Chapter 237
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Chapter 237: Title
In the world of Mysterious Awakening, Youyang found herself facing officials of the Dongzhou Federation, aware that departure wasn’t an immediate option.
Even had she desired to leave, Zhao Yunfei and his companions would never permit it.
The group stood in awe of Youyang’s effortless dispatching of the mysterious entity. Their burning curiosity centered on the nature of her power—clearly distinct from the corrupt energy they recognized in supernatural beings.
This woman of jade-like refinement couldn’t possibly share their grotesque symbiosis with parasitic entities.
Proper decorum prevailed as they escorted her from the commercial complex to Yunhai City’s administrative office. Perhaps influenced by her classical attire, cultivated poise, and archaic speech patterns, Zhao Yunfei unconsciously adopted antiquated courtesies.
"Miss Youyang, if you please."
She might well have materialized from an ancient scroll, were it not for her evident familiarity with contemporary society. The team half-expected her to claim temporal displacement—a notion popularized by recent television dramas.
Her serene smile acknowledged the gesture. "Your courtesy is appreciated."
Within the hushed government chamber, Zhao Yunfei remained after delivering his charge. While subordinates handled bureaucratic reporting, his priority became hosting this extraordinary guest.
"Might I offer refreshments, Miss Youyang?"
"Water suffices."
The delivered glass steamed faintly, its warmth contrasting with the room’s tension. To a spiritual cultivator’s perceptive gaze, the team leader’s controlled demeanor couldn’t mask underlying apprehension.
"Ask what you will, Team Leader Zhao. Certain answers I may provide." Her intervention had anticipated this interrogation. No prescience required—experience with Zhongxia’s Special Bureau had schooled her in official protocols.
This dimension echoed Blue Star’s early Awakening era, yet proved more unfortunate. Without Spiritual Energy, its defenders employed parasitic symbiosis—that desperate gambit preserving lives at terrible cost.
Their journey had yielded mutual intelligence: the entities’ designation as "mysterious awakenings," their behavioral patterns, the tragic necessity of ghost-bonding. However primitive, this remained humanity’s sole recourse against annihilation.
Youyang carefully weighed disclosures. Their true interest—her annihilation method—proved irrelevant here. No Spiritual Energy meant no replication.
Zhao Yunfei’s relief manifested in slightly quickened breath. He’d agonized over diplomatic phrasing, yet before her tranquil authority, he felt like a novice before ancestral masters—that peculiar blend of reverence and intimidation.
The cause stood evident: this willow-slender figure had achieved what their combined strength couldn’t. Not containment, but true eradication. His discreet inquiries during transit confirmed—the entity’s destruction was absolute.
"Might I inquire… the nature of your power, Miss Youyang?"
"It shares kinship with your own. Consider it the power of cultivation refined." Her answer hovered between revelation and evasion. Spiritual Energy’s mention remained taboo—for now.
In her first experience of transcending worlds, Youyang understood that the unspoken taboos could only be explored through her own trials.
"Power of cultivation?" Zhao Yunfei fell into contemplation, childhood memories of martial arts fantasy novels resurfacing unbidden.
After encountering the supernatural, he’d once clung to hopes of such mystical forces existing – only to have them crushed by harsh reality.
This world held no celestial beings, nor methods to combat evil ghosts. Only the ghosts themselves could oppose their kind. Humanity’s sole recourse was saving others before the parasites within claimed their hosts’ lives.
"Could such power be learned?"
"Perhaps yes. Perhaps no."
Her answer was as vague as silence. Without Spiritual Energy permeating this realm, cultivating spiritual energy remained pure fantasy.
"Might I inquire about your origins, Miss Youyang?" Zhao Yunfei glanced at his phone’s damning screen.
The freshly received report glared back – no records predating five days ago. Like moonlit dew materializing at dawn, Youyang seemed spontaneously manifested into existence.
"My homeland?" She tilted her head, unsurprised. "That answer must wait. Perhaps when time’s wheel turns further."
Disappointment flickered across Zhao Yunfei’s features before he schooled them. "My apologies for overstepping."
"No offense taken."
Their conversation flowed onward, Zhao Yunfei maintaining courteous warmth without crossing into presumption.
News of supernatural eradication spread like wildfire through East Continent Federation’s upper echelons. The immediate summons came as no surprise.
None dared manipulate this savior – not while supernatural horrors still haunted their nights. Survival instinct outweighed greed.
When the Federation’s Premier extended a capital invitation, Youyang accepted with serene grace.
This world’s technological lag behind Blue Star mattered little. At the pinnacle of tier two power, she moved with the assurance of a stormcloud – capable of vanishing like mist if threats arose.
The secret of slaying supernatural entities couldn’t remain contained. Worldwide, governments soon reported their own extraordinary individuals emerging – few in number but wielding undeniable power.
Mighty ones challenged A-grade horrors; weaker talents handled D-class threats. All shared one trait: origins shrouded in mystery.
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Blue Star.
Ten days since the Heavenly Law Ancient Stone Tablet’s last alteration.
Jiang Nan massaged his temples during the Special Bureau’s call. If he understood the ancient monument’s secrets, would he be toiling to repay that silver-haired girl?
"Master. The Tablet shifts again."
A Silver Sparrow’s arrival heralded fresh troubles. Jiang Nan’s gut twisted with familiar dread.
"What now?"
His gaze lifted toward the monument’s pulsating glyphs:
【World- Level | Devour Progress 5% | Fall Progress 5%】
【Galactic Empire – Tier One Pinnacle | Devour Progress 0% | Fall Progress 0%】
[00:03:15]
【Rise of the Sorcerers – Tier One Pinnacle, Devour Progress 0%, Fall Progress 0%.】[Countdown: 5 minutes and 16 seconds.]
"What’s this countdown for?" Jiang Nan scratched his head.
The Heavenly Law Ancient Stone Tablet instantly drew global attention upon changing, with the mysterious timer sparking intense speculation.
This wasn’t here last time.
The twin entries of 【Galactic Empire】 and 【Rise of the Sorcerers】 dominated discussions. Previous worlds like 【Heavenly Inquiry World】 and 【Outlets】 had represented ancient martial arts and magic respectively – but what would these new realms hold?
Since the last emergence, online theorists had created elaborate classification systems for these worlds. Gambling pools flourished as netizens wagered on the fourth world’s theme, though its true nature remained elusive.
Against all expectations, two new worlds now appeared – their names practically broadcasting their genres. Galactic Empire practically screamed sci-fi. Rise of the Sorcerers gave off major magic world vibes, similar to Outlets.
At the Special Bureau’s branch office:
Ye Er received the alert immediately. Staring at the pulsating countdown, she remembered her True Form’s words. 【Galactic Empire】 would likely be her destination.
Eastern Sea City:
Yang Xingyu’s live stream chat exploded as the news broke.
The professional streamer often broadcasted from home, mixing casual chats with martial arts demonstrations based on viewer requests.
【Brother Yang’s been MIA!】
【Diaper duty keeping him busy? LOL】
【CHECK THE NEWS BRO】
【Heavenly Stone’s glitching AGAIN】
Mid-answer, Yang Xingyu noticed the synchronized chat frenzy. "Now what?" He grabbed his phone with practiced nonchalance. "Last time’s 5% chaos nearly broke the internet. If this keeps up, I’ll start stockpiling canned goods."
【Apocalypse? I’ll die watching your stream 😂】
【Doomsayers are cringe – let the big shots handle it】
Scanning updates, Yang addressed his camera: "Y’all see that timer?"
【OBVIOUSLY】
【???】
【RNGesus choosing isekai candidates???】
【PICK ME! I’m built different fr】
【Brother Yang, any interest?】
【Both worlds sound epic! Galactic Empire—total nostalgia trip.】
【Same here!! Mecha warships—pure masculine fantasy!】
【Rise of the Sorcerers rocks too! After decades, my Wizard Academy acceptance letter’s finally arriving! (⊙v⊙)】
【My delivery owl got lost for thirty years—waaaah.】
Yang Xingyu chuckled at their fervent discussion. "Honestly, I’d love to go too. Rumor has it these Another Worlds aren’t just hyper-realistic—they’re packed with hidden opportunities."
【True! Soul crossing’s totally different from physical transfers!】
【O mighty Heavenly Law! Bestow upon me thy crossing chance!】
【Praying with you!】
【Same!】
"Stay sharp if chosen," Yang Xingyu warned his viewers. "The Special Bureau’s guidelines exist for a reason—memorize them."
【Got that handbook tattooed on my brain.】
【Entire manual boils down to: Find official support after crossing. No luck? Go full hermit mode √】
【HOLYCRAP first countdown’s almost done!!!】
【Trading ten kilos of flab for selection~\\\\(≧▽≦)/~】
【Sacrificing twenty years of my ex’s lifespan for this chance =-=】
Yang Xingyu’s response died as the phone screen flickered—the Galactic Empire timer reset, now displaying hours instead. A new metric glowed beneath:
Galactic Empire – Tier One Pinnacle · -24:59:48 (10,000/100,000)
【…Glitch? Why’s Galactic Empire recycling its countdown?】
【Those numbers—10k slots out of 100k applicants?!】
【We’re getting 10,000-100,000 aliens?! *mindblown*】
【Not chosen…but new countdown! Quick—spam those lucky koi emojis!】
【Why recruit armies for Tier One Pinnacle? Sketchy…】
【Brother Yang! Any secret intel?】
Yang Xingyu checked his phone. "Special Bureau’s playing coy—no leaks yet."
As he spoke, the Rise of the Sorcerers timer expired, revealing:
Rise of the Sorcerers – Tier One Pinnacle · -12:59:54 (1,000/5,000)
【Guys…the Ancient Stone Tablet’s interface is leveling up?】
【?】
【Data fields keep expanding each cycle.】
【Perhaps our code hound (Champion) made an update /smirk】
Special Bureau.
Monitoring Room, Information Section 2.
The all-encompassing Sky Net – formed by every camera across Zhongxia – funneled data upward through county, regional, and municipal tiers before converging at this nerve center in Capital City. The ominous countdown’s purpose had become apparent to all, rendering these final minutes the most intensely focused period for every Sky Net operator.
Quantum processors hummed with efficiency. Though still in their earliest iterations and operational for merely three years, their capabilities proved adequate for the task. Within moments, consolidated results flashed across screens.
Precisely as the countdown expired, surveillance feeds nationwide showed bodies vanishing mid-stride.
— Thank the heavens this selection wasn’t truly random.
— One shuddered to imagine highways descending into chaos or critical operations abandoned mid-process.
Liang An’s gaze remained fixed on the technician before him. "Status report, Wu Ming. Any unregistered entities detected?"
The Sky Net’s true power lay in its hyper-resolution lenses and real-time identity verification. Unidentified individuals triggered tiered security protocols – a system now being augmented with prototype spiritual sensors to gauge Practitioner threat levels through energy fluctuations.
"Negative across all sectors," Wu Ming responded.
"Chief Liang." Xie Xing’s fingers danced across holographic keys without glancing up. "Total disappearance count at zero hour: ten thousand three hundred. Includes civilian-reported cases from travelers’ relatives. Secondary verification ongoing for remaining missing persons."
"Maintain full surveillance. No lapses." Liang An massaged his temples. "The scale exceeds projections. Still no traces from Nameless World?"
"None." Xie Xing’s tone carried analytical precision. "Given our detection thresholds, absence suggests no arrivals from that sector. Furthermore, Fourth and Fifth World signatures remain undetected."
"Bureau casualties? Any confirmed ancient practitioner involvement?"
The previous Heavenly Inquiry World incident – where crimson-clad Ancient Cultivators had slipped through – had rewritten all assumptions. The Crossing clearly targeted all Blue Star inhabitants regardless of era or species.
Xie Xing’s answer came swift as a blade-strike: "Five confirmed, including Young Master Leng."
"Manageable numbers. But with ninety-four thousand slots remaining…" Liang An’s phone materialized in hand as he stepped aside to brief superiors.
The monitoring room doors burst open moments later. A storm in human form strode through – Chief Tang Tong, her black uniform sharp against the blinking consoles, cropped hair framing a hawkish gaze.
Liang An’s eyelid developed a nervous tic. Terminating his call with practiced smoothness, he offered a diplomat’s smile. "Chief Tang. Weren’t you occupied with South Sea operations?"
"Where are my technicians?" The shipwreck salvager’s voice could frost molten steel. "Three days. Not a single specialist. Old Lu’s gear arrived yesterday."
Her glare intensified. "Playing bureaucratic games, Liang?"
"South Sea’s A-priority status precludes such nonsense." His cough sounded suspiciously like swallowed discomfort. "Every team’s deployed to critical sectors."
"You’re well aware of today’s developments. Everyone’s attention is fixated on this matter."
"And by age, I’m only five months your senior. Did old Liang truly summon me here?" Liang An remarked, hands tucked into his lab coat pockets as he grinned at her.
"Fine, fine—no more nicknames next time," Tang Tong replied dismissively before furrowing her brows. "What about the intelligence files I requested earlier?"
Following the tsunami caused by the recent undersea earthquake in the South Sea, Zhongxia’s higher authorities prioritized the incident, swiftly deploying teams to assess the situation.
The quake had struck without warning, evading even the monitoring devices. After preliminary observations revealed anomalies in seismic patterns, Division 5 was promptly mobilized.
Leading the operation was Tang Tong, Chief of the Special Bureau’s Comprehensive Section 5.
Though nearly two months had passed since the disaster, their investigation crawled at a glacial pace, yielding negligible breakthroughs.
Yet claiming zero discoveries would be disingenuous.
Modern technology should pinpoint seismic origins with precision, yet this event defied logic. The epicenter’s coordinates fluctuated erratically—plunging to abyssal depths kilometers below one moment, surfacing mere hundreds of meters beneath waves the next, drifting endlessly along both vertical and horizontal axes.
Persistent aftershocks further complicated efforts. While none triggered catastrophic consequences, their frequency hampered progress at every turn.
"Already prepared. Even without your visit, we’d have transmitted the data by afternoon."
Tang Tong gave a curt nod. "Satisfactory."
Her requisition from Liang An involved oceanic legends—every tale linking seas, quakes, or tsunamis compiled after probes detected colossal underwater signatures.
With whales and known megafauna ruled out, speculation turned to sea monsters.
At the Special Bureau, imaginative leaps were occupational necessities.
In this era of unpredictability, since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy reshaped continents with staggering transformations, the oceans’ eerie stillness seemed incongruous. Only the East Sea’s anomaly stood out—an alternate space housing mythic Dragon Palace, domain of the three-tailed dragon race from Eastern lore.
Among the trio, one currently navigated first-grade compulsory education, another mediated human-demon disputes through endless 996 labor, while the third’s whereabouts remained shrouded in mystery.
Though marine affairs traditionally fell under draconic jurisdiction, Zhongxia’s authorities claimed responsibility—the South Sea disturbances hadn’t impacted aquatic ecosystems, framing this as human cultivators’ internal affair. National pride also played its part; overreliance on external aid clashed with Zhongxia’s self-reliant ethos.
"Select two personnel today. I’m taking them."
Liang An sighed inwardly. With Tang Tong’s personal appearance, refusal was implausible.
The Bureau’s researchers congregated in Division 6, technicians in Division 2—the latter long tasked with specialist deployments. Certain puzzles demanded expert hands.
"Agreed. Collect two before departure," he conceded.
The South Sea enigma’s resolution timeline stretched into fog. Technicians dispatched there would remain until closure—a potentially prolonged absence. Competent hands versed in spiritual-energy apparatus were rare treasures, explaining Liang An’s earlier reluctance to release them.
*
World Tree Summit Office
Ye Linlang stretched lazily on her sofa-bed, the system’s voice murmuring updates:
【Fourth World: Galactic Empire. Fifth World: Rise of the Sorcerers. Initial conqueror teleportation complete.】
【Heavenly Inquiry and Outlets currently maintain stable temporal ratios with Blue Star. One Blue Star day corresponds to 31 days in Heavenly Inquiry World and 40 days in Outlets World.】
【The Sixth World’s operational interface space functions normally. Blue Star’s human cultivator Lin Fan progresses along predetermined parameters with minimal trajectory deviation of 0.001%, presenting no operational impact.】
【Atlantean civilization has initiated Phase I civilization filtration. Current research focuses on short-range interstellar spacecraft with projected 78.88% success probability within six Blue Star months.】
【Hanjiang sector now hosts Qi Practitioners employing local cultivation techniques. Your Excellency the Major Deity, your alternate identity Lilith has been designated primary fugitive across all sects…】
Ye Linlang wiped her face absently as she settled before the holographic console.
The Lilith persona remained her exclusive alter ego, managed by soul fragments programmed with predetermined behavioral matrices during her absence.
Recent priorities had shifted toward fragment worlds—those anomalous dimensions—alongside her reality-forging experiments in Heavenly Inquiry and Outlets Worlds, temporarily diverting attention from Hanjiang affairs.
Her divided consciousness had autonomously governed the sector throughout this period.
Though fundamentally an extension of herself, like Ye Er possessing clear operational boundaries, the reported developments surprised her. A protest formed on her lips before dissolving unvoiced.
The inherent nature of Lilith’s witch persona—capricious, superficially affectionate yet fundamentally detached—made sect-wide notoriety in Hanjiang almost predictable.
"Minor deviation," she concluded aloud, dismissing the alert.
Accessing system logs, Ye Linlang reviewed progress since commencing final preparations ten days prior for her Millennial Plan refinement. Once immersed in cosmic rule analysis, she anticipated millennia of closed-door cultivation.
Blue Star would autonomously follow her meticulously designed protocols throughout this millennium. Only substantial deviations affecting end objectives would trigger system alerts.
In this solitary pursuit of universal truths, her sole advantage lay in that tenuous connection to world consciousness—merely an intuitive foothold in reality’s framework, not true mastery.
Periodic appearances would still punctuate her seclusion, corresponding to the Plan’s phased implementation.
"System status: Ye Er’s deployment to Fourth World."
【Split soul Ye Er has established presence in Galactic Empire parameters. Access live surveillance feed?】
"Later." Her fingers danced across holographic controls. "First batch repatriation statistics."
【Initial returnees: Galactic Empire – 1,469; Fifth World – 25.】
The numbers elicited a resigned sigh. Galactic Empire’s Tier-One Pinnacle classification belied its technological prowess—borderline Tier-Two civilization capabilities eclipsing Blue Star’s current military and cultivator forces. Their infantry armaments could overpower Tier-One practitioners, while void warfare neutralized even Tier-Two adepts incapable of physical cosmic traversal.
The "Rise of Sorcerers" casualties proved unexpectedly immediate. Death logs revealed mundane fatalities—accidents and personal misjudgments rather than systemic threats. These repatriations would undoubtedly stir Blue Star’s political landscape.
Her cursor hovered over the Galactic Empire surveillance feed. Humanity’s performance here directly influenced subsequent plan iterations, demanding close observation.
Yet she resisted interventionist impulses. Ye Er’s advisory role already stretched ethical boundaries; further advantages would breach impartiality protocols.
The feed activated with a click, bathing her pale features in interstellar luminescence.
