From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 454 The Battle of Destiny: Chang'an Supernatural Writing Association
"I'm starting to have doubts about the reality of this world."

After dropping Lana off at home, Whitney drove along the country roads of Smallville, the Force swirling and pulsating around him as he felt the life force being drained from him.

Luck!

He was quite surprised to be able to sense such an intense power of destiny in such a world and such a place.

Although every world possesses its own destiny, the forms in which it manifests differ. However, the destiny that Smallwell possesses now feels exactly the same to him as the imperial palace of the Great Qing Kingdom, and that destiny is even stronger than it was after the Great Qing Kingdom unified the world.

What is this going to do?
Is this a move to make Smallwell rule the world?

But this intense power of destiny is now being massively extracted by some force, and the source of this power is extremely mysterious. Even when he uses his Force to investigate, he cannot find its origin.

What the hell is this?

A power that doesn't belong to this world?

Moreover, this method of extracting fortune was somewhat familiar to him, activating certain memories from his Journey to the West world.

"Everything is ready, and everything has been arranged. Are you sure you want to do this?"

When he returned home, Karakhai was already waiting for him, and a rare look of seriousness flashed across his face.

In this world, possessing the Kryptonian bloodline of the El family, she could do almost anything. However, what she had to do today was beyond her expectations. If it weren't for Kevin and Whitney's insistence, she probably would have turned around and left.

"What, are you scared?"

Whitney smiled.

"Nonsense, do you think an ordinary person could do something like this? Even the Force can't sense its source, so it's clearly a power that doesn't belong to this universe. And the methods are so familiar. Tell me, shouldn't I be afraid? Shouldn't we be afraid?"

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Whitney said, looking at Karaka. “It seems that the Wedge really can’t completely eliminate the influence of the original body. Although you covered Karaka’s consciousness, you also absorbed some of her traits. The effect of the Wedge on the living and the dead is different!”

"Stop talking about this useless stuff."

"Alright, I know what you're worried about. It's such a familiar method, and it's precisely because it's so familiar that we don't need to be afraid. Think about it, if it really were those Great Luo Golden Immortals, would they use such a method? Would they just reach out and grab all the fortune here, if they wanted it..."

"Smolwell is just a small place, and its fortune is only slightly stronger than that of Daqing. Such fortune is very precious to us little reptiles, but it is not enough to truly important figures, or even to the former Jinghe Dragon King. And yet they are still secretly absorbing it. What does this mean? It means that they are just like us, at most just little reptiles. So, since we are all reptiles, why should we be afraid of them?"

Karakay paused for a moment, then said, "Alright, since you've put it that way, let's give it a try. Maybe this time, we can really find the bottom of this world."

As she spoke, she turned around and took out a bright green object from a metal box next to her.

A ruyi scepter about one meter long, green in color, made entirely of kryptonite.

“This Ruyi is crafted from the very core of the kryptonite that fell in Smolwell. It is the purest of all kryptonite. I think it should meet your needs.” “Kryptonite is the core of everything in Smolwell, and the center where fortune gathers,” Whitney said. “With this, it won’t be so easy for those guys to absorb the fortune here as recklessly as they do now.”

Karaka nodded and disappeared from Whitney's sight.

A second later, Karakhai appeared in an underground cave on the outskirts of Smallville. It was a natural cavern, and the cave walls were now covered with mysterious runes. The uneven ground had been polished smooth as a mirror by Karakhai himself. Runes formed array after array, eventually creating a circular array. Karakhai placed the kryptonite scepter in the center of the array.

As the Kryptonite Ruyi landed on the ground, the entire cave space trembled slightly. Then, all the runes on the ground, walls, and ceiling lit up, and the fine, thread-like light converged. The Kryptonite Ruyi trembled violently and emitted a clear, resonant sound like a bell.

In a dimension invisible to the naked eye, the turbulent torrent of fortune seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, and calmed down.

beep beep...

Almost simultaneously, across the ocean in the Eastern Kingdom, in the suburbs of Chang'an...
A dilapidated courtyard.

A rusty iron gate, an old-fashioned office building, and a sign with white background and black lettering hanging outside.

Chang'an Supernatural Writing Association
The office building isn't exactly old-fashioned; it's a tenement building made of blue bricks, constructed with aid from our elder brother more than sixty years ago.

The people who usually come and go in this courtyard are mostly middle-aged and elderly people, some bald, some partially bald...

At that moment, in an office deep inside this quaint office building, an old-fashioned alarm mounted on the wall sounded a piercing alarm, and the red light flickered, startling the man who was taking a nap on a wire bed.

The man, who was in his forties, had a receding hairline and wore thick glasses that looked like the bottom of a wine bottle. After being awakened by the alarm, he sat up from the wire bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced at the alarm, then stood up and slowly moved to the white, peeling paint on the desk. He looked at the large, bulky monitor screen and frowned.

"Smolwell? Isn't Superman still a child? What's with the alarm? Let me see..."

Ten seconds later, his brows furrowed even more, and he suddenly looked up and called out, "Xiao Zhang, bring me the latest intelligence from Lighthouse Smallwell."

After a while, a slightly younger man knocked on the door and came in, carrying a stack of documents. "Director Chu, this is the latest intelligence from Smallwell. There is an anomaly."

“Anomaly, let me see…” Director Chu took the documents, flipped through a couple of pages, and saw a few lines of text marked in red.

“Whitney, Apple, Umbrella Corporation?” He narrowed his eyes. “Which shameless thing watched the Myriad Manifestations Cataclysm and then came down to play? No, no…”

"Storage Department, is there a problem with the gas collector? Should we send someone to handle it?" Xiao Zhang asked, glancing at the still-flashing alarm.

"Handle what? Just report it directly, report the facts." The middle-aged man walked to the table, slammed his hand on the button on the table, the alarm light went out, and the sound stopped. "We are only responsible for uploading and distributing orders. How it is handled is none of our business. Maybe the higher-ups have already started making deals, we just don't know it. So, don't do anything unnecessary, understand? If you want to make a contribution, you can apply to go to another department. Okay, get out, I want to sleep a little longer."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhang nodded and left the office.

"This is so restless!" The middle-aged man brushed the hair on the left side of his head to the middle of his receding hairline, looked in the mirror, and after a while, he sat down on the wire bed with satisfaction and fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)