Chapter 352: Bashi Dasha Falls, Kitara Eats Its Fill

“Phew, finally here!”

As the radiant divine 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 desperately racing toward the exchange, only to get stuck in traffic.

Fortunately, they’d finally arrived.

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

The monitoring readings came in two types: one was a conventional alert, similar to big-data analysis, informing staff that “this area may soon develop an issue—conduct a prompt inspection.”

The other required on-site measurement to determine the precise degree of worldline deviation in the current world.

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 nothing bad must happen!” Delis watched the instrument’s data jump wildly, her heart pounding in her throat.

Finally, after several fluctuations, the data stabilized—Delis’s tense heart sank.

“A few days! Less than a week! How the hell did he cause this much chaos? Did he slaughter a city or wipe out a nation? This worldline shift affects the livelihoods of tens of millions and could determine the fate 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 born demon king!

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

“What’s going on? Why is there a feedback reading of ‘impact imminent’? This area is so quiet, not a soul in sight… Holy 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 recognized this as a tsunami warning.

“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 became sharply clear.

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

Her readings still flickered wildly, but she knew her divine duty couldn’t calm 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 happened, yet the readings kept jumping—this meant the tsunami was merely a precursor; far worse consequences were likely to follow!

She activated her pursuit authority, attempting to summon the radiant divine steed—but this time, there was no response. Clearly, the journey through the spacetime rift had exhausted her mount, which now outright refused her call.

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

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

…

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

Thanks to the prior preparations by the external-path cultivators, who had evacuated the battlefield with Bashi Dasha, no civilians had died—but many still suffered injuries from the subsequent heatwave.

Of course, compared to these easily treatable injuries, 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 of this spell had nearly destroyed Gangdu’s Shenshuigang harbor: countless fishing boats, cargo ships, and passenger vessels vanished; seawater flooded inland, forming a small lake; ecological damage was negligible by comparison.

But spells are all-encompassing—if a technique couldn’t fix it, a deity could. And for these cultivators, this act carried zero karmic burden: this world had human law, but no heavenly law. To save a million lives, what was a little property loss? Could a Daoist not afford to pay?

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 hundred-meter-deep lake outside the city itself was proof enough to etch their names into history.

No Central Plains cultivator could resist the lure of immortality through historical fame. Afterward, with some maneuvering, they could turn the lake into an economic hub—whether through aquaculture or tourism—and once they erected a stele, these hundreds of cultivators could secure divine positions like “Lake God,” rotating annually 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, after death, at least become ghost officials in Yin Si, that was nothing compared to the pride of running your own divine business.

When they descended to the afterlife, other sect brothers would beg their ancestors for food—while they, slapping down their Lake God title, could shout, “Hey, need two assistant officials!”—that was real prestige!

Yet unlike the joy of the other cultivators, Feng Xue…

Feng Xue was even happier!

Yes, he could barely suppress the grin on his face!

With Bashi Dasha dead, Kitara was fully fed!

Bashi Dasha wanted to eat Kitara—why couldn’t Kitara devour Bashi Dasha in return?

Natural disasters, floods, even the centuries-old Japanese legend of the “Kozu-gami” divine office, along with the Long Wang’s devotional power that Bashi Dasha had absorbed but never fully assimilated—all of it was instantly claimed by Kitara the moment Bashi Dasha exploded!

(End of Chapter)