Chapter 459: Well done!

Even in the association where "immortals are as numerous as hemp," this master was known for being unconventional.

How should one put it? Although he never seemed to touch research or results that violated prohibitions, his creative ways of skirting the rules and his highly controversial back-and-forth greatly expanded the workload of the association’s audit personnel, and even promoted the improvement of the association’s internal rules and regulations...

Everything he did touched upon something wrong, but if you insisted on saying *where* it was wrong, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. It was like a seductive young lady dancing provocatively right under the nose of the auditors... they wanted to kill him, but there was no excuse, no opportunity...

He skirted the rules so often that he became a thorn in the side of the Absolute Punishment Squad, who were just waiting for him to make a mistake so they could turn it into an ironclad case and send him in for good.

As it turned out, he never gave the Absolute Punishment Squad the chance.

Before that could happen, he issued a notice and withdrew from the association, thus being completely removed from the Taiyi Ring, and his title of Master was revoked. Yet, he had already disappeared without a trace.

For so many years, some said he had fallen into the Deep Abyss, some said he had suffered the association’s absolute punishment and was locked in a dungeon, and others said he had joined Nirvana... In short, a Master, and a craftsman master skilled in the Heart Pivot, Mirror, and Aether domains—heaven knows what kind of trouble this guy could stir up in the Divine Kingdom.

Several holy relic theft cases had been linked to him before, but this guy was slippery as an eel; they couldn't find any traces at all. Several times they had come up empty-handed, and even the Saints had been played in circles."

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

He pointed to the face of the old man in the photo and said solemnly: "Think about it, everyone. Just the Fluid Alchemy and the Strange Tale Alchemy, plus the various taboo researches in the hands of these two—heaven knows what they can create.

The existence of the Fallen Holy Seal was just a small test of their skills!

Not to mention adding the... *cough cough*, the lady who broke into the Dream of Yellow Millet. Now, with brains, technology, and fists, these guys lack nothing. Things will only get trickier from here..."

"Moreover, do you think this poison is simple?"

He pointed to the cabinet. "It’s only been a few minutes, why don't you take a look?"

Dead silence.

In the dead silence, inside the cabinet, countless wriggling fungal threads had, at some point, reorganized into a bizarre figure. It looked like a graphic produced by an inferior AI—at first glance it looked like something, but the more you looked, the more wrong it seemed: too many fingers, a bizarre and indescribable body

structure, and even sexual characteristics that constantly switched between male and female, as well as a shifting face.

At this moment, he—no, *it*—was pressed against the thick glass, curiously observing the figures in the hall, its face constantly changing amidst the wriggling fungal threads.

One could vaguely distinguish the features of everyone present, constantly changing, and in the end, after several faces were pieced together, it actually formed a bizarre harmony.

It looked like a person.

A newly created person.

Although it sounded ridiculous, when such a scene appeared before everyone, they could feel a faint chill from those emotionless faces and hollow pupils.

"What exactly is this thing?" The Pope’s expression grew increasingly serious. "There is no life or death within the Divine Kingdom, how could it alienate to this extent..."

"It is precisely because there is no life or death within the Divine Kingdom that it can alienate to this extent. This is a weapon specifically crafted for us."

Guang Wen gave a cold laugh: "This poison is essentially a parasitic spiritual body capable of self-replication. It is the result of the spiritual quality refining and Strange Tale Alchemy that Chaosheng excels at, cultivated after generations of purification and screening.

Its existence is extremely tiny, almost the same as bacteria. Once it comes into

contact with spiritual quality, it will multiply rapidly. Yet, things with spirituality cannot die in the Dream of Yellow Millet, so it intensifies.

In just a few hours, all the consciousness and emotions of the patient are eaten up by it, turning them into an empty shell. At the same time, the massively multiplying spiritual poison will, in turn, maintain the host’s consciousness. Because it has absorbed too much emotion and consciousness, the host might not even realize they have been infected.

And once it encounters other living creatures, the infected person, who has become a nest, will completely burst. These fungal threads will drift toward the surroundings like pollination, carrying out a new round of infection.

If it is used on a large scale, it is foreseeable that if the Heavenly City cannot come up with a targeted strategy, in less than a month, there will not be a single believer left in the entire world to continue providing faith..."

Before everyone could react, Guang Wen dropped another heavy hammer:

"Besides that, according to the observations of the Heavenly Ether Eye Hall, in these days, the Rabbit Hole has been activated more than eight times. Each time, it has transported a large amount of supplies outward. Do you guess they were moving instant noodles or festival dolls?"

"..."

In the long, dead silence, the Pope spoke, saying solemnly: "Things have reached this point; we must not let the heretics' schemes succeed. We must find out the heretics' movements and where those things are going... I will mobilize the power of the Holy Lord to cooperate. The Heavenly Ether Eye Hall must trace the traces as quickly as possible and lock onto the location of the gaps.

This time, we must not let the demons from the sky escape again!"

"The Pope is absolutely right!"

The Garrison Saint nodded and said solemnly: "If necessary, we will mobilize all legions, no matter the cost... Regardless, the Holy Advent Day is near; we must not let this group of heretics continue to exist in the Holy Land!"

Once these words were spoken, there was no response whatsoever.

The Garrison Saint froze for a moment and looked at the others, only to find that the others were also looking at him, as if... they had seen a ghost.

As if they had seen a fool suddenly enlightened and speaking some kind of truth.

"Wh-what? Did I say something wrong?"

Soon, in the brief silence, the Garrison Saint also stiffened in place, as if he had finally understood where his unintentional remark was pointing.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

He trembled in terror, furious, completely unable to believe his own guess!

In the silence, no one dared to speak.

Only in Wen Su’s sneer was there applause and emotion, full of admiration.

As expected of a craftsman!

Truly insane!

Holy Advent Day.

The most important and grandest festival in the Divine Kingdom’s paradise.

Every three hundred and sixty-five days, to celebrate the Holy God’s descent and the compassionate great cause of creating the Divine Kingdom, all parishes would fall into an ocean of joy.

At the same time, a massive number of believers would gather under the Heavenly City to receive blessings.

At that time, the gate to the Realm of Ultimate Bliss would appear from the earth, guiding every devout believer to the Heavenly Kingdom to enjoy infinite bliss...

Imagine, if, in every parish, in the most bustling places, under the Heavenly City, in front of the gate to the Realm of Ultimate Bliss... suddenly, a bomb exploded with a roar.

From the Heavenly Kingdom to hell, how long would it take?!

BOOM!!!

In that instant, the dome of the Heavenly City turned pitch black. Infinite thunder erupted along with the Pope’s anger. The hunched, old figure slowly straightened, and his eyes shot out fierce light.

"From now on, mobilize all the power of the cult, at any cost!"

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

Thus, right above the high heavens, in the holy city hanging in the Divine Kingdom’s paradise, the vast bell tolling sounded again, resounding across the earth and reaching everything.

Countless angels descended into the mortal world from the opened Heavenly Gate, arriving at every holy hall to act as supervisors and commanders, bringing unprecedentedly harsh orders.

Exterminate the heretics within three days! Regardless of the consequences, regardless of the cost!

Thus, the world transformed.

It was as if it had turned from a paradise into a machine, roaring into operation. Every believer became a screw and a part in a massive system, running around in a panic. The high priests and top-level members also suffered day and night, searching for every clue, not daring to have any slack.

And above the firmament, curtains of light no longer hid themselves as they descended, sweeping across the earth, searching for every gap in the dreams and every hidden secret, plowing through the wilderness and cities inch by inch.

In just a few short hours, more than four resistance camps were dug out, and hundreds of cult members involved were tied to the stake, tortured, and repeatedly interrogated, or even had their souls emptied to search for every clue.

Until a warehouse hidden under the Central Cathedral of the Western Parish was dug out... When the Archbishop saw the angels moving huge jars out of it, he foresaw his own pathetic future and passed out from crying and screaming.

Then came the second, the third...

Bombs disguised as holy statues, viruses disguised as holy water, poisoning mechanisms hidden in the water supply—everything Ji Jue had painstakingly arranged was uprooted at a speed visible to the naked Ether Eye, leaving not a single tile behind.

Even the underground organizations were completely cleaned out.

Amidst the screams and wails, the roaring footsteps outside the secret passage drew near.

The gaunt man used all his strength to hold the door behind him, but he could not stop the impact of that terrifying power...

"Go, Mr. Yu, go!"

He finally looked at his disheveled friend and smiled: "Things have reached this point; I don't blame you, it’s just a pity, a pity..."

*Snap!*

A spear pierced through the door and into his body, followed by a second, a third, a fourth... The angels cruelly used this power to lift him up and tear him into pieces!

The shattered head fell from the air, still shouting at him: "GO!!!"

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

He ran wildly, crawling and stumbling.

Finally, he touched the edge of the Rabbit Hole.

He pulled it open suddenly...

But at the moment the connection was completed, a joyful laugh seemed to come from the void, so happy.

"Finally, found it!"

*Snap!*

When Yu Shu crawled out of the Rabbit Hole using his hands and feet, he heard the sound of collapse behind him, continuous and gradually rising.

The narrow cave was rapidly annihilating and collapsing.

The spirits traveling through the dream wailed and quickly dissipated.

The last thing to fall out was a delicate hair clip covered in mud—the main body of the Rabbit Hole.

Completely scrapped!

Then came the roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

The entire gap in the dream suddenly shook violently. The firmament trembled, and countless cracks suddenly spread. On the shattered firmament, one figure after another, as large as mountains, appeared.

The weapons in their hands were raised and smashed down.

Stirring up earth-shattering waves.

Higher up, the Gate of the Heavenly Kingdom opened, and the angel legion surged out like a tide, raging, sweeping, and galloping over.

Yu Shu froze in place.

"I, I..."

When he finally guessed what he had done, his face turned pale instantly. He grabbed his hair, almost unable to breathe, wailing in pain.

He had messed up, he had messed everything up!

But at this moment, amidst the earth-shattering roar, there was laughter, so happy.

Ji Jue!

In the center of the empty camp, Ji Jue had been waiting for a long time. He reached out, pulled him up from the ground, and patted his shoulder vigorously, not sparing any praise.

"A-Shu, well done!"