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Chapter 365. The Truth of Emotions Takes the Stage
—Why is it an emotional truth?

As Jiang Jianxin unleashed his sword energy at the black line once more, he kept pondering this question.

Unlike at the beginning of the apocalypse when she had a narrow perspective and needed the guidance and analysis of the wise advisors to guess the answers, she now has the ability to think independently.

In her view, the temperament of emotional truth is not a good choice to become truth.

The truth that is currently in power is a savage aggressor, and the emotional truth that the prophetic family is supporting is also clearly a truth with extremely strong aggressive capabilities.

She couldn't possibly be unaware that choosing this truth to rise to power still carried the risk of aggression.

But why does she still support emotional truths?
Jiang Jianxin pondered a very important question, which was—

How far into the future can the precognizer see?

If the future she sees is short-term, then emotional truth is probably not a good choice. But if the future she sees spans several eras, then her choice of emotional truth is likely to be part of some kind of transition, or even a necessary step.

To understand this issue, one must first understand which era one belongs to in the eyes of the prophets.

Jiang Jianxin knew that contemporary strategists called the present a dark age.

But what comes next in the Dark Ages?
Is it an age of light? Or an even deeper age of eternal night?

This question remained unanswered, not only because she lacked a bright mind, but also because the limitations of history prevented her from finding a solution.

Jiang Jianxin wanted to look at the future that the prophet was pushing forward and understand all her perplexing actions, but he was blocked by the rigid framework of the times.

All she could do was follow the advice and help the prophet truly push the heavy wheels of history forward.

Sword Master took a deep breath, made a hand seal to sheathe the Tangguang Sword, and then took out a black broom.

With no one around and the world dark, she ripped off the straw tied to the black stick, revealing its damaged sickle head.

Jiang Jianxin picked up the sickle and, using his newly awakened understanding of swordsmanship, modified his sword technique on the spot before unleashing a strike.

"Om————"

This time, the golden light was no longer the loose, wavy light of before, but condensed into a dazzling golden line, slashing towards the densest part of the black line like a molten sword blade.

The writhing black shadows suddenly trembled violently, bursting into vortexes like scalded snakes, and frantically fleeing in all directions.

The golden line advanced at a snail's pace, while the black line dodged with lightning speed. Jiang Jianxin found it difficult to hit, but that wasn't her goal.

She was thinking about how the precocious would want to promote emotional truths.

Previously, Emotional Truth resided within the Tarot cards, but later, due to the widespread use of its power by the confused Truth, Emotional Truth reversed course and left the Tarot cards.

Jiang Jianxin had kept the empty tarot card in her pocket the whole time. Just now, while she was moving back and forth in the air, she noticed that the card in her pocket was getting hot, and the heat was changing.

—It seems that the closer she gets to the distant pillar of light, the hotter the cards become.

This phenomenon was so pointed that it hardly required any guesswork. Jiang Jianxin's heart raced slightly. The truth of emotions… could it be within that pillar of light?

If it truly is there, then there is only one way for her to arrange for emotional truth to come into contact with "truth"—

Put that out-of-control truth that bursts out of the screen back in.

"Om——"

Amidst the shrieking sound, the golden threads coiled and rose as if alive. The balls of yarn formed from truth fled in panic, only to be relentlessly pursued by the endless stream of golden threads, forced to spiral upwards in circles. In the distance, Christine, Xie Yan, and Lin Shen saw several golden streaks of light suddenly appear across the sky at the horizon.

Those streaks of light slanted upwards, piercing upwards in circles. Truth seemed unwilling to touch them, but simply surged upwards.

"This...what is this?"

Lin Shen's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

"It's the power of the Rainbow Witch."

Xie Yan stood on the asphalt road, the strong wind blowing her clothes high above, and she slowly explained.

"What... what is this witch trying to do? It looks like she's pushing black lines into the sky?"

Lin Shen raised a question.

"Looks like it is."

Xie Yan thought for a moment, then waved her hand, and several dark paths rushed up, pressing the truth into the air like golden threads.

Lin Shen didn't understand, but he also stretched out his hand and shot out streaks of blue lightning, pressing down on the black line.

"Om——"

As the last golden line was unleashed, the densest mass of black lines was already extremely close to the screen, with some even extending into the screen itself.

Jiang Jianxin held her breath. She saw that at the moment the black line touched the sky, some eerie white light suddenly appeared on the screen.

A silhouette of a queen in a large skirt gracefully walked over from where the pillars of light met, the skirt swaying gently in the non-existent wind.

The silhouette appearing in the dim white light was somewhat eerie, especially since Jiang Jianxin saw that it was dragging a huge axe in one hand, with dried bloodstains faintly visible on the blade, and holding a head in the other hand.

The severed head is wearing a crown, and the silhouette resembles the king from the King card.

Jiang Jianxin instinctively covered her mouth. She saw the silhouette queen come to the side of "Truth," and with a flick of her slender fingers, casually toss the severed head in her hand aside.

The head traced an arc in the air before disappearing into the darkness.

Then, it stretched out its pale hand and grabbed the black thread of truth that stretched into the screen. The thread twisted and turned as if it were alive, trying to break free.

The queen suddenly grinned, revealing that her once beautiful face was now covered with sharp, serrated teeth like a shark's.

It let out a low laugh, then gave a sharp tug.

"Wow--"

Large swaths of black lines were pulled in, producing a chilling scraping sound, as if countless tiny claws were scratching.

The black lines and the silhouette queen were locked in a fierce struggle. The black lines coiled around the queen's body like venomous snakes, trying to drag her into the darkness, while the queen wielded her giant axe, each swing accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

Where the axe blade passed, the black lines were like spider webs severed by a sharp blade, but those severed black lines quickly reassembled, like living black tentacles, attacking again from all directions.

The sounds of metal colliding with dark matter were incessant, occasionally interspersed with eerie hissing sounds.

This was a fierce battle that took place outside the region, and for a moment the screens around the world were filled with black lines dancing wildly.