Chapter 218...

Chapter 13

Although Su and the others didn't quite understand, they could glean from Sang Zhitao's words that the existence of the God of Wish was due to that fragment of the world.

When Sang Zhitao retrieved the fragment, the God of Wish naturally disappeared as well.

The God of Hope's eyes, which had just held a hint of surprise, now remained calm. He looked at Sang Zhitao, raised his right hand, and lightly touched Sang Zhitao's cheek with his fingertips.

Sang Zhitao only felt something as cold as ice lightly touch her cheek, and before she could fully appreciate it, it quickly moved away.

"Is it impossible to stop it?" Suhe looked at the god of wishes, her eyes flickered slightly, and asked softly.

Sang Zhitao shook her head: "It's best for this world for him to return to his origins."

Suhe opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, she still couldn't open her mouth.

Sang Zhitao lowered her eyes and looked at her small, chubby hands, then at the god of wishes, lost in thought.

Fu Guanshi, meanwhile, was petting the spirit cat nearby, seemingly oblivious to the situation.

Jinmai's eyes were fixed on his wife.

For a moment, apart from Su He who was still paying attention to Yuan Shen, no one in the entire conference room gave him even the slightest glance.

"Why is there still no movement from over there?" In the conference room of the building outside the Criminal Investigation Brigade, everyone rubbed their temples in unison.

They had been watching the big screen for a long time, but there was still nothing unusual.

"We can't be eliminated in the first round, can we?!" The boy frowned, somewhat displeased. "Wasn't it said that there were powerful people inside protecting us?"

The old man beside him frowned: "No, should we attack directly?"

The boy rolled his eyes at him: "What if the people inside are alright? What if your reckless actions hurt them? Would you take responsibility?"

His words, like rolling pearls, rained down on the old man.

A hint of shame and indignation flashed in the old man's eyes, but he said nothing more and leaned heavily back in his chair.

The boy ignored his dissatisfaction and turned to the middle-aged man beside him: "Uncle Lin, could you please apply for a few more fortune tellers of eight stars or above to come and assist me with the calculations?"

Uncle Lin nodded without hesitation and turned to go out to make the arrangements.

The boy looked at the people in the conference room and nodded to a few of them: "You, you, you, you all will assist me later."

Then he turned to the old man and said, "Director Qian, could I borrow your bureau's array formation?"

The old man's lips curled into a straight line, and the intense displeasure in his eyes did not interrupt the young man's repeated urging. Only after the old man gave a soft hum and agreed did the young man let him go.

The preparations took several hours before the boy finally met the person he was waiting for.

Nine eight-star fortune tellers and nine six-star fortune tellers surrounded a thing that looked like a sundial.

This object is about half a meter in diameter and about two meters high. It is carved from a huge rock and has the Luoshu (Lo Shu Square) engraved on it.

This is the equipment that every provincial climate administration must have – the cluster array.

The main purpose of the "gathering array" method is to gather the calculation power of a large number of low-level fortune tellers when the local fortune-telling bureau is short of manpower. After gathering them, the calculation can be continued using the "gathering array" method.

Having absorbed the computational power of a large number of low-star fortune tellers, the Gathering Array can produce fortune-telling abilities exceeding level twelve for a period of time.

The boy's level was not low; at least in Minghai Province, where Linhai City is located, he could be considered a rare expert.

Even so, he still couldn't figure everything out and could only try to rely on the gathering array.

"Do you know the consequences of using the gathering array?" When Uncle Lin returned after finishing his work, he found that the young man had actually had a gathering array prepared. He was so shocked that he rushed forward to stop him.

The boy smiled and pushed his hand away: "It's okay, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"What a load of rubbish!" Uncle Lin's usually smiling face was now covered with frost, chilling to the bone.

The boy waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, I won't risk my life."

Uncle Lin took a few deep breaths and couldn't help but pat him hard on the back: "Your life can be saved, but what about your abilities?! Don't you want them anymore?"

Everyone looked at the boy with concern. Uncle Lin had already spoken what they all wanted to say. They didn't want the boy to take any risks, but they also knew that this was the best way.

Uncle Lin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them to look at the boy: "You know the consequences, right?"

The boy's playful and irreverent expression vanished instantly, and he nodded solemnly to Uncle Lin: "I know."

Uncle Lin watched him calmly for a long time, and finally silently stepped aside.

Watching this young man, filled with resolute determination, silently walk into the center of the formation.

This is the third time Uncle Lin has escorted a young man to the gathering formation, and he is also the youngest one he has ever escorted.

The first time was when he was twenty years old, when he saw off his junior apprentice.

That was a divination for a major national disaster. At the time, the Celestial Master Suhe was still young and unable to undertake such a divination of national destiny.

So the top geniuses in the country at the time joined forces with a group of fortune tellers of level 10 or above to use a divination array to calculate the fate of the nation.

The result was that of the eighty-one fortune tellers of level ten or above, only five survived, but their abilities were almost completely lost.

His junior brother, that genius boy, died in the calculations.

Later, he gave a gift to his friend, who was also a young genius, who performed a formation calculation during a national defense war.

He survived, but he also went from being a genius to an ordinary person.

In the formation calculation, it can be said that the younger the person, the greater the damage, and the lower the level, the more people there are.

Therefore, he knew that he could not stop the boy's actions, since this was probably the best solution at the moment.

Uncle Lin looked at the group of eighteen people in front of him, with the eight-star fortune teller at the core, surrounding the formation.

The boy made a hand gesture, bowed deeply, took a step back, and then took out a small knife, holding it in his palm.

As he did so, the other eighteen men followed suit, taking out their knives and placing them in their palms.

Just as the group was about to make the cut in their palms, a loud bang interrupted their actions.

Before they could react, a man suddenly burst into their group, shouting in a panic, "Something's happened at the Criminal Investigation Team!"

The boy and the others exchanged glances, then quickly dropped the knife and ran back to the meeting room.

The criminal investigation team, which had been operating normally, suddenly collapsed into ruins as if an earthquake had struck.

"What's going on?!" The boy looked at the person who had just stayed in the conference room with surprise.

The group exchanged glances, and a middle-aged man stepped forward to explain, "I don't know. It just collapsed suddenly, like there was an internal explosion."

As they were talking, suddenly the ruins on the big screen were filled with flying debris, and a huge black shadow appeared and disappeared in the dust.

Inside the Criminal Investigation Brigade building, Sang Zhitao was held in Fu Guanshi's arms, with Lingmao perched on her shoulder. Jinmai held Suhe, quickly dodging the rubble flying towards them until the surroundings became completely quiet.

"How could this happen?" Suhe was still completely bewildered.

Just moments ago, as they watched the God of Wishes' body become nearly transparent and about to disappear from the world, the God of Wishes underwent a strange change.

"Peach... I feel like something's off about the God of Wishes?"

Sang Zhitao had just yawned, intending to take a nap and wait for the God of Wishes to disappear so that the Heavenly Dao could replenish itself and complete the mission of this world.

But unexpectedly, in this short period of time, the God of Wish underwent a strange change.

Originally standing obediently in place, staring intently at Sang Zhitao, the god of wishes, reluctant to let go and waiting for its own return, began to have its fingertips tinged with gray.

Then, slowly, as if infected with some kind of virus, the gray color climbed upwards until it covered the entire face, and then the black pupils were dyed red.

He looked at Sang Zhitao with his red eyes, his slightly raised hand seemingly wanting to reach out and touch her.

Sang Zhitao suddenly opened her eyes, her drowsiness vanishing from her mind. She sniffed, the familiar scent that she had been chasing for several worlds filling her nostrils.

"Really!" Sang Zhitao exclaimed instinctively. Before anyone could react, she suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly shouted, "Run!"

Although Fu Guanshi usually seemed dull, he was quick to react. Upon hearing Sang Zhitao's words, he immediately took a few steps back.

Seeing her like this, Jinmai quickly hoisted his wife onto his back and ran outside.

The door was pulled open, and before the group could even be surprised by the eerie, dark scene outside, they heard a strange explosion coming from behind.

"Dodge!" Sang Zhitao exclaimed.

Jinmai and Fuguanshi quickly jumped to either side.

Then a tentacle as thick as a person's waist slammed heavily onto the spot where they had just been.

"What the hell?!" Jinmai glanced back instinctively.

Where the god of wishing had just stood, several tentacles were now intertwined, and the god of wishing had been carried by the tentacles to the rooftop.

“He’s getting bigger,” Sang Zhitao said, frowning.

At this point, everyone noticed that the god of prayer was still rising higher and higher, and that its tentacles were growing larger and larger.

"Be careful of a collapse!" Suhe kept calculating with her fingertips.

Jinmai and Fuguanshi exchanged a glance and immediately found a corner to avoid the roof that might fall.

As the tentacles continued to entangle, the walls of the entire room emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Then, to everyone's alarm, the conference room in front of them was cracked open by the enlarged god of wishes.

His tentacles, hidden beneath his black robe, stretched out in all directions, leaving ruins in their wake.

"Left!"

"right!"

"Jump!"

"squat!"

Under Suhe's command, the group jumped, crouched, dodged, and stepped on the rubble as they scrambled through the collapsing ruins.

Suhe's fingertips had already created phantom images.

When they finally escaped the ruins and stood atop them, God had already lost his original form.

Only a huge, black octopus stood before them.

Suhe was panting heavily, her fingertips trembling as she had been calculating.

Jinmai carefully placed her on a slightly flat surface, reached out and held his wife's hand, and massaged it for her.

Fu Guanshi even moved his large sleeve away from Sang Zhitao's face.

Looking at the giant octopus, Sang Zhitao felt powerless. She felt like she was fighting octopuses in every world.

Thinking of the texture of octopus tentacles from the last world, she looked at the giant octopus in front of her and couldn't help but swallow hard...