He is the leader of the Tantric sect in Chagdu.

Chapter 116 Since ancient times, the left side of the wave has been used as a reference!

I have to complain that using the outskirts as the base of the Gray Court was indeed a choice made out of necessity. The troublesome people in the outskirts have no elders and no taboos. The only thing that can graze them is the fear of life and death. Even authority is based on the premise of being able to decide their life and death.

To get them to understand your ideals and empathize with your beliefs—first, have a bigger fist than them, and even that might not work.

This "perpetually rebellious" mindset stems from the distorted social structure of the suburbs.

This land has rotted for too long and can no longer nurture anything of "hope" on its own.

Ai knew this very well.

—Habit is a terrible thing: when organisms coexist and adapt to the darkness, their vision begins to degenerate, and utensils begin to wear down until they lose the medium of "eyes" forever.

When that time comes, there will be no path for light to pass through the skull, and no matter how brilliant the light, it will not be able to penetrate the ignorance of the blind, and nothing can be done.

But through a near-perfect performance, Ai successfully used the minds of tens of thousands of people as a medium to transform the existence of the Father of Light into the "answer"—the amount of material this will provide for further compilation of the original text should be a considerable amount.

Scanning the people kneeling on the dark ground, Ai Yi suppressed her excitement and didn't laugh too happily, so as not to look like a pervert.

—Finally, he planted "faith" and order in the suburbs.

Although this order can only maintain its ignorant form for the time being and still needs to be maintained by violence and supervision, it is all that can be done at this stage. Before this whole generation dies, this is the hope that Ai has for them—that is, to produce a little more useful talent.

As for providing them with another path to the future, that's purely a matter of convenience, like throwing a piece of driftwood into a rapid current; whether they can hold on depends on how strong their will to survive is.

If it's a deeper transformation, perhaps we'll only be able to glimpse the future when the suburbs truly resume production, when life no longer needs to devour each other or plunder from the outside world.

From then on, Grey became the god who resided in radiance, and Ai became His mercy that descended to the world, a shadow of light hatched from the blood of the First Sacrifice.

The envoy's words and actions were all "orthodox".

At that moment, as Ai emerged from the egg, she quietly made a gesture, and the strange gray mist behind her began to disintegrate, the huge and smooth egg dissolving into the glow.

Now only the fox is left.

As countless devout gazes fell upon her, Ai Yi showered her with kindness with a gentle smile. Her pristine white robe was holy and beautiful, and her youthful face was like that of a newborn infant, innocent and pure.

The light in his eyes was to those who had been touched by it what oxygen, food, and water were to life: necessities for survival, things to be sought throughout one's life.

"He knew you through blood; He has risen too high; He is always cold, yet He still hopes you can understand His tenderness—"

He said, his tone like the lowing of an autumn sun, his eyes like hardened spring ice, “I am the messenger whom He hatched for you. The sacrifice of the first blood gave birth to me, and the shadow of light took over all things in the mortal world. From then on, I presided over sacrifices, I raised up the rites, and I established the commandments.”

And so the living lowered their bodies and raised their eyes higher, every subtle hue of their pupils being sculpted in that azure blue—just as the messenger said, the sun, having come to know them through blood, became gentler. The original Him was resolute coldness, but the shadow of His sleeves was the warmth of His mercy.

Kindness exists only in shadows.

—Everyone praises its brilliance.

Ai took a deep breath.

—Then it will be harvest time.

The next instant, a pristine white book emerged from behind him, and endless tarnished ink flowed from the blood that had seeped into the ground, gathering on the pure white register and imprinting the marks as five commandments:

1. I will punish the unclean for their sins;

2. I will repay kindness with those who love their neighbor;

Third, spiritual elevation is a ladder, and those who climb it are closer to me;

Fourth, mercy is the measure of light, and the "lamp" is the ritual He holds;

Fifth, He goes on ahead, leaving behind a path of light for you to follow, while those who cower in darkness will not be saved.

Ai silently gazed at the laws written in the original text—

—My great undertaking has finally taken a decisive step.

The ink of perilla gradually became part of the original text: "The traces of light are etched in the book of life, the pure white imprint is the answer, not doubt—the shadow of light establishes five commandments for all things, and from then on, the measure of mercy is anchored by love and blood, the first drop of blood has brought forth the incubation of messengers, so what does pure 'love' exchange for?"

"Perhaps it is greater mercy, a brighter light—"

Pure White Secret Sequel, Chapter 1

Suddenly, just before this volume was about to be completed, the flowing amber-gold color froze in the void.

—What————

Ai tilted her head slightly.

A sudden, violent tremor erupted in his soul, his heart felt as if it were enveloped by something, and he clenched his fist until he could barely breathe. The palpitations rose from his red fluid, making him almost involuntarily look up at the sky.

Above the gray matter is the location of the dome.

"It wasn't that easy after all—"

He sighed softly.

The next moment, in the blink of an eye.

The secret essence poured out like a torrential rain.

From ripples to tremors, the eruption at the end of the phenomenon seemed to transform the entire world into a turbid, formless mass. The gray area squeezed into the distant suburbs was now swept outward by a dazzling stream of light—so bright that a mere glance was enough to burn away the pupil and evaporate the cranial fluid—creating countless ripples that spread outward like the tide.

It looked as if a large star had sunk.

Divine punishment descends—

The layer of ash that had forever blocked the outermost edge of the suburbs was torn open by a resolute force with its ever-increasing power. The engine, finally ignited, roared across the sky, and its immense power descended upon the veil.

Diffusion, radiation, tearing, erosion.

The solemn, almost austere, intense light seemed to be proclaiming a reckoning from the very pinnacle to these defiant individuals who bowed to the gray.

Like the approaching apocalypse, flames ignited in the falling light of the heavens overhead—

"Bullshit." Ai Yi uttered two words indifferently.

Sparks flew from his eyes, a bloodshot red imbued with ominousness and brutality. The edges of his blood-red irises resembled scorched iron, radiating outwards with cracks—"Here, I am the only true orthodox, the supreme light of heaven."

Faced with the apocalyptic scene, a strange flush rose on his face: "No one has the right to punish me!"

Pleasure wove into arrogance; the amber-gold that once flowed towards the original texts dissolved again into blood, merging with the omnipresent gray matter. The sacrifice of ten thousand people's blood brought about a terrifying effect, even capable of altering reality under subjective guidance—and when this power merged with the gray matter—

Silently, Ai raised her hand towards the dome.

At this moment, the entire suburbs resembled a deformed eggshell, with the outermost layer of gray matter constantly cracking with tiny "crackling" sounds—and this slender wrist, compared to the intense light that almost engulfed the world, was almost negligible in size.

"Isn't it just wave repulsion?"

As he raised his hand, a terrifyingly large, invisible substance, seemingly flowing from the source of the radiance, transformed into his outward-extending limbs—the outermost layer of gray matter had already piled up, building countless dense barriers, blocking the advance of that intense light inch by inch.

And the counterattack is already brewing at a terrifying speed—

Standing proudly amidst the unprecedentedly violent gray fog, Ai's mechanical wings had been extended to their limit—between the long, narrow wings, one could vaguely see the secret energy circuits that were almost formed but not yet fully completed. Countless complex veins flickered with a faint glow, displaying a sacred posture and helping him to invoke this powerful force that was beyond the mortal realm.

—So—delightful!

The fox had gone completely mad: "There is no deceit, no backstabbing, no intrigue, no backstabbing or betrayal, and no power struggles or ugly deals."

There's nothing there!

"All that remains is the unwavering determination and confidence to utterly crush any enemy you find unpleasant with the purest, most brute force and the deepest, most profound foundation."

Ai's blood-red pupils trembled violently, and the blinding glow dissolved this madness into something incomprehensible. "Hahahaha—as expected of the Foundation, this is the Foundation!"

"That's how it should be!"

—On the day of my coronation, may I receive the most joyous ceremony.

They were filled with murderous intent, and their unparalleled arrogance was a kind of "aloofness" that no other faction could match. They were like kings at the pinnacle, issuing a decisive judgment with a light, casual command.

Even though the era of the council is over, they still retain some of that crazy trait.

Now—all of it is being vented here.

"I'm so incredibly excited—!"

Ai rubbed her temples and laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

—Then let's see whose authority shines brighter!

The outskirts are a gray execution ground, where everything is its foundation—at this moment, the gray matter dissolves everything on the ground, transforming them into the purest secret substance, filling it all into the magnificent outline controlled by its master.

Nourished by endless secret essence, the boundless radiance seemed to spring from nothing, proclaiming an unparalleled presence even at the end of twilight.

It was right in Ai's palm.

As light, in accordance with the king's will, reorganized, recreated, and disintegrated, it gathered countless secrets—even almost completely extracting the power from the gray matter, which was its sexual aspect—

Finally, it turned into a tiny, barely visible particle of light.

"Hehehehe————"

The next second, Ai snapped her fingers with a grin.

"Biu—" He added a comical sound effect to this confrontation, which could reach the fifth stage at its highest output.

In the utter silence, light appeared and disappeared in that instant.

Emerging from the origin, oscillating from the minuscule, the light particles are almost infinitely weak to the naked eye, yet from an invisible perspective, they are more dazzling and brilliant than the intense light washing over the curtain.

Along the path of light, sound is silenced, and air is erased as it ascends against the current!

As time seemed to freeze, the light appeared to grow infinitely, flowing out endlessly from the blazing sun. When it reached the dome, it was already in a magnificent posture, like the tilting flames standing in opposition.

Along the cracks between countless layers of gray curtains, it collided with the flames from above—layers of cracks spread wildly and diffused in the spacetime at the point of contact, until they tore apart every gaze that fell upon it.

It continues to rise steadily and stubbornly!

The fire, before it could be extinguished, was cleaved in the middle of the path the light passed through. The murky shriek was blocked by the ash, and although it could not tear the eardrum, it was enough to pierce the pupil.

In Ai's eyes, the counterattack had come to an end—

The radiance forced the flames to the surface of the ash, and the chaotic aftershocks spread all the way to the dome—light tore at the fire, swallowed the fire, and the former spewed out from the latter's riddled corpse.

The squeezed gray bounced back.

Then, the light expanded endlessly from within the fire, and finally, the light tore the fire apart completely, pinning it to the gray curtain.

And then, in the next instant, the intense light overhead shattered under the even more dazzling brilliance.

The disintegrated shell, like shattered meteorites, burst into countless clusters of blazing fire, scattering and falling through the still-unhealed gaps, sinking into every dark corner of the outskirts, transforming into bursts of sky-piercing flames.

The foundation of Grey Court was not damaged much due to the fog, but the rocks and buildings covering the dark earth were blown tens of meters high by the spreading shock wave—except for the area under Ai's protection, the solid earth and rocks turned into flowing lava, and the violent air currents carried high-temperature steam, illuminating the entire suburbs as if it were daytime.

Flames that ignited from all directions lit up every pair of terrified and shocked eyes.

The outermost layer of gray matter ceased its shattering cracks, and the fissures were filled with upward-facing light. This mystical substance, a common repair material for mysterious creations, caused the jagged patterns that had emerged from the struck edges to begin repairing themselves at a visible speed.

In just a few breaths, the gray mist, which had been so dim it was almost about to dissipate, finally returned to cover the distant suburbs in a stable manner.

—We won.

"Damn it, don't you know that the left side always loses in a match?"

As long as you don't say things like "Will we win?" before declaring war, victory is inevitable!

In the dead silence, the fox, which had been lying on the ground like a lump of mud, took advantage of the fact that the people in the suburbs were blinded by the glow to quickly wiggle its limp limbs and get up. It couldn't help but reveal a sissy-like expression and arrogantly gave the sky the middle finger.

"I specifically positioned my camera on the right side."

With a lingering flush on her face and a strange, almost satisfied smile, Ai Yi trembled as she leaned against the equally trembling gray mist, barely managing to stand.

He waved to the Gray Court supporters hiding in the corner to indicate that he was alright, and the fox was finally able to calm down and think about this sudden trial.

"I thought I had dodged it—" he thought to himself.

—Regarding this belated reckoning.

"It seems we still can't underestimate the foundation."

The fox calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

—After all, they never lacked the capital to be crazy, but no one dared to be crazy with them.

—But something feels off—

Ai shook his head. Although the gray matter still bore the brunt of the secret matter load, he managed to strike a pose while acting as the hub, like a single-core microprocessor being carried by the 4090, almost burning off the thermal paste.

The vessel, nearly overloaded with secret essence, sent a tingling and aching sensation through my very soul.

He was a little puzzled:

—If the purpose is to eradicate the taboo, the power of this bombardment—compared to the extermination order during the last "intercalation"—seems somewhat lacking.

The maximum output was indeed about the same, but the endurance was obviously insufficient, and it withered after only a few seconds. They did puncture a hole in the gray matter, but did not cause any irreversible damage.

I thought it was something really impressive.

"What's going on? Is the foundation afraid of going bankrupt? —"

—Or is this just to disgust me?

He shook his head more vigorously, looking fierce, "You look down on me, that's what I mean—"

But no matter how you look at it, this shelling is very strange—if the goal is to eliminate taboos, then disregarding costs is the most basic price to pay—but the Foundation's attitude is like stopping at the last minute, leaving people with a thorn in their side.

—It couldn't possibly be because of some ridiculous reason like "I don't like the look of you."

What are they thinking?

With a sigh, Ai felt she couldn't understand the thought process of the Nest City people. Just as she was about to find an opening to retreat, she saw Ronan below waving vigorously at her.

"Boss, boss—!"

The next instant, he received a private message in the internal think tank—judging from the format, it seemed to be a copy of the announcement that had appeared on Ronan's official account when the gray matter was damaged, sent to him.

"Briefly breaking through the gray matter blockade, special operation against Ω016: First objective achieved, currently forcibly quelling Hume's chaotic environment, [Protocol·Descent] landing point corrected, coordinates anchored, deployment in progress ————]"

The content that follows, along with the "healing of gray matter," is also isolated from the outside.

"The Advent Protocol —"

A surge of emotion welled up deep within my heart.

Ai Yi suddenly lowered her head.

On the dark earth, most of the flames that had descended with the shattered shells had been extinguished.

But one of them is still burning.

Strangely, the flame seemed to sway gently with the viewer's gaze, moving slowly and almost imperceptibly.

—That's right.

Ai took a deep breath and slowly narrowed her eyes.

He's coming this way.

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