Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

Chapter 381 - 139 Clearing_3

He knew very well that the tunnel itself was made of metal, and after dealing with the flesh tissue, there was absolutely no need to cover the remaining tunnel with liquid metal.

It seemed somewhat redundant, yet he still did it.

And now, the situation explained his reasoning.

Chen Ming forcibly solidified the liquid metal he left behind in the tunnel, thoroughly covering it with a layer, leaving no chance for the flesh tissue to seal the tunnel.

Flesh and steel were encroaching on each other’s space for survival. These flesh tissues, empowered with psychic energy, even slightly gained the upper hand in the conflict with steel.

Chen Ming considered for a moment and then used spiritual energy to directly flood the entire tunnel with a large amount of molten iron, completely sealing it off.

After all, he could disassemble the steel to open the tunnel at any time, but for the flesh tissue to break through a metal column with a diameter of at least three meters, that could only remain a mere thought.

The flesh tissue soon settled down. It was unclear whether it deemed breaking through the metal column hopeless or if it thought its purpose of blocking Chen Ming’s path was achieved.

However, a heart that had been silently pulsating on a distant wall suddenly stirred.

A crack suddenly appeared on the heart’s surface, and blood spurted out, landing on the flesh on the ground, only to be reabsorbed by it.

Chen Ming’s focus was not on that blood, but on the heart with a fissure in the mutated flesh.

What he saw within that crack was not bloody heart tissue, but a pitch-black abyss sprinkled with bits of crimson starlight.

No, what lay within the crack looked more like a starry sky than an abyss.

And this starry sky, upon sensing Chen Ming’s gaze, suddenly emitted a terrifying pull.

Not a physical pull, but a pull on his consciousness.

Before Chen Ming could react, in the blink of an eye, he found his surroundings had dramatically changed.

He returned to the iron jungle under the profound starry sky he had once entered during a stupor, standing atop a small mountain formed by piles of spaceship wreckage at the center of the forest.

Having prior experience, Chen Ming instantly realized his consciousness had been dragged here.

This was the most primordial place in a psychic’s consciousness.

When Chen Ming arrived this time, he found the wreck of Iron Ore No. also appeared on the hill made of spaceship wreckage, right at the top.

But just as Chen Ming saw the wreck of Iron Ore No., a phantom suddenly enveloped the wreckage beneath his feet entirely.

Chen Ming perceived his own spiritual energy fluctuations winding around the phantom, which roved around Iron Ore No.

The wreck of Iron Ore No. appeared to be repaired by his spiritual energy, returning to its pristine form.

The engines ignited, lifting it off the ground.

Chen Ming smoothly entered Iron Ore No. through the top hatch and arrived at the captain’s cabin.

Clearly, this episode was caused by the ship spirit appearing in what seemed to be Chen Ming’s consciousness space.

Since it temporarily abandoned protecting Chen Ming’s heart and appeared here, then it meant...

Chen Ming, controlling Iron Ore No., soared into the sky, gazing into the distance.

Previously surrounded by the iron jungle, he couldn’t see the entirety, but now, he discerned it clearly.

The iron jungle was an isolated island floating in the starry sky around it.

And a nauseating flesh tissue had already attached to the island’s edge.

Flesh spreading, steel corroding—this was an attack from the mutated flesh.

This was... a collision of the most fundamental spiritual power between psychic entities.

Once more, Chen Ming intuitively understood this.

This collision of spiritual power differed from the typical conversion of spiritual energy into corporeal forms for battle.

It ignored the specific effects of spiritual energy, focusing solely on the most fundamental spiritual power of psychics and spiritual creatures.

Enabling those with offensive spiritual energy and those with supportive spiritual energy to stand on equal footing.

Though Chen Ming didn’t understand the intent of the mutated flesh.

But since it had come this far.

Chen Ming was compelled to showcase the spiritual strength he honed over the past year, depleting his spiritual power daily and sleeping with a lethal Delusion Stone every night.

Despite having limited knowledge of this consciousness space, preventing him from controlling the spaceship wreckage or deploying a cruiser bombardment directly.

Chen Ming still managed a simple allocation of spiritual power.

What Chen Ming did spiritually was manifest in more tangible forms in the iron jungle.

As Chen Ming concentrated his spiritual power to repel what seemed to invade his consciousness, the mutated flesh.

Countless fragments of iron unraveled from the jungle, surging tsunami-like towards the flesh tissue at the island’s edge.

While many iron pieces were shattered by the flesh tendrils of the mutated tissue, even more metal shards pierced into its flesh, inflicting significant damage.

In a flash, the malignant tumor-like flesh tissue clinging to the island edge tottered, as if about to be expelled from this starry sky at any moment.

Yet suddenly, Chen Ming turned extremely pale.

He sensed a genuine danger, an unimaginably horrific threat.