Ride the Wind with Sword Control

By the coast, a hundred-meter Star Gate shimmered with flowing light.
Beyond the Star Gate, an army forged of steel stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above the Sky Dome, squadrons of fighter jets streaked across, weaving an iron curtain.
In the distant ocean, scores of aircraft carriers, destroyers, and frigates dotted the seascape, ready for action.
All cannons were aimed at the figure who emerged from the Star Gate.
"In the name of the Federation Command Center, I order you to stand down, or what awaits you is total war," said the voice.
"War?"

Gu Jinlai took a step forward, and his form swelled against the wind, in an instant growing from less than two meters tall to a colossal Chaos Demon God thousands of kilometers high, emitting the brilliance of a white dwarf star from his being, his own gravity causing thunder and lightning, as well as tsunamis and tides within a thousand-mile radius.
He looked down...
At the war weapons that seemed like toys.
He reached out, and a hydrogen bomb fell into his hand.

Within him, the electron-degenerate star core released Helium, Helium elements expanded, and the terrifying high temperature instantly caused Deuterium and Tritium, Hydrogen's isotopes, to fuse, the energy bursting forth, forming a blazing white brilliance on the ocean's surface that was like igniting a sun.
Before this sun's energy could be released, he clapped his hands together, and the dazzling white, mixed with heat in the billions of degrees, was compressed and sealed within his palms, not a fragment escaping.

"I think, you should choose peace." he suggested.

Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal

Determined, Gu Jinlai didn't hesitate to consume the Qingguang, keeping his brain in a super boost state at all times.


In this state, the utilization rate of his brain was equivalent to one hundred percent.


Although it wasn't as exaggerated as some films on Blue Star, like mastering the power of God's Forbidden Zone, or peering into the secrets of time, understanding the origins of the cosmos, in this state, he truly felt a remarkable sublimation of his being.


Using "humans" as coordinates, and "thought" as the driving force, he freely roamed in a world filled with omniscience, where everything one sees and knows could be achieved.


In this world, what shackled him was not power, nor external factors.


But his concept of "thought" as a "human."


His worldviews, his accumulated knowledge, shackled his attainment of power.


Chapter 285: Accumulation