Chapter 327: Bashi Falls, Kidorah Eats His Fill

"Phew, finally arrived!"

As the radiant steed dissolved into light, Delis finally felt solid ground beneath her feet, stepping onto soft sand and gazing at the vast blue sea—her suppressed emotions finally eased a little.

Throughout the journey, watching the readings spike nonstop felt like being in an era before online trading, listening to a radio report of a stock market crash while racing toward the exchange, only to hit a traffic jam.

Fortunately, they'd finally arrived.

Though it seemed she'd landed on an uninhabited beach, she first cast a cognitive barrier to make locals overlook her unusual appearance and attire, then pulled out her instrument and began precise readings.

Monitoring readings came in two types: one was a conventional alert, akin to big-data analysis, informing staff that "this area may soon develop issues—conduct a prompt inspection."

The other required on-site measurement to determine precise readings, used to accurately gauge the current worldline deviation.

At this moment, Delis was reading the latter.

"If you really count it, it's only been a few days—surely nothing too bad has happened yet? No, no, absolutely must not let anything bad happen!" Delis watched the instrument's data jump wildly, her heart pounding in her throat.

Finally, after several fluctuations, the data stabilized—Delis's held breath finally sank.

"A few days! Less than a week! How the hell did he cause this much chaos? Did he massacre a city or wipe out a nation? This worldline shift affects the livelihoods of tens of millions, and could one day alter the fates of hundreds of millions—how did he pull this off in just a week? Even if he tried, he couldn't kill tens of millions of pigs in seven days!"

Delis frantically scratched her head, feeling this level of worldline distortion exceeded her understanding as a recent graduate. Sure, he was a demon god—but without local worship, he was less threatening than a newly risen demon king!

As Delis fretted, the monitoring device on her ear suddenly beeped, and immediately, torrents of data began surging across her retinas.

"What's going on? Why is there feedback saying 'impact imminent'? It's so quiet here, not a soul in sight… Oh shit!"

Delis scanned the surroundings and suddenly noticed the previously calm sea turning murky, white lines rising higher and higher. As a top student who'd studied disaster precursors in general education, she instantly realized—this was a tsunami's warning sign!

"So the demon king triggered a tsunami here? And I've just materialized in a coastal city about to be hit?"

Delis had no time to think further—she shot into the sky, breaking free of the ground-level view, and the white lines on the sea instantly became clear.

The murky water churned violently, but Delis no longer hesitated.

Her instrument's readings still flickered wildly, but she knew her divine office couldn't quell this disaster.

Rather than trying to save an irreversible catastrophe, she now needed to stop that bastard's next move!

Yes—the next move!

The tsunami had already struck, yet the readings still jumped—this meant the tsunami was merely a precursor; worse horrors were likely to follow!

She activated her Pursuit Authority, attempting to summon the Radiant Steed—but this time, there was no response. Clearly, the journey through the spacetime rift had exhausted her mount, who now outright refused her call.

Delis sighed, choosing not to forcibly summon her mount via the contract; instead, she activated the flight module on her gear. Though she could fly herself, it was exhausting—and this world had excellent spiritual energy conditions, so her field gear had no power concerns.

As the thrusters engaged, Delis rose into the air, following the direction marked by her divine sigil, chasing after it…

…

Feng Xue, unaware that Delis had crossed dimensions to pursue him, was currently in Gangdu City, assisting a group of Xuan cultivators with post-disaster reconstruction.

Thanks to the prior preparations by the Outer Path cultivators—who had evacuated the battlefield with Bashi the Great Snake—no civilians had died. But many were still injured by the subsequent heatwave.

Of course, compared to injuries easily healed, the real problem was economic loss.

The "water fusion" nuclear explosion created by the Xuan cultivators had extremely high energy efficiency—so much so that it simply excavated a chunk of land without even triggering an earthquake, proving just how terrifying the instantaneous temperature had been.

The aftermath: the original Shenshuigang deepwater port was almost entirely destroyed; countless fishing boats, cargo ships, and passenger vessels vanished; vast amounts of seawater flooded inland, forming a small lake; ecological damage was negligible.

But magic was all-encompassing—if the Algorithm couldn't fix it, a deity could. And for these cultivators, this act carried zero karmic debt: this world had human law, but no heavenly law. To save a million lives, losing some property? What did a Dao Master care about compensation?

Though bridges and roads would need rebuilding, the cultivators were ecstatic. Not only did their names now appear on the Yin Si's Merit Ledger for saving a million lives and defending the nation, but the massive lake outside the city—over a hundred meters deep—was proof enough to secure their place in history!

No Central Plains cultivator could resist the lure of immortality in the annals. With a little maneuvering, they could turn the lake into an economic hub—fish farming, tourism, anything. Erect a stele, and these hundreds of cultivators could each secure a divine title like "Lake God," rotating yearly like the Yearly Tai Sui. If they found that too long, they could even rotate daily. Taking turns as Lake God, as long as the lake remained, their incense offerings would never fade.

Though cultivators who entered the Dao could, upon death, at least become a ghost official in Yin Si, that was nothing compared to the pride of running your own divine business.

When they descended to the afterlife, their fellow cultivators would beg ancestors for a meal—but they'd just slap down their Lake God title and shout, "Hey, need two assistant officials!"—that was real face!

Yet unlike the other cultivators' joy, Feng Xue…

Feng Xue was even happier!

Yes, he was barely able to suppress his grin!

With Bashi's death, Kidorah was fully fed!

Bashi wanted to eat Kidorah—why couldn't Kidorah devour Bashi instead?

Natural disaster, floodwaters, the accumulated "Huo Jin Shen" divine authority from centuries of Japanese legend, and the dragon-king devotional energy absorbed by Bashi but never fully assimilated—all of it was instantly claimed by Kidorah the moment Bashi exploded!

(End of Chapter)