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Chapter 128. Peace
"If she sent you to find me... I would always agree."

Jiang Jianxin said helplessly.

The super artificial intelligence on the screen smiled, its white hair on its head sticking up slightly. It tilted its head and said:

"That's great."

"Let me first tell you about the basic information of the person you are looking for."

Jiang Jianxin nodded, listening attentively to A Yu's description:
"This person's ability is the only one in the Dreamer sequence whose talent has mutated more than 10,000 times. His strength is so great that he can suppress all violent disputes and annihilate all hand-to-hand combat."

"It often emerges only in chaotic times when blood flows like rivers and corpses lie everywhere, carrying the power to overturn the course of the war."

Jiang Jianxin hadn't expected that the prefix of this person's talent ability from the Dream Pavilion was quite long.

From the description of the super artificial intelligence, it is not hard to see that this ability should be another weapon of mass destruction, and its emergence will bring widespread suffering.

"Is it the Sword Sect or the Sword Ancestor?"

Jiang Jianxin asked lazily:

"Or perhaps she has a most powerful trump card?"

Having been in the world of superpowers for a short time, she hadn't seen many human weapons of destruction here. However, when she was a child in the cultivation world, as a sword master, she had seen quite a few.

I don't remember which year it was in the dead of winter, but she had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and was going down the mountain to train when she happened to encounter a war between two countries, and the Imperial Sword Sect and the Hundred Flowers Palace, which were protecting them, were also at war.

It was the dead of winter, and the north wind whipped up piles of snow, causing the spruce forest on the mountaintop to tremble amidst the sounds of swords and zithers.

The elder of the Blade Sect lowered his eyes and stared at the heavy black iron blade in his palm. The moment the snow on the blade's spine slid off, the rocks burst open like thunder, half a cliff was cut into a smooth surface, and a mud wave carrying a century-old pine tree crashed into the valley.

The elder of Baihua Palace, with her flowing sleeves, spun her seven strings on the Jiaowei Guqin, creating a breathtaking spectacle. Her slender fingers plucked the strings, and the sound pierced through the snow with a resounding melody, the sound waves shattering the collapsing rocks into dust.

At the foot of the mountain, refugees huddled among the ruins of a dilapidated temple. The temple ruins trembled like withered leaves in the storm of spiritual energy. The cries of the child in the arms of an eighty-year-old man were drowned out by the roar of heaven and earth. The lingering sound of a zither pierced the air and nailed the grandfather and grandson to the mottled statue of Guanyin.

Jiang Jianxin was standing at the entrance of the dilapidated temple at that time, watching Guanyin's fingers, which were holding up a flower, catch the child's half-ear that had rolled off.

The young Sword Master Jiang Jianxin stood against the fierce wind, his black hair and white robe fluttering like a flag.

She watched as the vast landscape twisted and deformed under the pressure of the two Tribulation Transcending Stage cultivators, the pale snowfields stained crimson with blood, and high above, the elders of the two sects fought to the point of madness, their swords flashing and music playing, tearing the sky with illusory cracks like mirages.

Above the dome, sword energy crisscrossed like dragons and snakes dancing wildly, while in the mortal world, only shattered jade fragments and scattered stones remained, covering corpses.

Jiang Jianxin's boots stepped over the frozen corpse, and the sound of bones cracking echoed beneath his feet.

In the wilderness, corpses lay scattered like stubble after the autumn harvest, stretching haphazardly to the horizon. Severed limbs, bits of flesh, and internal organs were frozen in the blood and mud, like slaughterhouse waste carelessly discarded.

The cold wind, carrying a stench, swept past the empty eye sockets and ruffled their tattered clothes, as if the dead were trembling silently.

In the distance, a child knelt amidst a pile of corpses, his cries hoarse and intermittent, like a young animal being choked. He clutched a frozen arm in his arms, his fingers still tightly gripping a piece of blackened dry rations.

Jiang Jianxin stood there, watching the snow fall, and dressed the corpse in a burial garment.

Perhaps because the events of that year left such a deep impression on her, she rarely participated in sect wars after becoming a Sword Master.

However, even when the cave was in seclusion, one could still often hear of disputes arising between sects and factions, and of people from cities being drowned in rivers of blood.

The emergence of human-shaped weapons of mass destruction is often accompanied by bloodshed, and Jiang Jianxin can now calmly observe each humanoid sword being drawn.

"Hmm... the master we're looking for doesn't have any killer moves."

The super artificial intelligence gave an unexpected answer.

"Huh? No killer move?" This time it was Jiang Jianxin's turn to be surprised:

"Without a killer move that can emerge from the mountains amidst rivers of blood and fields of corpses, how can it possibly turn the tide of battle?"

Ayu nodded.

"Could it be like the Light Giant, capable of mental attacks that can directly crush and annihilate the entire army through their minds, ending the battle?"

Jiang Jianxin speculated.

"No, she's our 'ultimate fantasy,' how could we use such a brutal method?"

"This is what the super artificial intelligence said."

"Does that mean the Gatling gun is back in the world, and it will just unleash a barrage of fire to end the battlefield?"

"I already said I don't have a killer move."

Jiang Jianxin couldn't think of any other way to turn the tide of the battle faster. She waved her hand in confusion and said:
"Just tell me directly, I can't guess—let me see what kind of humanoid weapon it is."

When A met Jiang Jianxin, she lost interest in guessing and obediently said directly:

"This lord's innate ability can be summed up in two words: Peace."

"..."

Jiang Jianxin covered his mouth, looking bewildered:
Is this the peace I imagined?

The white-haired boy said gently:
"Yes, it's the 'peace' in 'peaceful times and bountiful years,' and the 'peace' in 'peace throughout the world.'"

Seeing Jiang Jianxin's expression gradually turn to astonishment, Ayu knew she understood and added:
"Her ability can turn all cold weapon battles and hot wars into peace doves."

"When doves of peace fill the world, there will be peace everywhere."

Jiang Jianxin had never heard of such an ability. A Yu had told her before that this ability always appeared when corpses littered the ground. She subconsciously thought of stopping killing with killing, but never thought of stopping and eliminating it from the root.

It's not her fault for not guessing correctly. Apart from the few years she spent as a college student and experienced a peaceful world, the rest of her Sword Master cycle was filled with bloodshed and violence. She had never seen peace before.

Even when she was a college student, the world wasn't absolutely peaceful. There were still places being bombed with firearms, and the battlefields were no better than the cultivation world.

Perhaps peace was too distant, as distant as an unattainable dream, which is why Jiang Jianxin subconsciously ignored it.

"No wonder it's called 'Final Fantasy,' this ability... is really idealistic."

she murmured.

"Yes, because the power of [Peace] is too important, so we must find her."

Ayu said.

"The current post-apocalyptic society is actually unstable. You may not know that a rift in the Land of Gods has opened up in the south. Many low-level talents have been corrupted by the extraterrestrial forces of the Land of Gods. Some ordinary people have even gone so far as to actively bathe in the power emanating from the rift in order to change their fate."

Jiang Jianxin truly didn't know this, and she pressed for an answer:

"What? When did this start?"

"I don't know the exact time, because it's located in the south, where there are mental hospitals. Few people cross the border to explore the southern region. This news came from the television station."

Ayu said slowly:

"Therefore, it is very important to find Lord Peace before the real riots break out."