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Chapter 356. Jiang Jianxin, the Savior of the Cultivation World
"Hmm... Has the schemer died?"

In the villa in Haidu, Jiang Jianxin was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone when he happened to see the obituary for Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

She paused briefly to look at it, then swiped away.

The death of the conspirator shocked the strategist circle, and his will benefited the geography community. It had nothing to do with her, the war tycoon.

That one-second pause was perhaps simply because of that familiar face in the black and white photograph.

She remembered meeting him once and having been wary of him. A man who once wielded immense power at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals was suddenly declared dead; even she couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in her heart.

These have been truly turbulent times lately.

Jiang Jianxin sighed involuntarily.

Okay, let's not make trouble anymore.

Intuitively, he struck up a conversation:
I just sensed the mechanic getting close.

He analyzed it with Jiang Jianxin:

[The extraterrestrial gods will not land directly, because their bodies are too enormous for the world to contain.]

[And now, at this distance, it can directly interfere with the world.]

Jiang Jianxin stood up from the sofa in surprise and hesitated:
"Then I should first..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rustling sound of metal scraping came from behind him.

She suddenly fell silent, her muscles tensing instantly.

Intuition added to her:
First, eliminate the mutated household robots in your house.

……

At this time, Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals is located in an abandoned building.

The blind master stood respectfully with the puppet in place, in front of her was the platform where the Crown Prince was located. From her angle, she could just see the Crown Prince's dark head sitting in the vase.

Before Luntai, a vast crimson altar stands prominently.

The jar was made of some kind of black metal, and it was now filled with thick blood, constantly bubbling and churning.

"Gululu..."

The sound was initially very faint, like the last wisp of thick phlegm rolling in the throat of a dying person, so faint that it was almost drowned out by the wind.

But then it became dense and loud.

The blood was boiling and swelling, as if a giant heart was beating deep within it.

"Dong...dongdong...dong..."

With each pulsation, an even denser red mist rose from the surface of the blood, drifting towards the top floor of the abandoned building as if it possessed a consciousness.

The crimson mist swirled and seeped into the window, causing the pillar of blood-red light that shot up from the rooftop to suddenly expand, becoming even thicker and more ferocious.

The enhanced beam of light pierced the sky, completely saturating the originally gray clouds.

The sky was no longer a backdrop; it transformed into a vast, moist scab of blood, casting a light that bathed the entire ruins in a suffocating, ominous crimson hue.

Beneath this sky, which seemed to be frozen with blood, a new voice, with a completely different texture, joined the silence.

“Buzz————————”

A continuous, low rumble came from afar.

The sound was heavy and rhythmic, carrying a ruthless mechanical quality, much like the roar of some unimaginably massive structure continuously moving, deforming, and operating.

—He is a mechanic.

The prince's eyes grew eager, and he kept wriggling inside the vase while shouting:

"Great Lord who dwells atop the gears, we submit to your rhythm! May our world ultimately merge into your perfectly functioning grand mechanism!"

"May your kingdom descend!" *Buzz—*

The Crown Prince's voice mingled with that inhuman roar, like an instruction to initiate the ultimate program.

Centered on the top floor of the abandoned building, a visible red, transparent wave suddenly surged outwards, spreading like a tide across the entire world.

Where it spread, machinery truly came to life.

On Rose Traffic's highway, hundreds of speeding cars came to a sudden stop, their doors twisting and slamming down, crushing the passengers inside into a pool of blood.

Several kilometers away, the television station's industrial channel was paralyzed, and the indicator lights on the work robots in the news building turned blood red. The robotic arms grabbed chainsaws and ruthlessly walked towards their former masters.

The Dream Pavilion factory was in a similar predicament. The automated production line had gone out of control, dragging raw materials and workers who couldn't escape in time into the machine, where it was forging terrifying devices that combined flesh and metal together with a "thump-thump" sound.

Beside the abandoned building, the young master felt the dramatic changes and roar of the city, a ecstatic and intoxicated smile on his face.

He was no longer a cripple trapped in a vase; he became a beacon, a key to a new era.

He shouted hoarsely and forcefully:

"Homage to...the Mechanic! An Era...Begins!"

"Om————"

That crimson wave continued its endless spread, staining the sky, the earth, and the sea with a cold, mechanical crimson. The resounding hum that echoed through the sky no longer came from afar; it became the heartbeat of the world itself.
"Boom...boom...boom..."

At the same moment the power of the mechanics began to spread, in the president's office of the Rose Group.

Jun Yunqi glanced out the window, then smiled coldly. He pulled a gleaming black card from inside his mink coat with two fingers, tossed it out the window without hesitation, and then called out:
"Supreme Lord of money and wealth, answer my call—grant your followers the power of a thousand gold pieces to defend against the enemy!"

"Om————"

The moment the words fell, the black card hovering in mid-air suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and a huge and brilliant money barrier instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire Rose Building.

At the same time, all routes of the Rose Transportation Network, which spans the entire country, also lit up with brilliant golden light, echoing each other and connecting with one another, instantly forming a giant road defense network covering half of the world.

That network was purely composed of wealth and power, with golden veins flowing with the brilliance of liquid gold, radiating a reassuring sense of stability and luxury.

Wherever the golden light reached, the power of wealth and authority automatically disintegrated the mechanical creations within its range. They melted and collapsed rapidly, like wax figures thrown into a raging fire.

However, more and more mechanical awakened beings are emerging from the darkest and most remote corners of the world.

They were like a tide of steel, sweeping over mountain ridges and filling valleys, carrying a pure will to destroy, frantically crashing against the golden dome, invading cities, and slaughtering people, wantonly splashing destruction and chaos onto every corner of the world.

In the Haidu Villa.

The last mutated robot's head was severed by a sword, and its heavy metal body crashed to the ground with a loud clang.

Jiang Jianxin flicked the yellow and black engine oil off the blade and carried the sword to the top floor of the villa.

"call----"

A biting sea breeze suddenly swept over her, making her clothes flutter and her long hair dance wildly in the wind.

As far as the eye can see, an endless tide of machinery, like a thick, cold black tide, is slowly devouring the earth.

The silhouette of the distant city flickered in and out of focus amidst the smoke and the flashes of explosions, and the oppressive feeling of death spread with the wind.

An intuitive voice echoed in my mind like the wind:
Do you still remember how you swept across the eight wastelands with a single sword strike back then?

Jiang Jianxin stared at the dying world, his solemn expression revealing something long dormant slowly awakening.

She nodded gently, her fingertips brushing against the cool hilt of the sword before gripping it tightly in her hand.

The Tangguang Sword emitted a humming sound.

Intuition, tinged with a hint of reminiscence and boundless solemnity, said:

Ten years have passed... History is repeating itself. It's time for you to draw your sword once more, the great savior of the cultivation world—

[Jiang Jianxin, the Sword Master of Changguang.]

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