Chapter 486: Judgment Passes, Might Shock the Eight Directions

Its function is to release a logic shock pulse at critical moments, putting all enemies within the operating room into a brief state of rule-induced apparent death.

To create that crucial three seconds for Qin Wu's scalpel.

"What... what exactly is this doing?"

Wo Xi Ling, far at the G-37 Branch Headquarters, watched the bustling construction scene in the Miracle Garden through remote observation equipment, completely dumbfounded.

To her, the Yanhuang Civilization's actions were simply incomprehensible.

Not building defenses, not constructing war fleets, but instead consuming such enormous resources,

to build such a strangely shaped, seemingly flashy but useless giant iron ring?

"According to Envoy Han, they are building some kind of energy efficiency research center to cooperate with the Inspector's experiment."

A Nuwa Civilization official reported.

"A research center? You call this a research center?"

Wo Xi Ling pointed at the circuit board on the screen, feeling her intelligence insulted.

Which civilization's research center needs to reshape a star region spanning several light-years into this monstrous form?

This handiwork is more extravagant than their five major council civilizations combined!

"What... what exactly do they want to do?"

In Wo Xi Ling's heart, a hint of unease arose for the first time.

She felt that the situation's development had already begun to deviate from her expectations.

The Yanhuang Civilization, which she thought had been shackled as a pawn, seemed to be doing something she could not comprehend at all, yet instinctively frightened her.

But she could not say what was wrong.

After all, all of this was proceeding under the Inspector's direction.

Perhaps... this really is some profound and inscrutable experiment at headquarters?

Wo Xi Ling could only console herself in this way.

……

Only two hours remain until the Judgment Fleet arrives.

The entire cosmic-level operating table has basically been completed.

Viewed from space, the originally vibrant, nature-filled Miracle Garden

has become a mechanical divine kingdom brimming with postmodern sci-fi style, glittering with countless energy glows.

Countless regulatory conduits, like a heavenly net, envelop the entire star region.

The central energy conversion matrix, like a beast ready to devour heaven and earth, lies dormant.

And at the matrix's very center, the Xuanyuan Sword, forged jointly by the soul will of hundreds of millions of Yanhuang people, hovers silently.

Qin Hao's consciousness sat cross-legged on the sword hilt, eyes tightly closed.

He is the CPU of this colossal operating table.

All systems, energy flow, and rule changes are under his control.

"Report! The cosmic-level operating table has completed final debugging!"

"All systems operating normally! Ready!"

Qin Zheng's voice echoed in the soul network.

Qin Hao slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze seemed to pierce endless space, looking toward the approaching darkness.

"Good."

His will reached the depths of every Yanhuang person's soul.

"Everyone, enter the surgical state."

"Today, we will give the entire universe a most vivid surgical lesson."

"The course's name is——"

"\"On the Benign Transformation and Resource Utilization of Cancer Cells. \""

In the Wind Speakers Star Region, about five hundred billion light-years from the G-37 Branch.

The Wind Speakers Civilization, an ancient seventh-level civilization existing for over a billion years.

They are known for neutrality and well-informed intelligence, never participating in any interstellar hegemony, content to guard their own small plot.

At this moment, on the Wind Speakers Civilization's Highest Council, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

"It... has come."

The Wind Speakers Leader, a lifeform composed purely of sound waves, emitted a trembling thought wave.

Before him, on a huge screen made of an observation mirror, a darkness indescribable in words was slowly eroding their star chart.

That was not ordinary darkness.

But a kind that completely devours and distorts light, space, and causality.

"According to ancient records, this is the Judgment Fleet of the Universal Alliance Headquarters!"

An elder's voice was full of fear.

"The last time it appeared was hundreds of millions of years ago, to suppress the rebellious Black Star Empire. In that battle, three ninth-level civilizations and hundreds of eighth-level civilizations were completely wiped out..."

"Why would they appear in our remote border region?"

"Who is the target? Could it be... us?"

The council was in utter panic.

"Immediately activate the highest-level silence protocol!"

The Wind Speakers Leader decisively ordered, "Close all star gates! Extinguish all stars! Reduce the civilization's presence to a minimum!"

"Send a compliance beacon to that fleet! Declare our absolute neutrality and harmlessness!"

"Pray that they are only passing through…"

With the leader's command, the entire Wind Whisperer Star Domain fell into dead silence within just a few minutes.

All artificial celestial bodies stopped moving.

Energy reactions vanished without a trace.

The whole civilization seemed as if erased from the universe.

Yet that darkness still approached at an unhurried pace.

Finally, its vanguard appeared at the border of the Wind Whisperer civilization.

It was a warship that could not be understood by any known physics.

Its hull seemed made of solidified time, its surface coursing with shattered Causality Law runes.

Its mere existence made the surrounding space emit an overburdened wail.

It is a standard warship of the Level Nine Legion!

And there are many such warships behind it!

The Wind Whisperer Leader stared blankly through the observation mirror at the fleet as it slowly rolled over the edge of their star domain.

Yes, rolled over.

They did not even enter normal space, but sailed on a higher‑dimensional cosmic string.

Yet their terrifying mass and rule‑pressures still inflicted devastating effects on the three‑dimensional universe.

Where the fleet passed, space was torn like a thin sheet, ripped into countless massive fissures.

Stars, unable to bear the gravitational disturbance, were ripped apart from within, turning into brilliant fireworks.

Countless planets were swept into spatial turbulence and instantly turned into cosmic dust.

The border star system of the Wind Whisperer civilization was as if an ancient giant beast had taken a huge bite out of it.

Yet the Judgment Fleet paid no heed to any of this.

To them, the low‑level civilizations and star systems along the way were like ants accidentally stepped on while humans walk.

They didn't even merit a glance.

The Wind Whisperer Leader's sonic body quivered violently, a manifestation of extreme fear.

He saw, at the center of the fleet, two clusters of even deeper, more terrifying darkness.

One cluster seemed to gather the death and wails of billions of stars, exuding a domineering aura.

The other was composed of cold logic and theorems, radiating a paranoia that sought to subsume everything within its definition.

【Star Throne】…

【Logic Scale】…

The Wind Whisperer Leader's consciousness nearly collapsed under the aftershocks of these two wills.

He finally understood why the records described the Judgment Fleet as a moving natural disaster.

Before such great power, the so‑called Level Seven civilizations and the so‑called star‑domain overlords truly were no different from dust.

"Their… target is G-37 Division."

"That direction is where the Yanhuang Civilization lies."

An Elder spoke tremblingly, his voice sounding like one who had survived a catastrophe.

"Yanhuang Civilization?"

The Wind Whisperer Leader recalled that newly emerging, mysterious and powerful civilization that had recently refused to guide them.

He had thought that civilization would become the new ruler of G-37 Division.

Now it seems, "What a pity…"

The Wind Whisperer Leader let out a long sigh.