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

In the heart of the Kashgar Mountains, crimson fog surges.

The golden-eyed beast lay on the ground, its huge golden pupils slightly turning as it cautiously glanced at the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the distance.

The man had been standing there all night, motionless and silent.

The golden-eyed beast didn't know what he was waiting for, but that silence was like a knife hanging over its head, ready to fall at any moment.

Suddenly, the man smiled.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, the curve wasn't large, but the golden-eyed beast could see it clearly.

Its tense muscles relaxed slightly in an instant.

A smile means you're in a good mood.

Being in a good mood means you're safe for the time being.

Wang Wei was indeed in a good mood.

Under the light, everything in the Southwest Base was clearly visible.

Old Tian stood before the empty gate of the morgue, his perpetually calm face now filled with terror, anger, and disbelief.

"Where's my corpse?!"

The heart-wrenching wail pierced through the light and reached Wang Wei's ears.

He chuckled and shook his head slightly.

He had already completely plundered the hundreds of millions of corpses in the Corpse Cave.

"Anyway, Lao Tian wouldn't want to use it," Wang Wei said in a low voice.

Wang Wei felt that by devouring those corpse monsters, he had fulfilled their greatest value.

It's better than letting it rot underground forever.

He suppressed his smile and glanced at the golden-eyed beast crawling on the ground.

"Little Black, continue."

The golden-eyed beast tilted its head, a hint of confusion flashing in its golden pupils.

"Little Black?" It didn't understand the meaning of that name.

But it understood the word "continue".

Continue the attack, continue the charade, and continue to advance according to plan.

"roar--"

The golden-eyed beast let out a deep roar, the sound waves spreading outward from the heart of the Kashgar Mountains.

Within the cracks in the mountain, the beast tide, which had already slowed down, surged once more.

High-level alien beasts surged out from the depths of the rift, and lightning, frost, crimson mist, wind blades... all sorts of strange phenomena intertwined to create a scene of apocalypse.

Wang Wei stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the direction of Jiangnan City.

All six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom must also undergo a baptism.

Only in this way can Chen Junjie's image as a "prophet" be deeply ingrained in everyone's mind.

Only in this way can we dispel some people's doubts about Chen Junjie.

After all, the league's top management isn't all fools!

If you're going to act, you have to go all the way.

When everyone is grateful for Chen Junjie's kindness, when the "Prophet" becomes a pillar of strength for all humanity...

That's when the backstabbing will be more painful, more thorough, and leave no one with nowhere to escape.

.........

Another world, a black wasteland.

The figure of the Purple God disappeared into the portal, and the sky returned to its oppressive purplish-red hue.

Qian Mengxun remained kneeling in place, her forehead covered in cold, black shavings.

After a moment, she slowly stood up.

She looked up and glanced around.

Those strangely dressed natives—the white-haired old men, the women in dark red clothes, and the groups of three or five people—still knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed to the ground, barely daring to breathe.

Those high-level alien beasts that once ravaged the human world now lay on the ground like docile domestic dogs.

Qian Mengxun suddenly smiled.

That smile held a sense of relief, a sense of triumph, and a kind of unbridled joy after rebounding from rock bottom.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and imitated the condescending, nonchalant tone of the Purple God:

"I am the guardian of this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man knelt down first, his voice hoarse but respectful:

"Greetings, Guards!"

"Greetings, Guards!"

Countless sounds surged in from all directions, merging into a deep, resonant wave.

Qian Mengxun slowly turned her gaze, looking down at the kneeling figures.

The humiliation, fear, and despair that Wang Wei had just brought her were completely washed away at this moment.

She is the guardian of the Seventh Purgatory, the ruler of this world!

She looked up.

The purple sky hung low like a canopy, and the black wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of grass, trees, or any trace of life.

A wind blew from afar, carrying the smells of sulfur and decay, and stirred her red dress.

It's so desolate.

Qian Mengxun frowned slightly, withdrew her gaze, and focused it on the strange beasts around the natives.

Thunder Beast, Frost Beast, Crimson Mist Beast...

She murmured to herself, "These are the monstrous beasts that invade humanity..."

The white-haired old man trembled and hurriedly said, "Lord Jiewei, we can send all the calamity beasts back to Purgatory, so they will never set foot in that world again—"

"No need," Qian Mengxun interrupted him directly.

The white-haired old man was stunned. He opened his mouth, but dared not say anything more.

Qian Mengxun offered no explanation. She stood there, recalling the sword strike Wang Wei had unleashed in the Tower of Tribulation.

When those high-level beasts saw him, they trembled and retreated as if they had seen their natural enemy.

Qian Mengxun's pupils suddenly contracted, and a flash of light went through her mind.

"Wang Wei... is the source of this disaster," she murmured to herself.

"He foresaw the catastrophe—not because he could deduce it, but because he was the one who created it. His invincibility, the powers he wielded—were not innate, not awakened; he stole them from the Seventh Purgatory!"

Her speech became faster and faster, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"He's been here. He took the essence of the Calamity Force. He can even control monstrous beasts!"

"The monstrous beasts that wreak havoc on humanity, attack bases, and sweep across the globe are all under his control!"

Qian Mengxun's body began to tremble slightly.

"If we pin this blame on Wang Wei, he will be the sinner of the whole world."

Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

The charges she had previously fabricated against Wang Wei—refusing to disclose information about the catastrophe, devouring his own people to enhance his abilities, refusing to accept Chinese citizens while harboring foreign ability users, and killing ordinary migrants…

These charges may seem serious, but they don't affect everyone.

But this time is different.

If Wang Wei was responsible for all the catastrophes, disasters, and strange beasts, then he is the enemy of all mankind.

Qian Mengxun laughed, a particularly happy laugh, like a scarlet flower blooming alone on a black wasteland.

Outside the door, the door behind the girl in the white dress slowly closed.

This Purple Celestial God appeared in a very stable spatial passage.

She glanced behind her, then flew straight ahead along the spatial passage.

In just a moment, the girl in the white dress leaped out of the passage.

Before me lay a silent starry sky.

There was no atmosphere, no wind, and no sound.

Beneath my feet lies the surface of a dead star, a gray-black rock riddled with cracks and craters.

The distant stars emitted a dim red light, turning the entire earth a rusty color.

There is no thermal activity inside the star, the core has long been cooled, and the magnetic field is almost non-existent.

This is a completely abandoned planet, where even microorganisms cannot survive.

But in the starry sky, a huge starship floats.

The ship is dark purple all over and has sharp edges.

The ship's hull surface has no welds and is as smooth as a single piece of carved amethyst.

Only dark gold patterns flowed slowly across the surface of the ship.

The girl in the white dress walked barefoot through the void and flew towards the starship.

The ship's door slid open silently.

Behind the door was a short passageway, with a faint fragrance in the air.

Inside the ship's cabin, four or five people were sitting around a light table.

There were two boys and three girls, all of whom looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

They saw the girl in the white dress return, and the silver-clad boy looked up. "Zi Bai, have you dealt with the anomaly in the Seventh Purgatory? Miss is still waiting for us to return."

Zi Bai entered the cabin, and the floating light gate closed silently behind her.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she carefully considered her words: "The Tower of Calamity inside Purgatory is severely damaged, and the Tower of Tribulation has also been significantly affected."

She paused, then said, "I need a whole ounce of primordial energy liquid to repair myself."

Inside the cabin, everyone was somewhat surprised.

A girl in a blue dress asked with a hint of confusion, "So troublesome? Was it done by the sinners from purgatory?"

Zi Bai's expression stiffened slightly, but she tried to sound nonchalant: "It's probably because it's been too long. We don't go there much, so it's probably just natural wear and tear."

There was a moment of silence in the cabin. The group exchanged glances, seemingly accepting the explanation.

The Seventh Purgatory was originally a place of exile, so it's not surprising that its infrastructure had fallen into disrepair over the years.

"Then hurry up," the girl in the blue dress urged impatiently. "If Miss finds out about this, we'll be in big trouble."

Zi Bai nodded repeatedly: "I'll go and take care of it right away."

She turned and walked toward the storage room deep inside the ship.

Zi Bai walked to the innermost part and took out a transparent container the size of a test tube.

The liquid in the container was a pure purple, as thick as melted amethyst.

"Original Energy Liquid." Zi Bai stared at the test tube in his hand and murmured these four words.

Zi Bai took a deep breath, put the test tube into his sleeve, and returned to the cabin.

"Zi Bai, don't waste time," the silver-clad youth reminded him, "Miss's training session ends this afternoon."

"I understand," Zi Bai nodded.

She stepped out of the starship and onto the gray surface of that dead star once more.

Zi Bai, holding the test tube in her sleeve, stepped into the spatial passage.

Inside the spatial passage, Zi Bai stopped in her tracks.

"This energy... is enough for me to create an avatar."