Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 789: Open Source Prosperity

The dust slowly dissipated.

".It is commendable."

It was Ruan Fa who was speaking, not her vocal cords. Her jaw, throat, and half of her chest were almost completely torn apart. Crystal clear blood dripped out, but before it could roll down, it evaporated all at once.

One of her hands hung limply, with broken bones piercing the flesh like a disordered wolf's fang. The dripping muscle membrane barely glued the arm together, allowing it to barely maintain its outline instead of turning into a kite with a broken string.

A view that was once popular was that the "state" of a psychic is strongly correlated with self-cognition. Scholars hope to use this method to explain why those monsters that have long been completely inhuman and have destroyed the world still exhibit physiological states similar to those of humans.

Ruan Fa's other hand was much more intact. Although she couldn't bear to look at it, she stretched it straight. Her five fingers seemed to have strangled her fate. She would never waver despite ten million threats and ten million persuasions. She was incredibly tough.
Choked Dwight Brooks.

His long hair was scattered randomly, hanging on his forehead, on his shoulders, and down his back. After a long and extremely intense fight, his hair was of different lengths, burnt, curled, and messy, making Ruan Fa look no longer like the emperor who presided over the Council of Knowledge, but a refugee who had traveled thousands of miles.

But those deep blue eyes were brighter than at the beginning. Even just a glance at them was enough to make people feel uneasy and unable to calm down for a long time.

Dwight Brooks was strangled by the neck and lifted in the air, but he remained silent, as if he was unaware of all this. The old man stared to the other side, his deep pupils reflecting the crumbling creation.

That is the "First Domain".

The first abyss domain created by Dwight Brooks before he became the "King of the Abyss" and ascended from a "demon" to the position of "Lord of the Abyss".

But at this moment, it is also about to fall into destruction, just like the second to tenth domains that collapsed first.

In front of Ruan Fa, whose psychic power was pushed to the peak, even the Abyss Network ruled by the King of the Abyss was an obstacle that could be broken through with just a little time.

The singularity technology "Base Reality Overwrite" could no longer be maintained and had reached its limit. The turbid and chaotic [Abyss] slowly dissipated, revealing the eternal and quiet deep space underneath.

No one spoke. Some were excited, some were cautious, some were unhappy, some were thoughtful. No one had the same expression, but everyone remained silent. All the people who set foot here looked at the center together.

"Ruan raft."

Finally, the old man spoke.

Ruan Fa nodded slightly.

"I lost." When the old man said this, his pronunciation was clear and slow: "This time, you won."

pat.

It was like the sound of glass breaking on the ground, or like an electrocardiogram stopping beating, and the ticking sound was parallel to it. On the ring finger of the old man's right hand, the ring flashed yellow light for the last time, and the crack spread and shattered.

Middle finger, thumb, index finger.
One ring after another, after flashing the last light of their lives, fell into eternal darkness and shattered, leaving only bits of crystal dust scattered in the boundless space.

"You deserve to be defeated by me." Ruan Fa tilted his head, his tone calm, as if explaining the laws of the universe: "You rely too much on external things. How can you be stronger than me?"

Dwight Brooks shook his head.

"I lost. The reason I lost is that I'm not as strong as you. It has nothing to do with these things."

"My path was correct enough," the old man said, "I just didn't do my best, that's all."

"Heh." Ruan Fa did not comment.

"On the path of Balance, you have walked far ahead of me." The old man said, "Ogden Christopher has seen a deeper depth than I have."

"Ruan Fa, I lost to you." The old man's expression flickered, and under the reflection of the deep space, there was an inexplicable sense of strangeness. He spoke word by word: "But 'Devil' and 'Abyss' did not lose to 'Balance'."

"You are also balanced, Dwight Brooks." Ruan Fa said coldly.

"No one can be summed up by a simple label." Dwight Brooks said, "I once admired the path of balance and was fascinated by the mystery of rules and regulations. I was once trapped between the abyss and balance, tossing and turning, unable to get what I wanted and grasp the path that suits my wishes."

"The second stage of your true spirit." Ruan Fa slowly said the answer: "—You have achieved a 'balance' between the two."

True spirit, the crystallization of the psychic's self-will and past, is the most sincere existence in the world. After fighting to this extent, Ruan Fa has already felt the other party's thoughts.

"Because I never gave up the path of Balance, I shaped it and it influenced me." Dwight Brooks said: "I faced it--"

"——In addition to myself, I will lay the first foundation stone for Terra's seventh path of birth."

“Ruan Fa!” Dwight Brooks’ voice suddenly rose. The old man’s face was no longer solemn and dignified. His pupils seemed to light up, and he roared: “Today, I lost to you - tomorrow, the path of the Abyss will never be defeated again!”

Ruan Fa loosened his hand that was strangling the old man's throat.

The individual standing on Terra, the woman stepping into the boundless space, the psyker known as the Corrector, slowly and clearly raised her hand.

He loosened his five fingers, clenched them again, and raised them above his head with his arms straight.

The boundary between the planet and deep space, the arc of the celestial body, is lit up by the starlight from twelve minutes ago.

The psychic standing on the dividing line raised her index finger from her fist, pointing to the future she was sure of.

Perhaps at this moment, from the white snow-capped mountains to the bottom of the deep sea, from the urban buildings to the uninhabited wastelands, all the creatures on Terra can see this scene when they raise their heads.

Ruan Fa did not speak. She stood alone in the center of attention without saying a word.

But everyone here clearly understood the message conveyed by the other party.

--"I am waiting."

Without external support, the gravity from the planet dragged Dwight Brooks down and caused him to fall into the atmosphere.

The old man still had some strength, at least enough to resist the gravity, but Dwight Brooks chose to refuse.

He just raised his head and stretched out his left hand as far as he could. There was still one last ring on his ring finger, which was flickering with a faint light.

That is the glory representing the "First Domain".

Under the pull of gravity, the ring slipped off the ring finger, and was suddenly grabbed by the hand when it was about to disappear into the deep space.

A huge roar like a tidal wave came from the far distance. The "First Domain" in the abyss was artificially disintegrated. This abyss network domain, which had been built with countless efforts, completely collapsed. Winding cracks emerged from the surface, tearing it into pieces.

Just like a meteorite burning in the atmosphere, the "First Domain" collapsed, and fragments of all sizes turned into countless fireballs, which descended towards Terra in the world of the Internet!

Each fragment is solidified data, which contains a complete technical file called Singularity Technology - [Base Reality Overwrite].

Dwight Brooks looked at the planet below, with many emotions flowing through the depths of his pupils, and he whispered: "Go."

"Terra's 'Post-Abyss Era'."

(End of this chapter)