In legend, the world once fell apart.

When the primordial gods fell from the heavens, the sun vanished without a trace, leaving the earth desolate. In the darkness, frost and death fire surged like tides, sweeping across the land, enveloping everything.

Then, the Kings of the Chaotic Era dragged the corpses of the gods, traversing the earth.

They bound the sun, fought the desolation, imprisoned the darkness, and drove away the frost and flames, recreating everything we have now.

Now, the flames have reignited.

As if they have returned once more.

Endless scarlet dances upon the earth, wisps of ashes and sparks fall from the sky, landing on Lv Yingyue's shoulders like a rain of tears.

The heavy protective suit shields against the heat, yet cannot resist the destruction and death rising from within the flames, climbing upon the skin like unsheathable knives.

When she turns back, she sees no path.

But when she looks ahead, it seems as if only destruction and death remain.

She no longer remembers, how long she has endured...

Bang!

The heavy pressure of Tian Yuan manifested out of thin air, crushing that corpse writhing within the flames.

Then another, yet another...

The sound of explosions is incessant.

Amidst the burning disaster flame, those countless dead seem to come alive once again. Full of resentment and venom, they cry and pray, yet wish to drag all living things within reach into Hell.

Unless someone pushes them back into Hell once more...

Like herself.

At this moment, behind Lv Yingyue, countless bones burn to charcoal in the flames, piling into a mountain from Hell, stretching to the edge of sight.

She did all that.

All of it...

With reckless abandon, she plunged into the heart of this ocean of fire, sacrificing everything, yet couldn't find even one survivor.

What she saw was nothing like the promised future and light by that damn committee selection, only Hell and death.

Until, in the end, she was thoroughly exhausted.

She wearily collapsed to the ground, forgetting the pain of burning...

Boom!!!

From the depths of endless flames came a resounding explosion.

A fierce light descended from the sky, like a blade, piercing through the burning earth and heavens—followed by the endless Flame Tide abruptly pausing, beginning to gradually disperse like receding tides.

At this moment, the natural disaster retreats!

"Well done, Commissioner Lv."

Amidst the vanishing flames, an illusory projection not belonging here appeared before her, a craftsman draped in white holding a cane, his face blurred, age indistinguishable: "Thanks to your invaluable time, the sealing committee and the Federation completed communication, successfully awakening the Heavenly Governor.

Hai Province is saved because of this, this endeavor truly deserves great merit."

"..."

Amidst the ashes, Lv Yingyue tiredly turned around, looking at him: "What exactly happened?"

"A few hours ago, the current world and Vortex collided, between Vortex and reality, a crack appeared like the Void Abyss, leading to this disaster."

"And the lock?"

Lv Yingyue suddenly grew tense, "The lock was opened?"

"Not that exaggerated, it's merely a slit."

The craftsman slowly shook his head: "The existence of the sealing committee means to maintain reality, ensuring the lock's stability.

The lock's existence is constructed between Twelve Superior and Great Evil, using the Supreme Heavenly Art from the bygone era T5—as Sky Rail, Life Stream, Corridor, Spirit River, instance as wedges, omnipresent, encompassing all.

If it could be so easily opened, this world would have been destroyed already, wouldn't it?"

Lv Yingyue retorted: "Then why make such a big fuss over it?"

The craftsman paused in silence, seemingly surprised by her courage and defiance, yet didn't react with anger.

On that blurred face, the expression was inexplicable.

"Even though the Flame Seed should burn out eventually, if left unattended, half of Hai Province will be consumed in flames, naturally extinguishing, without affecting the big picture.

The key is if the rift cannot be closed... Over time, should something beneath the Vortex be thrown into the current world, there would certainly be trouble."

"More troublesome than Spring City?"

Lv Yingyue sneered, no longer masking her discontent.

But the response was not rebuke or perfunctory words, but a brief silence.

Then, a calm reply.

"Yes, that's right."

The craftsman said: "Even more troublesome than Spring City."

"..."

Lv Yingyue had no more words to say.

Fatigue-ridden, she supported herself, stepping onto the return path, her steps faltering.

Compared to her, the phantom not belonging here appeared so light, even taking time to look around, gazing down at the charred corpses beneath.

As if used to such scenes, treating it as a spring outing.

Until much later, the phantom's steps suddenly halted, standing amidst ashes and scorched earth, seemingly in doubt, raising his head.

Looking towards the distance.

In the extinguished ashes seemed to linger sobs or wails, yet could not block out the distant sound, a gentle melody.

Hoarse and deep, it echoed in the fragmented Hell, carrying hopes and blessings.

Survivor!

For a moment, Lv Yingyue's eyes seemed to shine brightly, uncontrollably, yet immediately, stiffened where she stood, as though in a belated realization.

"It seems to be an unexpected situation." The craftsman's phantom sighed softly, "Such a circumstance was not stipulated in the regulations, Commissioner Lv, you may decide as you will."

"..."

Lv Yingyue remained silent, not speaking.

She stood amidst the scorched ruins, outside a shattered carriage, separated by broken doors, silently gripping the sword hilt in her hand.

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