shoulder.
San San ignored it.
The sky above the station suddenly split in two.
The Divine Intervention
Two colossal Deities bearing solemn countenances and peerless authority descended from an ascended heaven.
Their arrival did not produce a violent disturbance. The surrounding space simply became still, as though every layer of the station had been ordered to wait.
They had appeared in accordance with the Fa-principles regarding divine intervention when a practitioner lacked the capacity to independently resolve an ordeal.
San San did not feel ashamed.
He understood that a disciple was not required to accomplish every matter alone. The important thing was to maintain righteous thoughts, advance without retreat, and recognize the moment when assistance arranged by the Fa arrived.
The two Deities extended their hands.
A maximum aura of radiance flooded the chamber.
The newly completed hybrid entities began to convulse. Their countless bodies lost their structure and melted into black water. The dark current that had bound them together dissolved layer by layer until nothing remained.
The two Deities did not speak.
Once the danger had been eliminated, they silently vanished from existence.
The station’s remaining forces roared in rage.
San San advanced into the next sector.
The Final Sweep
A torrent of evil spirits rushed forward like a flash flood.
Mutated birds descended from the upper platforms. Snake-like creatures poured through openings in the walls. Alien entities with metal skin and transparent organs crawled across the floor, attempting to attach themselves to San San’s physical form.
San San utilized his intention to summon a colossal flying vessel.
The vessel appeared above the station, its body formed from concentrated golden energy. A powerful suction force emerged from its lower surface and gathered the mutated birds and demons into its interior.
San San closed his hand.
The flying vessel released a soundless explosion.
The entire collective was blasted clean.
Fragments of dark energy scattered across the dimension and faded away.
San San remained suspended within the damaged station.
The battle had been successful, but the energy expenditure was immense. His body carried wounds across multiple layers, and the current supplied by the Fa-staff continued to cling to the edge of his energy field.
He needed a silent expanse in which to replenish his strength.
He therefore deployed a protective cage to cover his physical body.
The decision appeared prudent. His energy field had been heavily depleted, and hostile entities still surrounded the area. A sealed space would prevent further interference while he executed the fifth exercise.
Yet beneath that practical calculation lay another impulse.
San San wanted a place where nothing could touch him. He wanted to recover without exposing the last reserve of his strength to danger. He wanted to complete the task, but he also wanted to preserve a private refuge for himself.
He did not recognize the impulse as attachment.
He considered it merely a reasonable form of caution.
The protective cage expanded and enclosed his physical body.
Inside the cage, San San sat in the lotus position. His hand still clutched the Fa-staff presented by the Taoist immortal.
The artifact did not merely rest in his hand.
It connected itself to the outer edge of his energy field, offering a separate current of support whenever his own gong began to weaken.
San San entered meditation and began the fifth exercise.
The mechanisms of gong moved through his body. Yet the movement was no longer entirely pure. His own energy circulated in one current, while the staff supplied another. The two currents appeared to cooperate, but their foundations were not the same.
The foreign current remained quiet.
It did not attack.
It did not reveal its true form.
It simply occupied the space between San San’s intention and the Law.
The Fissure of the Foreign Artifact
San San maintained his lotus posture.
The battle at the station replayed in his mind. He saw the biological tank firing at him. He saw his body reform after the explosion. He saw the Minghui matrix enter the master computer. He saw the two great Deities descend and destroy the hybrid entities.
Then he remembered the staff’s radiant arcs.
The artifact had made the battle easier.
When San San considered releasing it before returning to his body, a faint reluctance passed through his heart.
He could release it later.
There was no need to do so immediately.
He therefore chose to keep it.
Together with the isolated cage protecting his physical body, that choice silently engineered a colossal fissure within his energy field.
The fissure did not appear as a crack in the air. It formed between the spiritual foundation of San San’s cultivation and the external mechanism of the artifact.
A small region of his consciousness became separated from the rest.
Inside that region, a thought took shape:
You do not need to rely entirely upon your own strength.
San San did not notice the thought.
His attention remained fixed upon the circulation of energy.
A faint chill traveled from the hand holding the staff toward his shoulder. It moved slowly through his meridians and settled beneath the base of his skull.
San San noticed it, but attributed the sensation to the exhaustion of the battle.
The foreign current remained silent within his meridians, waiting until his consciousness returned fully to the mortal plane.
The space station shook around him.
Far below, the remaining commanders attempted to reconstruct their defenses. The damaged network continued to display the light of clarification, burning through the station’s systems one layer at a time.
San San’s primordial spirit completed the fifth exercise.
The protective cage opened.
The golden staff remained in his hand.
He returned to his physical body in the mortal world.
The Return to the Mortal Plane
The exact heartbeat his primordial spirit re-entered his physical frame, a devastating ache invaded his limbs.
San San’s body fell forward upon the bed.
His fingers curled involuntarily. His chest tightened, and a freezing force surged from his palm toward his heart. The pain was not sharp. It was deep, heavy, and strangely distant, as though another substance had entered his body and was gradually replacing the natural warmth of his energy field.
He opened his eyes.
The familiar room appeared before him.
The True Scripture lay beside his pillow.
Morning light touched the wall.
Everything was ordinary.
Yet the connection between his primary consciousness and the Fa had become faint.
San San tried to sit upright.
His limbs felt as though they belonged to someone else.
He raised one hand and attempted to summon the golden lightning.
A thin spark appeared.
It trembled.
Then it went out.
San San stared at his fingers.
He did not yet understand what had happened. He only knew that his body was extraordinarily exhausted and that something cold had settled within him.
Behind the physical world, the foreign artifact remained connected to the edge of his energy field.
It waited patiently.
The shadow of the No Second Cultivation Way crucible had officially besieged the nine-year-old child.
Canto 109 — The Space Station Attack
The outer station bears the crimson sign,The hive phantoms advance to warp the line.The shattered frame reforms beneath the blast,The Minghui Net subdues the dark outcast.
The foreign staff releases its borrowed ray,And eases the burden of the battle’s fray.The sealed cage protects the tired, young guide,While hidden currents enter from outside.
The flying vessel clears the demonic flood,The separate refuge shields the rising blood.He holds the foreign staff to preserve his pride,The silent fissure waits beneath the tide.