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Chapter 360. The Descent of Truth (1)

The red and yellow halos in the sky were still swirling and churning, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the golden hue was gradually seeping in and expanding, inch by inch devouring the remaining red, like the gradually brightening light of dawn.

When the Crown Prince fell to the ground, his men immediately turned red-eyed and charged towards the blind master with a roar.

Tantai Hui's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. With a simple gesture, the puppets that had been standing motionless like statues behind her surged forth like a tide, silently meeting the onrushing enemy.

"Bang bang—"

In an instant, the two forces collided violently, the sharp sound of weapons clashing, suppressed roars, and the grinding of puppet joints intertwined into a cacophony.

Meanwhile, far away in the direction of Haidu.

Jiang Jianxin raised his hand and waved it. The silver storm formed by the swirling swords emitted a deep rumble and slowly moved towards the sea. Finally, it hovered above the waves, like a lurking beast temporarily concealing its sharpness.

This inspiration came from Feng Shiman, who would release the typhoons he raised into the sea when they weren't in use, and Jiang Jianxin copied him.

Elder Jiang!

Jiang Jianxin sheathed his sword and took a few steps forward when he suddenly heard the sound of violently churning seawater behind him. Turning around, he saw a giant wave crashing up in the distance, with Yin Ju standing atop its crest.

The transparent waves propelled him forward at high speed until he reached this side, where he leaped and landed lightly and steadily in front of Jiang Jianxin.

"It's been a long time, Elder Yin."

Jiang Jianxin greeted him with a smile.

She paused briefly, her tone becoming slightly teasing:
“However, nowadays, we shouldn’t call him Elder Yin anymore…we should call him Chairman Yin.”

After a long time apart, Yin Ju was still dressed in a composed black executive jacket, holding that familiar thermos cup in his hand.

Although his facial features remained unchanged, the youthful naiveté that he once relied on his clothing to maintain was gone, replaced by a calm demeanor honed by life's experiences. His figure was also more slender and upright than in his youth, possessing the robust features of a young man.

Hearing Jiang Jianxin's words, he shook his head and smiled, his voice gentle:
"We're all old acquaintances, why bother with such formalities? Call me Sword Master whatever sounds natural to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently twisted the lid of the cup. A wisp of warm steam rose up, blurring his features for a moment.

Yin Ju took a sip of tea, then looked past the rising steam and onto the vast land behind Jiang Jianxin.

Looking out, the vast land was covered in a blanket of silver-white—not snow, but thick frost that had formed on everything after the sweep of the extremely cold sword energy.

The original landscape was plowed open by countless new sword marks and covered by frost and snow, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of melancholy:

"I knew it was you who made the move when I saw the sword dragon circling in the sky. I rushed over on the waves, but I didn't expect the Sword Master to be so efficient and wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Jiang Jianxin opened his mouth as if to say something, when suddenly circles of golden light spread out in the distance.

She suddenly looked up and saw that layers of golden halos were spreading out around each towering, dark signal tower.

These halos intertwined and overlapped, eventually converging in the sky to form a heavy, shimmering golden sea of ​​light, like a viscous, surging liquid hanging above the city.

As the invisible wave swept in, Jiang Jianxin's intuition clearly surfaced in his mind:

[There was some psychological interference, so I blocked it for you.]

The moment the words appeared, she saw the golden ripples surging towards her. Yin Ju beside her suddenly covered his forehead, swaying uncontrollably and almost losing his balance.

【How is this going? 】

Jiang Jianxin asked for the answer to the truth.

[These two demons have started fighting through the ties established by diplomats. This is the Hundred-Eyed Demon's method of gathering power; it is frantically absorbing spiritual energy through the signal tower.]

Intuition explains:
[The primary targets of absorption are the Light faction, but the brain regions of the Chaos and War factions will also be affected.] Jiang Jianxin gasped, quickly looked around, grabbed Yin Ju's arm, and half-helped, half-dragged him into the convenience store by the roadside.

The store was in a mess; all the metal items—tin cans, shelves, refrigerators—had vanished, leaving only an empty storefront and dust.

Jiang Jianxin pulled him to a chair, intending to ask if Yin Ju had brought any subordinates with him, but seeing his furrowed brows and pale face, clearly enduring great pain, he swallowed the question and instead instructed him:

"You stay here for now, I'll go outside and think of something."

After saying that, she picked up her longsword, turned around, and stepped out of the convenience store. Looking up, all she could see was flowing golden light; the distant sky had been swallowed up by the ever-expanding gold, and the original struggling crimson had almost faded away.

Jiang Jianxin frowned, asking himself:
What would happen if the Hundred-Eyed Demon descended?

Nothing will happen.

The truth objectively answers:

The social system will not change, and the gods of the pantheon of light will remain benevolent.

It paused briefly and added:
However, human babies born after that will likely have dozens more eyes on their faces.

Jiang Jianxin gasped sharply.

The answer to truth has no physical form, and it is obviously impossible for humans to comprehend what a terrifying sight it would be to have "dozens of eyes on one's face".

Without another word, she leaped into the air once more. As her robes fluttered, Jiang Jianxin channeled her spiritual energy, pointing it directly at several distant, dark signal towers, and shouted:
"go with!"

"boom--------"

The swords clashed like a tidal wave, and hundreds of flying swords responded, pouring out like a galaxy, crashing fiercely into the tower.

Outside the tower, the air suddenly distorted, revealing a faintly visible ripple-like barrier, like a giant, transparent egg, stubbornly resisting the impact of the sword flow.

"Clap clap-"

The sword light collided with the barrier, unleashing a blinding light and continuous energy ripples that illuminated the surrounding night sky with flickering light.

Jiang Jianxin's eyes sharpened, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a cold light. He moved with the sword, delivering a combined attack.

"boom--!"

The sword light and the torrent of flying swords merged into one, finally tearing through the barrier.

Without the protection of the barrier, the pitch-black iron tower emitted a teeth-grinding groan under the direct impact of the vast sword energy.

"boom……"

The massive tower began to tilt from the upper middle section, its steel frame breaking and disintegrating like fragile bamboo and wood, slowly collapsing downwards with a series of sparks and debris, stirring up clouds of dust.

At the very moment the barrier shattered and the iron tower collapsed, an eerie silence suddenly descended.

"Ugh——"

From the depths of the entire sky came a low, continuous hum that seemed to penetrate the soul.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure that made the air seem thick and viscous.

As the sound rang out, a bright moon rose in the west, its light gradually turning crimson.

In my mind, the voice of the answer, the truth, gently resounded:
"The truth has come."