Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng could sense that if he were willing, releasing just a little bit of the 'special quality' within him that was different from the rules of this world would be enough to easily crush this space, just like stepping on a soap bubble, and annihilate the charlatan-like figure in front of him.

But doing so would immediately expose his deepest secret, attracting far more attention and trouble than he currently does. He came here to utilize this story world, to digest its unique traits, and even to gain more.
So now is not the time.

He closed his eyes and began, like a precision instrument, to silently analyze, record, and mimic the omnipresent divine power of heaven around him.

This is a good opportunity to learn about the enemy.

Yes, whether it's heaven or hell, the moment Wu Heng arrived in this story world, they all became enemies.

Because what Wu Heng is going to do will inevitably go against their wishes.

Wu Heng sat down cross-legged, trying to utilize the power within the reasonable limits of this world's storyline.

Waiting for the Winchester brothers, who always seem to create 'miracles,' to come and help him out of his predicament seems like a good option.

He was like a spy who had infiltrated the deepest part of the enemy camp, enjoying the dangerous tranquility and calmly cracking the enemy's code.

Perhaps the other party is the real prey.

outside.

The night wind at Kaiser Cliff carried the lingering smell of blood and sulfur, blowing against Dean and Sam's faces, but it couldn't chill their hearts at that moment.

The two crashed heavily onto the cold ground. The holy yet terrifying vortex of white light before them had vanished, as if everything that had just happened was merely a nightmare.

But the emptiness around them clearly told them that Wu Heng—their most powerful ally at present—had been left in that strange paradise space.

They could understand if it were done by a demon, but what they were witnessing was the work of an angel described in the Bible.
"Damn it!" Dean slammed his fist into the rock beside him, his knuckles instantly breaking and bleeding, but he felt no pain, only intense regret and anger burning in his chest. "We should have listened to him. That formation really had a problem."

Sam, pale-faced, scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with disbelief and a sense of utter disorientation at the collapse of his worldview: "Dean... that was an angel?"

"How could angels... how could they use such methods? They watched dozens of people being sacrificed and allowed a seal to be broken. This is the complete opposite of what they should be doing!"

As a demon hunter, one will inevitably use the Bible and holy water to some extent when performing exorcisms, and will naturally have many opportunities to interact with faith.

Many witchers are even devout believers themselves.

This is what Sam finds unbelievable.

Dean spat out a mouthful of dirt-covered saliva, his voice hoarse and cold: "Kindness, saving the world, Sam, we've been hunting demons for so many years, we should have understood one thing long ago: what's said in books and churches is often a completely different thing from reality!"

He glanced around at the withered corpses, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Look at these 'necessary sacrifices,' is this how Heaven behaves?"

"But aren't they afraid?" Sam's voice trembled. "Aren't they afraid that the gates of hell will be opened completely, that Lucifer will be released? We, and hunters like Bobby, are risking our lives to stop it all, and they seem to be condoning it?"

Dean lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the smoke quickly dissipated in the cold air: "If they were worried, they wouldn't have set this up."

“Either they’re so confident they think they have everything under control, or,” he lowered his voice and leaned closer to Sam, “or they simply don’t care what happens to the world, or… they have other plans.”

“But one thing is certain: they are by no means as virtuous and noble as described in the Bible.” He gave Sam a wary look, indicating that this was not a place to stay for long and that there were some things that could not be said yet.

Sam immediately understood, and the two quickly gathered their scattered equipment and hurried away from the cliff, which was filled with an aura of death and misfortune.

In the instant they were thrown into space, a thought from Wu Heng clearly entered their minds, telling them 'Don't panic' and leaving behind some key information and instructions.

At this moment, this information was etched into their consciousness like a brand.

Back inside the Black Antelope van, the oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating.

"Daddy's matter... I'm afraid it will have to be postponed." Sam closed his eyes in anguish.

“I know,” Dean interrupted him, gripping the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white. “I also want to find Lilith right now and rescue Daddy, but not now.”

He glanced at Sam in the passenger seat, his expression complicated: "Without Lor, we couldn't even handle a powerful white-eyed demon, let alone Lilith. Besides, we're the ones who got him into this mess this time."

Sam was silent for a moment, then sighed heavily. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become resolute:
"That's right, we have to rescue him first. Without him, we can't do anything."

"This is what we should do."

For the two of them, it was a difficult decision: to temporarily abandon their father in order to save Wu Heng.

The two brothers quickly reached a consensus on this point, and their urgent desire to save their father was temporarily suppressed by the more realistic predicament.

According to the information Wu Heng conveyed, to break through that heavenly space, two things are needed: first, a 'faith coordinate' outside the space to re-establish the connection channel; and second, a weapon that can effectively damage or even eliminate that angelic light and shadow. Ordinary holy water, salt bullets, or even angelic blades might have the opposite effect on the opponent's home turf, or even empower the opponent.

Wu Heng specifically pointed out that the power of the evil spirit puppet was temporarily suppressed, and the demon dagger in Ruby's hand contained the ultimate power of darkness and curse, which was the key to fighting against that highly condensed holy power.

"Find Ruby first!" Dean started the engine. "We need her damn knife."

Sam immediately took out his phone and dialed the number Ruby had used to contact them before.

"Hello, the number you dialed is not in service."

This result has been repeated several times.

"I can't get in touch with her." Dean slammed on the gas pedal in frustration.

“Then let’s settle the other condition first.” Sam flipped through the fragments of information Wu Heng had sent into his mind. “That teleportation guidance array requires ‘absolute faith’ to activate. It was successful before because the angel had injected power and coordinates there in advance. We need a true believer.”

For the next half day, the two brothers used all available resources to quietly search for suitable targets within the church network in Adams and the surrounding area.

They need a clergy member who is steadfast in faith, relatively simple-minded, and easily 'guided'.

Eventually, a priest named Matthew Peters came into their view.

He served in a small community church, was highly regarded, and known as the 'Kind Father,' renowned for his unparalleled piety and help for the poor. (End of Chapter)