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Chapter 366. The Female Lead's Deservedness Increases

"Hang Chih Chih..."

The chilling chewing sounds echoed in the air. The two sides fought for an unknown amount of time, but in the end, the black thread ball could not defeat the emotional truth.

At this moment, the giant mouth of the silhouette queen, formed by shadows, was completely stuffed with that once arrogant black line.

Every slight movement of the black thread caused the silhouette queen's throat to rise and fall slightly, producing a sickening swallowing sound.

A massive, jet-black axe was driven deep into the black line, like a nail of fate, pinning the struggling energy firmly in place, unable to escape.

The black threads spilling from the silhouette queen's mouth were still making their final, death throes, twisting and tumbling, trying to reassemble into their former power.

However, all this is in vain.

The almost relentless erosion of emotional truth continues, each bite taking away a part of the black ball of yarn's essence, bringing it one step closer to complete annihilation.

Jiang Jianxin stood in mid-air, his feet on his long sword, hovering high above the ground, witnessing the entire battle. His heart was filled with unprecedented shock.

While she was pondering the "truth" of emotional truth, something occurred to her. She squinted at the distant pillar of light, which reached up to the sky and down to the earth, connecting the sky screen with the ground here.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

"Om——"

A long, drawn-out sword cry suddenly rang out. Jiang Jianxin flicked his wrist, and white sword energy swept towards the distant ruined building with overwhelming force.

"Rumble--"

The abandoned building collapsed instantly under the impact of the sword energy, like a paper toy. The reinforced concrete turned into dust under the cutting power of the sword energy, and the flying dust obscured half of the sky.

"Wow--"

The remaining sword energy expanded outwards, shattering the blood altar. In an instant, the thick blood that had been accumulating in the altar for a long time gushed out like a flood, mixed with unrecognizable pieces of flesh and organs.

The crimson liquid poured down, staining the entire floor of the mental hospital a shocking red.

As the abandoned building collapsed with a deafening roar, the energy that had been supporting the pillar of light in the sky also crumbled.

The screen, glowing with an eerie light, began to slowly move away. At the same time, thick clouds gathered from all directions, layer upon layer obscuring the sky.

The sky gradually returned to its original state, as if everything that had just happened was just a brief but terrifying dream.

You need to cleave the sky again.

Jiang Jian watched the sky screen disappear into the clouds, but then a sentence popped into his mind.

It's obvious that the answer, the truth, has brought back the previous contact information.

Some gods have anchored themselves in truth, connecting here through the truth that has just descended.

The answer, according to truth, is:

[According to the Basic Law, this is a violation of regulations, so as the High Priest of the God of Death and Silence... you must punish him, otherwise...]

Otherwise, the extraterrestrial gods would know that you are now severely out of place and have forgotten your previous strength.

As a god above truth, the God of Death and Silence is the maintainer of order. The reason why basic world rules such as "ignorance is no excuse" can function properly and be obeyed by all gods is because if the rules are violated, the Death Order will target and kill them, thus enriching its own divine throne.

It should be noted that, as the god who manages death, the successive gods of death have never minded killing gods, and have even always sought opportunities to kill some gods to nourish themselves.

If such a sheriff is absent, it could very well cause unrest outside the region, leading to a large-scale descent of the gods.

Jiang Jianxin read this sentence but did not raise any objections.

Before the truth could even finish its stammering explanation, she picked up her sickle and swung it towards the distance on the screen, sending a golden line that gradually advanced.

"Om————"

The golden thread traveled through the void, seemingly hitting nothing. However, as the last glimmer of golden light disappeared at the edge of the sky, a barely audible tearing sound suddenly rang out.

At first, only a few silver flakes drifted down from somewhere on the dome, but then countless tiny specks of light poured down from the clouds.

In an instant, a torrential snowfall began.

Jiang Jianxin reached out and caught some snowflakes, discovering they weren't the usual hexagonal shapes, but rather broken, thin threads, resembling fragments of a torn spiderweb. She frowned slightly and said:
Are all these connections I severed?

The truth answered:
Yes, the outer realms are vast, far larger than this world, and the number of gods is countless. Even including the gods who, according to "Truth," wish to invade this place, there are millions more.

[You've cut all the threads, so naturally it's going to snow.]

Jiang Jianxin twirled the thin thread without saying a word.

Millions of gods outside the realm were watching this sweet little cake, realizing that the situation in her world was far worse than she had imagined.

[Speaking of which, you do know about your fourth timeline...]

Intuition hesitated before asking.

It was just about to make up an excuse, but Jiang Jianxin's decisiveness was completely unexpected.

As the most intelligent branch of truth, it keenly perceived something.

I couldn't believe it before, but now that I think about it, it's quite obvious.

Jiang Jianxin said bluntly.

The first time I saw her afterimage in the underwater contaminated area, even if she did nothing but stand calmly with an umbrella, the background would automatically change to a hellish atmosphere, and her imposing presence and chilling aura would become even more obvious.

Compared to her brother, who was a true priest, she didn't have this feeling.

He possessed only a kind of gloom, completely lacking that aloof, intimidating indifference and chilling aura.

Can a real boss and a worker have the same aura?

As for why I couldn't believe it before...

Jiang Jian thought for a moment.

Before she awakened her swordsmanship, her sword strikes were bound by energy. Although she recalled her memories based on the diary entries, some details remained vague.

However, with the true awakening of swordsmanship, everything changed dramatically.

In an instant, the long-dormant meridians within her body, like a dried-up riverbed receiving spring rain, surged with spiritual energy, and every drop of blood seemed to be ignited, radiating unprecedented vitality.

The long-lost feeling of standing atop a high mountain, overlooking all living beings, returned to her. The exhilarating feeling of being invincible surged into her heart like a tide, making her almost want to roar to the sky.

At the same time, those overlooked little details resurfaced—she remembered all the hard work she had put in to achieve what she had today.

She recited books in the cold wind, practiced swordsmanship in the snow, and even spent three whole years cultivating in a cold and damp cave, facing a lifeless gray wall.

Day after day, year after year, only the ever-deepening sword marks on the wall bear witness to the passage of time.

All the painful memories returned to my mind; the pain and struggles that I thought I had forgotten were now so clear.

Surprisingly, these memories did not weigh heavily on her; instead, they helped to diminish Jiang Jianxin's unrealistic feeling that she possessed great strength.

She realized that this powerful strength did not come from nowhere, but was earned through countless days and nights of perseverance and hard work.

A strange sense of peace and tranquility welled up inside me, like a ship that had been adrift for many years finally finding its harbor.

Even now, she stands high in the sky, with a churning sea of ​​clouds below and a magnificent, endless landscape before her. A gentle breeze caresses her face, carrying the fragrance of distant flowers and grasses.

She suddenly realized that she was not a lucky person favored by fate, but a tenacious person who had worked hard step by step to get to where she is today.

Jiang Jianxin closed his eyes slightly, feeling the flow of spiritual energy within his body, and a confident and calm smile appeared on his lips.

At that moment, she truly felt that she was such an outstanding person.

She deserves all the honors.

Some people say that the female lead in the previous chapters wasn't a true female lead... Well, you're absolutely right. From this chapter onwards, the female lead truly becomes a female lead.

Hey, stop criticizing me. The female lead I wrote isn't the best, but she will grow and mature over time.

I know everyone admires the charm of a mature, decisive female lead, and I also admire strong people. But if she's still young, still at the stage where she's kind to you and shares her sorrows with you, then giving her a warm hug is also a unique kind of encounter.