Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 227 Going Home

"Really? Then how should I do it? And how much should I slow down? Alas, it's a pity I'm just a human soul, it's really hard for me to calculate the speed precisely!"

Mo Yuming feigned confusion and responded in this way.

At this moment, the voice came again:

"Your current speed should be reduced by a full hundred times, and then you need to change your descent method and glide into the atmosphere."

After circling the Earth twice, it will land in the ocean; this is the only way to ensure a safe landing.

However, Mo Yuming shook his head repeatedly, complaining incessantly:

"Oh dear, I'm really helpless! I simply can't control my speed effectively, let alone change the direction I'm going!"

Although he verbally agreed, his mind was elsewhere. While he was engaging in perfunctory conversation with the other person, he was intently observing the Earth's terrain.

He carefully discerned the specific locations of each continent, painstakingly searching for the exact location of his homeland, and adjusted the angle of his descent in a timely manner based on his observations.

As for speed, Mo Yuming had his own little plan in mind—the faster the better, of course! After all, in his current flying state, he didn't need to exert any effort at all; it was just that flat plate dragging him down rapidly.

Mo Yuming hadn't realized how heavy this palm-sized tablet was while he was in the spaceship, but now he could tell. It must weigh at least several dozen kilograms, practically a lump of lead. He figured it would take a lot of effort to pick it up on Earth.

They really are inhuman creatures.

"I have to activate the spaceship to come to the rescue, otherwise I'll be smashed to pieces. At this speed, I'd be cracked even if I fell into the water!"

The tablet's voice echoed in Mo Yuming's mind. At the same time, the previously closed tablet suddenly unfolded, and a blue light flashed on the screen, sweeping outwards.

"Can't sense it? How can there be so many electromagnetic waves propagating in this atmosphere? They're even interfering with my brainwaves. What kind of messed-up magnetic waves are these? They're so low-level! They're utter garbage!"

The tablet's voice sounded again.

"These electromagnetic waves are used by humans to transmit information, so they are naturally inferior to your resonant waves."

Mo Yuming replied.

"Then the only option is to block it!"

"Don't……"

Before Mo Yuming could stop it, the tablet screen emitted a wave-like blue light that spread outwards. In an instant, Mo Yuming saw the satellite passing by suddenly begin to rotate unnaturally, and its trajectory changed.

Mo Yuming is currently positioned on the dark side of the Earth, in what is now the dead of night. The ground lights are shining brightly and peacefully, but the tablet's actions have caused the lights to suddenly become chaotic. Some areas have suddenly gone out in large sections, while others are abnormally bright, like daytime.

There were even a few flashes of light. Although Mo Yuming didn't hear any explosions, he could guess that a sudden radio anomaly had caused some electrical malfunction, resulting in the accident.

Mo Yuming was furious, but he could only watch helplessly.

"It's much cleaner now. Let's try restarting the spaceship. We've made contact, but the signal is still a bit weak, and data cannot be transmitted."

This is all due to the satellite's unique environment, which blocks the vast majority of radio waves. Let's try increasing the intensity.

The tablet emitted a blue light again.

"Found it, this is the Siberian wilderness of Russia, there's no time to lose. We'll choose this place. Close it!"

Mo Yuming couldn't worry about anything else. He used his soul power to roughly adjust the position of the falling tablet. Then he forcibly closed the tablet to stop it from emitting blue light.

Then I pushed the tablet from behind with maximum force to make it fall faster.

As the atmospheric density increased, the plate rubbed against the atmosphere at high speed, and slowly began to heat up, turn red, and begin to glow. During this time, the plate even tried to open on its own several times, but Mo Yuming stopped it each time.

Finally, just before hitting the ground, it was a glowing red-hot iron block, emitting sparks! Mo Yuming, following behind, clearly saw the front end of the plate begin to melt and deform. Finally, it stopped reacting.

When it was still a thousand feet above the ground, Mo Yuming stopped and watched as the alien tablet shot into a giant rock like a cannonball. With a loud 'bang,' the rock, which was as tall as a three-story building, was shattered. However, the palm-sized tablet was reduced to sparks and burned to ashes.

Mo Yuming suddenly felt a sense of relief. Half of Earth's crisis had been resolved. As long as this tablet stopped emitting radio signals, it would be many times more difficult for any spaceship, whether from Juntian or Heitian, to find Earth.

Finally, if they could find a way to destroy or relocate the wormhole exit left by that spaceship, the solar system might be able to escape this catastrophe. However, this would require Mo Yuming to return to the spaceship and take control of it again.

Mo Yuming felt that he was much weaker now, and his senses and control were much worse. Fortunately, the Earth's gravity had little effect on his soul, otherwise, Mo Yuming probably would have had difficulty even standing up.

Familiar mountains and forests, familiar flowers and trees, Mo Yuming swiftly shuttled between the mountains and rivers, feeling as if he were dreaming. This is the Earth where I have lived for more than forty years.

"I'm back!" Mo Yuming shouted excitedly in the primeval forest. However, he was currently in a spirit state, so even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, probably no one would hear him except himself, and perhaps only that flattened tablet that had been reduced to dust!

Mo Yuming quickly traveled thousands of miles and arrived at the city he knew best. The streets and buildings here had not changed much, but some places had changed beyond recognition and were no longer the same as before.

Daylight had broken, and people were already out and about on the streets. Cars and pedestrians were gradually increasing. Another bustling day was about to begin. Mo Yuming had no interest in observing these scenes; he only wanted to get to his farm as soon as possible to see how everything he had painstakingly built was doing.

Leaving the city, at Mo Yuming's current speed, he arrived at the farm in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, even though he deliberately slowed down.

The trees were still the same trees, only some of the saplings planted years ago had grown into large trees, and some fruit trees were laden with fruit. From afar, Mo Yuming could hear the calls of the livestock on the farm. These most familiar sounds brought tears to Mo Yuming's eyes.

It was the same place, the same scene, nothing had changed, except that he no longer belonged here. Mo Yuming drifted into the farm, walked along a winding stone path, and at the end of the flower-filled fields was the small villa where he used to live.

The scenery remains the same; even the bamboo fence outside the courtyard hasn't been changed, still covered with vines blooming with small flowers.

"Siming, wake up! It's the weekend. Aunt Xiaoya from the city will be bringing little Lingling over to play later! Don't let her see you and say that our Siming is a lazybones!"

A soft voice came from his bedroom on the second floor.