Chapter 970

"Damn! They've been dragged into a hallucination!!"

The holographic projection of Eva urgently emerged from her smart armband.

She was an artificial intelligence lifeform, capable of converting herself into a data stream and storing it within electronic devices.

Such a psychic shock had no effect on her, which was why she remained conscious.

"S-Class! Teacher Su! Can you hear me?"

Eva kept calling, but neither of them responded.

"We're done. I don't have enough power to wake them up."

Eva quickly turned and asked the Iron Lotus: "Little Lotus, are you alright? Are you still there?"

"I seem to be unaffected."

The Iron Lotus, clinging to Su Qingli, extended a tiny tendril that swayed gently.

"Good."

Eva exhaled in relief, thought for a moment, then solemnly warned: "Wait one minute. If they still haven't awakened by then, we'll take them out immediately!"

Her psychic power was far too weak to awaken them.

The Iron Lotus’s psychic power was even weaker—she couldn’t do anything either.

"Understood." The Iron Lotus retracted its plant armor form.

It transformed into a massive lotus, hovering midair, its thick, serpent-like vines shielding Xu Jingming and Su Qingli within.

"S-Class, Teacher Su, it's up to you two now."

Eva floated in midair, gazing at Xu Jingming and Su Qingli before her.

Without Xu Jingming’s psychic connection, she could no longer sense the presence of the void creatures.

But she was certain that countless void creatures were already rushing toward them.

With their sheer numbers, they would devour Xu Jingming and Su Qingli’s psychic energy completely within less than an hour.

Lose your psychic energy, and your body becomes an empty shell—no different from death.

One second in reality could feel like years within the hallucination.

This was what they called "a second feeling like a year."

If Xu Jingming and the others still haven’t broken the illusion after one minute, they likely never will.

Then she’d have to use the space-beast bone stored on Xu Jingming’s person to teleport them away.

But using space power within the spatial chaos layer would disrupt the teleportation coordinates.

If the destination lacked an exit signal, they’d struggle to return to the Breakthrough Tower...

"Qingli, what’s wrong?"

Ling Shuang’s pale, delicate fingers waved before her eyes.

Su Qingli finally snapped back to awareness, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion: "Where am I..."

"What’s wrong with you, Qingli-jie? You forgot your own wedding?"

"Haha, probably too excited last night."

"It’s all Jingming’s fault—he kept you up so late."

"Blame him? I feel like you’re the craziest one."

"..."

A tinkling laugh sounded beside her; Su Qingli instinctively turned her head.

Three stunningly beautiful, tall, slender young women stood there.

No— one of them had a noticeably more refined and mature aura, with a tear-shaped mole at the corner of her eye.

Each woman radiated a distinct aura: one was seductive, one mischievous, one elegant and poised.

Yet all three wore exquisite wedding gowns.

Su Qingli instantly recognized their identities.

Ling Shuang, Song Qiuyun, Jiang Chuxuan.

Weren’t these Xu Jingming’s girlfriends?

She looked down—and realized she too wore a similar white wedding gown.

Then it suddenly came back to her.

Today was the wedding day—hers, Ling Shuang’s, Song Qiuyun’s, and Jiang Chuxuan’s—with Xu Jingming.

"Qingli, are you alright?" Ling Shuang looked at her with concern.

"I... I'm fine." Su Qingli gave a slight nod.

She felt as if she’d forgotten something important, but couldn’t recall what.

"Are you all ready? Your turn is coming up."

A deep, powerful voice rang out.

A man in a suit, around thirty, with a face resembling Su Qingli’s, walked in smiling.

"Father?"

Su Qingli’s almond eyes widened slowly.

She remembered now—her father, Su Tianrui, had been rescued by her and Xu Jingming years ago.

Afterward, she’d begun dating Xu Jingming, then the beast invasions came.

Blue Star and the Xinhuo World united; multiple supreme experts joined forces and crushed the beast offensive completely.

The beasts never recovered. Humanity was finally free from their threat—and that’s why they held this wedding.

"What? Haven’t seen me for a moment and you don’t recognize your own father?"

Su Tianrui stepped forward, smiling, and reached out his right hand to adjust her veil.

"No wonder you’re my daughter—you’re beautiful."

The day you were born, I wondered which lucky scoundrel would take you away."

I never imagined it’d come to this—but thank goodness it’s Xu Jingming. Under his leadership, Thunder Martial Hall..."

At this moment, the ninth-rank peak Su Tianrui was no different from any ordinary father.

He chattered on, and Su Qingli, without realizing it, was already weeping.

She didn’t know why she felt this way—she couldn’t control her emotions.

"Parents and grooms, please prepare—your turn is coming."

The wedding master announced.

"Stop crying. Today’s your wedding—you should be happy."

Su Tianrui wiped Su Qingli’s tears away.

"Yes. I should be happy."

Su Qingli’s fair, delicate face broke into a radiant smile as she affectionately linked arms with her father.

"Now, please welcome the brides—Su Qingli, Ling Shuang, Song Qiuyun, Jiang Chuxuan..."

Amid the master’s loud announcement, the grand doors before them slowly opened.

Before them stretched a wedding stage, exquisitely decorated like paradise—everywhere bloomed vibrant flowers.

Across the stage stood a young man, holding a bouquet.

He was handsome and rugged, tall and imposing; merely standing there, he radiated an indescribable aura.

His presence made everyone else seem dull—he was none other than Xu Jingming.

"Father, please hand your daughter over to the groom. Now, exchange the wedding rings..."

After a series of rituals, the grand wedding ended—and suddenly, night fell.

"Sister Shuang, are we really going to do that?"

On the spacious bed lay four breathtakingly perfect, nude bodies.

Su Qingli’s fair face flushed faintly pink.

Her beautiful legs nervously rubbed together; her slender waist shifted restlessly.

"It’s not the first time. Why are you nervous?" Ling Shuang asked, puzzled.

The white-haired girl Jiang Chuxuan giggled: "Qingli-jie, don’t you remember? We’ve done this before—perfectly."

"Exactly! Jingming’s physique is too strong—if you’re not here, how could we manage?"

"Besides, today’s a day of joy—we can’t leave any regrets."

Song Qiuyun smiled softly.

"Is... is that right?" Su Qingli was momentarily dazed.

She felt her memories of this part were hazy.

Just as she tried to recall more, Xu Jingming’s tall, muscular figure stepped inside...