Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 815 Despair! The phenomenon of intellectual dissolution!
The sky is being split apart.

It was as if a god had wielded a sword, splitting the heavens in two and creating a crimson-gold crack.

—Song Shi!
Without making any attempt to conceal his tracks, Song Shi set off a raging inferno in the sky, his presence seemingly causing the heavens to collapse and crash down upon the earth!

In terms of prestige, the Great Source is unparalleled among all paths, and Song Shi's spiritual energy reserves are undoubtedly the best among all spiritual energy users, even within the Great Source—the fifth ring of the Great Source.

No "subjective" effort is required.

Song Shi simply moved forward, yet he created a world-changing phenomenon.

"Has it finally started—?"

The crimson-gold flames raged fiercely and wantonly; even a glimpse of them from afar gave one the feeling of parched throat and scorched hair. If they chose to engulf the mountains, no one would doubt that the majestic peaks would melt away like snowflakes.

Contrary to what others might expect, the center of the fire was surprisingly calm, without a single ripple.

Song Shi's thoughts surged forth like a raging sea, yet the deepest "wick" remained unmoved and unusually calm.

It's as if the world has been detached, and one is standing in a third-person perspective, looking down at the heavens and earth.

Chacloak Vaughn’s words spread to every corner of the corporate alliance, and no two people reacted alike. There were a thousand different expressions among a thousand people: astonishment, bewilderment, indifference, ecstasy, anger, and tears streaming down their faces.
Song Shi glanced at it.

Then I stopped watching.

The dazzling neon lights, like a reversed nine-colored Milky Way, rose from the horizon, the dividing line between heaven and earth, and permeated everything in sight!
The Alosha region, a border area of ​​the corporate alliance, is no longer just the Alosha region. Centered on the former, the dazzling neon lights have long since spread outwards, encroaching on many more areas.

——clang.

The fiery red gold surged forth, solidified, and transformed into a straight, sharp blade, which shot out inch by inch.

Song Shi drew his sword; the movement appeared incredibly slow, yet it exuded a chilling, bone-chilling ferocity. In the next instant, it transformed into a raging torrent that could incinerate everything in its path, slashing down upon what lay ahead!
Wow.

It was a sound as sharp as tearing silk and as magnificent as a surging river. Neon lights, atmospheric dust and mist, along with the balloons and lamp bases made by fans and released into the sky, depicting the chibi-style portrait of Zenryu Setsuna—were all swallowed up and burned to ashes.

In ancient times, when astronomical observation technology was not so advanced, the people of Donglu proposed a theory of "a round heaven and a square earth." They believed that the heavens were like a chicken egg, celestial bodies were round like bullets, and the earth was like the yolk of a chicken. They regarded the "heaven" as a lid covering the "earth," and the changes of day and night were the difference between uncovering and covering.

If this is true.

The scene before us is this cover that covers the earth, like a mosquito net doused with embers, now riddled with shocking holes!
The dazzling neon lights that once permeated everything became riddled with holes, revealing the true colors of the sky through each and every gap.

However, after the attack, Song Shi turned around and looked at the terrifying scene. Instead of joy, he clicked his tongue.

He glanced at the straight knife in his hand, then looked ahead.

—The feel is off.

Even for a natural person who doesn't involve any psionic or technological prosthetics, the act of swinging a longsword is a complex process. The adjustment of the body's center of gravity, the exertion of muscles, the change of posture, and the movement of steps all affect the final result of the sword swing.

A master swordsman who is proficient in this art can pierce through armor and cut through weapons, and extinguish nine candles with a single sword stroke. However, ordinary people who are not trained and use the sword haphazardly will find it difficult and inefficient to even chop firewood with a sword.

The spiritual energy that reaches the fifth ring, the True Spirit, is far more complex in terms of influencing factors and processes than a natural person "wielding a long sword."
These influencing factors and processes were quietly interfered with by external forces.

My attack just now looks "riddled with holes," seemingly astonishing enough, but my original goal was to directly overturn and burn the entire neon sky, leaving not a trace! This was not a delusional fantasy; I could do it.

But in reality, it didn't work out.

The process of his own strike was affected. Song Shi realized what had happened. The specific details are difficult to describe in detail, but to summarize roughly, he had made a mistake, striking prematurely before the attack had reached its peak.

But in my own subjective perception, this strike had clearly reached its peak.

I am not perfect, and of course I have made mistakes.

Such a huge mistake.
"Zen Ryushinatsu".

Song Shi slowly stretched his body. The heavy attack he had just unleashed did not show any signs of dimming. Instead, it seemed to be enraged and let out a heart-palpitating roar.

The destructive power of the psionic technique [Calamity] lingered on the blade, while strands of [Emperor's Essence] flowed out, the two clashing and interacting, giving birth to incredible killing power. Even when Chong Shi was still, the surroundings subtly fluctuated, a sign of unstable spatial coefficients.

Even a giant corporation like [Fugu Kaituo], which possesses the singularity technology of "space jump," would never want to jump in such an environment. The unstable space could easily tear apart the object being jumped from.

Faced with the turbulence of space, even a fourth-ring [Ascension] psychic could be torn apart on the spot and die instantly.

"Observing form and emptiness between 0 and 1 —"

First came a soft murmur, then the sound echoed through the valley, lingering endlessly.

"Heartbeat synchronization rate, MAX—"

The tone suddenly changed, becoming impassioned and resonant, with a hidden surge of electric light that spread throughout the nerves, numbing the very core of the soul.

"The Dark Realm of Inner Flame, a fleeting moment—"

Then came a soft, melodious singing, each word deliberate and rhythmic, as if the eyes were lowered, the palms clasped together, and a few snowflakes drifting down onto the shoulders.

"Firewall? Overwrite——"

A hearty laugh, sudden yet not abrupt, resounded; beads of sweat rolled down his hair; full of vigor and youthful exuberance, he stepped onto the high platform.

"Lost souls—"

Even with Song Shi's perception, he couldn't distinguish how many kinds of sounds were coming from all directions at this moment. They echoed, intertwined, and danced, converging into a magnificent torrent. Countless voices overlapped together, forming an extremely beautiful ode.

At the end of the torrent, a figure emerged.

The ruler of the giant corporation [Dust Contract Generation], the [Consensus] of the fifth ring, and an idol revered and loved by countless people.
"And, an unparalleled, absolutely invincible beautiful girl—"

The girl with platinum highlights lightly raised her right hand above her forehead, revealing a bright, toothy smile.

"Zen in an instant, I have attained enlightenment!"

(End of this chapter)