The Statue Ghost had been full of anticipation, thinking today it would finally take down Wen Yan. In its senses, Wen Yan alone was worth dozens of ordinary people.
Just one person might be enough for it to recover, enough to let it move on to the next stage.
How could it possibly give up? Fishing in the real world, harvesting in the Netherworld—whatever could be reaped there all ca down to pure luck. Fortunately, it wasn’t picky; at or vegetables, as long as it was nourishing, it would do.
It wasn’t afraid that people who needed fate alteration would make outrageous demands. Whatever they asked for, as long as they ca seeking to change their fate, that was enough.
From the mont soone voluntarily ca to seek fate alteration, actually took the first step, the initiative was always in its hands.
When to start collecting the price, the "service fee," and how much to take—all of it was up to it.
Because the petitioner had agreed on their own accord.
In the past, it would at least maintain so basic rules, put on a bit of a performance, restrain itself a little. But this ti, it really didn’t want to hold back anymore.
Right when it was expecting Wen Yan to show up on ti today, the warhead hidden beneath the statue silently finished its countdown.
No ticking sound, no warning. After the countdown ended, in possibly just a few microseconds, the most intense reaction was complete.
The statue had only just sensed the danger, hadn’t even had ti to leave, when a massive plasma sphere abruptly ballooned outward right where it stood, devouring and vaporizing everything within hundreds of ters.
The closest statue, as if it never sensed a thing, was vaporized instantly—no ash left behind.
It was not afraid of Yang Energy harm. That only ant the Yang wasn’t strong enough yet.
The warhead, enchanted with layer upon layer of Yang Energy by Wen Yan, imbued at the current stage with the absolute limit of strength, upon detonation reached the actual surface temperature of the Sun.
At such a range even steel would vaporize in an instant, let alone a statue like it.
That giant plasma fireball expanded almost instantly, and with the Scorching Sun’s blessing, the warhead erupted at a heat and might far greater than under normal circumstances.
The massive fireball was like a true Sun. Its radiance turned everything around it into light—so dazzling that anyone who arrived could see nothing but blinding brilliance.
The light and heat radiating from the giant fireball ford a pulse of searing energy, sweeping over everything nearby at supersonic speed, utterly silent and devastating.
Every trace here was eradicated, wiped perfectly clean in an instant.
Soon after, around the fireball, the overheated, hyper-compressed air ford a bubble, rapidly expanding, transforming into a supersonic shockwave that spread in all directions.
When Wen Yan, a hundred li away, still couldn’t shield himself from the soundless flash even with protective glasses, he knew right away: the warhead blessed repeatedly by the Scorching Sun had already far surpassed the specs provided by the Scorching Sun Departnt.
By all calculations, the place he was standing shouldn’t be anywhere near the warhead’s lethal radius.
He’d already been cautious enough, coming deep into the mountains, at several tis the warhead’s kill radius.
He quickly climbed down from the mountaintop to hide behind the thick mountain’s lee.
In just over a minute, as soon as he’d settled in, he hadn’t even heard a sound when he felt the whole mountain tremble, as if struck by a massive force.
On both sides of the peak he was leaning against, a hurricane scread past—countless blades of wind charging through the valleys and tearing into the mountains.
The gale howled through the mountains—like a gigantic tornado appeared in a single terrifying instant.
Only after several seconds did the earth-shattering roar roll in, as if a Great Sun was unleashing its own primal roar.
The ground began to quake violently; the wind howled with rage. Wen Yan could even sense, even from here, that the air’s temperature seed to be climbing, and the thick Yin Qi all around was thinning and fading away.
Because, ever since entering the Netherworld, his passive effect "Sunless Travel" had been on by default—yet now, it had suddenly cut off, all on its own.
This ant that the Netherworld’s ambient harm to living humans like him had, at this mont, been forcefully swept away.
Wen Yan hid behind the mountain, feeling the light flaring past both faces of the peak start to fade. The strongest shockwave had passed. Gritting his teeth, he climbed back to the top.
From just a single glance—literally one look—he felt the rising Sun in his mind had soared significantly higher.
And the Scorching Sun’s progress jumped in one shot from 54% straight up to 59%.
All of that, just from a single glance.
Compared to the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu back then, he was far, far luckier.
He knew exactly what the true Sun’s structure was, what it looked like.
He even had the chance, relying on the power of modern science, to plant his own false Sun—by his own hand.
As the blinding light subsided, he couldn’t resist anymore. The first ti—this was the best chance. The thrill and emotional resonance would never be as strong as now, never forgotten.
He climbed back again to the mountaintop, bracing against the turbulent, howling wind, and looked to the distance.
The mist had been utterly scattered. A hundred li away, an enormous fireball hung over the land.
He could even sense that this fireball contained his Yang Energy—as if, in ways utterly beyond his comprehension, his Yang had sohow participated in a nuclear reaction.
The massive fireball refused to dissipate, the light steadily weakening from its brightest phase, until, even while wearing his glasses, he couldn’t see it clearly—he took the glasses off.
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