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

While the battle raged in Jiangnan City, a group of superhumans stood ready in Tianhai City, a thousand miles away.

On the city defenses of Tianhai City, Chen Junjie and his army of superhumans have already been stationed.

Originally, Chen Junjie led everyone to support Jiangnan City, but they changed course and came to Tianhai Base instead.

Among the allied forces, Gangzi stared at the empty wilderness outside the city and muttered to himself, "Uncle, if we don't go, can Jiangnan City hold out?"

"Believe in the Prophet," Shi Lei uttered three words.

That's what he said, but Shi Lei's expression was very solemn.

The prophet foretold that the beast tide in Jiangnan City would last for five days, and then invade Tianhai City.

These people were stationed here in advance as instructed.

But... the beast tide lasts for five days. Can the tens of thousands of superhumans in Jiangnan City hold out against it?

Or perhaps... the Prophet has already voluntarily abandoned the Jiangnan base...?

Shi Lei wasn't the only one with this thought; the expressions of the other ability users in Tianhai City all seemed somewhat unnatural.

Chen Junjie stood alone at the highest point of the city wall, the wind blowing the hem of his clothes.

He had been standing there for a long time, motionless.

No one dared to approach and disturb them.

He received the message from Wang Wei on his way there; it was brief but carried immense weight.

The Jiangnan Base, Tianhai Base, Shangjing Base, and Northeast Base successively endured the five-day beast tide baptism.

Then it broke out globally, and the four major calamity nests sprang forth.

That will be the most difficult time for humanity.

Chen Junjie closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

According to Wang Wei's plan, all bases must experience despair, all survivors must be pushed to their limits, and then "he" will appear at the most opportune moment.

Now that things have come to this, Chen Junjie has figured it out.

This is a script, a script written by Wang Wei. He is just an "actor" standing in the spotlight.

But right now, can the defenses of Jiangnan City withstand the beast tide's attack for five days?

Chen Junjie wasn't sure either.

But he still chose to believe Wang Wei.

That kind of blind, reckless trust, after countless prophecies have come true, has become an instinct ingrained in our bones.

The prophet must have had his reasons for making such arrangements.

He only needs to listen and do as instructed.

Chen Junjie turned his gaze toward the Jiangnan base.

Now he only needs to wait quietly for the beast tide to arrive!

.......

Another world, the Death Star.

Purple light permeated the space passage.

Zi Bai sat cross-legged, with a purple ball of light formed from primordial energy floating in front of her.

A human silhouette is gradually solidifying.

From blurry to clear, from shadowy to real.

First the bones, then the muscles, and finally the skin—a face exactly like the purple and white one.

Zi Bai kept his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The process of splitting the sea of ​​consciousness, injecting consciousness, and synchronizing perception is the most painful stage in creating an avatar.

"Freeze!"

She gave a low shout, and the clone's eyes snapped open.

Those eyes were exactly the same as hers—deep purple, with nebulae seemingly swirling in their pupils.

Then, Zi Bai also opened his eyes.

The main body and its clone locked eyes.

The exact same expression, the exact same breathing rate.

One thought, two bodies; thoughts synchronized; perceptions shared; even heartbeats in unison.

Purple and white stretched out their hands, and their clone also stretched out their hands. The two hands gently touched in the void, fingertips touching fingertips.

"It's done." Zi Bai's lips curled up slightly.

The main body and the clone rose at the same time, stood side by side, and walked towards the end of the passage.

The portal to Purgatory slowly opened, revealing the crimson canopy of the Seventh Purgatory.

Qian Mengxun stood in front of the second stone tower, looking disheveled and anxious.

She tried countless times to enter the other stone towers, but all attempts failed.

"Once you become a Guardian, you will no longer be accepted by other Stone Towers." The calm voice of the purple-white figure came down from mid-air.

Qian Mengxun suddenly looked up.

Two figures, one purple and one white, stood suspended in mid-air.

A white dress, barefoot, treading on the void, the same face, the same aura.

Qian Mengxun blinked, unable to distinguish which was the real body and which was the clone.

"Thump—"

She knelt down immediately, her forehead touching the ground, her voice respectful to the point of humility: "Greetings, Purple Heaven God."

Zi Bai nodded slowly, his gaze falling on Qian Mengxun with a hint of scrutiny.

After a moment, she spoke, her tone indifferent: "Ambitious, but lacking in experience."

"Thank you for your guidance, God Zitian." Qian Mengxun bowed her head, her voice filled with gratitude and flattery, without a trace of dissatisfaction.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zi Bai's eyes.

This woman is flexible and knows how to be patient and knows when to back down.

If he hadn't been born into a small world, he probably could have achieved something great.

"Have you been waiting long?" Zi Bai withdrew her gaze. "Come with me. I'll let you fulfill your wish while we're at it."

"No rush." ​​Qian Mengxun's expression brightened, and she quickly said, "It's just letting him live for another half a day."

Zi Bai chuckled softly: "What's half a day here would be more than thirty days in your world."

Qian Mengxun's smile froze on her face.

The two worlds have different time flow rates?

She spent less than a day in the Seventh Purgatory, while more than a month had passed in the human world?

"Let's go." Zi Bai didn't explain further and simply raised her hand and gestured.

The stone tower suddenly glowed, and a dimensional gate slowly unfolded in the void.

Zi Bai stepped into the boundary gate, his clone following closely behind.

Qian Mengxun took a deep breath, a near-crazy smile appearing on her lips.

"Wang Wei, I'm here."

She took a step and followed without hesitation.

The gate slowly closed behind her, and the crimson sky returned to calm.

..........

The images on the electronic screens in the global base's underground living quarters brought tears to everyone's eyes.

Over the course of a month, the prophet Chen Junjie not only resolved the crisis in the six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom,

Under his command, the Human Alliance army also repelled the all-out attack from the four lairs of the Calamity Beasts.

Kashgar Mountains, Soli Deep Sea, Mongke Desert, Holy Mountain

On every battlefield, he appeared at the most crucial moment, like a ray of light piercing the darkness.

"Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the Prophet!"

"......"

In the screen,

In the Kashgar Mountains, countless strange beasts hastily fled back to the crevices, and the crimson mist surged like the last struggle of a dying person.

The deep sea of ​​Soli was filled with the corpses of strange beasts, and the black blood had stained the entire sea black.

In the Munch Desert, the yellow sand was stained dark red with blood, and severed limbs were scattered among the dunes.

The snow on the sacred mountain had been melted by the smoke and blood mist, and the foot of the mountain was piled with broken ice armor and scales, like a hill built of corpses.

The world's four major sources of disaster have all been driven back.

"Long live the Prophet!"

In the underground living area of ​​the capital, images of Chen Junjie are displayed on electronic screens.

His clothes were still stained with undried blood, but his back was ramrod straight and his eyes were piercing.

Cheers crashed against the concrete walls like a tsunami, penetrating the ground and reaching the sky.

"Long live the Prophet! Long live the Prophet!"

Countless people shouted in unison, hugged each other, and cried and laughed.

All the fear, despair, and pain of losing loved ones that had been building up for a month transformed into worship of that one person at that moment.

On the screen, Chen Junjie gently raised his hand.

The cheers abruptly stopped.

Ten thousand people held their breath.

"Humanity will prevail." He slowly uttered the four words.

"Humanity will prevail!"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

Every base around the world, every survivor's gathering place, erupted with the same roar at the same time.

In the heart of the Kashgar Mountains, Wang Wei's lips curled into a slight smile.

Under the reflection, all of this can be seen.

"That's about it."

He turned his head and looked at the golden-eyed beast lying on the ground.

"Go and propose the 'deal terms'."