I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

But less than a moment after Wang Wei left, a terrifying and suffocating consciousness descended upon this world.

Above the celestial canopy, from the deeper depths of the crimson sky, from the true dome of this world.

Everyone on the Black Wasteland felt that consciousness at the same instant.

It wasn't the feeling of being watched, nor the feeling of being perceived, but rather being crushed—like an ant being stepped on by an invisible foot, not even daring to think of struggling.

Those strangely dressed people, including the white-haired old man, all knelt down.

It wasn't voluntary; it was that my body was out of control.

His knees slammed into the black debris, his forehead pressed against the ground, his whole body trembled, and he even had to breathe carefully.

The beasts fared even worse, lying on the ground with their tails tucked tightly together, emitting low whimpers.

A portal opened up in the crimson sky.

Like a curtain, it slowly opens from the middle.

Behind the door was a deep, purplish-black void, a chilling emptiness.

A young girl walked out of the door.

She was barefoot, wearing a white dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and her face was so exquisitely beautiful that she seemed unreal.

Her eyes were deep purple, and it seemed as if nebulae were swirling in her pupils.

Each step she took seemed to be on empty air, yet ripples of pale purple appeared beneath her feet, like lotus flowers blooming.

She looked very young, around seventeen or eighteen years old.

But the aura emanating from her was heavier than the entire black wasteland combined.

The girl slowly landed in front of the stone tower, her bare feet stepping on the black debris without making a sound.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the people crawling on the ground as if she were examining a pile of stones.

Her gaze finally settled on the original location of the first stone tower.

It's empty now, there's nothing there.

"What happened?" the girl asked.

Her voice was clear and crisp, even with a hint of languor.

But beneath that languidness lies an aura of authority that commands respect.

The white-haired old man raised his head with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Greetings...Greetings to the Purple Heaven God."

"Where's the Disaster Tower?" the girl asked casually.

For a moment, no one knew how to answer.

You looked at me, I looked at you, and neither of us dared to speak.

"Sigh." The girl sighed softly, a sense of superiority and disappointment towards the ants in her heart. "Sinners, you really are a bunch of useless trash."

She lightly tapped her jade-like finger.

A purple light flew from her fingertip and landed on a stone tower. Then the second, the third, the fourth... all eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and the dark golden runes danced wildly, like a machine that had been activated.

In mid-air, a huge image slowly unfolded.

It's not just a simple visual, but a "flashback" of past scenes.

Like a fragment extracted from the stone tower's own memory, it is like a mirror, reflecting everything that happened in the past.

Qian Mengxun stumbled out of the boundary and entered the Tower of Tribulation, climbing up level by level...

Then, Wang Wei appeared and entered the Disaster Tower.

The runes on the Disaster Tower lit up layer by layer, more than twice as fast as Qian Mengxun's.

The ninth level of the Disaster Tower lights up. The Disaster Tower disappears.

Wang Wei stood in the open space.

The Tower of Tribulation lit up. Qian Mengxun emerged from the Tower of Tribulation, dressed in a long red dress, full of vigor and confidence.

Then—Wang Wei entered the Tower of Trials.

The tower-slaying runes lit up instantly.

The lights on floors one through nine lit up in succession...

Wang Wei swung his sword, and Qian Mengxun fell.

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The girl's expression gradually changed from languid to curious, and finally she began to scrutinize him.

A cold glint flashed in her deep purple pupils.

"How dare you!" Her voice remained calm. "You actually dared to kill the guard."

She lowered her head, glanced at Qian Mengxun lying on the black debris, and slowly reached out her hand.

A purple light flew from her palm, lifting Qian Mengxun's body and suspending it in mid-air.

Qian Mengxun's body trembled slightly.

Then, her eyes opened.

In those pupils, first came confusion, then shock, and finally disbelief.

"I...I'm not dead?" Qian Mengxun looked at her hands and the dark gold patterns on her body that had faded, her voice trembling.

The girl looked at her arrogantly, a slight smile playing on her lips, a hint of disdain yet an air of self-righteousness: "In the Seventh Purgatory, how can a traitor die without my permission?"

Qian Mengxun trembled all over.

She looked at the girl in front of her, who looked much younger than her. Her deep purple eyes were devoid of any emotion, but the condescending indifference reminded her of Wang Wei.

But he's even colder than Wang Wei.

Wang Wei's coldness is an indifference that comes from seeing through everything, while the girl's coldness is—you don't even have the right to be looked at by her.

Qian Mengxun's legs went weak, and she knelt down, her forehead touching the ground: "Thank you... thank you so much for saving my life, my lord."

The girl nodded gently: "Tell me, what's the background of the man who killed you?"

Qian Mengxun's eyes suddenly lit up.

She knew her chance had come.

The girl before her was far beyond her comprehension; even as a member of the Robbery Guard, she was like dust in front of her.

She raised her head, carefully considered her words, and then poured out everything about her world—the Alliance, humanity, the cataclysm, the awakening of superpowers, and Wang Wei's abilities.

Of course, she didn't forget to embellish the story, describing Wang Wei as a frog in a well who lords it over others in a lower world.

The girl remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

"Did he awaken an invincible domain?" the girl asked.

"Yes!" Qian Mengxun nodded quickly. "He calls himself a 'safe house'—within his domain, all attacks will fail."

The girl chuckled softly. Her laughter carried the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey.

"According to your description," the girl said slowly, "his so-called invincible domain is at best just good luck in mastering some kind of primordial power."

She paused, a glint of light flashing in her deep purple pupils.

"Interesting. To gain a source of power for free, this is such a good thing, it's my turn now."

Upon hearing this, Qian Mengxun was overjoyed.

She raised her head and cautiously suggested, "My lord, why don't you just charge in and seize his source power..."

Qian Mengxun's heart, which had been completely desperate, was rekindled.

The girl's appearance showed her endless possibilities!

"No." The girl shook her head. "According to your description, your world is too fragile to withstand the power of my true form. If I were to descend directly, the space of that world would collapse instantly."

Qian Mengxun's expression darkened.

In this way, Wang Wei can live for a long time.

"However—" the girl changed the subject, a slight smile playing on her lips, "I'll create an avatar, and then I can enter through it."

Qian Mengxun's eyes lit up: "My lord, how long will it take you to create your clone?"

"Half a day." The girl held up a finger and waved it in front of Qian Mengxun. "At that time, I will personally capture him and strip him of his original power. You can do whatever you want with him."

Qian Mengxun's body trembled violently.

She's finally getting to this day...

"Thank you, my lord!" Qian Mengxun kowtowed repeatedly.

The girl didn't say anything more.

She turned around, barefoot, and walked back step by step to the crimson portal.

"Remember, I am the Purple Heaven God, and you are to guard this Seventh Purgatory."

On the black wasteland, Qian Mengxun knelt on the ground, head bowed, a slow grin spreading across her face, revealing a crazed, twisted smile filled with endless hatred and anticipation.

"Purple Goddess..." she whispered, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "Half a day... Wang Wei, you only have half a day."

"I, the money-bringing boy, not only didn't die, but I also found you a god..."

.............

In the capital city of the Dragon Kingdom, all the highest-ranking human leaders gathered.

Everyone looked at Chen Junjie.

At this moment, he has become the spiritual pillar and savior of all mankind!

Just a few days ago, in the battle on Mount Saint, Chen Junjie personally took charge, reversed the situation, and saved everyone in Northern Europe.

Chen Junjie's gaze swept over everyone. "The primary target of the disaster is the Southwest Base."