Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 816 Fierce Battle! Zenru Setsuna!

Song Shi rubbed his eyes.

The sky looked as if it had been splashed and washed clean for a long time, a deep, bluish-green, with wispy clouds lingering among them. Just a casual glance at them was enough to refresh the mind and wash away the fatigue and worries accumulated over the days. It was as if one had suddenly stepped into the scenes of those youthful animated stories from the "Dust Contract Generation" series.

Song Shi rubbed his eyes again.

The tale of youth is gone, replaced by a neon-lit sky as seen through the perspective of the psionic art "Glassy View," just like the first time we saw it. The curtain, which was recently burned to shreds and left in ruins, has already begun to heal in this short time.

"Cognitive Interference. Filter".

Song Shi concluded: "As long as you stay here, you will indeed live a happy life."

"Yes, I'm happy!"

Upon hearing this word, Zenryusha immediately clasped his hands together: "It's wonderful that everyone can be happy."

"Ah."

Song Shi did not answer, but only glanced at Chong Shi.

"I have seen many methods of demons corrupting the Dao and corrupting all things, but so far, you are indeed the strongest among them."

"Thank you for the praise, Arikado." Zenryusatsuna looked somewhat surprised: "Wow, I actually got your approval?"

"Just tell the truth."

Song Shi said calmly.

If we compare ourselves to a glass of clear water, the common approach we've encountered in the past is to add muddy water into it—this certainly affects the purity of the water, but it's not difficult to solve. The simplest way is to filter it repeatedly, and naturally, the clear and muddy water can be separated again.

So, Zenratsu's spiritual energy is like adding ink to clear water; the two become one. Even if one knows they've been contaminated and something is wrong with them, they have absolutely no way to deal with it!

He possessed the "Heart of Forging" and the "Glassy Observation," one unmoved and the other observant, theoretically providing him with extremely strong resistance to this type of method. However, unknowingly, he still fell into the trap and was silently influenced.

Song Shi stared ahead.

Zenruchatana is not a single person.

More like a colossal urban structure than a space carrier, it shines brightly in the sky, capturing the world's attention. It's like a stage for only one person.

As Song Shi's gaze followed, rows of colorful lampposts rhythmically lit up from the space carrier named "Eternal Dreamland," like a folding fan suddenly unfurling, or a peacock grandly opening its gates! Connecting heaven and earth, it was breathtaking!

This serves only to highlight the lone girl standing tall against the wind at the very top of the bridge.

"Awakened One," Zen-like instant.

From the moment she appeared, the torrent of calls echoing from all directions paused for a moment, then surged even louder than before, filling every corner of the world.

Even the raging flames that Song Shi transformed into couldn't completely suppress the opponent; instead, they were forced back little by little.

With a shared understanding, we can stand on equal footing!

This torrent is formed by the convergence of countless thoughts.

On the ground beneath their feet, or in the distant future, regardless of status, appearance, gender, or profession, whether witnessing it in person or through online live streaming, at this moment, they were all moved to tears, shouting with excitement and emotion—

The endless stream of cheering messages converged, like a thousand colors mixed together, becoming murky and making it impossible to distinguish the specific words.

But only four characters, no matter how blurry or confused they may be, remain clearly visible.
That is, "Zen-Li-Chan-Nana"!
"It's so quiet."

Then Song Shidao.

"Huh...?" The girl blinked. "How could that be? There are so many voices..." "All I hear is the same thing over and over again: 'Zen Ryusatsuna,' everyone's the same—you expect me to say it's noisy?"

Song Shi tapped his brow: "Sorry, I've already filtered it out automatically."

As he spoke, a vast crimson flame surged forth, engulfing everything in its path. The fire condensed into endless, sharp blades, aggressively licking at the girl.

But the raging flames, just before touching Zenryoku, suddenly changed. The sharp blade softened, its edge smoothed, and it transformed into a gentle, swaying flame that flowed smoothly across Zenryoku.

The latter even had the leisure to gently reach out with her small hand to touch the flame, pinch it into a flower of fire, and sniff it.

"Wow!"

She sneezed, her eyes brimming with tears: "It's too spicy!"

But the next moment, her teary eyes disappeared, and she stuck out her tongue sheepishly: "I was just kidding."

Song Shi nodded, and Chong Shi slowly turned his head. This time, it wouldn't be a probing attack.

Seeing this, Zenryu Setsuna rubbed his hands restlessly and sighed softly, "Ah..."

"Why must there always be conflict? Why can't everyone just have a good talk and try to understand each other?"

Song Shi scoffed.

“You’ve burned all these people’s brains into the same way, and you’re telling me this is understanding? Well, in your ‘consensus’ eyes, this is indeed called mutual understanding.”

"First of all, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Secondly, well, [Dayuan] often makes some scary noises, making a complete mess of the environment."

Zenru Shasana put his hands together and said apologetically, "But you all say that this is a resonance with the environment, a harmony between heaven and man."

"You have your own agendas, you've divided the country, and you're establishing new political entities."

Her voice lowered, filled with deep sorrow: "So many people will die. I heard it."

"That shouldn't be the case. I wish we could all sit down together, have a good chat, and maybe even drink tea and eat some sweet snacks?"

"You see, just like here, everyone shares a common vision, works towards it, and smiles."

Song Shi interrupted the girl.

It is not a word.

It was flames.

The fierce flames surged and roared, engulfing the sky in an instant and turning the entire world into a terrifying crimson.

"Sensory misalignment" is a highly skilled tactic of [consensus]. Even the first step can influence others to some extent. For example, it can cause someone to misjudge the target's location when using a firearm, leading to a huge error due to a slight mistake.

At the level of Zenratsa, psychics can even reduce a person's "subjective perception" from three dimensions to two dimensions, making the other person like a character in a 2D animation, unable to imagine, perceive, or understand the concept of three-dimensional space. Even if there is no physical harm, the person will still drown in reality as a result.

However, the psionic flames only spread, spread, and spread again! Burning until there was no end in sight, burning to the point of no return!

When a person throws a stone, they consider the probability of hitting the target.

But when an entire mountain comes crashing down, all that's left is to estimate the destructive force.

—The True Spirit is "annihilated".

Song Shi was determined to destroy the opponent's space carrier with a single blow!

(End of this chapter)