Chapter 492: Concept‑Level Scalpel, Curing All Kinds of Discontent

Inside the Miracle Garden, those energy plants were now like they'd been shot with a hundred‑million‑times concentrated growth hormone, truly 'crazy' growing.

Sprouting, flowering, bearing fruit—all in one seamless flow.

Immediately after, the fruits packed with pure life energy burst, turning into a visible energy torrent that, following the regulatory conduits, frenziedly poured into every Yanhuang Citizen's body.

Everyone instantly felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring at the temperature of a stellar core,

That warm, comforting sensation shot straight to the crown of the head, making even the soul tremble, so blissful they almost cried out on the spot.

How is this being hit? This is clearly a mass upgrade gift pack for everyone!

"This… this damn, is the system bugging out?!"

In the Adjudication Fleet's command channel, an eighth‑level legion commander's voice cracked outright, with obvious mic static.

"Our attack… why couldn't it even scratch the surface?!"

"Idiot! What hasn't been scratched?!"

Another monitoring commander screamed, his voice full of world‑view‑shattering dread: "Look at that garden's energy reading! It's spiking! This is a bottomless pit!"

"It's devouring our attacks!!"

"It reverse‑compiled our annihilation rules into nutrients and swallowed them!!"

That conclusion dropped like an antimatter bomb tossed into the deep sea.

The Adjudication Fleet's entire fire network fell into a momentary dead silence.

All the soldiers stared at this bizarre scene, their heads buzzing.

After all our painstaking full‑power output, are we just delivering takeout to the enemy? Or even feeding it straight to their mouth?

How the hell are we supposed to fight this war?!

"Impossible! The logic makes no sense!"

The King of the Star Sea watched helplessly as his own shot, capable of blasting a star system to dust, became the enemy's "power‑on switch," leaving him on the verge of breaking apart.

"What the hell kind of rule is this? Can the universe's underlying code really be changed like this?!"

"It's 【Underlying Logic Tampering】!"

Beside it, the Truth Tribunal's will, which had originally shown no emotional fluctuation, now weakened like a candle in the wind.

That wave of reverse‑compilation just now had almost burned his core database.

"That variable… that Qin Hao, he rewrote the definition of this region!"

"Here, the concept of attack has been deleted!"

"All of our hostile actions have been forcibly redirected into energy donations and charitable aid!"

"What are you saying?!"

The King of the Star Sea was struck as if by lightning.

Forcibly modify the underlying logic?

Or does it take effect instantly?

This damn is a privilege reserved for those at the ninth‑level peak who have even touched the threshold of creation!

That Qin Hao, who looks lazy and like a wandering healer,

Just what kind of dimensional monster is he?!

"Cease fire! Everyone! Lock the fire‑control system for me!!"

The King of the Star Sea finally reacted, letting out a heart‑rending roar.

If they keep fighting, they'll no longer be arbiters but the Yanhuang Civilization's dedicated power bank!

However, the vehicle doors were already welded shut.

Just as he issued the cease‑fire order, Qin Hao's calm, teeth‑grating voice once again echoed through the entire operating room.

"The first‑stage anesthesia induction was a great success. The patient's cooperation is high, and the energy supply is ample."

"Energy conversion matrix, charged to 100%."

"All indicators on the operating table are normal; it has entered optimal working condition."

Above the Miracle Garden, Qin Hao's phantom gently pushed up nonexistent glasses, smiling at the two dumbfounded ninth‑level bigwigs with a kindly grin.

"Well then…"

"Entering the second stage: lesion removal."

"All Yanhuang Citizens, please steady yourselves and hold on."

"We're about to… draw the knife."

The instant they heard those two words "draw the knife," the logic cores of the King of the Star Sea and the Truth Tribunal twitched violently.

An unprecedented, life‑instinct‑born sense of immense crisis instantly triggered the highest‑level alarm.

Although they didn't know how the opponent would cut, their intuition told them,

This is absolutely not a physical cut, but a devastating strike aimed at the very foundation of their existence!

"Retreat!!"

The King of the Star Sea decided instantly, without any burden of being a ninth‑level powerhouse.

"All fleets, immediately break free of this contaminated logic zone! Re‑form ranks!"

He himself even activated the Stellar Throne, attempting to trigger a dimensional jump, forcing himself offline from this bizarre operating table.

But the next second, he horrifiedly discovered—no signal.

The surrounding space was as if completely sealed off by some higher‑dimensional glue.

It wasn't a simple spatial freeze, nor a dimensional blockade.

But rather a more roguish logic lock.

Within this region, the concepts of leaving, fleeing, and retreating were all disabled by Qin Hao.

Any attempt to leave will be judged by the system as an illegal operation and directly rejected.

Close the door and beat the dog!

"Want to leave?"

Qin Hao's laughter echoed in their will, full of mockery, exactly like a chief physician watching a patient try to pull out the IV tube and escape.

"The surgery isn't even finished yet—how can the patient just get off the operating table?"

"This violates hospital regulations and is not conducive to your recovery."

"Qin Wu!"

Qin Hao's voice suddenly shifted, turning from gentle to harsh, as cold as a scalpel's edge.

"Execute—Concept Severance!"

"Yes! Father!"

A response rang out, filled with battle spirit soaring to its utmost, echoing through the nebula.

The next second,

At the center of the Miracle Garden, beneath the Yellow Emperor Sword, the young figure who had remained silent like a sculpture—Qin Wu—finally opened his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, two beams of light burst forth, brilliant enough to rival a supernova explosion.

An overbearing, pure fighting spirit, as if it would trample all of heaven and earth underfoot, erupted with a roar!

【Concept Armament】

【Surgical Blade】—Deploy!

With a low growl, the massive blade of pure concept that had been faintly visible behind him instantly solidified into substance!

It was a blade that could not be described by any physical parameters.

It had no physical form, yet it was harder than a neutron star.

It had no mass, yet it was heavier than a black hole's event horizon.

Along its edge flowed not cold light, but countless severed and reassembled fragments of broken rules.

This blade is Qin Wu's Dao, the ultimate understanding he has spent his life cultivating of the concept of combat.

It does not cut flesh, nor does it cut energy.

It severs connections, severs cause and effect, severs logic, severing the very concepts that constitute existence itself!

"Lock onto target: the rule link between the Star Throne's core power unit and its causal main cannon!"

Qin Wu's will, like a radar, locked onto a colossal object millions of light-years away.

Then he raised his Concept Surgical Blade high, aimed at the void, without any flourish, and brought it down with a vicious strike!

"Break it off for me!!"

"Hum——"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no sky-covering light-and-shadow effects.

Only a faint sound, like the primordial string of the universe snapping at the moment of its birth.

That illusory surgical blade ignored spatial distance, ignored the flow of time, and ignored the absolute defense of the Star Throne's outer layer, formed from countless dead universe cores.

It directly cut into the rule layer.

Under the gaze of the Star Sea King, whose pupils trembled like an earthquake,

He saw a fissure so fine it was barely perceptible, appearing out of nowhere in the deepest part of the Star Throne.

What did that rift sever?

On the surface, nothing seemed to have happened.

But on the conceptual level—

The Star Sea King spat out a mouthful of primal energy, and he felt with horror that his original arm‑like connection to the Star Throne's main cannon… had been cut off!

It was like a flawless whole, from which someone, using the most precise means, forcibly removed a crucial nerve.

but that feeling of losing control left this level‑nine overlord, who craved absolute dominance, agonized to the point of nearly exploding in place.

"What… what did you do to me?! Why is my main cannon offline?!"

The Star Sea King roared with shock and rage, his voice finally betraying undisguised fear.

The Star Sea King roared, shock and anger intertwined; his voice finally bore an undisguisable fear.