“Target planet has fallen silent.
Damage level… ninety-nine percent.
Conclusion: this planet has lost its economic value.
There is no need to dispatch personnel for repairs.” A cold report flowed out from the Intelligentsia Guild’s observation department.
The “Destruction” of Stede-Karl had now been subjected to detailed data analysis by the entire Intelligentsia Guild.
This time, the “Incineration Avatar” descended upon Stede-Karl, after which the planet experienced a supermassive earthquake until its civilization was destroyed.
The time it took was only a short thirteen hours.
Combined with the target’s previous actions, along with big data analysis, the Intelligentsia Guild inferred the target “Wen Jin’s” [Destruction Interval].
After the target appears, within 11 to 20 system hours, the place where he manifests will encounter an irreversible [Destruction Event], with the range of destruction falling between “civilizational destruction” and “stellar-system destruction.” According to descriptions from frontline employees who personally came into contact with him, this target is emotionally stable, gentle in nature, suitable for appropriate contact, and shows no obvious tendency toward [Destruction].
He has a handsome and refined face, a magnetic voice, and clear muscular contours beneath his figure… Wait, did something strange get mixed into this report?
The employee in charge of reviewing the report looked at the “receptionist young lady” who had communicated face-to-face with Wen Jin with an expression like “old man on the subway looking at his phone.” Noticing the other party’s odd gaze, the receptionist young lady who had just been transferred back from Stede-Karl to the IPC headquarters could not help her little face turning red.
For some reason, ever since that “Incineration Avatar” had very gentlemanly reminded her to stay away from that hell, she would always think of that flawless face whenever she zoned out.
And when she learned that she had to submit a detailed report related to that lord… her mind became filled entirely with the conversation between the two of them at the time.
Every detail, every part of the process… was so utterly fascinating to her.
Back then, she had actually felt afraid because of the other party’s ability that “foretold Destruction,” showing fear in front of him.
Thinking back on it now, she truly regretted it… “…” The employee reviewing the report looked at the receptionist before him and stared at the rich blush on her face.
After hesitating again and again, he finally added this sentence to the report.
“The target possesses exceptional personal charisma.
Pay attention when making assessments.” If there was another chance for contact next time, they should send a male employee to try… … Xianzhou Luofu Fifty years had passed since the destruction of Cangcheng.
Fifty years ago, the survival vessel carrying the last batch of Cangcheng remnants arrived at the Luofu.
When the personnel responsible for reception and jurisdiction at the Luofu port opened the survival vessel, the scene that entered their eyes moved everyone at the port at the time.
The survival vessel, with its seats removed, was filled with the smell of blood.
Countless exhausted Cloud Knights who had not fallen into Mara-Struck lay on the ground, groaning.
Most of them were seriously injured, and had only received simple protection before being stuffed into the survival vessel.
Some people even had only half their bodies left, their faces as pale as paper… The people who still had some ability to move were not much better.
In order to shake off the pursuers behind them, the former Star-Skiff Fighter pilot responsible for piloting the vessel, who was also that Sugar Water Auntie from Cangcheng’s snack street, had truly exhausted her own life to control the survival vessel.
An entire ship of people were like a ship full of battered cabbages, charging wildly through interstellar space.
Fortunately, Xianzhou Natives had tenacious vitality.
Under that kind of jolting, they merely ended up bruised here and there, rather than scattered into pieces everywhere.
But that Sugar Water Auntie, who had saved an entire ship of people, passed away half an hour after the ship docked… Before her death, she handed a scorching Arrow of the Hunt to the nearest Cloud Knights and instructed them that this was a divine object bestowed by that “Lord of Extinction.” The Luofu was to properly safeguard it, and one day, use it to repay their benefactor.
That Arrow of the Hunt, blessed by the “Lord of Extinction,” had become tainted with the “Power of Cinder-Destruction.” This power of “Destruction” could suppress the blessing of “Yaoshi the Abundance,” but at the same time, for long-lived Xianzhou Natives, it was also a “double-edged sword” that would shorten their lifespan.
After that, this Arrow of the Hunt was preserved within the Luofu’s Divination Commission.
No one except the general and the Master Diviner themselves could activate it without authorization.
Logically speaking, something like this would be most effective if placed in the Ten-Lords Commission.
After all… for Xianzhou Natives, a dignified passing was far better than stepping into Mara-Struck.
But that “Lord of Extinction’s” mighty power and the demonic power of “Ruin Author” came from the same source.
Something so uncontrollable… still had to be strictly guarded.
The current Xueyi and Hanya had already joined the Luofu registry, but the scene from fifty years ago still lingered in their hearts like a nightmare.
The monstrous abominations were like an endless flood, pressing toward their battle line.
In the sky, that burning mountain range rolled onward like the end of the world… And at that critical moment, a golden light illuminated the crimson sky.
That figure was like a savior as he stepped into the very center of the battle line.
Beneath that dazzling golden fire, the abominations wailed, ultimately becoming a handful of dust and ash.
At the time, Xueyi had already lost consciousness, but Hanya, as the younger sister, witnessed that scene with her own eyes, all the way until today, fifty years later… “Xueyi, Hanya, you’ve returned from patrol.” At the Starskiff Haven Central Hub, Xueyi and Hanya, who had just finished today’s patrol mission and were on their way home, were suddenly called to a stop by a kindly voice.
The two sisters dressed in Cloud Knights battle armor heard the voice and turned around, only to discover a kind middle-aged woman looking at them warmly.
“It’s Granny Anxin.
How do you have time to come out for a stroll?” Seeing that familiar face, Xueyi gently took off her helmet and spoke very warmly to this neighborly granny.
In the fifty years since they moved to the Luofu, this kind-hearted granny had helped them plenty.
But… in recent years, because she had grown too old, this granny rarely went out anymore.
It was said that she had already submitted an application to the Ten-Lords Commission.
Perhaps before long, she would be ferried by the Underworld Emissaries to the Hall of Karma… Hanya, beside her, also took off her helmet and looked at Granny Anxin with concern.
“Ah… it’s nothing much.
I just suddenly felt like going to request a portrait of [Lord of Extinction] to hang at home.” Hearing this, Granny Anxin shook her head slightly, then showed the “portrait of Sacrosanct” in her hands to the two of them.
In that portrait, the handsome Wen Jin held a “Zhenjun Sword,” and beside him were all the evil spirits that had been cut down by that “True Fire of Extinction.” “This…” Looking at the portrait that had clearly been processed with Xianzhou characteristics, the sisters looked at each other, a strange look flashing through both their eyes.
A portrait of Sacrosanct… had it even gotten a new version?
“Haha, it seems this image is somewhat different from the Sacrosanct in your memories.” Looking at the strange expressions on their faces, Granny Anxin slowly smiled, and there was a bit of helplessness in that smile.
“This old woman… has never glimpsed Sacrosanct’s true appearance.
Had I known, before requesting the painting, I should have asked you two children first.” “Granny…” Hearing this, Hanya suddenly looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.
Actually, if Granny Anxin wanted one, she could just ask her directly.
After all… when she had nothing to do, she would copy portraits of Sacrosanct at home.
“No need to trouble yourself, girl Hanya.
This old woman… is only asking for a bit of comfort.” Seeing Hanya like that, Granny Anxin shook her head slightly and said, “This old woman is now advanced in years and knows that I’m not far from passing away.
But those past events come like tides, crashing toward me at every moment…” “This old woman is afraid… afraid that in the end, I’ll become that inhuman, ghost-like monster.
Afraid that before the Underworld Emissaries can come to welcome me, I’ll first become an abomination.
That’s why… I requested a portrait of Zhenjun, only hoping to find fulfillment when I pass away…” In the current Xianzhou Alliance, the story of “Lord of Extinction granting Salvation from Mara-Struck” had already been circulating for a full fifty years.
With the Xianzhou Alliance’s tacit approval, as well as the active spread of the Cangcheng remnants, Wen Jin had now already become a [benevolent god] in the hearts of the Xianzhou Natives, one who could extinguish immortality for them and remove their curse.
★ ★ ★ T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me.
★ ★ ★ Shilling time!