He is the leader of the Tantric sect in Chagdu.

Chapter 120 A Miracle for You

The outskirts of the city.

The torrential rain is still pouring down.

"Can it talk?"

Ai stood on the dark earth, her pure white robes spotless and pristine in the filthy rain—her small, graceful figure resembled a delicate white flower—no one could imagine that this seemingly holy and pure child was the culprit who had caused turmoil throughout the entire Holy Nest over the past month.

The fox's smile was lovely and sincere, yet it made the flames in front of it tremble—the standoff had lasted for several minutes, and the roles of hunter and prey had been reversed—the "maximum output," enough to cause the secret matter to overload, had caused structural damage to the Grand Inquisitor's spiritual projection.

Including the furnace core, Hume's tree, and think tanks, all of them have been disconnected.

—It's a desperate situation.

Wilting quickly came to this conclusion: even if consciousness descends, it still needs to be mediated by the singularity technology behind it. Now that all three singularities have been disconnected, the "emergency escape measures" arranged beforehand have become utterly empty talk.

—I can't get out by myself.

The girl took a deep breath, and the spirit that made up her outer shell became weaker due to the wavering of her internal consciousness—although the anomaly was covered by the flames that ignited the next moment, this change in just one second still made the figure hanging above her notice.

"You really do have self-awareness—" Ai raised an eyebrow with interest as he caught a fleeting "pulse" within the spirit. He wasn't actually sure whether the Foundation's Advent weapons needed a "pilot" or not; perhaps they were unmanned.

Now, the people inside have given themselves away.

"Won't you come out and chat? You should be polite when talking to others," the fox teased. The closing ceremony of the hunt was an unparalleled enjoyment, and he was deeply immersed in it. "At least, looking into the other person's eyes is the most basic courtesy."

"————" The silence lasted for another half minute, until—

"Ash." The fiery humanoid made no movement, and a whisper echoed in Ai's mind. The voice had no discernible features, it was rigid and inflexible, like a cold, inorganic substance.

"The world never needs to understand the ideals of a demon."

"————" Ai Yi visibly froze for a moment. He felt that the sentence was familiar, yet it was faintly visible in his hazy memory palace.

There was no time for him to think it over; in the next instant, heat like a volcanic eruption exploded in front of him.

As countless pieces of crumbling earth and rocks burst forth, a blazing beam of fire ripped through the land, like a crimson thunderbolt, piercing down from directly overhead.

【Isikal's Wrath—】

The highly solidified secret essence is sculpted into a fiery spear, which descends upon the target's head as a judgment! — The amount of energy has a huge impact on the fighting style. The apprentice of fire is used to a wide-ranging and sweeping style, while the previous Veltin was somewhat lost in the infinite energy supply of the furnace core.

But now she also remembers that her strengths are actually the opposite.

High-precision killing!

—If Grey hasn't regained his power, then let's seize this opportunity—

In less than half a second, beyond the instant of a neural synapse response, the sharp fire spear had already taken shape and then plummeted down with the force of thunder.

Then, in the next second, it passed right through the top of the spirit projection's own head.

"Secret Technique—Out of Control?!"

The pain from being pierced by the fire spear had been diluted countless times by his body, so Virtin only frowned slightly, but a deep shadow and a trace of barely perceptible confusion spread deep in his heart.

The sudden change shattered all the original plans in an instant.

—Just like the think tank going offline, the Hume Tree reporting an error, or the furnace core restarting—abnormal events that completely defy "probability theory".

The Mystic Module within the machine sent the previously completed arcane compilation process to the pilot's channel—during the attack coordinate anchoring step, a minor error occurred in the "Mystic-Modern Coordinate Conversion" program responsible for this operation, causing the intended casting position to shift by one number from its original location.

Looking again at what was in front of him, in the image transmitted by the visual system, that pure white figure still stood proudly in the void, leaning against the gray mist, with a drizzle avoiding his side, still flawlessly beautiful.

Wilting closed her eyes—she could no longer believe the messages the spirits were sending back, or even the messages from her own mind.

The proud girl never thought she would fail at the same thing multiple times, but perhaps, that enemy was not the target she should have chosen?

"This power stems from [his] authority; I don't know if you can understand it."

For some reason, the aggressive tone he had used earlier disappeared from Ai's mouth. He looked at the silhouette wreathed in flames, opened his mouth, and hesitated before speaking for the first time.

"Fine, I'll tell you its name anyway, so you'll die knowing why." He grinned, holding up the thorny white crown on his head, raising his head high, his eyes half-closed, as proud and vibrant as a white rose.

"One of the powers of the Crown of God:"

Part 1: The Convergence of Possibilities: The Predestined Torrent of Calamities

"Equal calamities are the manifestation of evil, while the hatching miracle is a symbol of love, and I, who define all of this, am the master who controls it."

Ai slowly raised his head, and black mud surged from his palm, slowly taking shape.

The symbolic authority manifested from the [Karma Crown] transformed in his hands into a magnificent and sacred spear, woven from branches and leaves.

[The Spear of Karma]

"As for this power—" Ai pondered.

—Let's change the name. Rather than turning everything towards misfortune and disaster, let's do something else—

"To transform every tiny possibility that doesn't belong to zero into a real miracle—therefore, I prefer another name to calamity."

He chuckled softly:

A miracle for you

—Whether it is an attack or hostility, it must be authorized by karma before it can act upon me!

"You shall not profane me, nor spy on me—otherwise, whether it be calamity or miracle, they will resolutely protect the master who has defined them."

—Walking on the dome, you might get your skull pierced by the condensation dripping from it, or trip over your own feet and die. No matter how small the possibility, Yemian will turn it into reality.

This is the most basic attack method of the newly formed singularity—or "weapon" template—but a more accurate description is:

Karma does not cause any measurable harm to the outside world; all its powers are focused on the definition of "karma" and the exploitation of "redundant malice".

"The infinite, confined by the karma I define, and then converging—no matter how small, even infinitesimally close to zero, all are calamities and miracles as I interpret them."

—The scale and power of the [Karma Crown] may be insufficient compared to other creations that have been built for a long time, but the "Singularity" has never been a thing of reason —they only differ in the scope of their powers.

Just like the core of a perpetual motion machine, the entire hive could almost suffer a major power outage due to a seemingly absurd but very real reason such as "the output bus being cut off"—the power of [Possibility Convergence] may not be able to directly affect the core, but when it exerts its influence on certain minor aspects, it can cause the Foundation a lot of headaches.

"Did you understand?" The fox tilted its head.

The flames remained silent, so Ai lowered his altitude slightly, floating closer and closer to him.

He began to gently mention some topics unrelated to the current situation: "In my hometown, some people categorize good and evil, fortune and misfortune, into a closed system and believe that they are equivalent and have a fixed total amount—naive people believe that good deeds bring good fortune and evil deeds bring disaster, but in any world, reality is always sadly the opposite."

Ai said slowly, her tone patient and sincere, "Kindness is a question. Only ugly desires are eternally high and decadent spirits are like rotting trees falling to the ground. You are used to this, but I find it disgusting."

He turned around with his hands behind his back, looking down at the black earth beneath him and the shadows still crawling in the distance. His voice was soft and gentle, his demeanor compassionate yet sacred: "Those who cannot stand all this, those who cannot adapt to all this, are either wrong themselves, or the world is wrong—"

The next instant, Ai suddenly raised his head, his figure flashing in front of the spirit, his eyes almost touching the raging flames—his expression was almost ferocious, as if arrogance and madness rising from the white hole, constantly expanding in endless proliferation.

He said softly, "But I can't be wrong."

—Only I can't be wrong.

"Only I have seen the true, correct way"—what a healthy world should look like. It's a scene that you pathetic wretches on the ruins can't even imagine, can't even dream of. Only I have seen it, and only I can understand it!

—A person who has never seen the light cannot even define the essence of "darkness," just as a person who has been blind since childhood cannot understand color, nor can they understand the difference between "black" and "nothingness."

this is not right.

"So, since I can't be wrong, then you are wrong! You, all of humanity, the whole world! A bunch of rebellious children who defy the Father of Light! You wretches! You children who died in the cradle of civilization before even welcoming the pastoral era. I will not allow you to take root in the darkness—I will not allow your rot to sprout."

Ai said, enunciating each word clearly: "I want you all to get behind me."

"The path I have walked is marked by radiance and love—I want you to understand hope."

The next instant, he stretched his palm into the blazing flames. Regardless of the sizzling flesh and skin, the black mud and ash trying to protect his body, but being stopped by Ai's own consciousness, he plunged his glass-like arm into the deepest part of the spirit body, and then tightly grasped the invisible structures marked with fine cracks.

The body, reshaped by the principle of metamorphosis, is a vibrant color like rose crimson, with thick, ointment-like blood flowing from the withered, cracked skin—the flames bring an almost unbearable stinging pain, followed by a terrifying resistance as if traveling through the mantle.

—Just a little bit more—

Ai had already seen the "cockpit" so close, and that almost unguarded, naked consciousness—he took a deep breath, and then slammed his head against the wall of flames.

"I'm trying to induce—induce, huh? Why can't I get in?!"

A third-stage Grand Judge, his spiritual defenses were still too strong—you really had to squeeze in to find you couldn't get in. Ai was now half-stuck in the middle of the flames, the surging red liquid barely contained in the vessel.

"Just a little bit more—"

Being stuck in this place is really uncomfortable. Ai was just about to yell at Gray Mist and Black Mud to get rough—but in the next second...

A slender arm suddenly reached out from the curtain of fire in front of them, grabbed the fox's arm, and lightly tossed him inside.

"Hmm?"

Before he could even see what was inside, a pair of cold hands covered his eyes—Ai opened his mouth, and ripples suddenly appeared in his red liquid.

[Hissing Technique] A familiar voice rang in his ears; it was the girl's clear voice, carrying a chill and aloofness.

The next instant, the same familiar, needle-like thorns bloomed in front of him.

"All right----"

He did not resist, and then slowly opened his eyes amidst a blinding white light.

It is again the land of vessels.

Ai looked around at the pure white sky and the boundless earth, but there seemed to be scattered patches of new green in the soil—it was different from when she last saw it, like a new world that was recovering.

At my feet was a swaying sapling—with a dark green section and a bright red section of branches growing on it.

"Tsk."

Ai hugged her tail and sat down on the spot, wiggling her ears. "It really is the Land of Vessels."

—But it's my own.

We got the first move!

The fox, feeling inexplicably guilty, raised its head:

Not far away, the "intruder" who had directly brought mystery to the arena and was about to engage in a "mind duel" with him slowly revealed his figure: there was no familiar top hat on the silver-haired girl's head, but a pair of soft silver-gray cat ears swayed on her head, and her steps were light and firm.

Veldin walked towards them in silence.

Uptown, the foundation's headquarters.

The Hall of the Continuing Parliament.

The heavy door was pushed open from the inside, and an elderly man in a suit and tie walked out with a short cane, his face gloomy. He turned around and stepped into a black hovercar parked on the side.

"Intercity elevator." He said in a deep voice to the operator in the driver's seat, as if he was trying to suppress some kind of impulse, and complex emotions were boiling in his dark pupils.

He only understood something today, about the completely unexpected developments—some seeds that may have been sown much earlier.

"Gray—" he murmured, flipping through the documents he had just acquired. These documents, obtained from the committee, had just been sealed as new [Top Secret Files].

Skipping over the irrelevant parts, he looked at the most important part of the information.

[Year 2071 of the Primordial Era, Class 4, Grade 4, Trinity College, Outstanding Graduate of the 52nd Term of Integrated Mysticism]

Below is a name that looks very unfamiliar:

Ayin

Next comes a simple document:

[————Graduation research topic: "Quantification and Transfer of Emotional Media"—Evaluated as a high-value technology, I was assigned to the Research Department of the Upper City Countermeasures Bureau after graduation. During my tenure, I voluntarily transferred to Lower City due to work reasons.]

[Approver: Thiev]

[File Closed: Subject Ain — Found dead suddenly in the research lab on X day at X hour. Cause of death: soul dissolution. Age: 23. The research he left behind is at a bottleneck stage and has now been transferred to other research groups. Currently, only the quantification of negative energy can be achieved, and no other breakthroughs have been achieved. The deceased's file has been sealed and entered into the database.]

Next, continue.

[Technological Breakthrough: "Negative Energy" was successfully materialized. Based on this new technology, the Foundation packaged Hallownest's redundant malice into an intangible substance, and the prototype of the "Purge" plan was born—subsequently, despite opposition, the final decision-maker to approve the plan was: Tieff.]

He squinted, his aged body leaning weakly against the cushion behind him.

A year ago, some changes began to occur in the suburbs.

—Then there's the strange esoteric sect that's newly emerged in the suburbs.

—The Calamity of Ashes.

—The new singularity technology, which seems to have been born from the "topics" in the data, is infinitely more profound than that, and even its great creation has already taken shape.

"Why----"

Olivia sighed softly, "The remnants of restorationism—they've actually climbed to this position, and even found such channels and means."

—Ain, or rather, Ash.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this taboo being who could be communicated with and perhaps even subdued has now become someone that even the Foundation has to treat with respect. The "ambiguous" attitude expressed by the committee in the meeting just now may have already revealed a lot.

—The clash of ideas is everywhere, and the seats in the Supreme Council have been constantly changing over the past few decades. Although the Foundation is bloated, it is not completely rotten—they are at least still trying to make internal changes.

Although the "right wing" prevailed in this era, perhaps one or two of those old-timers still had the flame passed down from the Council era burning in their hearts. The birth of the new "wings" gave them a glimpse of the possibility of rebirth.

Starting today, the landscape of Lolanda Hallownest is truly about to undergo a dramatic change.

A storm is brewing—

"I hope it's a positive change." The old man took a deep breath.

—But no matter how you look at it, the frustration of being tricked by both outsiders and your own people is hard to dispel in a short time. —Grey earned the Foundation's respect honestly and fairly through his own efforts, but there's one guy who's really infuriating.

"Tief".

He chuckled dryly twice, "You bastard."

Countermeasures Bureau, Director's Office.

Lying limply on the high-backed chair, which was far too large for its size, the emerald fairy fluttered its thin wings and suddenly sneezed softly—"Chirp!"

For fairies, physical reactions often correspond to a kind of inspiration.

"————"

Tief rested her chin on her hand, sighed dejectedly, and then said in a soft, delicate voice, "Fou doesn't know anything~"