Extra Chapter 25: Death
The four of them walked out of the briefing room in a daze, and it was not until the cold corridor air hit their faces again that they seemed to regain a sense of reality.
They passed.
They became official agents.
And... he was assigned to Feng Tianning, to the legendary Group 11!
Excitement, fear, pride, as well as great anxiety and hidden anticipation for the future...
All kinds of emotions mixed together, impacting their minds.
Gao Meng threw a punch and shouted in a low voice, "Damn it! It was worth it!"
Zhao Sha covered her chest, her face finally showing some color, but her eyes were still dazed.
"Team Eleven...we really..."
Li Mu didn't say anything. He just looked down at his hands. The cold touch of the yearbook seemed to still remain.
He knew that they had indeed left the physical mysterious realm of Yucai Middle School, but another deeper and more complex "battlefield" had just opened its doors to them.
And their mentor is Feng Tianning, who is as powerful as a god but as cold as the abyss.
The future is uncertain, life and death are hard to predict.
But at this moment, they were standing in the corridor of the special case team headquarters.
Looking at the light of survival and the rekindled fighting spirit in each other's eyes, they knew that they had embarked on a path of no return.
Three days later, a new beginning.
A cold metal corridor stretched behind them, isolating the door to the briefing room.
Li Mu and the other three stood in the familiar atmosphere of the special case team headquarters, but it felt like a lifetime ago.
The ecstasy of passing the test passed briefly like a tide, leaving behind bone-deep fatigue and bottomless anxiety about the future.
Group 11.
Feng Tianning.
These two words are like a brand, burned into their hearts and into the trajectory of their destiny.
Gao Meng grinned and tried to dispel the chill that followed him like a shadow by swinging his fist, but his smile was a little stiff.
Zhao Sha's fingertips were cold as she repeatedly stroked the brand new agent badge, as if to confirm its authenticity.
Wang Ke followed silently at the end, his eyes downcast, like a plant overly eroded by shadows.
He shouldn't have been here, but as the only living person rescued from the strange domain, Director Cai waved his hand and stuffed him into Group 11.
Li Mu took a deep breath and forced himself to withdraw from the cold touch and memories of the blood and tears album.
Three days.
Only three days of respite.
They all knew this was not the end.
The mysterious domain of rules at Yucai Middle School is an extremely concentrated horror experience, but what Group 11 will face will be normalized unknown dangers in various forms.
Their mentor is powerful and unpredictable, and seems to represent an order and power that they cannot understand.
However, what they glimpsed was only a tiny glimpse of the mundane struggle for survival.
In a higher dimension that they cannot perceive or understand, at the end of the interweaving laws of time and space, the loom of fate is quietly turning a larger spool.
A hundred years has passed, and for ordinary people, the world has changed dramatically. But for some beings, it may be just a blink of an eye, or perhaps a long sleep and revival.
Above the Nine Heavens, there is the ancient heavenly palace.
This place is not the magnificent and fairy-like place described in mortal legends.
Rather, it is the core of the concretization of laws and the starting point for maintaining the order of the world.
The vast and boundless sea of clouds is not water vapor, but condensed chaotic spiritual energy; the palace pillars supporting the sky are not jade, gold and crystal, but interwoven chains of rules, on which flow the light and shadow of the birth and death of stars, and the cycle of cause and effect.
An absolute, cold, and almost indifferent "heavenly rule" shrouds everything.
This is the source and also the end point.
At this moment, the eternal silence was broken.
Two streams of light, one as clear as moonlight, containing endless vitality and creation;
One was as solid as a star core, carrying the power to create the world, penetrating layers of barriers of time and space, and like a tired bird returning to its nest, it landed accurately in front of the most core palace in the Heavenly Palace.
The light faded away, revealing the figures of Feng Tianning and Feng Yangxi.
However, they are now completely different from when they were in the special case team.
The earthly aura around Feng Tianning was gone, his appearance remained the same, but his holiness and majesty were unchanging.
What is reflected in his eyes is no longer the mundane world, but the mountains, rivers, the country, and the reproduction of all things. As his eyes move, it seems as if an infinite world is being created and destroyed.
She just stood there quietly, and the Dao rhythm flowing naturally around her caused the solidified lines of law around her to fluctuate slightly, expressing her awe-inspiring submission.
Feng Yangxi shed his cold protective outer shell, revealing the true face of the creator god.
His aura was even deeper and more vast, like the boundless starry sky, containing all the laws and mathematics of the operation of the universe.
His eyes were calm, yet seemed to be able to see through all illusions and point directly to the source.
He stood side by side with Nuwa, one dominating life and transformation, the other in charge of stability and reason. They were the incarnations of the two most fundamental laws that constituted the foundation of this world.
They are back.
They returned to the core of the Heavenly Palace, which had been jointly constructed and maintained by their divine power since its inception.
However, the faces of the two supreme gods did not show any relief or peace of returning home.
Nuwa frowned slightly, sensing the power of laws flowing in the Heavenly Palace.
Still vast, still powerful, but... out of order.
An extremely subtle "noise" that is enough to alert the gods is mixed into the originally harmonious and perfect rhythm.
It was as if a few discordant notes were mixed into an eternal and magnificent melody. Although faint, they were extremely harsh and were slowly eroding the main melody.
"The operation of the heavenly way... seems to be more difficult than before I came to the earth." Nuwa spoke, her voice ethereal and ethereal, no longer carrying a trace of human emotion, only pure perception and statement.
Fuxi nodded slightly, his fingers moving unconsciously in the air, countless brilliant innate Bagua symbols appeared and disappeared, and evolved at his fingertips.
The golden divine patterns slowly flowed in his eyes, which were the most fundamental structure of this world.
"It's not caused by external force." Fuxi's voice was low and steady.
"It's internal decay. The Way of Heaven... is dissolving from within. Something is exploiting loopholes in the rules themselves, distorting their operation, draining their power, and constantly undermining the Way of Heaven."
His gaze was cast towards the depths of the Heavenly Palace, which was the ultimate heart where all laws converged and the concrete place where the "Way of Heaven" was manifested.
"It's Pangu..." Nuwa said softly, not as a question, but as a confirmation.
A hint of cold understanding flashed across those eyes that contained the life of all things.
"When he created the universe, he died of exhaustion, his body transforming into all things. His spirit should have returned to chaos. However, his obsession with the position of 'Co-Lord of Heaven and Earth' was too deep, and a trace of the most fundamental evil of chaos took the opportunity to infect some of his scattered power and lurked there."
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