Chapter 241

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Chapter 241: Title

/Mysterious Awakening · World/

"Long time no see, Jiang Yan." Youyang tousled the young man’s hair affectionately.

Jiang Yan’s eyes lit up like a lost child reuniting with family. "Sister Youyang! It’s really you! I thought this was another cruel illusion!"

"Thank the stars you’re here," he blurted, shedding his typical bravado like a discarded cloak. "Those spectral entities…if Brother Li’s talisman hadn’t bought us time…" His voice cracked with suppressed terror.

Youyang silenced him with a gentle head pat. "Hush now. You’re safe."

Her calm voice carried centuries of authority. "No harm shall befall you while I stand here."

The reunion held all the raw emotion of storm survivors clutching driftwood. Their tales weren’t exaggerated – the past weeks had been an endless parade of horrors.

Limited by their mortal capacities, the group could only repel entities through life force sacrifices. Each confrontation left them weaker, trapped in a nightmare cycle of diminishing returns. Only when weaker anomalies emerged could they claim fleeting victories.

Youyang’s path had crossed sooner with the governing agency’s envoys. Their decades of compiled data proved invaluable for her mission, making alliance prudent. Yet she maintained her crafted persona – a hidden person from forgotten lineages, her anachronistic Han-style gown and archaic speech patterns selling the deception perfectly.

The special operations department agents swallowed their curiosity. While their relationship seemed mutually beneficial, the truth was that the department depended more on Youyang’s expertise.

At their current rendezvous – a covert operations base – none anticipated Jiang Yan’s group appearing during an S-level containment operation.

The subsequent meal saw chopsticks flying as Jiang Yan and Wen Renyi devoured dishes with prison-break fervor. Fang Yuan picked at his rice quietly, guilt weighing heavier than any spirit.

Later at Youyang’s sanctuary, Jiang Yan finally exhaled. "We couldn’t speak freely before," he began, shooting wary glances at the ceiling.

Wen Renyi leaned forward, her fingers tracing protective sigils on the tea-stained table. "The anomalies…they’re hunting us. Actively. Relentlessly."

"Even when we don’t provoke them," Jiang Yan interjected, "they find us. This isn’t random – it’s purposeful."

Youyang’s quarters held no monitoring cameras – her ancient practitioner senses confirmed this. On Blue Star, she’d learned modern surveillance tricks; here, no electronic eye escaped her spiritual perception.

"Explain," she commanded, her Han-style sleeves pooling like liquid moonlight across the table. The real conversation was finally beginning.

“After researching online, we discovered that the anomalies we’ve encountered are all indiscriminate murder types.”

Most anomalies require a specific medium to establish connections with victims, enabling them to approach. Those acting on pure whimsy are exceedingly rare, as frequent occurrences would decimate populations.

The inhabitants here are ordinary people who face near-certain death when encountering anomalies. Only exceptional survivors conquer their terror to absorb an anomaly’s power.

Jiang Yan’s group had met such individuals, but their ashen complexions betrayed impending mortality.

Using anomalies against anomalies treats symptoms, not the cause.

When hosts perish, their parasitic entities break free like escaped convicts – emerging stronger and more dreadful than before.

They knew this truth intimately, having witnessed specters tearing through human flesh. Such scenes brand themselves on one’s psyche forever.

“Intriguing. This mirrors my own experiences,” Youyang mused. “Perhaps our identities play a role here. Heaven’s will remains inscrutable, yet I sense unseen forces steering events.”

Neither Jiang Yan nor Wen Renyi missed the implication. Their thoughts immediately turned to Water Blue Star’s heavenly principles.

During their struggles against the anomalies, they’d meticulously documented everything through their phones.

Supernatural phenomena dominated their archives. Verified cases stretched back decades, though older accounts blurred into folklore.

From this emerged a critical revelation:

Their world had originally been ordinary. The anomalies were invasive elements. How could spectral entities manifest spontaneously in a realm devoid of Spiritual Energy?

The origin question, however, remained unanswered.

“Progress reaches thirty percent,” Jiang Yan announced, brow furrowed. “Further advancement likely requires eliminating more anomalies.”

“Then we hunt until we hit fifty percent.”

“We’ll meet each challenge head-on,” Youyang declared, her voice softening. “The anomalies we kill won’t regenerate or recover. While serving as our blade…”

“…this blade simultaneously pierces the world’s very core.”

/Blue Star/

/World Tree Summit Office/

Ye Linlang stifled a yawn. “Superior IQ indeed – they’ve discerned the pattern.”

The Mysterious Awakening world’s consciousness used taskers to purge anomalies while probing Blue Star’s secrets. She mirrored this strategy, the final outcome still hanging in balance.

Her foresight pleased her.

The World Tree’s creation had been visionary. Devoured worlds weren’t fully integrated – a crucial precaution. Assimilation worked for realms like Heavenly Inquiry or the Galactic Empire, but Water Blue Star’s predicament proved the wisdom of restraint.

True World Fusion expanded domains and resources, yet carried risks. Water Blue Star’s absorption of a phantom-haunted realm exemplified the dangers.

At thirty percent conquest, data streams revealed Water Blue Star’s history: A young world surviving its first cosmic conflict through cannibalization.

Following instinct, Water Blue Star’s consciousness had consumed its defeated rival. The technological civilization assimilated supernatural elements, derailing its developmental trajectory. Lacking countermeasures, it could only watch humanity’s desperate adaptation – growing anomaly-resistant yet never victorious.

The world consciousness fretted helplessly as anomalies proliferated.

The progression of the world cannot be dictated by a single entity; every transformation and advancement stems from the collective will of its inhabitants. The world consciousness could only exert subtle influence from the shadows, never through overt intervention… until the emergence of Jiang Yan, Youyang, and their companions.

Their presence revealed to Water Blue Star’s world consciousness an unprecedented force capable of permanently eradicating supernatural anomalies. The destruction of these entities allowed their energy to naturally reintegrate with the world’s essence.

Thus began Water Blue Star’s calculated maneuvering, herding anomalies toward these interlopers from Another World. One should never underestimate an ageless world consciousness – its cunning far surpasses mortal comprehension.

Though aware of the covetous world behind these visitors, Water Blue Star found the gamble irresistible. Each display of foreign power within her domain became threads for unraveling cosmic secrets, potential keys to breed anomaly-destroying champions among her own children.

Two worlds now danced their veiled waltz of domination, each scheming to claim final victory.

The rhythmic ticking of a clock filled the control chamber as Ye Linlang massaged her temples. "The hour approaches," she murmured.

While cosmic rivalries lay beyond her direct interference, she’d sooner resign than lose to a consciousness governed by primal instincts. If Water Blue Star craved the Spiritual Energy framework, so be it.

This arrangement doubly benefited Blue Star, eliminating need for elaborate energy conduits while ensuring taskers’ uninterrupted Spiritual Energy supply. Upon achieving 50% world assimilation, she’d flood the zone with taskers. By the time Water Blue Star noticed the trap, it would meekly accept Blue Star’s branding like a collared beast.

Compared to brutal world-devouring methods, her marking technique offered mercy. Consumption meant death for a world consciousness, while branding merely established unbreakable hierarchy.

Ye Linlang saw no merit in destroying properly marked worlds unless absolutely necessary.

【Phase One preparations finalized. Your Excellency, the Major Deity, commence hibernation sequence?】

"Affirmative."

"Awakening triggers: Tier Four world ascension or critical system failure. Confirm understanding."

【Acknowledged.】

With a final survey of flickering surveillance feeds, Ye Linlang spatial-stepped into her crystalline stasis chamber.

Blue Star’s consciousness slumbered post-reboot, regenerating strength. Her own hibernation served different ends – four centuries to decode captured cosmic laws. Only her pre-set conditions could interrupt this Tier Four analysis cycle.

The transition caused no celestial disturbances. Blue Star’s society flourished, its improved moral fabric woven with newfound awareness:

As the saying goes, deities watch from three feet above; the underworld’s judgment awaits even in death, ensuring none escape justice. This existential accountability chilled even the most reckless souls.

While citizens thrived in harmonious order, starward gazes intensified alongside cultivation efforts. Unbeknownst to them, across the astral sea, other sentient observers returned their scrutiny.

/Coastal Front/

How could upstart beast-tamers rival the dragon race’s oceanic sovereignty? The interlopers fell swiftly before marine overlords.

Post-conflict, Ao Ming honored his appointment with Tang Tong at southern shores. Their meeting yielded crucial intelligence – through the shipwreck’s depth, a spatial passage pulsed beneath the waves.

This Another World appears distinct from the rest, where oceanic development initiatives are unfolding. Naturally, the dragon race with their innate advantages has joined the endeavor.

"Return to your studies and cease these superficial pursuits. Understood?"

Lin Fan answered, "Yes, Chief Tang."

"Wei Lan shall remain under your care temporarily. File reports for any complications." Tang Tong observed the girl beside them who clung to Lin Fan rather than staying at the Special Bureau.

Forced containment wasn’t an option under these circumstances.

The invasion of Blue Star by Another World’s inhabitants stood as irrefutable truth. Had Wei Lan participated in the offensive, she’d have been seized as a war captive rather than entrusted to Lin Fan.

True, Blue Star’s treaties prohibit prisoner maltreatment—yet such accords hold no sway over Another World.

Zhongxia’s diplomatic stance remains undefined, particularly since spatial passages exist globally. Other nations ravaged more severely by sea beasts might reject peaceful coexistence with invaders.

While Zhongxia pursues harmony and aims to position Wei Lan as an intercultural mediator for mutual benefit, resource-starved foreign powers adopt less cordial approaches.

/Rise of the Sorcerers·World/

Since his arrival, Ji Lang dedicated himself to mission completion—a path leading unexpectedly to stardom.

His captivating features and acting prowess, contrasted with off-screen reserve, propelled him to nationwide fame within months. Endless film offers and award nominations followed.

Sorcerers emerged among his devotees, revealing his latent magical aptitude. Thus the celebrity became a practitioner.

Hui Xin’s team succeeded when Song Yi’s enchanted guise attracted a sorcerer, granting them entry to arcane studies.

With subsequent tasker waves aiding the campaign, the Sorcerers’ World assimilation reached 70% efficiency. Its full submission to Blue Star became inevitable.

/Galactic Empire·World/

Leng Xingwen’s methodology?

He abducted an imperial magnate, instantly propelling the Progress Bar forward.

When third-wave taskers arrived, the empire finally acknowledged the crisis: unknown entities had parasitized citizens.

These symbionts displayed erratic intelligence—some concealing adeptly while others blundered into exposure. Containment proved futile as captives dematerialized.

Amid universal anticipation, the Progress Bar crept toward total conquest.

/Mysterious Awakening·World/

"Knower of heaven, earth, and celestial secrets! Shall I divine your fortunes? We’ll see whether peril or promise awaits."

Wen Renyi and Youyang froze upon encountering the smiling man with a compass at the crossroads.

Youyang blinked. "Why are you here?"

"Does providence require permits now?" Xiao Tianji’s eyes twinkled.

"Xiao Tianji?!" Jiang Yan gaped. The mystic’s viral online exposure made his features recognizable even to perpetual netizens.

"When did you arrive?"

Xiao Tianji feigned contemplation before answering, “Likely around the same time as you.”

“What have you been doing all this while…?”

“Investigating certain matters. That’s precisely why I sought you out.”

“We should collaborate from now on. Rest assured, my assistance will prove indispensable.”

……

Blue Star.

Heavenly Law Battleground.

【Mysterious Awakening – Tier Two Pinnacle, Devour Progress 70% · Fall Progress 50%】

【Galactic Empire – Tier One Pinnacle, Devour Progress 80% · Fall Progress 30%】

【Rise of the Sorcerers – Tier One Pinnacle, Devour Progress 90% · Fall Progress 0%】

【Strange Beasts Battle – Tier Two Mid-stage, Devour Progress 40% · Fall Progress 0.7%】

……

As Blue Star’s inhabitants grew accustomed to Tier One missions in Another World, the rate of conquest accelerated dramatically. Throughout this period, Ye Linlang remained in slumber, with the system dutifully executing plans formulated before her dormancy.

Upon detecting new fragment worlds, the system would immediately post missions through the Heavenly Law Battleground while seamlessly integrating these virtual realms into the Plan to Turn Fiction into Reality.

【Phoenix Pavilion Grudges – Tier One Mid-stage…】

【Mingze World – Tier Two Pinnacle…】

【Chaotic Times – Tier One Mid-stage…】

【Hanjiang – Tier Three Pinnacle…】

【……】

While imprinting world consciousnesses across dimensions, Blue Star’s fundamental essence expanded exponentially. Within mere three centuries, it brushed against Tier Three Pinnacle’s threshold, standing mere steps from Tier Four.

During this tricentennial ascent from Tier Two to Tier Three, the planet’s Spiritual Energy density intensified alongside its deepening reserves.

Practitioners made staggering advancements, with early-generation extraordinary individuals now predominantly boasting Tier Three cultivation. Even lesser achievers crowded Tier Two ranks, while Tier One and below practitioners multiplied beyond count.

Three centuries sufficed for global acceptance of the Awakening of Spiritual Energy. Specialized academies and training programs for dimensional conquest proliferated with meticulous categorization.

Hanjiang’s emergence sparked widespread realization – Blue Star explorers had already tread there.

By the 392nd year, accumulated source power finally permitted Blue Star’s ascent toward Tier Four.

When celestial anomalies manifested, the populace recognized their world’s impending transcendence.

Universal anticipation swelled.

World ascension promised irrefutable benefits for all lifeforms, fueling both individual and national fervor for dimensional conquest – the rewards simply too lucrative to ignore.

Technological leaps from the Galactic Empire’s legacy had propelled humanity through multiple evolutionary stages. Solar colonization became reality, with Earth cradled in layers of planetary defense systems…

First, the concentration of Spiritual Energy shifted, heralding transformations across the great sacred lands.

These sacred lands—places brimming with Spiritual Energy yet inaccessible to humans since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy—included the three mystical isles of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou drifting through the East China Sea’s mist, the floating jade palaces atop Kunlun Mountain, the Yaochi paradise of West Kunlun… and the western realm of Avalon. These sites were the first to undergo metamorphosis.

Simultaneously, exquisitely crafted golden bridges materialized above Blue Star’s sacred lands, their arches spanning the skies like celestial pathways awaiting travelers.

Purple energy cascaded from the eastern horizon as golden radiance illuminated the heavens.

Ji Lang stood vigil in Kunlun Mountain’s depths, guarding the bronze portal known as Hell Gate. The ancient Bronze Door now shed its patina in cascading layers, unveiling primordial golden hues beneath. Copper’s true golden brilliance—long obscured by oxidation’s green veil—reclaimed its rightful glory.

Across the firmament flowed a shimmering river of temporal visions, its currents carrying fleeting glimpses of bygone eras and forgotten faces. Every inhabitant of Blue Star witnessed this phenomenon, though the spectral waterway vanished within heartbeats, leaving observers questioning whether clouds had masqueraded as history’s stream.

Mist-veiled forests began expanding their territories. The ground trembled as if shaken by an earthquake, yet no one fell. When the tremors ceased, humanity found itself in an altered landscape—buildings spaced like scattered chess pieces, mountains stretching taller, infrastructure severed. Civilization momentarily reverted to primal vastness.

Phones still functioned through satellite networks, revealing the staggering truth: Blue Star itself had grown.

/World Tree Canopy/

【Welcome home, Your Excellency, the Major Deity.】

"System," Ye Linlang grinned, her posture relaxed and unchanged from four centuries past. "Show me the progress reports… Reaching Tier Four in 390 years? Ahead of schedule." Her fingers danced through holographic documents, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Hanjiang… The golden bridges manifest?"

"Time to recall our long-wandering children."

Tier Four marked the critical threshold—a watershed moment determining whether worlds would flourish toward Tier Seven or stagnate in eternal limbo. The Plan to Turn Fiction into Reality had proven invaluable, justifying her early prioritization of Fantasy Points and resource allocation.

Ye Linlang’s eyelids fluttered closed. When they reopened, she stood in Hanjiang’s familiar terrain.

Here, she’d once walked as Lilith before relinquishing the avatar to focus on Blue Star. Time flowed identically in both realms—four centuries since the plane crash that first bridged the worlds.

Two decades prior, Blue Star’s taskers began arriving. Their bewilderment was predictable: this ancient world contained incongruous modern elements. Deeper investigation revealed telling patterns.

The plane that vanished without a trace centuries ago had actually encountered a spatial rift, transporting it to the realm of Hanjiang—a world that would only be discovered and linked to Blue Star over a hundred years later. Over the centuries, most of those aboard the ill-fated flight had perished in Hanjiang. Were it not for the extraordinary nature of this event, even Blue Star’s inhabitants might have forgotten this vanished chapter of history.

Among the passengers, over ninety percent perished, with only a fortunate few attaining cultivation. These Practitioners endured centuries until the fated moment of reconnection with their homeworld arrived. Upon a perilous peak within Hanjiang, accessible solely to Practitioners through vertical ascents via cliffside vines and specialized tools, ordinary people could only gaze upward in trepidation from below.

This sacred summit had been divined as the optimal convergence point for bridging dimensions. Through Daoist rituals performed here, Practitioners could summon the heavenly gate and its golden bridge—portal to Ascension and irresistible temptation for all cultivators.

The golden bridge manifested exclusively at Tier Four, though Ascension requirements varied. While not all could transcend, Blue Star travelers retained their birthright of homecoming. ‘Lilith’—now properly addressed as Ye Linlang—surveyed the assembly of Hanjiang natives, Blue Star travelers, and taskers. Their collective strength hovered near Tier Three thresholds, with several verging on Tier Four breakthrough.

All comprehended the bridge’s significance upon its shimmering appearance. Hanjiang’s Practitioners knew it as passage through tribulation to the source world. Blue Star’s children received clearer guidance: stepping onto its golden path granted direct access to the Heavenly Law Battleground and return passage.

Ye Linlang ascended first, her preeminent power commanding deference. None dared precede this apex cultivator. That single step onto gilded planks marked the division between worlds.

/Blue Star/

/Kunlun Immortal City/

"White Jade Capital crowns celestial heights,

Twelve towers, five cities where immortal might

Bestows eternal life through sacred rites."

Carved into Kunlun’s mountainside, the Immortal City revealed its jade archway bearing those legendary characters as climbers neared the summit. One might wonder if the ancient poet had truly witnessed immortals or walked these marble streets.

Post-transformation Blue Star made poetic hyperbole reality—waterfalls plunging three thousand feet, terraces soaring forty-eight thousand zhang. Though planetary expansion occurred, gravitational forces remained unchanged under the World Tree’s meticulous governance.

Assuming Lilith’s form, Ye Linlang wandered transformed cities. Galactic Empire’s monorails threaded between crystalline spires piercing clouds. Suburban expansion flourished with fifteen-minute commutes easing urban density, while police drones and rotating cameras maintained order in this thousand-year technological leap.

Multi-tiered cities employed advanced materials permitting sunlight through staggering heights. The base level retained familiar contours—broad avenues flanked by shops, floral plazas echoing past comforts—all powered by Galactic Empire’s obsolete (yet perfectly suited) technologies.

Liberated from labor by machines, Blue Star blossomed post-transition. Three centuries prior, global alliances had eradicated poverty, leaving no corner untouched by progress. Where people gathered, cities rose—testaments to unified civilization’s triumph.

With improved living conditions, the population experienced exponential growth two centuries ago, leading the Alliance to implement planetary immigration policies.

However, following that initial baby boom, birth rates sharply declined as people prioritized personal cultivation and longevity over childbearing.

The Alliance consequently adopted life technology from the Galactic Empire, enabling artificial gestation through parental DNA synthesis. Infants developed in cultivation pods for ten months before being brought home.

Robotic caregivers liberated families from household chores and childcare duties, with most opting for this system that spared women the physical toll of pregnancy.

Ye Linlang initially questioned whether artificially gestated children would form weaker parental bonds. Further research revealed the opposite – Alliance regulations mandated rigorous approval processes for artificial gestation, requiring frequent parental visits during embryonic stages and active involvement throughout childhood.

After two centuries of societal adaptation, these children proved indistinguishable from their naturally conceived counterparts.

Modern life technologies and robotic nannies handling daily routines allowed parents to focus on emotional connections rather than logistical burdens. Gone were the archaic nightmares of homework-induced parental meltdowns documented four hundred years prior.

Pre-implantation genetic screening drastically reduced congenital disorders through generational optimization. Though currently subtle, these enhancements would manifest dramatically across millennia of natural selection.

Meanwhile, Spiritual Energy Technology flourished alongside conventional science. With 99% of Blue Star’s population being Practitioners, spirit-powered innovations achieved near-universal adoption. Citizens lit fires with mystic arts, commuted via levitating artifacts, and navigated aerial traffic lanes requiring licensed flying sword operators – a development that amused Ye Linlang to no end when she witnessed the regulated chaos.

The fastest among spiritual transports, flying swords soared through exclusive high-altitude corridors, inaccessible to those lacking sufficient cultivation. The streets teemed with spiritual and mechanical beasts, creating fantastical urban landscapes that defied earthly logic.

Blue Star’s expansion brought subtler changes to its cosmic hierarchy. Strict annual quotas governed interworld migration from conquered realms. Ascension grew increasingly complex – mid-tier one worlds like Heavenly Inquiry and Outlets initially fed directly into Blue Star, but newer second-tier acquisitions like Mysterious Awakening and Rise of the Sorcerers introduced randomized allocation based on dimensional compatibility.

The golden bridge mechanism evolved accordingly, materializing only within the highest-tier affiliated worlds. Hanjiang, the new third-tier realm, now received ascendants previously destined for Blue Star. Prospective tier four cultivators would eventually traverse this luminous pathway to higher planes.

Ye Linlang smiled faintly in the void, contemplating the upcoming milestones. With Blue Star’s recent tier four ascension, the next thresholds loomed at tiers seven and eleven. Her current plateau in cosmic comprehension signaled the need for Phase Two implementation. True security would only come at tier eleven – the critical juncture where Blue Star could stand unflinching among high-tier worlds, no longer vulnerable to every dimensional incursion.

The World Tree, once no larger than a palm, had now grown into a towering and resilient giant. Each of its leaves shimmered with condensed source power, ethereal in appearance yet undeniably substantial.

Vibrant World Fruits of various sizes and hues adorned every branch. Gazing upon this harvest, Ye Linlang couldn’t help but feel akin to a diligent orchard keeper. Her fingers trailed affectionately across the fruits – some were virtual worlds she’d painstakingly nurtured into reality, others small worlds conquered through Blue Star Practitioners’ relentless efforts, all now bearing the indelible mark of their celestial patron.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, these realms would eternally serve Blue Star’s interests. Her offered compensation? A select few inhabitants gaining transcendence beyond their native worlds, coupled with systematic siphoning of source power during each cosmic cycle’s renewal.

These small world consciousnesses could gradually strengthen themselves with this recycled essence… though truth be told, as long as Blue Star maintained dominance, their growth posed neither threat nor challenge.

Her inspection paused at several nearly-opaque white fruits, their crystallization suggesting imminent maturation into tier four or five virtual worlds. Excellent progress – this indicated Blue Star might ascend to tier six upon completing Phase Two of their grand design.

Humming contentedly, Ye Linlang completed her arboreal rounds before ascending to the World Tree’s apex where her office nestled. Centuries of contemplating cosmic laws had left her fundamentally unchanged, save for an air of profound serenity and refined composure.

Maintaining youthful vigor remained crucial for an immortal-bound existence. Though longevity’s burdens occasionally crossed her mind, Ye Linlang dismissed such concerns – her endless to-do list and confidence in future amusements left little room for existential dread.

Now nestled in her plush armchair beneath a fluffy throw, none could guess the woman radiating such casual comfort had reached peak tier four cultivation. Having deciphered fundamental universal principles, her tier seven Immortal Realm prowess (equivalent to an enlightened being’s status) was merely constrained by Blue Star’s current celestial rank. Spiritual Energy absorption came effortlessly to her – every advancement served her ultimate vision of cosmic prosperity.

The system’s sudden alert shattered the tranquility:

【Your Excellency, the Major Deity. The Consciousness of Heaven requests audience.】

"Heaven’s Awareness?" She blinked in surprise. "Wasn’t it in perpetual slumber? What prompted this awakening?"

【Unknown. Will you comply?】

"Certainly. Our last communion feels like eons past." Even as she nodded, her consciousness hurtled toward the celestial entity’s dormant sanctum.

【Ye Linlang.】

The familiar mechanical resonance greeted her – emotionless, yet appropriately divine. Before her loomed the signature violet ocular manifestation.

"Consciousness of Heaven," she inclined her head respectfully. "What urgent matter brings this summons?"

【Affirmation.】

【Your stewardship proves exemplary. My initial selection was judicious.】

The cosmic entity’s use of personal pronouns marked hard-earned respect – a privilege Ye Linlang had carved through millennia of service.

【Imminent peril prompts this warning – beyond your system’s retrospective capabilities.】

"Peril warranting divine intervention?" Her brows furrowed. "But our monitoring systems…"

【Detect only manifest threats. This… is foresight.】