Even within the association where immortals gather like flax, this master is notorious for his unorthodox ways.

How should I put it? Although it seems he hasn't touched any forbidden research or outcomes, he creatively skirts the edges and jumps controversially, greatly expanding the workload of association reviewers, even promoting the perfection of the association's internal rules and regulations...

Everything he does seems a bit off, yet, if you insist on saying what exactly is wrong, you just can't pinpoint it.

As a result, he's become a thorn in the side of the Punishment Team, who are just waiting for him to mess up so they can quickly build a solid case and put him away for good.

In the end, he didn't even give the Punishment Team a chance.

Before anything could happen, he directly announced his withdrawal from the association, leading to his complete removal from the Taiyi Ring, and his master title was revoked. However, he vanished without a trace by then.

Over the years, some say he fell into You Sui, others say he suffered the association's ultimate punishment and was imprisoned in a dungeon, and others allege he joined Nirvana... In short, as a master skilled in the Heart Core, Mirror, and Ether Domain crafts, who knows what mischief he could stir up within the Divine Country.

Previously, several Holy Object theft cases were linked to him, yet this slippery guy left no traces, and many times, even the Saints were fooled and flustered."

"And now, this guy is clearly entangled with Ji Jue!"

He pointed to the face of Old Deng in the photo, solemnly saying, "Think about it, everyone. Just with Fluid Alchemy and Marvelous Alchemy, coupled with these two's hodgepodge of urgent studies, God knows what they could create!

The existence of the Fallen Holy Seal is just a minor trial!

And then, there's the addition of a certain… uh, a woman who intruded into the Yellow Millet Dream. Now, with mind, technology, and fist, these guys lack nothing. It will only become more troublesome..."

"Do you think this poison is simple?"

He gestured toward the cabinet, "It's only been a few minutes. Why don't you take a look?"

Silence.

In the dead silence, within the cabinet, countless writhing mycelia had unknowingly reformed into a bizarre figure, like an image produced by a shoddy AI, seemingly decent at first glance but increasingly wrong the more you look at it. Excessive fingers, a bizarre and indescribable body structure, even features switching between male and female, and ever-shifting faces.

At this moment, it, no—he, was lying on the thick glass, curiously observing the figures in the hall, the face changing constantly amid the mycelia's writhing.

You could vaguely discern the features of everyone present, continuously shifting until, in the end, after several faces pieced together, it strangely formed a harmony.

It looked like a person.

A newly created person.

Though it sounds amusing, when such a scene appeared before everyone, they could feel a faint chill from the emotionless face and hollow eyes.

"What exactly is this thing?" The Pope's expression grew increasingly solemn: "Within the Divine Country, there is neither life nor death. How could it mutate to such an extent..."

"It's precisely because within the Divine Country, there's neither life nor death that it could mutate to this extent. This is a weapon crafted especially for us."

Guang Wen sneered coldly: "This poison, in essence, is a kind of parasitic spiritual body capable of self-replication, cultivated as a result of combining the specialty of spiritual refinement and Marvelous Alchemy by Tide Sound, undergoing generations of purification and selection.

Its presence is extremely minute, almost like bacteria. Once it comes into contact with spiritual essence, it rapidly breeds, and spiritual things, in the Yellow Millet Dream, can't perish, hence the situation escalates.

In a few hours, all the consciousness and emotions of the victim would be entirely consumed by it, turning into a shell, while the massively reproducing spiritual poison, in turn, would sustain the host's consciousness. Absorbing too much emotion and consciousness, the host might not even realize they've been infected.

But upon encountering other living beings, the infected host, turned into a nest, will completely burst apart, with these mycelia spreading out like pollination, commencing a new round of infection.

If deployed on a large scale, it's foreseeable that if Sky City doesn't adopt a targeted strategy, within a month, there wouldn't be a single believer left in the world to continue providing faith..."

Without waiting for everyone to react, Guang Wen hammered down again:

"Besides, according to observations in the Heavenly Eye Hall, the Rabbit Hole has been activated eight times in succession recently, each time transporting large amounts of supplies outward. Guess what exactly they're shipping out, instant noodles or holiday dolls?"

"..."

In the prolonged silence, the Pope spoke up, solemnly saying, "Now that it has come to this, the heretics must not succeed in their scheme. We must ascertain the heretics' movements and where exactly those things are going... I shall deploy the power of the Holy Lord to assist, the Heavenly Eye Hall will trace the traces quickly and lock down the location of the gap, this time, we must not let the fallen demon escape!"

"As the Pope said!"

The Guardian Saint nodded, solemnly stating: "If necessary, deploying all legions is not out of the question... No matter what, the day of the Saint's arrival is near, the heretics must not continue to survive in the Holy Land!"

Once he finished speaking, there was no response.

The Guardian Saint froze for a moment, looking toward others, only to find them also looking at him as if... they had seen a ghost.

As if they saw a fool suddenly get enlightened, speaking some kind of truth.

"Wha-what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Soon, in the brief silence, the Guardian Saint was also frozen in place, as if finally understanding where his unintended words pointed to.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

He trembled with terror and rage, utterly disbelieving in his own suspicion!

In the silence, nobody dared to speak.

Only Wen Su scoffed, clapping with admiration.

No other than a craftsman!

Truly insane!

The Saint's day.

The most important and grandest festival in the Divine Country Paradise.

Every three hundred and sixty-five days, celebrating the Holy God's benevolent creation of the Divine Country, all districts will be immersed in a sea of joy.

Meanwhile, countless believers will gather under Sky City to receive grace.

By then, the gate to Paradise will manifest from the earth, guiding every devout believer towards Heaven, to enjoy endless bliss...

Imagine, if, in the most bustling places of each district, beneath the Sky City, in front of the gates of Paradise... suddenly, a bomb exploded.

How long does it take, from Heaven, to Hell?!

BOOM!!!

In that moment, the dome of the Sky City suddenly blackened, boundless thunder erupted with the Pope's wrath, the hunched, aged figure slowly straightened, eyes bursting with fierce light.

"From now on, mobilize all the forces of the church, at any cost!"

"—Investigate, kill, burn this group of heretics to ashes for me!"

And so, in the Holy City suspended high above the Divine Country Paradise, the vast bell rang again, resounded across the land, pervading everything.

Countless angels descended into the mortal world from the open Tianmen, arriving at every Holy Hall, as overseers and commanders, bringing unprecedentedly harsh orders.

Within three days, eradicate the heretics! Regardless of consequences, regardless of cost!

Thus, the world transformed.

As if turning from Paradise into a machine, roaring into operation, one by one the believers became screws and parts within a vast system, operating desperately, the Main Priests and high officials also endured day and night, searching for all clues, daring not to be negligent.

And above the firmament, veils of light fell unhidden, sweeping across the land, seeking every gap between dreams and hidden secrets, plowing through the wilderness and cities inch by inch.

In just a few hours, more than four resistance camps were unearthed, hundreds of involved church members were tied to the stake, tortured, interrogated repeatedly, even having their souls hollowed out, searching for any clues.

Until a warehouse hidden beneath the central cathedral of the Western District was excavated... When the Archbishop saw the angels moving out large jars one by one, he foresaw his own pathetic future, crying and passing out.

Then followed the second, the third...

The bomb camouflaged as a Holy Statue, the virus disguised as Holy Water, the poisoning mechanism hidden in the water supply... Everything Ji Jue painstakingly arranged was uprooted at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not a trace.

Even the underground organizations were thoroughly cleared out.

Amidst the screams and wails, the rumbling footsteps beyond the secret passage drew closer.

The emaciated man exhausted all his strength, bracing the door behind him tightly, yet he could not stop the terrifying force from striking...

"Go, Mr. Yu, go!"

In the end, he glanced at his battered friend, smiled one last time: "At this point, I don't blame you, just a pity, a pity..."

Pah!

A spear pierced through the door, into his body, followed by a second, a third, a fourth... The angels cruelly wielded this force, lifting him up, tearing him to pieces!

His shattered head fell from the air, still shouting at him:

"Go!!!"

Yu Shu gritted his teeth, hesitated, stepped back a step, and then another step.

Tumbling and crawling in a mad sprint.

Finally, he touched the edge of the Rabbit Hole.

Suddenly pulled open...

Yet upon the moment of connectivity, from the void, it seemed a delighted laugh echoed, so joyful.

"Finally, found it!"

Snap!

When Yu Shu scrambled out of the Rabbit Hole, he heard the sound of collapse behind him, continuous and gradually rising.

The narrow cave swiftly obliterated, collapsing.

The spirits traversing the dream realm wailed, rapidly dissipating.

The last to fall out, was a dirt-covered, delicate hairpin, the essence of the Rabbit Hole.

Completely wrecked!

Then, followed the booming that resounded across the heavens!

The entire gap of the dream realm abruptly vibrated intensely, the sky quaked, countless cracks suddenly spread out, right across the shattered sky, one giant silhouette after another, mountain-like, appeared.

Weapons in hand raised, struck down.

Stirring up world-shaking waves.

Higher up, the gates of Heaven opened, like a tide, the Angel Legion gushed forth, rampaging, sweeping, rushing forward.

Yu Shu, stood in a daze.

"I, I..."

As he finally figured out what exactly he had done, his face instantly turned pale, clutching his hair, almost unable to breathe, he cried out in pain.

He messed up, ruined everything!

Yet at this moment, amidst the earth-shattering roar, there was laughter, so joyful.

Ji Jue!

In the empty center of the camp, Ji Jue waited long, extended his hand, pulled him up from the ground, heavily patted his shoulder, unreservedly praising.

"Ah Shu, well done!"

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