Chapter 999
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Chapter 999 White Impermanence
Boom–!
A huge explosion erupted from the distant street, with billowing smoke rising slowly.
Shao Pingge stood alone on top of the high-rise building, gazing towards the direction where Chen Han was battling the “Mystery”, and let out a long sigh.
“A complete Daxia Divine Relic… I wonder when I’ll meet that person who can upgrade my [White Impermanence] back to Divine Relic status.” Shao Pingge shrugged.
Although Shao Pingge was the proxy of Daxia’s King Yama, like Fang Mo, he obtained divine power through certain mediums when Daxia’s gods hadn’t fully awakened, only reaching the level of ultra-high-risk Forbidden Relic.
Now that all Daxia gods have returned from reincarnation, as long as he can find the King Yama who granted him the Relic back then, he could fully obtain the power of the Divine Relic, and his [White Impermanence] would also ascend to the Divine Relic level.
“After Daxia gods return to Daxia, some ultra-high-risk Forbidden Relics will evolve into Divine Relics. When more proxies of Daxia gods appear, there will be more Divine Relics… It seems the Nightwatcher’s Forbidden Relic ranking will need major revisions soon…
The Intelligence Department folks will be quite busy.”
Shao Pingge felt somewhat schadenfreude.
Compiling and revising the Forbidden Relic rankings has always been the Intelligence Department’s job. Although one or two new Forbidden Relics appear every year, it’s not a big deal for the overall ranking, so the rankings are usually updated every three years.
Shao Pingge calculated that it had been less than two years since the last ranking update. However, with the war breaking out and Daxia gods returning, the Forbidden Relic rankings would likely undergo earth-shattering changes, forcing the Intelligence Department to start collecting materials early to re-evaluate the rankings.
Shao Pingge’s gaze fell on the distant sky, where rays of sunlight pierced through the black night sky, illuminating one corner.
Dawn was approaching.
This sleeping city would soon awaken, and at that time, many ordinary people would take to the streets, beginning to prepare for their busy and fulfilling New Year’s Eve.
But now, the “Mystery” disturbance was just beginning.
If these ordinary people were allowed to move freely, the “Mystery” stirring in this city would cause massive casualties among them.
“It’s my turn now.” Shao Pingge narrowed his eyes.
He walked to the edge of the building, sat down next to the snow-covered ground, leaned against the wall, and slowly closed his eyes.
Snowflakes fell on his cloak and cheeks, turning his eyebrows white. He lowered his head, as if falling into deep sleep, letting the snow pile up on his body like a snowman.
An invisible Forbidden Relic spread out, and in that instant, an almost imperceptible boundary pressure leaked out!
Half-step to human ceiling.
…
Beijing City, in someone’s home.
Just as a corner of the sky began to brighten, a crisp alarm sound rang by the window.
A middle-aged man fumbled to turn off the alarm and wobbled up from bed. After a moment’s pause, just as he was about to get up, an inexplicable drowsiness surged in his mind again.
The man had no resistance at all, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed back onto the bed, falling into deep sleep.
He had a dream.
In the dream, a man wearing a dark red cloak, looking drowsy, was yawning while telling him to turn left out the door, go down the stairs, and take shelter in the parking lot below.
In reality, the man lay briefly before suddenly sitting up from bed, quickly putting on his slippers, and rushing like an arrow towards the downstairs parking lot…
His eyes remained tightly closed, and even as he ran wildly, slight snoring could be heard.
Not just him, but everyone in the building, the entire district, even the whole of Beijing City, except for the Nightwatchers, was pulled into a mysterious dream state, and then in a sleepwalking state, began taking shelter in an orderly and extremely rapid manner.
These shelter locations varied: some went to civil defense shelters under their buildings, some to attic rooms, some to sturdy wardrobes in their rooms, and some in remote suburban areas simply hid under their blankets and fell into sweet dreams…
During their evacuation, these residents perfectly avoided all locations where “Mystery” was hidden or active, as if an invisible hand was guiding their direction.
From entering the dream, to sleepwalking and getting up, to the entire city completing evacuation, it took less than twenty seconds.
The moment Shao Pingge closed his eyes,
Beijing City fell into a collective dream.
This was the true power of the half-step ceiling level [White Impermanence], and the real strength of Shao Pingge, captain of the Beijing Nightwatcher team.
[Black Impermanence] cuts life and takes souls,
[White Impermanence] enters dreams to collect souls;
…
Dawn’s light filtered through the wild mountains on the outskirts of Beijing, falling on the remote land.
Ding Chongfeng carried a medicine box, rushing through the silent village with Fang Mo and the others, approaching the foot of the wild mountains.
“Eh?”
Su Zhe, panting and trailing at the back of the group, seemed to notice something and let out a light exclamation, rubbing his eyes hard.
“What’s wrong?” Ding Chongfeng asked alertly, “Did you see a ‘Mystery’ appear?”
“…No.” Su Zhe stared blankly towards the village, “I think I just saw a villager in pajamas run out of their house and dive straight into a pigsty…”
Ding Chongfeng: …
Su Yuan couldn’t help but reach out and pinch Su Zhe’s waist, twisting it 180 degrees.
“Is this the time for your jokes? Huh?!”
Accompanied by Su Zhe’s screams, Fang Mo raised his head and sniffed the air, “There’s no scent of ‘Mystery’ within a kilometer… The ‘Mystery’ distribution should be very sparse around here.”
“Then this is the place.”
Ding Chongfeng bent down, opened the medicine box, took out a series of wound treatment medicines and tools, and looked solemnly at Fang Mo.
“Unwrap it, let’s finish this quickly.”
“…Mm.”
Fang Mo’s other hand grabbed the cloth tightly bound to his arm and loosened it bit by bit. As drops of blood seeped out onto the ground, a strange fragrance spread.
The Su Yuan and Su Zhe siblings, who were fighting with each other, stopped simultaneously and turned to look at Fang Mo.
“It smells so good… really good.” Su Zhe couldn’t help but speak up, “No wonder those mosquitoes all bite you, it smells so good I want to take a bite too.”
“? You pervert, stay away from Fang Mo!” Su Yuan kicked Su Zhe’s buttocks.
Ding Chongfeng unusually didn’t intervene in the siblings’ bickering. He seriously watched as Fang Mo slowly unwrapped the cloth, and when the wound was completely exposed to the air, he quickly took out medicine from the box and began carefully applying it.
Blood trickled onto the ground, and a rich strange fragrance drifted away with the sweeping east wind.
