In Spring City, it seemed like perpetual darkness reigned, the wind howling endlessly through the eternal night.

Bizarre streams of light constantly surged above the canopy of night, as if the aurora and neon lights were thrown into a blender, turned into juice, and then tirelessly spread layer by layer—nauseating, yet over time, the senses strangely began to acclimate.

Even the sight of this scenery became mundane and exceedingly normal.

Upon realizing this, Ji Jue's heart couldn't help but tighten with vigilance.

The contamination of evil often occurred insidiously.

Often invisible to the naked eye, it could be a share at an AA meeting, a bizarre dream forgotten upon waking, an inconspicuous decorative item at home, a rather strange story in a book, or even a bowl of common wonton noodles...

That's why it could be considered a nefarious influence.

Before detection, the person involved often unconsciously gravitated toward evil foolishness and by the end, all it took was a spark to ignite the kindling, beyond control.

Forty years ago, a change beneath the Vortex led a large purple star to streak across the sky, radiating brilliant light. And in the ten years that followed, spontaneous Mutated sources emerged unceasingly across the world...

Merely by looking once,

At the moment when their eyes brightened with that glowing light, within their souls, an unintended anticipation and yearning were irresistibly sown.

Because of this, Lu Changsheng received his title as Sacrificial Master Saint, wholly integrating the scattered Evil Cult, whereas before, he was just the most ordinary among all the middle and upper ranks.

He lacked the impatience for quick success that his fellow cultists exhibited, his forte was the persistent drip of water eroding stone and the sawing of rope through wood—under the relentless chill of time, by the time you realize the severity of the freeze, it's too late to turn back.

Exactly for this reason, when he stepped forward to unite such a colossal force and stood openly against the Security Bureau, it made one's heart tense with apprehension.

What exactly was he up to?

What was he on? Playing such a high-stakes game?

Ji Jue didn't know the extent of Lu Changsheng's machinations, but right now the little that slipped through the cracks was close to crushing them.

In the face of the biting cold wind, Ji Jue lay prone atop the ruins of a broken high-rise, lifting his telescope.

From his elevated vantage point, the monstrous nature of Spring City was revealed.

Numerous dissipating lights above the dome of the sky hung down like curtains, layer upon layer, shrouding the dim city. Through that dreamlike and illusory layer of glow, the world appeared twisted and monstrous.

Within the Spiritual Sensing, waves like ripples constantly spread, emanating from every nook and cranny of Spring City.

The whole of Spring City had long become a plaything of the Evil Cult.

Now, as that Invisible hand descended from the clouds, toying at will, the gloomy city revealed the suppressed savagery and hunger lurking in the darkness.

In the midst of distant roars, in the thick fog, massive silhouettes appeared and disappeared, sweeping over the ruins. Tentacles stretched out from the mist, indiscriminately preying upon surrounding Mutants, feasting without restraint.

Meanwhile, the eerie shadows that had been unexpectedly encountered spread from the ground, slithering, with bursts of cracking sounds, moving swiftly past.

On the empty streets or plazas, massive fragmented statues sometimes emerged without warning, with blood ceaselessly spilling from the broken necks.

Without a visible cause, one Mutant head after another bizarrely appeared atop their pedestals...

Everything in sight had become a pasture for the evil, those strange behemoths as docile as cattle and sheep, wandering in the darkness and grazing on the ever-sprouting greenery, growing ever larger.

Ji Jue deliberately skirted his gaze over those things, not even daring to look directly.

Who knows how keen the perception of those creatures was; if merely being seen meant being targeted, then he would be delivering himself to their doorstep.

"Repairman in position."

He lay at the edge of the floor, looking through the reflection in the mirror down at an unremarkable building below—Spring City Bank.

The desolate and decrepit bank filled the entire four-story building, with the occasional shadow flickering down the surrounding streets.

When Mutant moths passed by in the air, an eerie glow would often emerge from the bank, effortlessly grinding the moths into a pulp.

The entire bank was shrouded in a Secret Ritual, watertight.

Behind the tattered curtains, a faint glimmer of light was cast, but the interior movements were hard to discern.

This was the outpost that Tong Shan had found from his covert observations, the farthest from their hiding place and with the weakest response.

Tong Shan and Xu Guan had spent four candles and squatted for several hours to figure out the inner workings through various methods.

The followers of the Evil Cult had flocked to the bank, decidedly not for loan purposes. They had transformed the entire bank from top to bottom into an evil abode, all to maximize the proximity to the Vortex, thereby attracting the descent and blessing of higher evil beings.

Just like Lian Cheng's actions in the Time Ruins.

Today, with the rejection from the present world, the forced "levitation" of Spring City consumed a vast amount of resources every day.

Wanting to save that expenditure, which could even cause Heavenly People heart palpitations, they definitely needed to find something to prop up the empty Spring City.

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