In the snap of fingers, infinite thunderbolts burst forth from the clouds.

The ethereal electric light condensed into substance, under the infusion of inner malice, it manifested as forms of knives, spears, swords, and halberds, gathering all afterglow, and then poured destruction into that dreamlike crystal.

Spiritual Shaping!

To combine one's soul with the workings of the world, to turn one's spirituality into an earthly vessel for transformation, to wield one's will as a substitute for terrestrial destruction!

At this moment, myriad crystalline thunderbolts appeared out of nothing between the open hands, and then, within the storm covering most of the Federation, endless majestic heavenly might descended with the rain!

The terrorizing destructive power, surpassing the Twelve Superior, was revealed here—

Matrix·[Ying Yuan], going all out!

What could be seen were only blazing lights piercing through the heavens instantaneously, congealed and unfading, even penetrating the earth without any sign of collapse.

There were no screams or wails to be heard, no sight of blood and corpses; the thunder and electric light covered them all!

In such thunderstorm weather, the destructive power of the Entropy System was naturally exaggerated and once again expanded. There was no need to gather thunder light or construct Yin Yang; simply unleash this destructive power as desired.

The air instantly filled with the smell of scorching, the stench of ionized air, and countless layers of lingering azure electric light spreading out.

It seemed someone was shouting something loudly, but it was completely indistinct.

The writhing phantoms swiftly collapsed amidst the thunderbolts, scattering, trying to escape, yet after struggling to break through the thunder cage, they crashed against the distinct ink-colored high walls.

"Again, again! Continue, continue!"

Lou Yanyue laughed, her laughter grew more intense with the thunder, blending her nature with the thunder's frenzy, so exhilarating. With a casual flick of fingers, thunderbolts like whips rained down in crisscross patterns, smashing everything visible, yet it was still not enough.

Even broken into pieces wouldn't stop; they continued to pulverize.

Until the last charred marks disappeared, all clouds in this realm were completely squeezed dry, drained, and finally reluctantly stopped.

Gradually descending.

Barefoot on scorched earth, she disdainfully spat at the charred marks, "Three Old Dengs put together are still less than one Ruins when it comes to taking hits. With only these skills, dare to come out to sell? I'd say, Little Tong, you still need to practice."

Tong Shan sighed wisely, refraining from asking what the "Little Tong" nickname was about, simply nodding, "Hard work."

"Hey! We're all buddies here, why be polite?"

Lou Yanyue waved her hand, stood on tiptoes to pat his shoulder, proudly smiling with loyalty, "Call me if you need anything!"

"..."

For a moment, Tong Shan looked at that distinctly juvenile face, wanting to speak but hesitant.

I still prefer the way you looked when disabled; at least a bit quieter…

"No, thanks."

Facing the proffered rod-like mint candy, he instinctively waved his hand, then Lou Yanyue deftly peeled off the wrapper and started chewing it herself.

"Let's check the time now…" She thought for a moment and suddenly said, "That kid should have reached Kunwu by now?"

"Yes, arrived yesterday. It's said he's stirred up quite the trouble again." Tong Shan sighed, "It's driving Sky City mad now, the first of the four houses to be eliminated, and if they're unwilling, they're likely to stir up something.".

"Talking about so much struggle, in the end, isn't it just life and death?"

Lou Yanyue scoffed, "With so many people moving toward Longyuan, when the battle erupts, there might be some fun. The Cliff City hasn't been stable these days either, they say there's a Heavenly People of ether lurking in the dark? Can they hold up?"

"Nothing but a bit chaotic, dealing with chaos through chaos."

Tong Shan shook his head, "A bunch of traitorous, insatiable folks, after so many years, it's time for a cleanup."

"What about Lv Yingyue?"

Lou Yanyue asked indifferently, "Heard that vixen is coming back?"

"..."

Tong Shan glanced at her, and she looked back indifferently, with not a hint of guilt for the vile gossip, leaving Tong Shan increasingly helpless.

After all, with such a reputation… it's hard for a subordinate to correct.

She herself doesn't care, let others say what they will.

"Yes."

Tong Shan raised his head, looking towards the northwest direction of Central City, "Should be within these three or four days."

Heavy clouds, long rain.

Central City was nowhere to be seen, only a stretch of endless gloom.

.

.

"Do you think if I went back today, they'd be surprised?"

At this moment, outside Central City, aboard the slowly ascending Flying Airship, Lv Yingyue set down her teacup with a smile and asked beside her.

"I don't know about surprise, but surely frightened."

The young secretary sighed, weary in mind and body.

Having endured the bureaucratic ordeal with the director in Central City, struggling with endless meeting notes every day, and occasionally having the schedule torn apart at the director's whim, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Each time Lv Yingyue made a snap decision, he suffered, thoroughly PTSD-ridden.

At such a critical juncture, Lv Yingyue suddenly left Central City secretly without warning; what considerations lie behind it, he dared not think, only knowing some unlucky one would surely suffer.

Besides, it's best not to ponder matters beyond understanding.

Thinking is a crime too.

Even aboard the Flying Airship now, work continued, and only after organizing a portion of the records on the screen did he notice silence had long settled in the cabin.

Complete stillness.

He puzzledly looked up, gazing across.

On the sofa, Lv Yingyue held a teacup, calmly staring out the window, as multiple changing fragmented lights passed over her elegant face, leaving no trace.

"What are you looking at?"

"Of course, it's Central City."

Lv Yingyue smiled faintly, gazing down at the myriad of flickering lights outside the window: "Every time I look, it feels so vast."

The secretary, hearing this, looked curiously out the window, and then fell into silence.

From within the shadowy night and the gentle patter of rain, everything seemed to blur, yet the lights grew ever clearer, shining brightly.

At this moment, when looking down from the heavens, it was as if it was an endless ocean.

On the winding streets, innumerable lights flowed silently, illuminating both inside and out, making everything hidden in daylight become clearer.

The nine heavens hung high, towering like a mountain, reaching into the clouds.

Even standing at this altitude, gazing at those countless lights ascending to the heavens, one could still sense its towering majesty, as well as one's own insignificance.

Like an ant.

"Look, we are beneath the feet of a giant," Lv Yingyue remarked with emotion, suddenly asking, "If you were to become a cell, what would you want to be?"

"Huh?" The secretary was bewildered but, noticing Lv Yingyue's serious gaze, thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Uh, a… platelet?"

"How cute."

Lv Yingyue smiled, leaving the secretary even more confused: "And you, Director? A neuron? Or gray matter?"

"I don't know."

Lv Yingyue shook her head without hesitation, enjoying the secretary's speechless look, slowly saying: "When I was young, I had many unrealistic fantasies. By the time I reached this age, any ambition was almost gone.

Because I knew my own nature too well, I couldn't even muster the slightest expectation. All the scheming in the world couldn't cure me, yet the futile struggle refused to degenerate into a fierce poison. After going around in circles, in the end..."

She thought for a moment, her smile growing more joyful: "If I'm not seen as a cancer cell, that would be considered a success."

The secretary remained silent, saying nothing more.

And didn't ask further questions.

He lowered his head and continued his work.

Just like that, amidst the drifting night rain, the flying airship gradually ascended, crossing the thunderous clouds, returning once again under the gaze of the stars and the bright moon.

And so, it gradually disappeared into the distance.

Until it was engulfed by the explosion's firelight.

Two hours later, the air traffic control center issued a notification—private flying airship D7660 was suspected to have encountered a high-altitude thunderstorm and lost contact.

At the same time, in Longyuan Cold City, someone uploaded a video they had inadvertently taken: amid the torrential rain, the cloud layer laced with thunderbolts was burned to a scorching red, as if the iron curtain had cracked, as if some enormous monster loomed, stirring the storm and clouds.

Finally, the shattered framework of the airship fell burning from within.

Slowly sliding towards the earth.

Amidst the rumbling, countless flames and fragments splattered.

And before this, the night sky over Hai Zhou Cliff City had already been illuminated by the firelight, with flames atop the power station dancing furiously through the torrential rain, while the city swiftly plunged into darkness.

Without any warning, a massive blackout commenced.

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Within a narrow rocky cave in the mountains, silently shrouded under layers of secret spiritual seals, the Little Ox lay in darkness.

In the back compartment, a large gun dismantled on a propped-up table had its various components sorted into categories. Some required maintenance, while others, twisted and damaged beyond repair, awaited replacement after salvaging.

The relentless pursuit of rate of fire and power came at the cost of sacrificing everything that could be sacrificed.

Just one shot, and the entire weapon was already bordering on being scrapped, utterly useless unless maintained and repaired.

Ji Jue's eyes held a magnifying glass as he carefully polished the gun barrel components in his hand, hands steady as clamps as he slowly and meticulously cut the rifling, fine iron filings trickling down from his fingertips, accumulating into a small hill on the table.

"Don't move."

Without turning his head, he warned, while the mercury limbs behind him swiftly emerged, slapping down on An Ning's restless small hands, rescuing his gun breach from disaster.

"You're such a miser; let me have a look."

An Ning leaned over the edge of the table, cautiously inching forward, eagerly eyeing the various components: "Teach me, won't you? Maybe I'll just learn it immediately!"

"Teach you? Sure."

Ji Jue said without hesitation, pointing the mercury limb at her phone, and the screen suddenly lit up, digits and symbols flowing across: "This volume of 'Material Mechanics' is our school's secret knowledge. Today, I'll teach it to you, and tomorrow, after you've memorized it, we can begin learning 'Non-Standard Design' and 'Advanced Structure Science.'"

Study well, keep a good look; afterward, I'll quiz you. For every wrong answer, I'll confiscate one small mouse."

Immediately, White Deer the scholastic struggler let out a cry of ignorance, about to say something, only to see Ji Jue's hands suddenly freeze, as if stiffened.

"Something's not right."

He raised his head, listening attentively, "Is it just me, or is the rain getting heavier?"

It wasn't just that.

Just a moment ago, there seemed to be a distant sound of breaking near his ear, seemingly a hallucination, difficult to discern, yet his spiritual body instinctively trembled.

It was as if...

A glass bottle had been shattered?

The wind continued to howl, and the rain did not stop; the distant sounds of landslides and mudslides rampaged on, remaining loud. Yet, for some reason, amidst the chaotic noises, a strand of a familiar resonance suddenly emerged.

When he listened closely, the gale was shrill, the rain ferocious, as if nothing had changed. Yet within it, there was distinctly a sad wail, like a sob, resonating as if crying and telling a tale.

It made everything distinctly different.

Subtle changes that had been experienced countless times before re-emerged in perception, and at the moment the anomalies manifested, Ji Jue felt his spiritual body becoming increasingly active, like flaring flames rising from dark-burning firewood.

So familiar.

That is... Mutated Pollution!

At that instant, as the crack spread, an infinite black storm erupted like a geyser from the shattered bottle, shooting into the sky. Wailing and sorrow howled and spread from the rain, enveloping the mountains.

Kunwu darkness.

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