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Chapter 346. Truth Revealed, Moon Transformed into Crimson

Upon suddenly receiving this news, Jiang Jianxin was both surprised and somewhat expectant.

People who can spend their lives together must appreciate each other in terms of temperament and ability. Yin Cheng'ai and her ordinary husband, whose strengths are so different, still came together. They must be in harmony in terms of their thoughts.

One side dies for the people, the other for justice; isn't this a kind of shared fate in another sense?

Jiang Jianxin stopped relying on her intuition and instead focused on returning to the scene. She approached the crown and asked:

"Are we about to launch a full-scale attack on Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals?"

"Yes, but the time is not right now. We need to wait for a revolutionary opportunity."

Christine replied.

"The specific timing... Although there are no enlightened sages in the society, the prophets left us a book of prophecies in our early years... However, the book of prophecies is written in too abstract terms, and we really cannot understand the meaning of the prophecies. We plan to negotiate a reasonable timing based on the situation."

Jiang Jianxin stroked the armor for a moment, then asked carefully:

"So the Predictors were involved too?"

Christine corrected:
"It's more than just participation."

Her voice carried a certain solemnity:
"In fact, the success of the Fool Society was largely due to the wisdom of the visionaries. After all, the schemers at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals were aggressive, and the TV station's hundred-person strategist group was even more powerful."

"Most of us are mentally unstable, let alone able to fight against the light."

"It was the Sage's behind-the-scenes manipulation that allowed us to gather here and survive the bloodshed of ten years ago."

The crown bounced slightly, and Christine drew her attention to the ground beside her—

"There's a deluxe edition of the prophecy book over there; you can go take a look."

On the stage, Xie Yan was mobilizing the members, while Jiang Jianxin dragged the metal shell down with difficulty.

There was indeed a box under the shelf. When the lid was opened, a thick velvet cover was inside.

Jiang Jianxin secretly took off the iron gloves, opened the velvet cover, and found that inside was... a single page.

You have finally come to this. This is truly a world of bloodshed and carnage, surrounded by wolves and tigers, eager to devour my bones.

The piece of paper was short, and the words on it were direct. Jiang Jianxin's eyes widened because he discovered that it was actually the language of the cultivation world, and it was written in the cultivation style.

The omniscient sequence only sees the decay of the past and can ultimately fail to save the future. And most of those capable of saving the world have already perished at the hands of beasts.

[I sent you through countless hardships to arrive here, concealing the truth, for the truth can be glimpsed through the traces of number one. Only the ignorant are not guilty, and thus can avoid calamity.]

When you see this letter, the generation you have witnessed will come to an end. The final verse should be etched into your very heart: Truth shines forth, the moon turns crimson…

The last sentence was scribbled over with black ink, making it impossible to read.

Jiang Jianxin clumsily climbed back onto the shelf with the paper and asked Christine:
What's the deal with that last sentence?

The crown shook:
"It is said that the original text left by the prophet was complete, but for some reason, when we got it, the last sentence had been maliciously scribbled on like this."

She thought for a while and added:
"It might not be malicious. I saw on the forum that some extremely wise people write words that are beyond our comprehension, and these words are blocked by the truth. It can be considered a kind of protection that the truth provides to everyone."

"It might be blocked, and there's nothing we can do about it."

As if resonating with something, my intuition started screaming in my head:
Yes, that's exactly it. That's why I use the most flowery language when reminding others, and then they say I like reciting hymns.

[Who doesn't like to speak their mind directly? If I didn't sing hymns, I'd become a [illegible], and my fate would be similar to this piece of paper.]

Why don't you sing hymns to me?

Jiang Jianxin mentally asked itself this long-standing question.

Because truth doesn't have the authority to block you as you are now, it has given me the right to freedom of speech.

Intuition replied crisply and decisively.

As Jiang Jianxin lightly stroked the paper with his fingertips, the instant his gaze swept over the ink marks on it, it felt as if a subtle electric current surged through the depths of his skull, bringing a tingling shiver.

At the same time, Xie Yan's voice came clearly from the stage: "...Regarding this operation, in addition to the deployment I just mentioned, we also need to finalize a specific date. I have proposed several time points, please discuss them together and select the final date for the operation."

Jiang Jianxin looked up at the few pieces of paper she was showing him.

Almost without thinking, while everyone was still immersed in silent deliberation, she blurted out:

"Neither is appropriate."

The Sword Master's cool voice echoed in the silence, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Xie Yan was clearly taken aback, and then asked:

"When does Elder Jiang think would be the most appropriate time?"

"On the night truth descends, when the red moon rises."

Jiang Jianxin spoke calmly, as if stating an answer that had already been predetermined.

"why?"

Christine, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but ask further.

"Because 'Red Moon Night, April Fool's Day'."

Jiang Jianxin said:
"A revolution that occurs when the red moon rises is a fool's carnival."

……

On the other side, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals.

Lin Xin'an lay on his back on the cold mobile bed, his limbs firmly secured with leather straps.

Accompanied by the monotonous "gurgling" sound of the wheels under the bed, he was slowly pushed into the room on the top floor of the abandoned building, which emitted an ominous, eerie green light.

The enormous, grotesque tumor hung from the ceiling as always.

The straw that had once been filled with countless nutrients now swayed empty and hollow, having nothing to connect it to.

Medical staff stepped forward and placed the electrodes of the electrocardiogram monitor on his chest.

When Lin Xin'an felt the icy touch on his chest, he first curled his fingers.

Before entering the top floor, his body will be examined, and if any unusual items are found, a vibration will occur.

To evade inspection, the diplomat sewed the divination cards given to him directly into his chest cavity, so that the vibrations of his heart would confuse the test results.

"Drip..."

The electrocardiogram monitor jumped once and started up smoothly. No one noticed that there was something extra in his chest cavity.

The diplomat looked up at the long, drooping pipe.

He was only lucid for a short time, but the power of omniscience, if possessed for even a moment, would make his life complete.

As the straw, as if alive, covered his cheek, the last glimmer of light went out before his eyes—

A sense of perception beyond sight suddenly opened up.

He saw it.

Not a recollection, but a gaze with an omniscient eye upon the interwoven tapestry of past and future:

Many years ago, on a snowy night, as the New Year's bells echoed through the streets, a baby was lifted from a cold tin trash can by a girl.

Behind that scene of falling snow, an even larger shadow is slowly emerging from the cracks in the world's rules.

That is a truth that transcends the scale of cognition and cannot be described in words.

It is approaching this place silently and irresistibly.

The story of Volume One is reaching its final climax.