Chapter 332: A Collapse Could Occur at Any Time!

Chen Rang's voice is very light.

It is so light that it sounds like the crisp crack of dead autumn leaves being stepped on and shattered.

But it lands in Su Ming's ears.

Yet it feels as heavy as a muffled thunderclap.

Can't hold it down?

What does "can't hold it down" mean?!

Su Ming's finger, clutching the cigarette, twitches slightly, and ash flutters down onto his pant leg.

He remains completely unaware.

If this had happened in the past, who would have told him such a lamenting, world‑weary line?

He would most likely roll his eyes.

What's it got to do with him?!

As long as I'm alive, that's enough.

But now…

There's no way around it!

And moreover.

He now has doubts about his parents' car accident…

He is somewhat uncertain!

As time progresses and strength increases.

More and more things surface.

It seems…

The situation is more complicated than imagined!

Those so‑called higher‑ups have been investigated for so long yet yield no clues; everything is murky…

Is it really just because someone is meddling from within?!

Why did his father, that night, once again stress that he should protect his eyes?!

Tell him not to tell anyone?

The water in here is deeper than he thought!

Bottomless!

"Hoo!"

Su Ming takes a deep breath and jerks his head upward.

Night Color Bar is like ink, heavy enough to choke people.

Yet the golden light in his eyes grows ever brighter.

As if to pierce a hole through the sky!

Buzz—!

His vision switches instantly.

Above the firmament, the massive golden dragon's phantom reappears.

Before, it was only a fleeting glimpse.

But now…

He finally sees it more clearly!

Crystal clear!

Across the golden dragon's belly, a bottomless black fissure runs from end to end.

As if a world‑splitting axe had cleaved it in one stroke.

At the wound, there is no blood.

Only countless dense, black‑worm‑like runes are frenziedly devouring the golden Dragon Scale!

And at the dragon's head.

The once majestic dragon eyes are tightly shut.

From its seven orifices, a continuous stream of decayed, gray death energy leaks outward.

It could collapse at any moment!

"……"

Su Ming says nothing, merely withdrawing his gaze silently, his face grim.

It's clearly a hand‑grenade with its fuse already pulled, circling above everyone's heads!

If this thing explodes.

When the nest is shattered, how can any egg stay whole?

The courtyard is death‑like silent.

Only the faint sound of Chen Rang stirring the tea.

For a long while.

Su Ming tosses the cigarette butt, its filter already burnt, onto the ground and crushes it hard with his toe.

He lifts his head, and the complex emotions in his eyes fully subside.

Only absolute calm and clarity remain.

"Sorry, may I interrupt."

Su Ming leans forward, bracing both arms on the stone table.

His gaze was like a knife, scraping across the three old men's faces one by one.

I want to confirm something.

Chief Chen, and the two of you.

This kind of situation with lightning perched on one's head, a deadly predicament...

Su Ming pointed at the three of them.

It's our Dragon Country's unique specialty...

Or are you saying that on this planet, everyone's queuing up for boxed meals?

This is an extremely crucial information gap!

If it's an exception.

Then it means we've been targeted, with dirty hands behind it.

But if it's a universal phenomenon.

Then the way this game is played has to be reset!

The three old men exchanged a glance.

In their eye contact, exhaustion was written all over.

And helplessness!

Finally, it was Old Zhao, who was holding chess pieces in his hand, who took up the conversation.

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

In those eyes that were always half‑squinting and shrewd, there was now no calculation, only frankness.

Yes.

Old Zhao nodded, his voice calm.

They all have it.

From the moment the altar descended, this was no longer a disaster for any one country, but a catastrophe for all of human civilization.

No matter strong or weak, rich or poor, nobody can think of escaping.

Sure enough!

Su Ming's brows knitted tightly.

Since everyone's eating dirt, a new bug has appeared.

This logic doesn't make sense!

Su Ming's fingers tapped on the stone table, making a crackling sound, his speech extremely fast.

If it's an indiscriminate strike on a global scale.

Then, logically, whoever has the harder fists and thicker health bars should last longer!

Although Sakura Country is a bunch of trash, I won't deny that.

But speaking objectively, in terms of economy, national strength, and even the so‑called cultural output in the field of mysticism, they rank globally...

... they could at least make the top tier.

Su Ming's eyes were sharp.

So many small countries still playing in the mud, even some war‑torn places that don't fill two pages in a history book, have yet to suffer a large‑scale shutdown.

How come it's Sakura Country that blew up first?

And it blew up so thoroughly, so cleanly!

This isn't very scientific!

Anyone who plays games knows a high‑level character definitely resists damage better than a low‑level one.

If it's a virus, those with stronger bodies should have stronger immunity.

If it's a war, those with better equipment should be more resistant.

Unless……

The judgment mechanism of this disaster……

It doesn't follow common sense!

Heh……

Old Zhao laughed.

His laugh was a bit cold, also a bit mocking.

He extended a thin, withered finger and pointed to the black stone completely surrounded on the board.

Consultant Su, you're a smart person.

In fact, you already have the answer in your heart, right?

Old Zhao rose, hands behind his back, and paced two steps in this little courtyard.

Just like an old fox that sees through worldly affairs.

You're right, Sakura Country isn't weak.

But precisely because they aren't weak, precisely because they have that so‑called eight‑million‑god system……

That's why they died so quickly!

Old Zhao suddenly turned, his gaze blazing as he fixed it on Su Ming.

Consultant Su, in conventional understanding.

The longer the history, the more brilliant the myth, the deeper this nation's foundation, the more ample its resources to resist disaster.

But in the age of the altar, in this apocalypse where strangeness runs rampant……

But in the altar era, in this apocalypse where strangeness runs rampant...

"These foundations, these myths, legends, and great demons sleeping in the long river of history..."

"They are no longer the shield that protects us."

"But have turned into a swarm, eager to crawl out from underground..."

"Life-taking evil ghosts!"

"Or rather..."

"It is the revival of the ancient gods, a backlash of the foundations!"

"Boom!"

"Su Ming's heart jolted."

"These words were like parting the clouds to see the sun."

"Instantly cleared all the blockages in his mind!"

"So that's it!"

"This is a damn tax on the rich!"

"The deeper the foundations, the more buried explosives!"

"Zhao Lao walked over to Chen Rang's side and pointed at Chen Rang's arm, which was neither human nor ghost."

"The starting line each country faces at the beginning is different."

"Why did Sakura Country blow up first?"

"Because their myth system itself is chaotic, violent, and deformed!"

"The so-called eight million gods? Hah, most of them are just yellow-skinned spirits that have cultivated into essences, resentful spirits, or even nameless wild ghosts!"

"Beings like Da Tian Gou and Yu Zao Qian, their very bones are engraved with rebelliousness and slaughter!"

"For them, the descent of the altar is not a disaster, but a carnival!"

"If they receive a little guidance and influence, it's like a barrel filled with low-quality Zha Yao; just a tiny spark..."

"Zhao Lao made an explosive gesture, pulling his mouth into a sneer."

"Bang!"

"All blown up!"

"Who can stand leading the rebellion?"

"Saying this, Zhao Lao paused his tone, his eyes carrying a hint of extremely complex emotion."

"There is contempt, also helplessness."

"On the contrary."

"Look at those countries across the ocean."

"For example, Eagle Sauce."

"Founded only over two hundred years ago, what a measly history! What a pathetic myth!"

"Their foundations are as thin as paper, a breeze blows through!"

"But precisely because it's thin, precisely because those ancient, powerful things aren't buried underground..."

"Zhao Lao spread his hands."

"When the altar descends, they actually don't need to pay a huge price to suppress any ancient god revival."

"Because they fundamentally have no god to revive!"

"The remaining energy..."

"But damn, they have plenty of energy to stir up trouble!"

"Damn!"