Chapter 574: The Eyes Descending on the Hatchery

On the screen.

The extermination order that had long been a wanted notice against the Yanhuang Civilization, within the red warning light, gradually turned green, and finally vanished completely.

And that's not all.

Qin Si casually settled all the rotten debts the Execution Bureau had accrued over the years.

"All frozen resources must be routed through the automated logistics system and dispatched to the Yanhuang Universe."

Qin Si's fingers hammered wildly on the virtual panel.

Qin Hao stood at the highest point of the palace.

He watched countless massive spherical chambers being pushed into the Yanhuang Universe's gateway.

That was a logical anchor.

It is the most stable cornerstone that lets a universe take root in the void.

Normally, even acquiring a single one would consume the savings of countless civilizations over billions of years.

Now they are being moved in batches, like potatoes in a field.

"Too few; the stock here is more than this."

Qin Hao's voice rang in the mind of every mover.

"Go to those core archives."

"We need not only resources, but also their knowledge."

That so‑called core database recorded all the secrets the Execution Bureau had governed over this region for billions of years.

It was something more valuable than Energy Points.

Qian Yin had already taken over the database stripping work with her research team.

"Incredible..."

Qian Yin stared at the pulsing data streams, murmuring to herself.

"Their manipulation of the rules has already reached this level."

"If we can fully digest this data, our tech tree could jump up three tiers instantly."

On the other side.

Qin Zheng was commanding heavy‑work mechs to dismantle those floating palaces.

These palaces were not built with ordinary materials.

They were constructed by compressing ultra‑high‑purity rule crystals.

Each brick, if taken back, could serve as a core for a Super Mother Ship.

"That statue—yes, the white‑jade one—tear it down!"

Qin Zheng pointed at the statue of order standing in the center of the plaza.

The energy contained within that thing could sustain a small universe's normal operation for billions of years.

The Yanhuang people displayed an extremely efficient demolition talent.

This place had originally been filled with sanctity, order, and solemnity.

But after just an hour,

it looked like a field swept clean by a swarm of locusts.

The wall skin was peeled off.

The floor was pried up.

Even the free‑floating order particles in the air were completely sucked into collection canisters.

The Execution Officers huddled in the corner, watching this absurd scene.

Someone among them tried to resist, but Qin Wu's blade was faster than their thoughts.

As soon as anyone dared to show even a hint of murderous intent,

the next second,

that person would become a piece of erased void.

Qin Hao walked to the spot where the Grand Director had once sat.

It was a throne formed from the condensed power of cause and effect.

Sitting upon it allowed one to perceive any event occurring in this sector.

Qin Hao sat down.

He did not indulge in that sense of control; instead, he used the convenience to search for the coordinates left by Xuan Du.

Soon.

He found it in an extremely secret star map.

It was the end known as the Return Ruins.

Or, rather, the exit of this laboratory.

Xuan Du's words rang in his ear again: "See you on the other shore."

"Host."

A weak message transmitted into his mind.

It was the system.

It had been severely damaged in the recent clash and was now cautiously rebooting.

"What was that… what kind of power just now?"

The system asked politely, even with a hint of humility.

It was frightened by that old Taoist.

That kick almost shattered its underlying original code.

Qin Hao smiled.

He touched the armrest of the throne beside him.

That's called reason.

You cold programs can't understand this principle.

The system fell into a long silence.

It began to reassess Qin Hao.

This is no longer an experiment that can be arbitrarily controlled or guided toward unity.

It has become an existence capable of killing beyond logic.

Headquarters relocation progress has reached 95%.

Qin Si's voice came again.

The rest are those heavy structures that can't be moved; I've set up a self-destruct program.

Qin Hao stood up.

He looked over this desolate so-called headquarters.

This place was once a forbidden land where countless civilizations made pilgrimages.

Now, only a huge framework remains here, bleak wind blowing through.

Withdraw.

Qin Hao issued the withdrawal order.

The Yanhuang Universe began to slowly reverse its direction.

Its hull was hung with all kinds of spoils, looking bloated and ferocious.

But no one dared to underestimate this ship.

It is the sole variable in this dead silent star sea.

Just as the Yanhuang Universe was about to depart this space.

Suddenly, a golden light shone in the center of the empty palace.

That light was not bright, yet it exuded a suffocating solemnity.

Qin Hao snapped his head back.

He saw a huge eye appear above the warehouse that had been emptied out.

That was not a physical object.

It was a projection crossing countless dimensions.

That was a gaze from the Hatching Facility.

The eye held no anger, only scrutiny.

Like an experimenter watching a worm suddenly jump out of a petri dish.

Violation.

A low voice resonated in the hearts of every Yanhuang person.

Qin Hao gave a cold snort.

He stood at the tip of the Yanhuang Universe, facing that huge eye, and slowly raised a middle finger.

Screw your violation.

I am now the banker.

In that gaze, the Yanhuang Universe suddenly plunged into Shadow Shuttle and vanished without a trace.

The palace complex collapsed completely in the next second, turning into sky‑filled stardust.

That eye lingered in the void for a moment.

Then it disappeared.

The Yanhuang Universe raced through the cracks of the rules.

The wreckage behind had long vanished from sight, yet the feeling of being stared at in the back grew heavier.

Inside the Core Hall.

Qin Zheng and Qin Si were leading a team, frantically processing the core data they had moved back.

Dad, something's off.

Qin Si said while researching.

On her screen, countless tiny red spots were rapidly proliferating in the star map.

What are these?

Qin Wu stepped over, pointing at those red dots and asking.

These are… beacons.

The Hatching Facility, in that instant through that eye, etched its mark onto all our matter and energy.

Whether it's the Logic Anchor we snatched back or our own armor.

Now we're like having lit tens of thousands of high‑wattage bulbs in the dark.

Qin Hao, hearing that, looked out the window at the bizarre conceptual space.

We had thought hiding here would be safe.

But if the whole street is made by the enemy, hiding in an alley just changes how you die.

Can it be erased?

Qin Hao asked.

"No."

Qian Yin walked over, her expression grim.

"This is information implantation carried out at the basic rule level."

"Unless we completely reorganize all matter in the entire universe."

"But this requires time, and what we lack most right now is time."

Just as her words fell.

The Yan-Huang Universe shuddered violently.

That was a sign that the shadow-shuttle state had been interrupted.

Originally smooth conceptual space suddenly became like a crumpled sheet of white paper.

Countless dark gray lines forcibly cut into the real dimension, like iron chains hooking onto the shell of the Yan-Huang Universe.

"Alarm! The Sweeper Legion has been detected!"

"No…… they aren't ordinary sweepers!"