Condense the 'death' experienced, witnessed, and perceived into Spiritual Crystal, then catalyze it, injecting it into the enemy's perception.

This realization is like a virus capable of decompressing and replicating itself, filling every thought process.

At the moment of interpretation, the experience of death has already been repeated tens, hundreds, or thousands of times.

In that absolute void, any consciousness will gradually dissolve, evaporate, and completely vanish without a trace.

"Essence of Absolute Abyss."

Bao Dacai squinted, savoring the bit of darkness spreading across his tongue — these young folks nowadays are truly scary, how come each one puts their strength into the Vortex?

Hmm, but this purity is simply a rare treasure, almost entirely new from a grand sin!

Even solving one mystery raises more questions in the heart.

Even if consciousness is dissolved and completely evaporated, as long as the soul of the opponent, who governs this Illusion Dream, remains, it can be reshaped like a mold, and at worst, just erase the poisoned memories.

There must be something more crucial!

Something that touches more closely on the essence and substance of the dream of 黄粱之梦...

"Bao, are you okay?"

A disheveled Yu Shu finally climbed up from the ground and saw the dazed old man, asking with concern.

"Ah, I'm okay, I'm okay, thanks to Miss Wen and Mr. Ji!"

The elder, regaining his senses, softened and slumped to the ground, drenched in sweat: "Such a grand scale, truly terrified me! This old body is almost useless... Don't mind me, go check on the others quickly."

At this moment, the camp was a scene of wailing, full of devastation.

Everywhere lay fragments of limbs, heads, and flesh, with only a few survivors left, barely one in ten.

From the start, this was a meticulously planned attack. With the camp under turmoil, first gather everyone together, then detonate bombs, reveal true forms, and slaughter wantonly...

If not for Ji Jue, no matter how fast Wen Wen reacted, the loss might have been catastrophic.

But fortunately... it's quite hard to truly die. Even if blasted apart, as long as consciousness remains, it can be stitched back together, rehabilitate for a few days, and continue lively.

However, in Ji Jue's view, this attack seems a bit hasty — internal rebellion aside, to maximize battle results, there must be inside-outside cooperation.

If I were the cult, I would plant a few infiltrators, and once plans are confirmed, seize the chaos in the camp, and when there is no resistance, capitalize on chaos, press in with forces, and completely eradicate the entire camp...

Then he heard the crisp sound of shattering.

"Not good, big sis, not good!"

A voice filled with panic shouted, as a young man covered in dust staggered back into the camp: "Outside, outside, there are many... many..."

No need to say more.

Above the firmament, a rift suddenly appeared, like a broken display screen, followed by one golden point after another emerging from above the firmament.

A majestic gate appeared out of thin air in the clouds, from which countless angels flowed out, diving towards the canyon where the camp was located.

One rift after another quickly emerged from above the firmament, and with each sound of shattering, the fog shrouding the firmament dissipated a bit.

"The situation is not good."

Bao Dacai reached into his chest and pulled out a crystal ball, watching as fine cracks appeared on its surface, "Commander, the 'Prism' is about to give out."

The defense set up in this narrow Illusion Dream Gap is supported and borne by all the consciousnesses in the camp together. Originally, even an angel siege could hold for a while, but at this moment, when everyone is most dazed and weak, it's basically non-existent.

In the dead silence, the survivors who heard this showed gray and panic-stricken faces, falling into chaos and fear.

First, the loss of the main force, then the attack inside the camp, with successive blows, no matter how steadfast a person is, they would fall into panic and wavering...

After all, once captured back, they may be thrown into the Border Prison to burn for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

And at this moment, not even suicide is possible.

"Tch..."

In the almost frozen air, Wen Wen's expression changed, she clenched her teeth, raised the spear in her hand towards everyone: "Don't worry, folks, today is unlike the past, definitive power has emerged!

In the coming days, we no longer need to hide and evade, the great undertaking of counterattacking Sky City will one day be achieved in our hands!

No need to worry, no need to panic, all you need to do now is protect yourselves, protect this spark, that's enough.

The rest, leave it to me to..."

'Break through and cover the retreat,' such words, she couldn't utter.

It was Ji Jue.

Suddenly, he put a hand on her shoulder, still with a bright smile: "Wen Sis, don't worry. At this crucial moment, it's a time for everyone to brainstorm, maybe others can think of a way?

Right, Bao?"

With comforting and stable words, as the faces turned, the cold gaze moved towards Bao Dacai without concealment.

Enough is enough, Old Deng!

At this critical point, if everyone wants to stick together, then contribute money if you have money, and put in effort if you have strength. But if you still plan to just watch and take no action... then don't blame me for being rude!

He can't say for others, but for a craftsman's bottom line, the craftsman knows best. After all, the bottom line of a craftsman is having no bottom line at all.

Ji Jue simply doesn't believe that an old hand like Bao Dacai, who has long practiced Nirvana, would have no arrangements in their own backyard?

If none, it only means one thing, he never considered this place his backyard!

Look at that shabby factory that even makes rats cry, folks, if this old thing had put a single bit of thought into his work, Ji Jue would eat that broken lathe on the spot!

As for the possibility of innocence, what a joke, do craftsmen ever have innocence?!

"Ahem, oh, yes, yes!"

The old man stared blankly for a moment, then decisively nodded: "Ah, Wen Commander, you are still too impatient. Actually, I've had preparations for this a long time ago."

He slapped his forehead, as if suddenly remembering: "You see, when people get older, they tend to forget things. Almost forgot, when helping with the construction of the Prism earlier, I happened to pull out a Rabbit Hole!"

In an instant, after a brief silence, cheers erupted, endless and resounding.

The members who were initially ashen-faced were now incredulous, bursting into ecstatic cries, dancing around as if they found salvation in a desperate situation.

While Ji Jue was puzzled, he saw Old Deng rummaging behind his back for a long time, then magically pulling out a tattered bag.

The ragged canvas bag was opened, seemingly small at first glance but surprisingly huge when unfolded, and inside was pitch black, like a cave, with strange prismatic light and mist at its end, vaguely revealing another serene wilderness.

Without needing any prompt, people immediately began organizing the resources for the survivors, shoveling companions into the truck beds, and hurried to move.

It was evident they had escaped countless times; everyone present was swift, orderly coordinated, and within minutes, the mountain of supplies was packed into the last few functional trucks which rumbled into that darkness within the bag.

Soon, after passing through the darkness, they reached a new area.

Excitedly waving towards this side.

In fairy tales, an innocent girl chasing a rabbit with a pocket watch jumps into the Rabbit Hole, and when she crawls back out, she finds herself in a magical world that seems like a dream.

It is said that there exists a Gate of Eternity with a Heavenly Artisan item number that is a living rabbit, and as long as you follow it, you can go anywhere you wish, from the ethereal heavens to the Netherworld, without any hindrance, truly miraculous.

However, the only drawback is that you cannot contain this rabbit, and it will never stop to wait for you...

"Marvelous Alchemy?"

Ji Jue glanced at Old Deng beside him, suddenly understanding.

Much like Fluid Alchemy, it is the legacy of Ancient Alchemy, only Ji Jue knew nothing about Marvelous Alchemy aside from its focus on ether, Heart Core, and Mirror.

He had only heard that they can fuse absurd legends, stories, and strange tales to create incredible works.

The Rabbit Hole creation was probably an interpretation based on that legend.

Yet, Ji Jue didn't expect it also had the ability to traverse through dreams.

"It's insignificant, just a little skill kept at the bottom of the trunk, like a magician's trick. Once exposed, it loses its charm."

Bao Dacai smiled gently, hunching over as he signaled towards the Rabbit Hole:

"Mr. Ji, please?"

"Then let's go."

Ji Jue glanced at him once more, entered without hesitation, surprising the elder whose face had a mischievous look, causing him a moment of reflection.

Such courage made his own probing seem narrow-minded.

Meanwhile, above the sky, amidst the constant sound of shattering, the Prism enveloping the camp rapidly fractured and crumbled, leaving the vast camp empty and desolate.

He turned back one last time, thought for a moment, reached into his belongings, and pulled out a small Crystal Ball, tossing it onto the ground.

Then, he walked into the bag.

Quickly, the bag left behind deflated, shrunk, reverted to its original size, and then the opening turned inward, rolling as if someone was pulling it from the other end.

Once it shrank to the limit, it vanished with a 'pop'.

As the crystal sphere filled with cracks shattered completely, the angels descended from the infinite radiance, searching the entire camp but finding nothing besides ruins.

Oh, and a sound like a crystal fracturing...

In the deathly silence, all the angels looked at each other, bewildered, glancing around until they noticed the cracks in the sky were still ceaselessly spreading, gradually covering everything within the camp.

Something's wrong—

The angel wearing a gold crown froze for a moment, then shouted enraged, flapping his wings to try and flee through the crack above.

At that last moment, the final crisp sound of rupture echoed.

Pop!

The pillar supporting this Illusion Dream Gap silently snapped.

Finally, the entire gap collapsed completely!

The bubble burst.

Countless angels evaporated instantly in that voided collapse.

Outside the gap, a massive commanding Heavenly General watched helplessly as his subordinates vanished like foam, his fury and outrage overcame him.

Recalling the promise made before the Holy Seat and the consequences of mission failure, he could not suppress his anger and fear, letting out curses.

But soon, the voice stopped.

In the roar, the huge Heavenly General suddenly knelt low to the ground, prostrating fully, as if sensing something, trembling in fear.

And then, above his head,

A black line quietly spread, then opened to either side, forming an entire sky-filling Blood Eye, coldly gazing downward.

The Heavenly General trembled, sweating profusely, "Holy, Holy God above, please allow—"

The giant eye coldly closed.

No longer watching.

A breeze swept by, and the Heavenly General collapsed like foam, disappearing entirely, unlike his subordinates buried within the gap who may still await rebirth, utterly and completely vanished.

In the empty wilderness, only a disdainful chuckle echoed across the heavens.

Gradually fading away.

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