Chapter 101: The Projection Vanishes

The altar’s projection continued to flicker, like a TV signal disrupted by strong winds, poorly connected.

The ritual was interrupted; countless people awoke from beautiful illusions, realizing they had walked a circle before the gates of hell.

A image began circulating across the British network, a blurred shadow captured during the projection’s flicker, restored through scientific analysis.

The figure in the corner was unmistakably familiar—Yang Yi, the very Yang Yi who had entered the Wumbri Cave just today! She was not dead; she was still striving to save them! Even as the Prince had fled, even as the Defense Chief of Staff launched nuclear missiles, she had not abandoned them!

The altar’s physical form exists in another world! She is there saving them!

Everyone who saw the image rushed out of their homes, gazing at the flickering projection in the sky, weeping with joy.

The Batons clutched their daughter Christine, sobbing uncontrollably; the four-year-old girl stared at her parents, confused, not understanding why they were crying.

The family embraced and descended to the ground floor, finding the lawn already crowded with people, all watching the flickering sky-projection with hopeful eyes; whenever a faint image appeared—no matter what it was—they cheered wildly with excitement.

“That’s Yang Yi! The God of Mankind!”

“Keep going, Yang Yi!”

“Oh God, save us!”

“Superwoman! Smash it! Smash that damn stone!”

“Thank you! Thank you for saving us—my daughter is only two, my son is only six, they still have beautiful futures…”

“I love you! I swear, I will love only you for the rest of my life!”

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At this moment, many Britons vented their excitement in words—some babbling incoherently, unaware of what they were saying; others wept silently.

Of course, many more had not let go of their fears; some nervously twisted their hands, others assumed prayerful postures, silently cheering for the unknown person somewhere out there.

Nations and organizations worldwide all detected the blurred images within the flickering projection and quickly identified who it was.

The entire internet erupted; everyone stared at the live stream screens, suppressing their excitement.

In Xiaguo, Fujian Province, Wuming City, an astronomy enthusiast group.

“Any analysis yet? Another image just flashed!”

“My computer’s nearly fried—I’m urgently analyzing and restoring the image, give me three more minutes!” said a netizen with the username [Xiao Wei].

He was the group’s wealthy guy, who had previously shown off his Dell Precision top-series computer, along with the most professional astronomical telescope, the Celestron C11 and the Xinda SC10 high-end series; he was also the first to capture the initial blurred image from the flicker and shared the analysis in the group.

Now, not just this group, but everyone online was eagerly waiting for the master to restore the next blurred image.

Suddenly, a netizen named [Yiyi’s Crazy Fan] shared an image; even after maximum restoration, it remained slightly blurry, showing only a faint silhouette of a slender figure falling from the sky.

“Our Yiyi fell from the sky! What happened???” [Yiyi’s Crazy Fan] used exclamation and question marks to vent his worry, ending with a row of crying emojis.

“She’s injured—the first image showed blood on her face, and her hand is fractured, bone shards piercing through the skin…” said a netizen named [Peace Is Blessing].

“We analyzed the star distribution in the first image and compared it with the dozen or so nearest star systems—the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds, Andromeda Galaxy, Centaurus Dwarf Elliptical Galaxy, Ursa Minor Dwarf Galaxy, Auriga Dwarf Galaxy, Sextans Dwarf Galaxy, Fornax Dwarf Galaxy, and Leo Dwarf Galaxy—we’ve found no similar star distribution yet…” said a netizen named [Astronomy Enthusiast].

He was the group’s astronomy master, working at a top-tier astronomical institution, with direct access to the world’s most advanced astronomical equipment; this master never spoke lightly, but when he did, it was always earth-shattering news.

“Does the master’s implication mean Yang Yi is currently on a planet not in the Milky Way, nor even in any of the dozen nearby star systems—but on some unknown planet in a distant galaxy?” [Xiao Wei] sent a terrified emoji.

“So the cultists have already mastered spatial teleportation technology—able to reach tens of thousands of light-years away?”

The group fell silent; all felt the same dread: Is Earth still salvageable? Can humanity truly resist those mad cultists? If even the cultists’ power is so unfathomable, what of the demon god?

Last time, Weiss kidnapped the United Nations and demanded the sacrifice of all ordinary humans—but 99% of Earth’s population remains unawakened. Is it true that, beyond a handful of awakened ones, ordinary people have no hope at all?

“Don’t worry! Our beloved Yiyi will protect us!” [Yiyi’s Crazy Fan] sent several fist-pumping emojis.

“But how will she return? I checked the National Awakened Official Website—there’s no record of her having spatial teleportation ability…” said [Yun Zhong Yue].

“And Britain fired six missiles into the Wumbri Cave—three hydrogen bombs and one nuclear bomb. Could all those explosives have destroyed the spatial rift?” [Qing Feng] sent a scratching-head emoji.

“Now all of Britain is covered in nuclear fallout—will she be contaminated when she returns?” [Peace Is Blessing] also sent a worried emoji.

“Damn Britain! Stupid Britain! Idiots!” [Yiyi’s Crazy Fan] flooded the chat with the last two words and was muted by the group admin for five minutes.

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The flickering of the sky projection grew increasingly frequent, indicating its destruction was accelerating, no longer stable enough to remain fixed in the sky.

All of Britain screamed in joy—even on the day their nation won the World Cup, they had never been this ecstatic.

“Has the latest analysis been completed?” A British company producing high-end cameras was urgently analyzing the latest images.

“Almost—give me one more minute!” A fat, homebound analyst sweated profusely; he had never been so desperately awaited in his life. His carrot-like fingers flew across the keyboard, leaving motion trails; the distorted, blurry image on the screen gradually sharpened.

It appeared to be a shot from above—everywhere was yellow sand, with only a tiny black dot near the center.

The fat analyst quickly zoomed in on the black dot, further analyzing and restoring it—finally, he could make out what it was.

It was Yang Yi’s head and upper body; she raised both hands high, as if forcefully hurling something downward.

Combined with the angle of this image, they instantly deduced: Yang Yi was hurling the altar’s physical form! She had torn it from the ground and smashed it down with all her strength!

“Look at the sky! The altar’s almost gone—” someone shouted excitedly.

Everyone rushed to the windows, gazing upward.

The altar’s projection, violently disturbed, fractured and shattered along its outline; its circular shape twisted and warped—then, like a machine drenched in water, it flashed violently a few times and vanished.