As someone in sequence 001, I also want to give up today.

Snowflake opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

She just stared at Li Xian, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

Bell hugged her tighter and whispered, "Snowflake, don't cry. Old Deng is really strong. He can definitely beat that bad guy."

Snowflake didn't speak, but buried her face in Bell's arms, her little body trembling.

Li Xian withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the clone's perspective continues to play.

He decided to take a look first.

Let's see what this person is up to.

---

Misty forests, mountain caves and stone chambers.

The woman withdrew her gaze from Li Xian and ignored him.

She turned around, facing the dark crack, and closed her eyes.

A massive spiritual force—no, it should be called divine power—surged out of her body, spreading in all directions like a tidal wave.

The power surged over the stone walls, over the mountains and forests, and over the sky, instantly covering the entire Misty Forest.

Then it continues to spread.

Jiangcheng.

Jiangnan Province.

The entirety of China.

finally--

worldwide.

The woman's brows furrowed slightly.

"Um?"

She sensed several abnormalities.

Her divine power could not penetrate those places.

It looked like it was being blocked by something.

She opened her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips.

"That's interesting."

This world truly has strong individuals.

And there's more than one.

She didn't care.

Her mission was not to fight these people.

Her task was to stabilize the crack so that people on the other side could come over.

When the gods descend, these so-called strongmen will be nothing but ants.

She withdrew her divine power and turned to look at Aynur.

"You did a great job," she said. "When you get back, God will give you the reward you deserve."

Ayinur was so excited that she trembled all over and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, messenger! Thank you, messenger!"

The woman didn't look at her again.

The woman looked up at the beam of light.

Look at Li Xian in the pillar of light.

"You're quite calm," she said.

Li Xian shrugged.

"What else? Cry in front of you?"

The woman in white was taken aback.

She stared at him for a few seconds.

Then she reached out her hand.

That hand was as white as jade, with slender fingers and nails tinged with a faint pink.

A gentle grab.

The beam of light that had trapped Li Xian vanished instantly.

An invisible force surged forth, trying to grab him directly.

Li Xian raised an eyebrow.

He gently shrugged his shoulders.

That invisible force seemed to have hit an unseen wall and instantly crumbled.

The woman in white's eyes changed.

"you……"

Li Xian stretched his neck.

"Beautiful lady, it's fine to look, but it's wrong to take action."

He took a step forward.

The moment that step was taken, the entire stone chamber trembled.

Aynur suddenly raised her head and stared at him with wide eyes.

How is that possible?

How could the seal left by Lord Xumi be so easily broken...?

The woman in white's expression turned serious.

She stared at Li Xian, her eyes revealing a scrutinizing gaze for the first time.

"You're not a B-grade."

Li Xian nodded.

"right."

"What level of cultivation are you at?"

Li Xian thought for a moment.

"It's hard to say."

The woman in white remained silent for a second.

Then she laughed.

That smile was completely different from the smile she had seen on Aynur before.

Previously, it was a superior perspective looking down upon others.

just now……

It's the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"Interesting," she said. "I never imagined there was someone like you in this world."

Li Xian looked at her.

"I never expected this to be from another world?"

The woman in white's smile froze for a moment.

She gritted her teeth and raised both hands at the same time.

This time, she didn't test the waters.

A tremendous divine power surged forth from her body, transforming into countless sharp blades that swept towards Li Xian!

Each of those sharp blades was enough to split a small mountain in two.

Hundreds of swords struck simultaneously, their power enough to level the entire stone chamber.

Li Xian didn't move.

He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack."

The sharp blades all stopped less than a meter away from him.

It was like the pause button had been pressed.

The woman's eyes widened.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Li Xian did not answer.

His fingers twitched slightly.

The sharp blades instantly changed direction and were aimed at the woman.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sharp blades were already in front of her.

But the woman quickly reacted and used her divine power to parry the blades one by one.

But it was clear that her defense was not easy, and several sharp blades still managed to cut her.

"What kind of ability is this?"

Li Xian did not answer.

He retorted, "What do you call that? Divine power?"

The woman in white was taken aback.

Then she laughed.

"You noticed?"

"Um."

"That's right," she said. "This is a power bestowed upon me by the gods. It's a completely different system from the spiritual power of your world."

Li Xian nodded.

"No wonder," he said. "Your so-called divine power seems quite high, but in practice... it's a bit lacking."

He discovered it from the very beginning.

The woman's power gave him a strange feeling.

Her total divine power is indeed equivalent to SS-level mental power.

But that power... felt empty.

It's like someone who has a lot of strength but doesn't know how to use it.

There are no tricks.

no change.

No special abilities.

Like the bell, it uses pure power to fight.

Li Xian suddenly understood.

This person's power was not something they cultivated themselves.

It was "given".

This kind of power has quantity but no quality.

The woman in white's smile froze for a moment.

She took a deep breath.

"Then let me show you just how much of a difference there really is."

She formed a mudra with her hands.

Countless beams of moon-white light surged from her body, coalescing into a gigantic phantom behind her.

The phantom's face was indistinct; only the outline of a human figure and wings that spread out behind it, blotting out the sky.

The entire stone chamber began to shake violently.

Countless cracks appeared on the stone wall, and gravel fell down in a flurry.

The pool of black water began to churn and boil, steam billowing out.

Ayinur lay on the ground, her whole body trembling so badly she felt like she was about to fall apart.

"This is... a projection of a god..."

Li Xian looked up at the illusory figure.

Very high.

Very big.

That's pretty intimidating.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman in white.

"this one?"

The woman in white gritted her teeth and pushed forward with both hands.

The phantom moved.

A giant hand slammed down on Li Xian.

The moment that palm struck, all the air in the stone chamber was sucked out.

Li Xian stood still, without moving.

Just as my palm was about to touch him—

He raised his hand.

With a gentle touch.

Reconstruction of Everything, Annihilation of Concepts

The enormous phantom began to disintegrate rapidly from the point where the fingertips touched it.

It was like an avalanche, like a sand tower collapsing.

Less than a second.

Disappeared.

The woman in white took a step back, her expression finally changing.

"What...what kind of power do you have?"

Li Xian thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

He took a step forward.

The woman in white instinctively took a step back.

Then she stopped.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"You're very strong," she said. "Much stronger than I expected."

Li Xian didn't speak.

She continued, "But do you think that's all?"

She raised her hand.

A beam of light shot out from her palm and into the sky.

It penetrates the stone chamber, penetrates the mountain, penetrates everything.

It transformed into a visible ripple of energy, spreading in all directions.

---

Lei Gang was leading a few people in investigating the so-called foreigner in the Misty Forest.

They hadn't gone far when suddenly—

"boom!"

A terrifying wave emanated from the depths of the forest.

The shockwave was so strong that it even shook the ground.

Lei Gang's expression changed drastically.

"What is this?!"

A teammate beside him said in a trembling voice, "This...this power...S-rank? No, it's even stronger than S-rank!"

Another team member's legs went weak: "Could it be... could it be SS-rank?"

Lei Gang took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"Don't panic," he said. "Let's assess the situation first."

He took out his communicator, trying to contact the outside world.

But all that came through the communicator was harsh static.

The fluctuation was so strong that it interfered with all the signals.

Lei Gang gritted his teeth.

"Let's go!" he said, "Let's go inside and take a look!"

The team members looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Team Leader Lei, that's an SS-rank..."

"I know," Lei Gang said, "but we are soldiers, and the fighting here could very well spread to Jiangcheng. We can't just sit idly by."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, a battle of this level might be one where our strongest fighters are battling the enemy. We need to go and provide support!"

The team members, though frightened, followed after hearing this.

The group quickened their pace and hurried deeper into the forest.

The further you go in, the stronger the fluctuations become.

The ground shook faster and faster, and the surrounding trees were swaying.

Occasionally, a shockwave of energy would fly from afar, glide past them, and blast a large tree into dust.

Lei Gang's expression grew increasingly serious.

This power...

He had only seen it in the documents.

SS level.

The only publicly revealed SS-rank character in the world is Lilith, the Witch of Reason.

Could it be her?

Who is she fighting?

SS-class alien beast?

He gritted his teeth and continued charging forward.

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Meanwhile, in northern Xinjiang.

On the top of a snow-capped mountain, a little girl in a black Lolita dress sat on a rock, holding a fairy tale book in her hands.

Lilith.

She suddenly looked up.

A glint of light flashed in his purple eyes.

"here we go again……"

She muttered something.

Someone was spying on her with their mental power just now.

The person was very strong, but very unfamiliar.

Before she could locate the person, she sensed another fluctuation.

The fluctuations of the battle.

SS-level battle.

Lilith stood up and put the fairy tale book into a pocket inside her skirt.

She glanced at the southern sky.

That direction...

Jiangcheng.

It's Jiangcheng again.

She sighed.

"It's annoying."

Then she disappeared from the spot.

-

Inside the stone chamber.

The beam of light descended from the sky without warning, shooting straight at Li Xian.

It came too fast, so fast that not even the dust had time to rise, so fast that not even the air had time to make way.

Like an invisible sword, it enveloped Li Xian completely.

The woman in white stood three zhang away, her clothes fluttering gently in the breeze.

The light lasted for a full ten seconds.

The woman in white looked at Li Xian's location again.

Her eyes changed.

It's no longer the same kind of scrutiny.

It was a genuine sense of solemnity.

"Who exactly are you?"

Li Xian stood unharmed in the same spot.

"A lazy person."

The woman in white fell silent.

She suddenly felt that talking to this person was a bit tiring.

"Fine," she said. "Whoever you are, you must die here today."

She raised her hand.

A brighter light emanated from her palm.

The light condensed in her hand, eventually transforming into a longsword.

The sword is entirely moon-white, and the blade gleams with a chilling light.

She gripped the hilt of her sword and thrust it at Li Xian.

Li Xian stepped aside to avoid it.

The sword tip grazed past his ear, the force of the wind leaving a thin trail of blood on his face.

He looked down at the speck of blood on his finger.

"That's interesting."