Zongman: The post-2D era

She stretched out her hand, as if trying to grasp something, but it fell down weakly, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air.

Feng Feng's heart suddenly tightened, he realized that all this was not just a prophecy, but a reality that was about to happen.

He had to do something, even if it was just to prevent this disaster, even if he had to face this chaotic world alone in the end.

"Feng Feng, come back quickly, your brain waves are almost disappearing!"

The shaking of Meteora brought Feng Feng back to his senses. The blue tent, the metallic bracket, and Meteora, dressed in white, let go of his hand in front of the patterned brick floor of the park.

Meteora's fingers slid lightly across the flat screen, a sophisticated device inlaid with a high-definition display, emitting a cold blue light under the dim light in the tent.

Her fingertips rested on a file. On the screen, a brilliant band of light spanned the vast universe. One end was tightly tied to the radiant sun, and the other end gently wrapped around the azure earth.

The earth and the sun are like a clock face. Every time the earth rotates, the sun connects with the earth once like the twelve o'clock mark.

“Scientists believe that the connection between the Imperial Pillar and the sun will become increasingly clear.”

This is not just a line, it is a subtle and powerful link between the sacred pillar and the earth, and even the entire universe.

“Look,” Meteora said in a low and firm voice, her eyes seemed to penetrate the screen and look directly at the distant stars, “this line is not only a symbol of distance, but also the key to our understanding and possible intervention in future disasters.”

"The Divine Pillar is more than just a manifestation of power. It is a bridge connecting two planets and two destinies. We must find a way to use this power. Even if the hope is slim, we must not give up."

Feng Feng's eyes gradually became firm. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the anxiety and despair around him into his chest and turn it into strength to move forward.

He stood up slowly, his eyes once again fixed on the screen that was flashing with cold light. In his eyes, the band of light spanning the stars was no longer a simple connection, but a shackle that needed to be cut off urgently.

He reached out and gently touched the screen, his fingertips sliding slowly along the bright band of light. With every inch he passed, he seemed to be able to feel a call and resistance from the doomsday that he had just seen.

Finally, his finger stopped at the node where the light band met the sun, where the light was the brightest and most dangerous.

"Meteora, we have to find a way to cut off this place."

Feng Feng's voice was low and firm, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented determination.

He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the busy researchers and police officers, and an unprecedented sense of mission surged in his heart.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must not let that prophecy become a reality and we must not let this world fall into endless darkness and destruction."

Before Feng Feng finished speaking, a panicked clamor suddenly sounded outside the tent, mixed with the scientists' incredulous exclamations and the police officers' hasty warnings: "Impossible! How could Jin Yan show up so early?"

"Be careful! Keep your distance and don't let the flame touch anything flammable!"

A corner of the tent's canvas was suddenly lifted up by the sudden strong wind, and a burning breath mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur rushed in, like a foreshadowing of doomsday.

Through the gap, Feng Feng and Meteora witnessed the chaotic scene outside:

At the horizon, a thin and long crack of golden flame opened silently. The golden flame spread wantonly in the night sky like an out-of-control flood, dyeing the night into an ominous orange-red.

In the light of the fire, scientific researchers fled in panic, some tried to capture data with instruments, while others were busy evacuating the crowd, but everything seemed so powerless.

The police officers were armed with high-pressure water guns, but they were helpless against the invisible flames and could only shout in vain to maintain order.

The air was filled with despair and unwillingness, and the ever-expanding golden flame crack was gradually swallowing up the land into endless destruction.

Feng Feng and Meteora rushed out of the crumbling blue tent almost at the same time, and were greeted by a chaos of heat waves and pungent sulfur smell.

Under the cover of night, the city's outline was completely rewritten by the sudden golden flame. Every building and every street was bathed in ominous orange-red, as if the whole world was coated with a layer of doomsday light.

In the sky, the golden flame was no longer a single crack, but turned into thousands of fine threads, like the golden chrysanthemums blooming wildly in the autumn, gorgeous and deadly, slowly falling, each flower carrying enough power to burn everything.

These flames ignited as soon as they touched the ground, weaving the earth into a huge fire net, devouring all life.

Feng Feng and Meteora rushed out of the tent, their footsteps leaving a series of firm marks on the scorched earth.

Their pupils were unusually bright in the light of the fire, as if they could see through the fog of doomsday.

Looking up at the sky, the golden flame was no longer a simple flame, but turned into golden chrysanthemums flying all over the sky, each petal flashing with strange light, slowly and gracefully descending on the city, but bringing a devastating disaster.

The moment the flames touched the ground, they burst into dazzling light, engulfing everything around them, leaving behind only charred ruins and desperate gasps.

At a time when chaos and despair were intertwined, a strange light suddenly streaked across the sky - it was the Divine Pillar.

It flashed suddenly in this disaster, surrounded by colorful light, like a bridge leading to another world, standing quietly in the sea of ​​fire, unmoved.

The light was warm and mysterious, in stark contrast to the surrounding devastation. It seemed like the last ray of hope in the darkness, leading people in their search for salvation.

Feng Feng and Meteora looked at each other, with a determined light flashing in their eyes. They knew that this divine pillar was their only hope to fight against the fire of doomsday.

Feng Feng and Meteora clung to the shadow of the sacred pillar, using it as a natural barrier to avoid the golden flames that occasionally passed by.

Time seems to stand still, and every second carries the struggle of survival and the glimmer of hope.

As the earth rotated and the divine pillar slowly shifted towards the direction of the sun, the originally dense golden flames seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gradually became sparse, and the night sky began to reveal a long-lost depth.

However, the hustle and bustle of the city did not subside, but instead intensified.

The screams, cries and hurried footsteps of the crowd intertwined into a chaotic melody, which was even more miserable against the backdrop of the flames.

In the light of the fire, people's faces were twisted with fear and despair. They either ran away with their heads in their hands or supported each other, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the sea of ​​fire.

Buildings collapsed as flames engulfed them, stirring up clouds of dust that mixed with the rising smoke, blurring the vision and adding a sense of doomsday desolation.

Chapter 784: The Creator's Library

Monday, August 29

Golden flames were burning in the ruined city. Feng Feng, Bonnie and the other four looked at each other and walked into the colorful light of the Imperial God Pillar together.

A familiar figure slowly walked out from the twisted colorful cracks. It was Ain, the "time traveler" who was said to have fallen long ago.

He held the ancient scroll in his hand and looked at Chikushiin Shinkan with deep hostility:

"Zhenjian, your power comes from the human heart, but it is also bound by it. Fengfeng leads you to pursue the truth, but don't forget that everything has cause and effect. Today, I bring you a choice - use the power of time and space to reset this moment and let everything return to the starting point. Are you willing to accept it?"

After saying this, the scroll unfolded gently, and time and space seemed to stand still, waiting for everyone's decision.

A vortex of time and space suddenly arose, and Ain's words echoed in everyone's ears like thunder.

Suddenly, Zhenjian chuckled and flicked his fingertips. A strange light merged into the cracks in time and space, and he was actually trying to tamper with Ain's laws of time and space.

"I hate this filthy society, but I hate it even more when I am the only one alive in this scorched earth. I wonder what kind of people the weakest Bonnie met."

In color, someone attacked Bonnie. However, at this critical moment, a dazzling light burst out from Bonnie's body, which turned out to be the awakening of the devil fruit.

She and Sakuman Shu's figures instantly turned into streams of light, and they used the Suisui Fruit to travel through the cracks in time and space, accurately intercepting the attacks from the surroundings.

The two forces collided in the air, causing ripples in time and space. The entire Imperial God Pillar seemed to have turned into the center of the universe, causing the paths of stars to shift. A power showdown beyond imagination quietly took place on the stage of time and space.

At this time, Feng Feng was wearing ancient armor and holding a long sword that emitted a faint fluorescence. The sword was flowing with a strange energy that could counteract the recognition force attraction machine.

His eyes were like torches as he gazed into the distance, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since fate has determined this, I will use the power of the 'Two-Dimensional 萡' to reverse the fate and protect everything I love!"

After saying that, he flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing straight to the core of the recognition force attraction machine, vowing to unravel the root cause of this disaster.

The colorful space around him was endless, with all kinds of swords and lasers surrounding Feng Feng, making him look like a colorful hedgehog from a distance.

Feng Feng traveled through the bizarre rifts of time and space. The swords and lasers surrounding him were like a violent storm. Every blow made the power in his body boil.

Sweat and fragments of time and space intertwined, blurring his vision, but could not blur the firm belief in his heart.

Just when his physical strength and will were about to reach their limits, an unusual light penetrated the chaos and led him forward.

Suddenly, the view in front of me opened up. An ancient and solemn library stood quietly not far away, like an isolated island in the torrent of time and space, emitting a soft and warm light.

The library's exterior walls are made of unknown stone, and time has left mottled marks on them, but the tranquility and solemnity make people feel awe.

The door was half-open, letting in wisps of dim light, as if whispering the secrets and wisdom of the past.

Feng Feng landed lightly in front of the library. The breeze ruffled his hair on his forehead, and seemed to bring the murmur of time.

He looked up, his eyes passing through the dust of time and focused on the quaint sign - "Wanli Library".

The five characters are vigorous and powerful, as if every stroke contains endless wisdom and stories. The afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely on them, coating this quiet place with a layer of light golden glow.

The door swayed gently, making a low and long creaking sound, like the sigh of an ancient soul.

Feng Feng took a deep breath and pushed open the door. A scent mixed with old books and a faint scent of pine resin blew in his face, instantly surrounding him.

The light in the room is soft, and rows of towering bookshelves almost touch the ceiling. They are densely packed with all kinds of books. Some have yellowed covers, while others shine with a strange luster. Each book is like a portal to a different world.

Feng Feng stepped lightly on the thick carpet, taking every step with extreme caution, for fear of disturbing the peaceful sleep.

The light slanted down from the high windows, casting a soft silver gauze on the ancient library.

He walked around rows of towering bookshelves, occasionally hearing the faint sound of pages turning, like ancient whispers.

At the end of the bookshelf, a figure dressed in a white sage's robe stands quietly, like a bright light in this ocean of knowledge.

Her hair fell like a waterfall, glowing faintly silver in the dim light. She gently held a yellowed ancient book in her hands, her eyes deep and focused, as if she was having a conversation with wisdom that transcended time and space.

Meteora noticed Feng Feng's arrival, turned his head slightly, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His clear eyes flashed with wisdom and kindness, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

She closed the book gently with an elegant and solemn movement, then slowly walked towards Feng Feng. Every step she took echoed history, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this quiet space.

Meteora's voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, soft and warm: "Welcome, brave traveler Fengfeng. Please follow me, the truth and hope may be hidden in a corner of the attic."

Before she finished her words, she had stretched out her slender fingers and gently grasped Feng Feng's wrist. The strength was gentle, firm and irresistible.

The two walked side by side onto the wooden spiral staircase leading to the unknown.

The stairs spiral upwards, and each step seems to carry the weight of time, emitting a steady and rhythmic creaking sound, which forms a sharp contrast with the quiet atmosphere around it.

As the height gradually increases, the light becomes brighter and more mottled. The sunlight shining through the top windows weaves a picture of light and shadow on the spiral staircase.

Meteora gently pushed open the door of the top floor, and a warm and slightly hot air rushed towards him, as if it had instantly crossed the boundaries of time and space.

When they stepped out of the threshold, the view in front of them suddenly opened up. They saw an unusual sun hanging in the sky. It was no longer the usual gentle golden color, but a mixture of red and black, like a raging flame in a furnace, releasing a heart-pounding power.

The surface of the sun is densely covered with sunspots, like the eye of the abyss in the universe. From time to time, blazing tongues of flame burst out from it, turning into golden rain of fire, cutting through the void and heading straight for the earth.

These golden flames condensed into bundles in the air and finally gathered on a towering divine pillar. Each section of the pillar emitted colorful light, which reflected the golden flames of the setting sun, forming a series of gorgeous and dangerous bridges.

The golden flame flowed slowly along the Imperial Divine Pillar, eventually turning into a stream, penetrating the clouds and rushing straight towards the earth. Wherever it passed, the sky seemed to be torn apart, revealing the deep and mysterious universe.

This scene is magnificent and terrifying, and it makes people feel awe, as if the fate of the entire world is closely linked at this moment.

Meteora and Feng Feng looked at each other, and the horrifying sight of the abnormal sun was reflected in each other's eyes.

She whispered softly, as if confirming an ancient prophecy: "This is the 'sign of doomsday', but also the prelude to a new life."

Chapter 785: Creator Sun God

Tuesday, August 30