Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

"In other words, if Otto's move this time did not pose any threat or provide any challenge to Walter, then he has not undergone any training at all."

Su Qing'an understood the implication.

Assuming the two are willing to proceed according to the original timeline, they can simply watch Joyce die without caring about anything concerning him.

But what if we were to face an entropy reversal caused by the survival of the other party, and most likely led by them?

The maturity and stability of this first Herrscher are very important. He needs to endure the pain and torment of tempering his will and refine himself to the point that he can cut off the sharpness of the Herrscher's personality without the help of Feather Dust.

Extreme events like life-or-death battles might become the corresponding opportunity.

However, the magnitude of the impact predicted by the Red Iris Immortal and Otto is clearly different. If she wanted to, she could crush the entire Europe at the altitude she is at before her private jet, and she could also reach the Shard in London in a few seconds in the China region.

In other words, Fu Hua can not only eliminate all the methods the opponent is currently using without taking damage, but also, with the clock now at 1:25, she can easily arrive at the Shard Tower before the next minute to avert Lisser's death.

But once that happens, given Otto's personality, it's completely impossible for him to take action against him again.

Unless hardship is deliberately created, the future is indeed too smooth a road.

The many events that this First Herrscher has not experienced may pose a risk of him becoming corrupted in the future.

Therefore, if the situation can be salvaged from any dire circumstances, observing for a while is indeed a better decision.

Su Qing'an had no objection to this, and he responded:

“I just saw through the [Stigmata] that the Black Abyss is in the hands of that Soul Steel Body. As long as we get that half of the Divine Key, resurrection will not be difficult.”

"The only problem is that since I had never met those people beforehand, if the remains are too badly damaged, it could easily lead to some unnecessary accidents."

The Crimson Kite Immortal handed over a feather, saying:

"This contains comprehensive data on the bodies of Dr. Tesla, Dr. Einstein, and Joyce."

"Now, you can create a corresponding body out of thin air using only this."

Su Qing'an accepted it and nodded in agreement.

Power is the authority of the gods, a power that involves rules.

Even before their wedding, the value of their soul essence was already sufficient to elevate the use of power to another level.

For some warriors, powers like the Black Abyss White Flower may simply be excellent and powerful weapons.

But for Su Qing'an, this was the authority of the Creator.

If Fuxi, through the manifestation of his own soul, could reach the point where he could contain the soul of a civilization, thus forging a silent brilliance and grandeur.

Su Qing'an can now sequence the genes of all species into records, creating a terrifying spectacle of a divine kingdom on earth with the permission of one person.

But... it's boring and scary.

The boy's [Nian] felt a silent disgust and dislike for this inhuman manipulation of rules and power. He continued to hope to respect life in the world and to view this world with gentleness.

Whether it's ascending to a higher dimension or the excessive use of power, it all forces us to be pulled to higher and farther levels and realms.

Just as a colossus that can cover an entire star with a single hand cannot perceive tiny creatures, so too does a human being not feel joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness about the life or death of the bacteria within their own body—it is a neglect and indifference etched into the very soul.

Su Qing'an didn't want that; he didn't want to gradually become someone who wasn't himself anymore.

Therefore, even matters of life and death within the insignificant species of humanity are approached with caution and seriousness, and he strives not to use this ability to the point of abuse.

Su Qing'an lowered his eyes, gazing at the wings that were gradually moving away from the white clouds, and said softly:

"If an accident happens, people who shouldn't have died will die because of it."

"I will take responsibility."

10. Crimson Iris Immortal, Star of Eden.

AM: 1:37 PM.

The Shard.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

The First Herrscher is bathed in radiance, standing atop the tower.

This is the tallest building in the entire city of London, with a height of 300 meters, enough to overlook many scenic spots.

Normally, standing on the open-air 72nd floor, one can overlook the scenery of London within a 60-mile radius, including landmark buildings, as well as the Thames River, HMS Belfast, and Tower Bridge in the distance.

The man's clothes swayed in the wind as he stood silently and sorrowfully in the void, atop the top of the usable core section of the building. Looking down, he saw a simple frame structure, its entire body resembling a cone-shaped spire.

Even the irregular, sharp edges and the sharp ridges at the top, along with the First Herrscher who lost her beloved, are bathed in the radiance, silently shining brightly.

But this expansive view, enough to overlook the entire city, could not offer him any comfort or solace.

The man looked down at the girl in his arms. The strong wind in the sky howled and swayed her skirt, brushing over the open wound, passing over her eyes that had lost all their former smiles and were now filled with grayness, and making her long, curled eyelashes tremble slightly.

Cool and soft.

Hollow, fragile.

The First Herrscher caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance mingled with the chill of the wind, like a morning glory slowly withering in an ice bucket dripping with blood, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

Even though the large amount of blood flowing from the girl's body had soaked her sleeves and embrace, it was drying on her body over time, forming a scarlet painting.

But Joyce could no longer smell the real blood. He looked down at the purple patterns slowly spreading on her face. His mottled and broken rationality, like grease rolling in the fireplace, gradually seeped into the surface of the firewood, fueling the expansion of something and showing a raging fire.

The First Herrscher destroyed that Soul Steel Doll.

Even though they saw the enemy's only remaining "flesh and blood".

Within this personality, which has been swept away by sorrow and pain and turned into a blank slate, the hatred and anger that surge like a tsunami still cannot be stopped in the slightest.

Destruction, slaughter, annihilation, death...

The collapsing will is like a constantly shrinking shackle, gradually stripping away any room for resistance in the subconscious, leaving no space for survival.

At the same time, Walter felt as if whispers were resounding in his heart, as if a thousand different voices were overlapping into a single line, telling of the beauty and tenderness of the world.

But these voices are so insignificant in the ocean of negative emotions that they are like a grain of sand, merely causing ripples before disappearing without a trace.

“Aiyin…”

"Destruction, humanity..."

Joyce murmured to himself as he glanced down at the world below.

Not long ago, the Honkai detectors installed inside the Shard Tower broke through the set threshold range due to the awakening and gradual loss of control of the First Herrscher. The alarm bells, which indicated danger, began to sound in the area from the 1st to the 72nd floor, signaled by the large-scale spraying of water from the fire alarm.

All tourists, guests, and other personnel are being evacuated under the pretext of a fire, crowding at the two elevator entrances and other passageways as they attempt to escape this magnificent, large "secret room."

If the First Herrscher were willing, even without using her powers to recreate any dangerous weapons, her innate authority to control Honkai energy would be enough to unleash shockwaves or energy fields, destroying the load-bearing parts of buildings and causing the annihilation of thousands of lives.

And that's exactly what happened.

The man's blood seemed to boil and surge, merging into the Herrscher core, which was like a DNA sequence. From every corner of his body, the unique aura and stance of the Herrscher were reviving, constantly drawing large amounts of Honkai energy from the imaginary space to fill his body and even the surrounding space.

This once extremely kind and herbivorous young man has shed his former gentleness and exudes an aura of extreme danger, like a demon king.

At this moment, Joyce was not standing there dumbfounded. He was following the infinitely expanding malice in his heart, intending to destroy this iconic building in one fell swoop and spread the war to this peaceful and prosperous city, destroying everything he saw and heard.

This is the Lawyer.

This is a true apostle of God, unbound by any moral principles.

The man's Honkai energy domain was like a patchwork of colors painted across the heavens and earth, expanding into an arc-shaped domain of about a hundred miles. His vision was clearly distinguished from that of ordinary people, taking in many details.

Whether it's the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the bright sky and the harmonious city, or even individual faces, everything is incredibly clear in my perception.

Joyce silently cradled Ain's remains in his right hand. He looked up at the sunlit city, which resembled a painting. As the colors in his vision changed, the Honkai energy field was rapidly shrinking inward. The intense Qi of heaven and earth flowed obediently into his palm from the slight raising of his left hand, like a melody controlled by a conductor, condensing into a purple, colorful sphere.

The Herrscher's instincts told him that at this moment, using his powers was far less convenient than simply squandering Honkai energy.

However, as the Honkai energy concentration rapidly increased, the corpse in the man's arms suddenly accelerated its transformation. The purple patterns seemed to be encouraged and urged on, spreading to the girl's fair neck in the increasingly suitable environment, and showing a tendency to crystallize and fill the missing flesh in the cavity of her chest.

"Ai...Yin?"

Joyce's gray eyes flickered with emotion, and a moment of blankness crossed his expressionless face. He instinctively manipulated the condensed matter in his palm, causing it to dissipate like a dissipating storm, blowing away all the high concentration of Honkai energy in the vicinity.

But then, even stronger emotions and will filled the cracks in his personality again, eventually dragging him into a dark abyss, where he could no longer stir up any more waves.

The man, disregarding whether the corpse in his arms would become a suicide soldier, once again condensed terrifying waves of Honkai energy. In an instant, the tip of the tower beneath his feet shattered cleanly with the shockwave, and countless pieces of glass fell from a height of three hundred meters. Under the bright sunshine, this scene resembled a shattered arc of light.

Obvious.

In just one more breath, everyone inside this building will become casualties of the First Herrscher's rampage.

Just as Joyce's palm gathered light waves again, time seemed to freeze nearby. The sudden, deafening roar tore apart a large number of color blocks in his vision that symbolized the Honkai energy field, plundered his control over the Qi of heaven and earth, and extinguished the dangerous aura in his palm.

The immortal's figure seemed to have been detached from the world's timeline for a moment, and he stood in front of the First Herrscher at an incomprehensible speed, looking at her indifferently.

The girl's hair swayed in the wind, shedding its leaden gray. Her blue eyes gradually turned into a fiery and domineering rose red as she gazed at the First Herrscher, whose figure seemed frozen in place, and remained silent.

There was no trace of Honkai energy.

There is nothing about the power wavelength.

It does not involve the use of the soul.

But this immortal merely stood in the void, like an ancient giant god swallowing stars, looking down upon the heavens and the earth, regarding all things as insignificant dust.

Joyce had completely lost his mind. He could even disregard whether Ein would become a suicide soldier and continue to let the surrounding space be filled with a large amount of Honkai energy. It was clear that his remaining self was buried in endless negative emotions, leaving only the instinct to hug the corpse.

But at this moment, the Herrscher, who had gone completely berserk, became eerily quiet, like an old photograph frozen in a frame, even her breathing stopped and she didn't move at all.

A sense of oppression.

An unparalleled sense of oppression.

Like fish and shrimp pressed deep into quicksand, their bodies drained of moisture, their scales and flesh ground apart by the swirling sand, suffocating in the empty darkness, no longer even having the right to hop.

Yet, the one who exerted this oppressive influence spoke only gently and softly:

"Long time no see, Joyce."

As soon as she finished speaking, the various phenomena that had occurred because of her arrival seemed to catch up belatedly.

At this moment, the energy shockwave that stirred up the vacuum of white waves swept across the sky and earth with a clear trajectory, engulfing the building, also known as the Star-Picking Tower, which was over three hundred meters tall. It caused the building to shake violently as if it had been hit by an earthquake, emitting a myriad of roars and teetering on the verge of collapse.

The 56,000-square-meter glass curtain wall, resonating with sound waves, emitted a chilling, tooth-grinding sound. Its striking textures resembled the gradually unfolding glaze and cracks on the artwork, spreading and growing like branches, climbing from top to bottom.

The countless rumbling sounds intertwined in the heavens and earth seemed to be cheering for the arrival of the uncrowned king.

However, Fu Hua herself was somewhat dissatisfied with this, not only because she was unwilling to damage public property, but also because it meant that her control over this power was still not smooth and effortless.