Chapter 334: Birth

Noble Phantasm activated·Floating World Painting Scroll·Heart Fire Burning Pact

The pattern on the fan suddenly ignites!

This is the Noble Phantasm exclusive to this form after Huan Long descended into this world!

"Aaaah—!!!"

The Insect Body convulses violently!

Yan Ye's wail and Zang Yan's shrill screech blend together!

The link between the two consciousnesses is wildly scorched by that Flame!

"You... what are you doing?!"

Jian Tong tries to command the Insect Swarm to counterattack, but finds every larva trembling in terror—not of the Flame, but of the destructive aura surfacing on the fan!

"It's simple."

Huan Long's voice still carries a smile, but his eyes are as cold as frost, "Your body is too noisy. How can two consciousnesses cramped together perfectly bear the blessing of Breeding?"

The Flame contracts sharply!

Jian Tong's scream abruptly ceases.

"Enough."

"A tool should possess a tool's enlightenment."

Huan Long gracefully folds the fan, his voice still gentle, "Then, let the final movement begin. Using this breeding cradle, ignite the Flame of Destruction, and present this dreary world with a… grand funeral."

Before the words finish, Huan Long's figure suddenly transforms into a blazing amber Flame.

The Flame, as if alive, instantly engulfs the frozen Jian Tong.

No scream, only the insect shell and flesh reconstitute under the power of fate.

A terrifying pressure that makes every being in Winterwood City shudder erupts like an invisible tsunami, exploding centered on Liu Dong Si!

The night sky is reflected in a strange amber hue.

A massive silhouette, between insect and human form, becomes gradually clear amid the Flame and violet‑black mist.

On its body, countless compound eyes open simultaneously, reflecting the burning world, and from its snarling maw chant the hymn of Breeding and the proclamation of Destruction.

"With this corpse, I offer the Seed of Breeding... With this world, I honor the End of Destruction..."

A grand voice, neither male nor female, reverberates through heaven and earth.

At the instant when old filth and newborn Destruction fuse to give birth—

"Hmph, quite a commotion. Unfortunately, your aesthetic attainment is as crude as your power."

A cool female voice comes from the higher night sky.

Huan Long's countless compound eyes swivel, gazing upward.

Black Tower hovers there.

She sits elegantly on a splendid staff taller than she is.

The deep‑purple Lolita skirt hangs motionless in the night wind.

Under the brim of the Witch Hat, her brown hair is illuminated by a faint energy glow, and her violet‑black eyes hold no fear, only a scrutiny of the shoddy creation.

"The Intellect's emissary."

The Fusion Body emits a rumbling sound, with a hint of surprise and more of amusement, "Want to meddle in this drama destined for Destruction? Or perhaps the Erudite Master has grown boredly curious about Destruction?"

"I don't care what Machine Head thinks."

Black Tower slightly lifts her chin, lightly tapping her temple, "But I personally detest noise, especially this kind. And Breeding plus Destruction?"

She curls her lip, her sarcasm almost solidifying, "A minuscule fragment, plus a sliver of the Extinction Great Lord under Nanuq's banner, using this world's discarded Magus corpse as adhesive... Hmm, creativity rating: zero. Efficiency rating: low. Entertainment rating: soporific."

"Sharp teeth, sharp beak."

The Fusion Body does not anger, but lets out a low laugh, its Flame and the Insect Swarm writhing more violently, "Intellect is always like that, trying to measure flame with a ruler. Very well, let your knowledge, before pure Destruction, turn into the primordial dust!"

"Is that all?"

Black Tower seems to lack even the interest to argue; her slender finger points vaguely ahead.

In an instant, above Liu Dong Si, within a radius of several hundred meters, countless purple‑black magical mirrors as deep as starry skies materialize out of nowhere!

"First round, Saturated Firepower," Black Tower declares lightly, as if initiating a routine protocol in a lab.

Buzz—!

All magical mirrors simultaneously fine‑tune their angles, their surfaces blazing brightly!

The next moment, thousands of violet beams rain down on the Fusion Body like a torrential storm!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening explosions roar continuously, shaking the entire Yuan Cang Shan.

Finally, the dust disperses.

Below, the Insect Body has fully merged into the ground.

No, not merged—it's unfolding!

Countless pulsating violet‑black flesh tubes burst from beneath every stone slab of Liu Dong Si!

They grow wildly like living tendrils, covering the entire temple in an instant, forming a massive insect nest!

At the nest's center, the violet Light Orb pulses stronger each beat, making Winterwood City's air increasingly viscous!

"Tsk."

Black Tower raises her right hand, "Analysis Module Full Open. Target: the nest core below. Simulating 3,700 attack paths... prioritizing energy‑disruption type."

The Twelve-faced Magic Mirror appears instantly, adjusting angles, revealing intricate geometric light patterns deep within its surface.

SecondRound Beam Barrage descends in an instant!

Twelve violet‑golden beams do not strike the nest's surface directly; they interweave in the air, turning into hundreds of fine Light Rain!

Boom—boom—boom—boom—!!!

A series of muffled explosions rang out!

The surface of the insect nest erupted, spewing countless splatters of slime!

But more strangely, the damaged spots did not bleed; instead, they gushed out a massive amount of pink dust that emitted a faint glow!

The powder spread rapidly in the night wind, cloaking the entire Liu Dong Si like a thin mist, and expanding toward Winterwood City at the foot of the mountain at an astonishing speed!

"This is—"

Black Tower instantly sensed something amiss, and the magic mirror instantly formed a Barrier in front of her, yet a small portion of the powder penetrated the defense and clung to the hem of her skirt.

Down at the foot of the mountain, Chang Ye Yue, San Yue Qi, and Saber also came into contact with the drifting powder.

"Careful!"

Chang Ye Yue immediately opened her Black Umbrella, a flash of vigilance passing through her crimson eyes.

But the powder seemed to ignore the obstruction, passing through the umbrella's canopy and gently settling on the three of them.

San Yue Qi blinked, "Eh? It seems... nothing's felt?"

Before the words finished, her gaze suddenly scattered for an instant.

"San Yue!"

Chang Ye Yue reached out to pull her, but her own movement also stalled.

Saber gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her emerald eyes scanning the surroundings sharply, yet the forest scenery in her view began to warp, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.

The powder continued to drift, crossing the streets, floating into windows, merging with the night wind.

The thin mist of the other pink powder has already shrouded most of Winterwood City.

The citizens, who had been in agony due to the "excretion cycle," suddenly fell silent at this moment.

Winterwood City residential district

Weigong Qiesi carried a briefcase, walking on the road home.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long.

Both sides of the street were ordinary two‑story houses, with gardens of flowers and plants, and occasionally a bicycle rang its bell as it passed.

The air carried the scent of dinner; some homes were stewing potato beef, others frying fish.

Everything was so calm.

He had grown accustomed to this life: waking at seven in the morning, having breakfast with his wife Ailisi Feier, taking his daughter Ilya to elementary school, then taking the tram to his company—a ordinary trading firm where he does clerical work.

After work, he goes to the supermarket to buy some groceries, then walks home along this road.

No Magic.

No killing.

No endless obsession of "Rescue the World".