Chapter 72: Divine Gear! Divine Gear! Still Divine Gear!

"What the heck?!"

Su Ming's mind and spirit were violently shaken.

The grandeur of this momentum far surpasses those three shafts of golden light!

Whose officer is this, daring to such a degree?!

Before he could react, the three fragmented shafts of golden light turned into three torrents of data, crazily surging back into his brow!

Three completely different lingering scenes appeared in his mind.

First scene.

It is that veteran General.

There is no exoneration in the golden palace.

Nor is there any repentance from the Emperor.

The broken spear he held transformed into a rust‑stained hoe.

Around him lay a desolate mass burial ground.

There, countless soldiers who fought with him, whose names were never recorded, lay buried.

He swung the hoe, adding fresh soil to each solitary mound.

Finally, he pulled from his chest the General's seal that symbolized glory.

He glanced at it, then crushed it casually.

The powder mixed with earth was scattered onto the wild‑grass seeds beside the bones.

The illusion finally froze.

The burial ground blossomed with white wildflowers covering the hills.

No longer asking whether the loyal bones met a good end.

Only hoping the nameless are not forgotten.

……

Second scene.

The golden hairpin gently fell into the palm of the lady in blue.

Her elaborate court dress was removed, replaced with a plain ceremonial robe, the golden hairpin slanted in her hair.

In the imperial study, the Emperor pondered the disaster report for a long time.

"Relief grain funds have been disbursed in three batches, yet the regions still report shortages, fearing deductions!"

"A thorough investigation might cause too much upheaval, unsettling the disaster‑stricken populace."

The beauty lies on her side.

"Your Majesty, you think of the disaster victims' safety while also weighing the investigation's limits; that is already comprehensive."

"I am willing to sort the grain fund ledgers for Your Majesty, starting with the past six months, quietly, gradually discerning the threads, so Your Majesty need not face difficulty alone."

The scene abruptly shifts.

The Emperor is assassinated.

She simply lifts her hand, securing the golden hairpin more firmly in her hair.

The tip of the hairpin reflects the fire outside the hall, also reflecting the raging war intent igniting in her eyes.

Summon the Imperial Guard, quell the rebellion, stabilize the court.

Finally, wearing the Emperor's robe, crowned with the golden hairpin, she ascends the inner throne.

Behind the throne, what hangs is not her portrait.

But the Emperor's hand‑drawn "World Agriculture Map".

The golden hairpin is a vow, not for entanglement but for standing side by side!

Your will is not yet fulfilled?

Then I will bear it to the end for you!

……

Third scene.

Clown drifts toward the mortal world.

Watching the anxious faces of examinees in the test hall.

Watching the restrained tears of relatives in the funeral procession.

Watching the bent backs of peddlers in the market.

Finally, before the crouching, crying beggar in the street corner.

He, for the first time, removed his own mask.

Under the mask, there were no features, only a blank.

Yet this blank slowly exuded a scorching tear.

The tear fell onto the beggar's broken bowl, turning into a warm copper coin.

In the end, the Clown's figure dispersed.

Transforming into the wind that weaves through the streets!

……

The three lingering scenes flash and vanish.

Three supreme treasures hang over the altar.

"Thump—!"

Su Ming's legs gave way, and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Huh…"

His face turned ashen, and he gasped heavily.

The previous series of actions had drained his mind and spirit far too much.

"It's over…"

"But my great drama has only just begun!"

Su Ming pulled out a bottle of Source Blood, tipped his head back, and drank it all in one gulp!

Tremendous life force surged through his limbs and bones, and the wounds on his face healed rapidly!

He rose slowly, stepped to the left, and arrived before the White Tiger Hall altar.

The Eye of Truth activated, focusing on the first trophy!

Name: Overlord Helmet (Sheng·Series Item 1/3)

Quality: Legendary

Function One: Overlord's Mighty Authority (Passive)! The more robust one's Qi and blood, the heavier the oppressive pressure! It proportionally boosts physical damage mitigation and damage!!

Function Two: Fight to the Death (Passive)! When besieged by three or more enemies, the Overlord's Mighty Authority effect is amplified according to the number of foes!

"Forge a sword for the nation, the sword points at oneself! At the hero's end, the Overlord sheds his armor!"

"Good stuff!"

A flash of brilliance erupted in Su Ming's eyes!

This passive is backed by the Crimson Throne…

It's tailor-made!

Do you like to fight many against few?

Watch me stand unshaken!

"Series items of Legendary grade…"

"How awesome can a complete set be?"

Su Ming murmured softly, stowed the Overlord Helmet, and went to the Changmen Palace altar.

The item above glittered crystal‑clear under the moonlight.

It was a radiant Jade Pendant.

Name: Pride Pendant (Dan·Series Item 1/3)

Quality: Legendary

Function: Eastern Flood of Calamity (Passive)! All single‑target locked attacks against you have a chance to be deflected, randomly striking other units near you!

A heart foolishly gazing at the moon, half a life's splendor plotted for whom!

Su Ming's complexion turned strange.

"This thing… is a bit sinister!"

"But I like it."

Who dares to kill me?

First ask the people beside him whether they consent!

This thing…

A chaos stick for team fights, the assassin's very own father!

Finally, Su Ming shifted his gaze to the right, his expression somewhat complicated.

All‑Beings' Countenance altar!

"This Clown…"

Su Ming shook his head.

After his father left, he fell in love with watching opera.

He also gained some personal insights.

The painted‑face's pure role is propriety, the blue robe is affection, the martial role is righteousness.

And that seemingly slapstick, crazy Clown.

Often is the only one in the whole play who remains lucid from start to finish.

He is a sage who speaks truth through madness.

He is a razor‑sharp laugh that pierces hypocrisy.

If not for the final moment, this All‑Beings' Countenance altar would have torn his disguise with the most cutting sarcasm, driving him into a desperate corner…

There would be no performance "Painting the Score with Blood, I Am the Play"!

In a sense, this Clown role made him.

Su Ming came forward.

He extended his hand and lightly grasped a dark‑red tooth in his palm.

Name: Counter Tongue (Clown·Series Item 1/3)

Quality: Legendary

Function One: Tooth for a Tooth (Passive)! When afflicted by a negative status, there is a chance to counter, weakening the effect and reflecting it back to the caster!

Function Two: Insight of the Performer! This item bears the Clown role's final obsession!

Laugh at his towers that rise and fall, only then does he sense his own body is also among them!

"A guaranteed chance to reflect negative status?!"

Su Ming's breath stalled.

In today's transcendental age, pure power is terrifying.

But those curses, toxins, Mental Pollution, and the like that are impossible to guard against…

Even more damn annoying!

"If this probability is stacked up…"

"Invincible…"

But this second function…

He doesn't quite understand!

The obsession that bears the Clown—what is it? And what does it do?!

Su Ming shook his head, and stored the Reverse Tongue into dimensional space.

Three Legendary-level series divine armors!

This round, blood profit!

Finally.

Su Ming lifted his head, his gaze locked onto the very center of the stage, breathing rapidly.

There…

It is the spot where that blood-colored sky light just struck!

A faint light flickered!