The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

In the midst of words.

The thunderstorm gradually subsided.

The spot where the Divine Son originally stood was now completely empty, with no trace of him. The black mist had dissipated, revealing its true hue.

The night was deep and dark.

But at this moment, within the civilization relic, the contestants still collecting points felt their wristwatches tremble simultaneously, as information surfaced.

[Leader of the Divine Son’s camp has fallen]

[Divine Son’s camp has failed]

The information was concise.

Yet, the message it conveyed caused countless contestants within the civilization relic to pale.

“What’s going on?!”

“Leader? Could it be that the Divine Son has fallen?”

“I haven’t even seen the leader of the camp, and now they’re gone?”

“What happened?”

“I chose the [Saint] camp, now I’m winning effortlessly.”

At this moment, countless contestants stopped their actions, and after reviewing the information, they immediately began to communicate with their teammates.

…

Somewhere within the civilization relic.

Members of the Wuyuan Academy team had already gathered together.

The light screen on their wristwatches illuminated their faces. After reading the information, the surroundings fell silent.

After a few seconds of silence, a voice rang out.

“Weren’t we supposed to just test it out?”

“Is it already resolved?”

The speaker was a year two student, Hua Jieyu.

Her eyes were filled with lingering surprise, and she softly asked.

“Could it be someone else did it?”

Next to her, Xu Chen’s voice rose.

“Not likely.”

An Shi’s voice interrupted: “Considering Qin Jin’s capabilities, he decisively headed towards the city center; who could be faster than him?”

“To know the truth, just ask.”

“Han Miao.”

He looked at Han Miao.

Han Miao didn’t respond immediately; a few seconds later, he nodded slightly.

The meaning was clear.

“Brother Jin is still fierce.”

“Single-handedly solved half of our mission objectives.”

Xie Wuya spoke quickly.

“Everyone.

Chi Wenwu’s voice sounded: “With the Divine Son directly dealt with, the structure within the civilization relic is about to change greatly; now, we will have many more teammates to jointly attack the [Saint].”

…

Industrial area, core district.

Silently, the shadow of a Saint dressed in a nun’s robe appeared in the sky.

Its eyes dimly gazed towards the city center, pondering unknown thoughts.

…

Star Sea.

Outside the planet where the Limit-Breaking Cup takes place, the Star Ascending Arena quietly anchored within the Star Sea.

Since the individual battles had not yet begun, it remained in a silent state, unused.

Within a meeting room inside the Star Ascending Arena, the surrounding light screens displayed the status of various team competitions.

A glance over revealed many teams had already gathered, their expressions showing surprise, rapidly engaging in discussions.

At this moment, a voice echoed within the meeting room.

“Magnificent.”

“As expected from the Martial Abyss, a fertile ground for geniuses, with extraordinary individuals far surpassing geniuses emerging now and then.”

As his voice fell.

A female voice spoke up: “From the overall proportion of participating teams, teams that didn’t choose either of the two camps are more numerous than our initial expectation.”

“They’re all promising talents.”

“Martial Abyss Qin Jin.”

“Outstanding. If I’m not mistaken, the Divine Son’s combat form was set at Grandmaster-level strength, and subsequent transformations were built on this basis to enhance further.”

“Given Qin Jin’s age and such prowess, it seems that within a few years, yet another Martial Arts Powerhouse will emerge from the Martial Abyss, sweeping across the Star Sea.”

“Tough situation.”

The voice from before spoke again.

“From Qin Jin’s performance, he aligns perfectly with our selection criteria, yet he is too prominent; Martial Abyss might not allow him to join our action.”

“Even if the Federation’s relevant departments press forward, if Martial Abyss refuses, we can’t extend an invitation. Having such individuals involved would significantly enhance the exploration of that area.”

“Let’s negotiate after the tournament.”

“There are also a few other promising talents; keep them in focus.”

Conversation soon died down in the room.

…

City center.

The Spiral Tower behind became covered in scars and holes, from its initial perfection.

In front of the tower, Qin Jin checked the information on his wristwatch.

After the basic camp prompt surfaced, more information appeared on his watch’s light screen.

[You have completed the mission objective—Hunt Down Divine Son]

[Based on specific performance in combat, you have earned 234,291 points]

“Tremendous gain.”

“There’s no information related to civilization revival yet; it seems everything will only conclude upon [Purification Saint]’s end, when final accounting takes place.”

As the thought flashed, Qin Jin turned his gaze towards the industrial area.

In the distance.

After the Divine Son’s fall, Polluters became like headless flies, even attacking each other.

Members of the Celestial Strategy team finished their battle and swiftly approached.

One by one, their eyes fell on Qin Jin, filled with waves of emotion.

Among whispers, Qin Jin clearly heard someone say, “Gu Xiweng, you were right; it was fortunate we changed the evacuation point that day.”

One from Martial Abyss.

All from Celestial Strategy.

Upon nearing, Gu Xiweng’s gaze zeroed in on Qin Jin, his eyes somewhat complicated, and he spoke: “No camp affiliation?”

“Yes.”

Qin Jin nodded in response.

Hearing this, Gu Xiweng showed an expression of realization and said, “Qin Jin, when do you plan to take action against the Saint?”

“As soon as possible.”

Qin Jin’s voice was calm: “Delay brings change; once I’m fully restored, I’ll head to the industrial area.”

“Really decisive.”

Gu Xiweng sighed, his tone becoming more serious: “The contestants on the Saint’s side, after receiving the information prompt, are bound to be on guard.”