Su Hao and Ashan's trial run was a success.
The two of them could indeed coordinate a Teleport.
However, teleporting an entire mountain placed far greater mental strain on them than they had imagined, and consumed a considerable amount of energy as well.
Su Hao calculated silently. "Spiritual energy is easy enough to replenish, but Spiritual Power is not so easily restored. There are less than fifteen years until impact. We could keep sending more mountains into space during this time to block it, but the mental drain on Ashan and me would be too great. Afterward, we might not be able to teleport the Soar."
If they began conserving their strength now, they might still be able to teleport the Soar to its designated position fifteen years later.
After thinking for a long while, Su Hao gave up on continuing to send mountains into space. Instead, he said to Ashan, "Ashan, the test succeeded. From now on, ignore everything else and focus entirely on training your Mental Tentacles until you reach your limit. Leave the practical matters to the others!"
"Okay Boss Wei!" Ashan said.
As time passed, the incomparably massive stone hanging over everyone's heads drew ever closer, while the stone weighing upon their hearts grew ever heavier.
No one knew whether this crisis could be overcome safely. The vast majority held a pessimistic outlook. Though they said, "We'll fight to the bitter end with everything we have," in their hearts, they had long prepared to perish alongside the world.
There was no other reason. Before such a natural calamity, humanity's strength was simply too insignificant. It was the same helplessness felt by ordinary people with lifespans of less than a hundred years—they knew that when the time came, they would die, yet there was nothing they could