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Chapter 477. To Reveal
Beneath the black hood, Jiang Jianxin calmly looked at the three cards on the table.

Green is in favor.

The red line represents opposition.

Gray abstention.

The family didn't tell her which one to choose.

To break free from her chess style, Jiang Jianxin must learn to think independently.

The current situation is that she knows this Bottle God is just a scapegoat for the mastermind, but she doesn't have concrete evidence.

The clues provided by Andorra so far only indicate that a deity has violated the rules, but there is not enough evidence to confirm which deity is involved.

The other party is hiding it very well, making it impossible to directly expose the conspiracy through this step.

Jiang Jianxin recalled that during previous games, when facing opponents who were not qualified, the strategist would quickly lay out and finish the game. For example, when playing against the schemer, she did not set up a complicated strategy.

However, against strong opponents, a long-term strategy and phased approach to strategizing are generally adopted.

The most prominent feature of phased chess is that, until the final stage, both sides have a way to survive at every move.

So now the situation is clear.

Jiang Jianxin's gaze slowly swept over the three ballots of different colors.

Finally, her fingers moved past the green card symbolizing "pass" and the red card representing "oppose," steadily lifting the neutral gray card in the center—

[Abstain]

Neither expressing support nor opposition, but simply abstaining from casting a decisive vote on the matter, thus distancing oneself from a black-and-white decision.

The jury's vote is complete: 57 votes passed, and three abstained.

Three abstentions?

Jiang Jianxin glanced slightly to the side at what was behind him.

She saw the gray sign in front of the gray-black fur ball on the truth seat.

It is clear that the answer, Truth, also abstained from voting.

It may have sensed something and ultimately chose the brand that was least likely to go wrong.

I didn't see where the last abstention card appeared.

But it's not a big deal.

Jiang Jianxin turned his head back and saw the text on the panel flashing again:

[This decision is "reasonable," and the execution should be carried out immediately!]

"Om————"

A deep and eerie rumble echoed from the void.

She looked up and saw a deep, dark hole torn open above the distorted ceiling of the courtroom.

"pat..."

Immediately afterwards, a brown, wide-mouthed pot was violently thrown in by an invisible force, crashing heavily onto the illusory ground.

It was the bottle spirit that was causing the trouble.

Before the bottle could react, several dazzling golden arcs of light suddenly lit up the sky above the courtroom.

They intertwined and spun, eventually converging into a giant blade of light, carrying a chilling and judgmental intent, which cleaved down towards the bottle.

"Thud... Crack..."

The crisp cracking sound wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of essential collapse.

The seemingly sturdy bottle shattered into several irregular fragments, and a viscous, dimly fluorescent blue liquid gushed from the breach, quickly staining the illusory floor below. [This court hearing is adjourned. Thank you to all the judges for your participation!]

On the panel, a golden closing message appeared.

Then, along with the distorted courtroom scene around them—high-backed chairs, long tables, and illusory galleries—it all began to fade and dissipate, like chalk drawings being erased.

As the light and shadow shifted, the feeling of weightlessness suddenly vanished.

Jiang Jianxin's feet touched solid objects again, and he was no longer in that eerie trial space, but back in that dark and silent pile of vases.

Unlike before, all the vases surrounding her now had lost their eerie, writhing "activity," becoming as dull and cold as ordinary clay, devoid of any spiritual energy.

Although they failed to uncover the mastermind behind it, they did manage to eliminate one of its pawns.

Jiang Jianxin pondered.

With her pieces destroyed, the opponent will need time to redeploy their infiltration efforts, and this brief respite is exactly what she needs.

She took a deep breath and struggled to break free from the pile of vases.

As the outside light entered his eyes, he saw that Andor had also returned from the court and was fiercely fighting with the vase-man who had lost his stable form due to the shattering of the bottle god, and whose body was constantly disintegrating and peeling off. The wind of punches howled and the broken porcelain flew everywhere.

Without hesitation, Jiang Jianxin reached into his robes and took out the small paper sword that had been covered in strange slime.

At this moment, as the vase's spirituality vanished, the sticky, filthy covering on the sword also lost its vitality, becoming like dried mud, fragile and easily broken.

"bass--"

With a clear, melodious sword cry, the Tangguang Sword suddenly broke free from its restraints, and a chilling light flowed from its blade, illuminating her serene eyes.

With a flick of her wrist, she shook off the remaining, thin and dull liquid on the sword's edge. Then, she took a step and twisted her body, the sword moving with her, and a condensed white sword aura shot out through the air.

"Buzz—!!"

The sword energy hissed, almost tangible, cutting through the air with blurry, distorted trajectories wherever it passed.

The vase-shaped man, who was fighting Andorra, suddenly froze, and a very thin beam of light flashed from his head to his crotch.

The next second, its body silently and smoothly split along the midline, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror, and then with a crash, it completely scattered into a pile of lifeless broken porcelain shards.

Andor missed his punch, panting heavily, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat and dust that had splattered on his forehead.

He turned his head and saw the girl in white walking towards him with her sword drawn, her steps steady, only her clothes and hair fluttering slightly due to the lingering sword energy.

Jiang Jianxin walked to his side, said nothing, but reached out and grabbed a dusty sleeve of his clothes, pulling him slightly behind her.

With his other hand, he gripped the Tangguang Sword tightly, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated and deformed space before him, completely eroded by the corrupting power, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she casually swung her hand.

This sword strike, seemingly casual, contained all her coldness towards this filthy place.

"Buzz————————!"

The sword's cry, ten times more magnificent and a hundred times more powerful than before, exploded out with a deafening roar.

An unprecedentedly intense sword light erupted from the Tangguang Sword, sweeping horizontally like an overwhelming white tide, engulfing everything.

Wherever the sword light touched, the distorted landscape, the writhing remnants of pollution, the chaotic spatial structure... all the dark and filthy things evaporated and vanished in an instant.

Within sight, the entire contaminated area, along with all the eerie auras lingering within it, was divided in two by the trajectory of that sword light.

"call……"

After the sword light passed, what remained were neat, uniform broken surfaces on both sides, and a straight, deep void passage in the middle leading to the normal world.

Jiang Jianxin said calmly:

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)