Chapter 487: Opening with a Hard Clash Against the Ninth-level

No matter how powerful that Yanhuang Civilization is, before the Judgment there is only one ending.

That is to be reduced to ashes.

He closed the observation mirror, unable to bear watching further.

In his view, the ending was already predetermined.

Similar scenes were being staged on every civilization along the Judgment Fleet's advance route.

All the civilizations in the dozens of star systems surrounding the entire G-37 Branch were trembling in the shadow of this calamity fleet.

They unanimously made the same choice as the Wind Speakers Civilization—silence, submission, prayer.

At the same time, a consensus was etched into the hearts of all civilizations that witnessed this:

That Yanhuang Civilization, which for some unknown reason provoked the headquarters...

It is doomed.

The Judgment Fleet has finally descended!

Leading them are the three legions directly subordinate to the Ninth-level Civilization.

On each of their warships, the hull flows with awe-inspiring rule runes.

They have no portholes, no gun ports, and even no engines in the traditional sense.

They themselves are the embodiment of rules, walking concepts of destruction.

Merely their presence causes the surrounding space to begin undergoing small-scale logical necrosis.

Some floating meteoroids, at the instant they approach, have the concept of their existence directly erased, vanishing into thin air.

And behind these legions are the thirty legions led by the leaders of Eighth-level Civilizations.

Their warships, while not that extravagant, still far surpass the comprehension of all civilizations in the G--37 Branch.

Some warships resemble a cluster of burning soulfire.

Others resemble a black hole bound by chains.

And at the center of this vast fleet, those two most terrifying entities finally reveal their true forms.

【Star Throne】

Within it, a towering figure composed of pure starlight sits high upon the throne, looking down upon this star field that, in his eyes, is like dust.

He is the Star Sea King!

And 【Logic Balance】

It has no fixed form.

Sometimes it is a canon engraved with endless formulas, sometimes it is a scale weighing causality and fate.

A figure composed of absolute reason and order stands at the center of the scale; his gaze can penetrate all appearances, reaching the deepest logic of things.

He is the Truth Tribunal!

When these two ninth-level bigwigs project their will onto this star field,

The entire G-37 Branch, except for the protected Miracle Garden, fell into stillness.

Time, was frozen.

This is the Ninth-level Civilization's time technology.

Xi Xiling and those civilization representatives, their thoughts and souls, were all forced by a supreme power to press the pause button.

They were like insects trapped in amber, frozen in terrified expressions, unable to generate even a single thought.

This is the Ninth-level Civilization's show of force.

Even without lifting a finger, a single thought can render thousands of Seventh-level Civilizations completely incapable of resistance.

"Hmph, a bunch of weak worms."

The Star Sea King's will reverberated through space, full of disdain and weariness.

"Is this the border branch? It's utterly filthy."

"Clear away these useless noises, so we can focus on the variable itself."

The Truth Tribunal's will, icy and efficient.

He seems to have locked onto the Miracle Garden, the sole anomaly unaffected by their intimidation.

"An interesting garden."

The Star Sea King also noticed, "It actually managed to construct an independent rule-cycle system, isolating our power. It seems that the Chronos Officer's report indeed concealed much."

"Anything beyond comprehension is heresy."

The Truth Tribunal's will, devoid of any emotion.

"Heresy must be corrected."

He slowly raised his hand, as if preparing to directly wield the power of the 【Logic Balance】,

to forcibly define the rules of the entire Miracle Garden as nothingness.

However, at this very moment.

"Hum—"

A faint yet clear sword hum transmitted deep into the wills of the two ninth-level bigwigs, ringing out from the center of the Miracle Garden.

The next second, a will equally mighty but of an entirely different nature,

rose from the Miracle Garden.

Turning into an intangible barrier, it easily blocked their aura capable of freezing spacetime.

Even those Seventh-level Civilizations that had been paused regained the operation of their thoughts under this new will's influence.

"Huh?"

The King of the Star Sea and the Truth Court both let out a soft yi.

Their oppressive rules were actually dissolved?

It wasn't forced opposition; rather, like spring snow meeting warm sunshine, it was melted by a higher, gentler power.

"Interesting."

The Star Sea King's tone finally carried a hint of genuine interest.

"Being able to do this means that variable has at least touched the threshold of the ninth level."

"So what?"

The will of the Truth Tribunal remained cold: "Touching the threshold and truly entering the hall are two different concepts."

"Before absolute truth, all struggle is meaningless."

He no longer hesitated, and the 【Logic Balance】 began to bloom with dangerous light.

He intended to personally strike, completely deleting from the cosmic logic this heretic who dared to provoke them, along with its entire star system!

Just as he was about to act.

A gentle, calm voice, even carrying a hint of a smile, echoed through the soul network directly into the consciousness of every member of the Judgment Fleet.

"Guests from afar, why resort to killing upon first meeting?"

You two have such strong tempers; it's liver fire excess and endocrine imbalance.

"This is an illness; it needs treatment."

The appearance of this voice plunged the entire scene into an eerie silence.

The soldiers of the Judgment Fleet, accustomed to thinking in terms of destruction and slaughter, experienced a brief stall in their thought.

Liver fire excess?

Endocrine imbalance?

What the hell is this?

We're here to carry out judgment, not to listen to you lecture on health preservation!

Even those two high-and-mighty ninth-level bigwigs had their wills show a barely perceptible fluctuation.

They have lived for hundreds of millions of years, experienced countless wars, and seen all kinds of enemies.

Some knelt and begged for mercy, some went berserk in counterattack, some faced death heroically.

But to come out and say they're sick right away—this is absolutely unprecedented.

"Playing tricks!"

The Star Sea King let out a cold snort; his massive will formed a substantive shockwave that ruthlessly crushed toward the source of the voice.

He intended to crush this clueless worm, along with its voice, into pieces.

However, that will impact capable of collapsing a star system, upon entering the range of the Miracle Garden, vanished like a mud ox into the sea, leaving no trace.

But that was not disappearance.

It was absorbed.

Only see the Miracle Garden's massive energy conversion matrix flicker lightly, as if a taotie that had just tasted an appetizer, even letting out a satisfied burp.

A surge of incomparably pure life energy fed back from the matrix, making the energy plants in the garden grow even more lush.

Star Sea King: "..."

He felt as if he had thrown a heaven-shattering, earth-destroying heavy punch.

As a result, the opponent not only remained unscathed but opened its mouth and ate his fist, even commenting that the taste was not bad.

This feeling of frustration reached its extreme.

"I said, don't get so worked up."