Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 795 Why bother?

The last time they met was at the Earth's core—a pure white sea of ​​light filled Terra's heart, leaving only the concept of "light" in their vision; everything else was ruthlessly crushed.

And now, the same scene is reflected once again in the depths of Song Shi's pupils!

If his previous "unity of man and nature" with Terra had resulted in a miniature sun that was already dazzling, then the white light that appeared in Terra's outer space at this moment surpassed it.

It is so dazzling and vast that it is beyond imagination.

Light.
Pure white light slowly disappeared above Terra's horizon.

Within Terra's polar region, there exists an astronomical phenomenon known as "polar day," where the sun remains above the horizon for an entire day due to the planet's revolution around the sun and the obliquity of the ecliptic, making the entire region bright all day long and free from darkness.

But at this moment, the "polar day" is no longer limited to the Arctic Circle; every corner of Terra is lit up.

At the lunar exploration base "Lone Sea," in the "Deep Darkness," Solomon Beaufort, his face partially hidden, wore a somber expression. From his perspective, looking at Terra from the setting moon, the latter seemed veiled by a white, hazy filter, becoming a "glass marble"!
As someone who witnessed the boundless darkness of deep space and stepped into the "darkness," the [Great Source] felt immense displeasure even just by watching this scene—yet before that magnificent light, the darkness could only be forced to recede completely.

laughter.

From the vacuum, a clear and unrestrained laugh rang out.

"After all these years, the world doesn't seem to have changed much!"

A tall, upright woman stood in the deep air. She casually tossed her long hair aside, looked down with interest, and stretched comfortably: "You people are still as boring as ever."

As he spoke, the light illuminating the deep space continued to rise in momentum.

It's like someone who has been curled up for a long, long time finally getting a bigger space, so they stretch out to their heart's content, their bones cracking, feeling so exhilarated that they can't help but feel good.

"Ok?"

Ming Xianyuan turned her head to the side and glanced at her.

A flash.

In outer orbit, the satellites that were preparing to spy on her, the accumulated space debris, and a space station that unfortunately happened to be blocking the light's orbit were all swallowed up by the white light in less than a ten-thousandth of a second.

As the white light slowly dissipated, a striking "vacuum zone" thousands of kilometers deep appeared in outer orbit.

"Looking around randomly is not a good habit."

Ming Xianyuan rotated his wrist, and the light, as if possessing life, spontaneously surrounded him with this movement. The endless sea of ​​light slowly rotated, forcibly drawing the gaze of the creatures on the ground.

"Dao Yi" Fu Lantu, Grand Marshal, "King of All" Isidore Siniti, and "World" Archibald—four divine thrones have successively left Terra, and "Observer" is also intentionally letting go. Hey, the latter has been playing dead on the Evening Moon for so many years, and finally made some moves.

Regardless of the outcome, there is only one result.

Having joined forces to suppress the loosening of the seal on "Three Thousand Illuminations," Ming Xianyuan successfully broke the seal.

Revisit Terra.

"Ah."

Apart from that shout, there was no other sound in deep space. Perhaps the entire Terra lost its voice at that moment. Under the bright light that illuminated the planet, everything was forced to bow its head.

Ming Xianyuan smiled disdainfully, his gaze finally settling in one direction.

A nation whose foundation is built on faith and royal power, whose orderly lineage has endured for two thousand years, a nation that has survived countless calamities, the victor of the first Seven Lands War, a nation that launched a holy war in the name of "purification"—

The Vanpusta Empire.

—The light of dawn descends together!
The sea of ​​light, high in the deep sky and illuminating the planet, suddenly contracted—but even in its "contraction," it still encompassed a radius of thousands of miles, a sea of ​​light that could be clearly seen even when viewed from the horizon.

It descended upon the Vanpusta Empire. Endless rays of light intertwined, condensed, and materialized, like millions of sharp blades or divine spears, descending from deep space and easily traversing distances measured in "thousands of kilometers."

In the blink of an eye—no, for an even shorter time—the atmosphere paused—and then became a sieve. Every ray of light pierced through it, leaving behind lingering voids.

However, there was no time to pay attention to the atmosphere.

Countless beams of light descended upon the Vanpusta Empire, not from a single region, not from a single city, not from a single province, and not even from a general division like south and north—

This single strike, created from "countless" elements, covers the entire empire!
—Upon reaching the sixth ring of the Great Source, even the destruction of an ancient empire is merely a matter of "wanting" or "not wanting".

The beams of light were sharper than a repeatedly honed blade and hotter than fiery lava. Hundreds upon hundreds of millions of these beams converged into an endless torrential downpour, engulfing the entire empire in an instant.

From the satellite's overhead view, a bright spot appeared on Terra's surface—the Vanpusta Empire, submerged in the light.

At the same time, the light suddenly dimmed.

Inaccurately speaking, it is because pure white light was suddenly mixed with other substances, causing the purity of the white light to decrease, thus creating the appearance of "darkness" in contrast.

The territory of the Vanpusta Empire was as bright as stars, as if a god had wrapped marbles in a cloak and then suddenly shook them down onto the earth, scattering them all over the ground.

One star after another appeared, scattered throughout the empire. Even in the most remote and desolate places, there would be a star. They were images of the Holy Spirit, churches, blessed objects, or simply a person—yet they all shared the same name.

——【Beacon of Faith】.

The next instant, beams of light rose from every beacon of faith! Like a torrential downpour, they burst forth from every inch of the empire's territory, colliding with the beams of light descending from the sky. The two collided high in the heavens, exploding violently and scattering into countless specks of light that ripped through the sky!

Along with the pillar of light, an elderly man dressed in an ancient robe and with a solemn expression also rose up.

The state religion of the empire, currently headed by the Pope.

—Adair Blume, “The One Near to God”!

He manifested, and the power of faith born from countless believers, those pillars of light seemed to be inexplicably encouraged, their momentum suddenly increased, forcefully withstanding the rain of light falling from the sky, and even turning around to engulf and shatter it!

At the edge of the sky, a fist is thrown downwards—a fist from Ming Xianyuan.

A hot, expanding object seemed to appear in my palm. As it was swallowed by the beam of light, my clenched fingers were visibly stretched open little by little.

"If."

Then, just as it was about to fully expand, it seemed to have crashed into an indestructible mountain range, and its five fingers stopped moving.

"A mere hundred billion people and a few thousand years of accumulation can surpass me?"

Amid the chilling sound of shattering glass, the hand did not loosen its grip; instead, it began to close itself little by little until finally, it clenched tightly.

"How could I dare, how could I possibly, ascend the throne of God?"

and so.

broken.

next moment.

The light that illuminated the three thousand worlds overshadowed the brilliance of faith.

It flowed like a torrent.

(End of this chapter)