Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 192 Golden Light Piercing the Sky
Yue Feng.

The head of the Yue family.

died.

Dead as hell.

Under a torrential downpour with flashes of lightning.

The ant put the last clump of flesh into its mouth, chewed it up, bones and tendons, and swallowed it.

On the ground in front of them, only a pool of blood remained, gradually diluted by the heavy rain.

At this moment, having finished all this, he looked up at the towering pillar of light that occupied most of his field of vision not far away, and was somewhat lost in thought.

"Has some master made a move?"

This strange phenomenon just appeared suddenly and fell from the sky.

It happened silently, yet it was accompanied by an invisible and intangible pressure that swept through the area.

This suppressed all the insects that had spread throughout the city, rendering them unable to move an inch.

However, the sudden pressure came and went quickly, disappearing in the next second.

Apart from the towering pillar of light that stretched across the sky, it was as if nothing had happened.

But the worm understood that this was some kind of warning or omen.

The sheer force of the person who made the move was clearly beyond his current comprehension.

Whether the deaths and injuries were too heavy, prompting a master to step in and vanquish the evil, or a reclusive great master couldn't stand it anymore and prepared to subdue the demons.

Anyone who dares to show their face will surely meet a dead end.

"...Never mind, even if there really is such a thing as cause and effect in this world, I was just an accomplice this time."

"...We must move the treasure away quickly; we cannot stay here any longer..."

As he spoke, he took one last deep look at the pillar of light that connected heaven and earth, and then turned around without hesitation.

The collapse exploded into a pile of huge, gray insects, which scurried back in the direction they had come from.

at the same time.

From various locations within the ruins, the sounds of limbs colliding could be heard, gradually gathering and dissipating as people fled this place of turmoil.

……

And at this time.

Directions within the city.

Located deep underground within the Special Operations Bureau, in the director's office.

"Ah! Hahaha! Good, good, good! ~ Well done!!"

"Pay attention! Work together with the withdrawing troops to complete the troop rotation and stabilize the defensive line!"

"Also, immediately order someone to bring back the antique token that the special operations team discovered during their reconnaissance. It must not be lost!"

"Whether our bureau gets punished or receives funding this time depends on this! Understand?"

"...Okay, as soon as possible. Also, don't make a big fuss about it. Keep it confidential to reduce the pressure on the subsequent rumor-refuting department."

"Beep...beep..." The communication ended.

Tan Hui's face was beaming with barely suppressed joy.

Sitting in the chair behind his desk, his eyes were curved in a smile.

I looked up at the image being transmitted to me on the monitor on the table.

It was a worn-out token with the ancient character "岳" engraved on it.

As the first branch chief of the Special Operations Bureau to rise to power, he naturally had a good understanding of various forces.

It's not hard to guess where this token came from without much thought.

Combined with what the reconnaissance team had seen earlier—the involvement of unidentified masked forces—the answer became obvious.

Once he gets his hands on that token and the video recording, he'll have a way to clear himself of responsibility with minimal or even no loss.

If the follow-up is handled well, there's a chance to receive a reward from the General Administration.

The huge weight that had been pressing on my heart for the past midnight has finally been lifted.

First, the Special Operations Bureau's defenses, with the Facebook group acting as a buffer, were given ample time to build and were exceptionally sturdy.

Another large number of people broke out of the collapsed defenses, providing important intelligence and replacements to the manpower-starved defense troops.

Good news kept coming in one after another.

Most importantly, just minutes before, news arrived that the Facebook organization's defenses had suddenly appeared and mysteriously collapsed almost simultaneously.

According to the report, it was extremely tragic; almost no one survived the horde of corpses.

The reconnaissance team that was later dispatched investigated and unexpectedly found the item in the picture, which added a crucial element to the incident.

In this way, the entire event can be basically connected and its nature can be determined.

The mysterious organization Face, for unknown purposes, has trespassed into the S-level restricted area, Tomb of a Hundred Kings.

They colluded with traitors within the local department and, taking advantage of the zombie riot, participated in sabotaging the structure of the lockdown zone, causing it to collapse entirely.

It also damaged high-rise buildings in the city's local economic hub, damaged roads, and caused some personal and economic losses.

Adding in other miscellaneous incidents, the Special Operations Bureau's responsibility in this matter is almost negligible.

At most, there might be a problem of lax vetting leading to information leaks by internal personnel, but compared to others, this is a minor issue.

At this point, the above reasons were polished, integrated into a report, and sent out.

Director Tan, who almost took the blame for something for no reason, can finally relax completely.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, which was a little dry from the tension, and then picked up his communicator again.

We're going to inquire about the condition of Lecturer Yang, who just returned to the base despite his serious injuries.

Make the most of your free time to build good relationships. In this world where spiritual energy has been revived, you never know when you might die.

This also prevents people from being unable to even say a person's name when they get to the next level.

However, just as he took out his communicator, before he could even dial the hospital's number...

The next moment, an unexpected change occurred.

Tan Hui only felt a strange fluctuation that quickly swept past him.

Immediately, he felt the newly cultivated and still very weak magical power within his body become chaotic, fluctuating wildly.

He couldn't care less about anything else at that moment, and quickly focused his mind to stabilize the flow of magical power within his body.

I thought some terrorists had taken advantage of the chaos to launch an attack over the underground base.

However, Tan Hui, who had just stabilized his internal magical power, suddenly realized that this was not the case.

Because at this moment, under his gaze, the tea in the teacup held in his right hand was completely still, without any ripples caused by vibration.

Only then did he realize with a start that the vibration that had just passed through his body did not come from the substance of reality, but from something far more mysterious and profound.

Before he could even process what was happening, a sudden wave of pressure crashed down on him.

Caught off guard, Director Tan's legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

What followed was an immense pressure, as if a towering mountain range was floating above his head, making it hard for him to breathe.

Even the magical power within his body, which had just calmed down, was like a stagnant pool, impossible to mobilize in the slightest.

But it wasn't just him; the focus shifted to the entire base.

All the extraordinary individuals with cultivation were paralyzed in bizarre and unpredictable positions, unable to move, their eyes filled with confusion and terror.

What no one knows is that further out, throughout the entire city, and even on every inch of land surrounding the city...

Even beings with cultivation felt this immense pressure and were forced to the ground.

After one breath.

All the strange feelings suddenly vanished. Completely bewildered, Tan Hui used the desk beside him to get up.

Before I could even process what was happening, the communicator next to me started ringing incessantly.

"Buzzing..."

Director Tan, who had just gotten up, hadn't yet figured out what this sudden change meant.

But he plopped back down in his chair and picked up the communicator.

He discovered that the call was from the district head he had recently reported to.

Then, with some doubt, he pressed the answer button.

"What's going on? Why are you calling me again so soon..."

"...Golden light? What golden light?"

Upon hearing the words coming from the other end of the communicator, Tan Hui's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly asked questions.

"Describe it in more detail, where is it? Ugh! Never mind! Just connect the image!"

Tan Hui didn't know why he was so anxious after hearing the news, but he had a feeling that something big was about to happen.

Under his constant urging, the image information from the external defense line was quickly connected to the monitor on his desk.

Then, under Tan Hui's serious gaze, a dark image facing the riverbank slowly appeared.

Unlike before, a thick, dazzling beam of light suddenly broke through the clouds and shone down to the ground.

It stands upright on the earth like a pillar supporting the sky.

Seeing this, Tan Hui's breath hitched, then suddenly became rapid.

A sentence popped into my mind.

"It's over! The confidentiality agreement is now completely worthless!!"

However, he quickly dismissed this initial thought.

Clearly, this extraordinary phenomenon is no longer a simple matter of whether or not to expose a secret.

"When did this beam of light appear? Have any other unusual phenomena been observed? Can you determine which area it covers?"

After a moment's thought, he launched into a barrage of questions at the other end of the still-connected communication.

Fortunately, the person on the other end seemed to have anticipated these questions, and without hesitation, a calm voice came out.

"Reporting to the Director, the initial observation of the light beam appeared abruptly five minutes and forty-two seconds ago, descending from the sky and rapidly expanding to its current size."

"The superhumans on the defense line reported that they experienced palpitations and pressure the moment the beam of light appeared, but these symptoms quickly dissipated within seconds, and no other abnormalities occurred."

"We calculated the location using the two observation points furthest from the defense line. It is roughly in the southwest corner of the original blockade area, adjacent to the river embankment."

The other party's report was concise and to the point.

Hearing this, Tan Hui was startled.

I remembered the embarrassing situation I had just been in, being pinned to the ground; it seemed like it was only three or four minutes ago.

This also corresponds to what the other party said about the strange pressure and restlessness reflected by the aliens on the defense line.

Clearly, the strange sensations I had earlier were caused by the pre-existing beam of light.

Thinking about the distance between his underground special operations bureau base and the riverbank, which would take more than an hour to drive there, his heart sank.

The impact of this thing is probably more terrifying than I imagined.

But now, the more important thing is to deal with the current situation.

Tan Hui put aside the other random thoughts in his mind, frowned and pondered, wondering if this beam of light might be related to something.

If it was summoned by the zombies from the Hundred Kings Tomb uprising, then it's been several hours already, there's no reason for it to only react now, especially since the location is somewhat remote.

If we're talking about personnel and influence from the remnants of the Facebook organization...

Heh, it's not that Tan Hui looks down on anyone, but while ordinary people may not know about Facebook, he, as the bureau chief, does know some inside information.

I understand that this was something created by several powerful families in Kyoto.

Even if you were to combine all the old relics from the dustbin of history, you still couldn't create this kind of momentum.

As the first official beneficiary of this spiritual revival, Tan Hui's ability to coordinate and understand various information is unmatched by non-professional organizations and individuals.

He knew best the level of strength of the newly emerging cultivators, also known as "extraordinary people," who were currently experiencing a spiritual revival.

It is impossible for anyone to achieve the level of creating a giant pillar of light that connects heaven and earth.

Putting aside these two unlikely speculations, as he frowned and pondered, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and a piece of information appeared in his mind.

Then, disregarding everything else, he picked up the communicator again and asked the area manager who was waiting on the other side.

"I remember you said before that Li Qingfeng was inside the collapsed lockdown zone, right? Where is he now? Has the support team of superhumans I sent out regrouped with him?"

A barrage of questions caused the serious voice on the other end to hesitate slightly, but it quickly responded.

"Reporting to the director, Li Qingfeng initially disregarded our repeated attempts to stop him and insisted on infiltrating alone to intercept the powerful zombies and reduce the pressure on the defense line."

"After contacting the seriously injured lecturer Yang, we handed over the communicator to him, and have been out of contact for a long time now."

"The several support teams sent out to help the superhumans were also blocked halfway through their journeys due to the dense hordes of zombies covering every road, making it difficult to advance any further."

"The deepest-reaching team has only just reached the edge of the original cordon zone and has not yet been able to conduct a further search..."

The subsequent reports were no longer relevant.

Tan Hui also turned his attention back and began to frown and ponder.

Although the information just now did not explicitly point out that the towering pillar of light was related to Li Qingfeng.

However, at present, there are only three things he can think of that seem to be able to cause such a phenomenon.

These are the S-class tombs, the Tomb of a Hundred Kings, fraught with danger and shrouded in mystery and terror.

The deceased master seems to be doing quite well underground, as Yang Ping, the lecturer, is often seen using Yin-Yang communication formations to send things to his disciples.

The last one is the powerful Li Qingfeng, the face of the Special Operations Bureau, also known as the "God of Slaughter".

As for the latter's background, Tan Hui has been deliberately keeping it a secret.

Currently, no more than two people know that the other party has a powerful hermit master.

This was partly due to considerations of confidentiality, but also partly due to his personal motives.

Since the other party has not shown up for a long time, he is obviously a recluse who does not like to show his face.

To avoid offending that powerful and unknown expert.

Tan Hui has always kept his distance from people who he couldn't even imagine being that powerful.

It's good to do someone a favor from afar.

Think about it now.

Located far from the Tomb of a Hundred Kings, Yang Ping was receiving treatment and lying dead in a field hospital.

Only Li Qingfeng, who ventured alone into the forbidden zone, is most likely to be connected to this pillar of light.

Thinking of the terrifying power of the so-called Purple-haired Corpse mentioned in the intelligence report, which ranked tenth on the Demon Horror List on the internal data terminal.

Tan Hui's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

"...Could it be that something happened to Li Qingfeng, triggering some kind of restriction left by his master, which summoned him here...?"

Think about this.

He glanced again at the towering pillar of light on the screen in front of him, a sight that exuded immense pressure even without seeing it in person, and a bitter expression appeared on his face.

"...Li Qingfeng's master must be a righteous person, right?"

He muttered to himself, but then he recalled Li Qingfeng's consistent style of doing things over the past few months and his clean, ruthless methods.

He's not so confident anymore.

"hiss……"

(End of this chapter)