Above Destiny

Chapter 587 Why worry about having no reason?

"After waiting for so long, it's finally showing its face."

In the midst of the raging storm, on the rooftop where not a drop of water fell, Fan Yun glanced at the monster born from the disaster and finally put down his wine glass.

He slowly propped himself up and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.

As they descended the steps, they entered the massive ritual chamber, which had already been prepared amidst the raging wind and rain. The projection of the ritual chamber showed the rise and fall of the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains in exquisite detail.

He trampled them under his feet step by step.

They trampled over it.

Finally, he raised his hand.

Close one eye and squint the other.

He clenched his right fist, raised his thumb, and aimed it at the hungry, howling beast a thousand miles away, until the outline of his thumb completely covered the beast's body.

Then, with a casual tap, he pressed down!
A piercing, sharp sound burst forth instantly, echoing endlessly between the sea and the sky.

Like an eraser rubbing against glass, amidst a series of sharp sounds, the mountain-like calamity beast suddenly froze in place, and then, an immense pressure emerged from the void and suddenly erupted.

boom.!!

The enormous body, pressed down by fingers from a thousand miles away, plunged into the sea, stirring up a raging tide. Its limbs thrashed about in terror, yet it could not break free.

A distant finger, like a pillar of heaven, descended from the dome.

The power of heaven and man is manifested at this moment.

wait--

Immediately afterwards, at the Imperial military base, Duke Passarella yawned, complaining about the old fogies in the Senate, and raised his hands, his index fingers and thumbs extended and joined together, like a viewfinder, aiming at the immobilized monster.

Suddenly, a square frame appeared in the void above the sky, looking down and enveloping the calamity beast within it. At the opposite corner, two lines extended out, intersecting each other, like a scope, locking onto the calamity beast itself.

In that instant, all things fell silent.

The world is shrouded in gloom.

A ray of light of extinction descended from the heavens!
With ease, it pierced through the wailing beast, and then a violent shockwave rose up, blowing in all directions, easily evaporating countless seawater and grains of sand.

Amidst the deafening roar, a mushroom cloud rose into the air.

The calamity beast was destroyed, leaving no trace of its remains.

Just one second after its birth, it was targeted and annihilated by two celestial beings, leaving no trace of its remains.

Bang!
Amidst the muffled crashes, the once raging typhoon rapidly dissipated and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's it.

"That's enough, everyone. You've worked hard all night."

Fan Yun withdrew his hand, glanced one last time at the shattered projection at his feet, then nonchalantly looked away and smiled warmly at his waiting subordinates: "Later, I will report your achievements to Zhongcheng."

"Thanks to the general's maturity and prudence, and his foresight in anticipating the enemy's moves, this scourge has been eliminated from the Central Plains."

The pale-skinned, emerald-eyed colonel beside him grinned and glanced mockingly at the teetering figure in the sky above Tacheng: "That kid from the Security Bureau certainly got to show off a bit."

"The young man is good, a bit straightforward, but he has also made contributions to the Federation and Middle-earth."

Fan Yun nonchalantly accepted the towel handed to him by his subordinate, wiped his hands, and tossed it aside: "Tell the Security Bureau to bring one when we're reporting our achievements later. It's rare to see such sincerity in the Central Plains."

And take that kid Hai Chao with you too; he did contribute after all.

He paused, looked at the person beside him, and said with a slightly serious expression: "Attitude, you need to show your attitude, understand? Although the laws of the Federation are lenient, they are not as harsh as those of the Empire. But as the backbone that the Federation relies on, success or failure is secondary. Your attitude must be correct first and foremost. You cannot be lax."

"Yes."

Everyone bowed their heads in unison, and then the assistant added two more names to the list of meritorious service and awards.

"Alright, young people, go celebrate."

Fan Yun waved his hand and left with his hands behind his back: "I'm getting old and can't stay up all night. I need to rest now."

Everyone followed behind, seeing the general off to the door and watching him get into the car and disappear from sight. Only then did the lively music begin.

After a long wait, the waiters brought out fine wines, and the dancers who had been waiting all night in the lounge took the stage to the sound of singing.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, every face beamed with joy, celebrating the victory.

Tongshan, descended from the sky.

As the storm gradually subsided, it landed on Ji Jue's unfinished building, panting heavily.

A cracking sound rang out, extending upwards from the arm holding the brush, spreading densely like a spider web.

When everything finally came to an end, I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the strength to breathe.

Leaning against the wall.

As the rain gradually thinned, he looked up at the dissipating aftershocks. The magnificent city still stood, free of mud and dust, brightly lit, and bustling as ever.

The torrents outside the city were too far away; the raging mudslides and floods, the cries and tears—all were nowhere to be seen.

Outside the city, figures rose into the sky and began to deal with the remaining monsters, systematically clearing and slaughtering them.

A wisp of fire descended from the sky and exploded out of thin air.

From the flames, the blurry figure quickly solidified, revealing a mocking smile.

Jin Wuyan, the operations director of the fourth department of the Central Earth Security Bureau's Operations Division.

After observing overnight, I donned a custom-made formal suit, spotless.

At that moment, glancing at his disheveled appearance, she suddenly grinned and sighed, "You've had a tough night, Xiao Tong. It wasn't easy. Otherwise, we wouldn't have had such a smooth experience."

I never expected that you would be so helpful when the operations department couldn't reach you. I have to say thank you on behalf of everyone.

"You're welcome."

Tong Shan nonchalantly raised his wrist, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied with a smile, "Fuck your mother."

"..."

Jin Wuyan paused for a moment, and his mocking smile gradually faded.

He never imagined that he would hear such words from Tong Shan's mouth one day; even he himself couldn't help but doubt his own ears.

"What did you say?"

He said, "Fuck your mother."

Right behind him, someone repeated, "What, didn't you hear me? I'll give you a tape recorder, you can listen to it at your leisure, okay?"

In that instant, a gushing chill swept over us.

Only now did Jin Wuyan realize that someone was standing behind him, quietly watching him.

Ji Jue!

"This isn't a helipad, it's private property, and visitors aren't welcome. Where should the bill be sent later? The Security Bureau or the Operations Department?"

Ji Jue slowly stepped out and blocked Tong Shan's path. He glanced at Tong Shan and suddenly laughed, "Or, you can stay. It would be good for our workshop to properly entertain our guest."

In the blink of an eye, intricate spiritual circuits emerged from the building, and the spiritual energy seal of the workshop began to warm up, about to be activated.

This made Jin Wuyan's expression even more unpleasant.

In the brief silence, he glanced at Tong Shan and Ji Jue, then suddenly chuckled coldly: "He truly is a master craftsman; he forgot that little Tong has such a good friend..."

"It was my fault for trespassing into the workshop."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, pulled out two coins, and casually tossed them on the ground.

"keep the change."

After giving Ji Jue one last glance, the flames burst forth and vanished without a trace.

gone.

"As expected of the National Security Bureau, they can bend and stretch. I even hung his own mother upstairs, and they still tolerated it, not giving me even the slightest excuse to take action."

Ji Jue sighed regretfully, turned around, and looked behind him: "Brother Shan, your workplace culture doesn't seem to be very good."

"It has always been this way."

Tong Shan shook his head indifferently: "If the newcomers refuse to kowtow, how can the elders give them a good look? For Tianyuan's sake, we may be on good terms on the surface, but that doesn't stop us from fighting to the death behind the scenes."

This isn't the first time.

"Alright, stop pretending."

Ji Jue glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and pushed him out. Tong Shan stumbled and fell into a wheelchair that had been prepared beforehand.

"Sorry, I don't have any other brand of spirit essence supplements on hand. The ones used in the workshop are a bit too pure, so please bear with it." Ji Jue took out a syringe, pulled out one end, and swiftly plunged it into Tong Shan's neck, pushing it all the way in.

Instantly, Tong Shan convulsed, his pupils widening.

The massive influx of spiritual energy was like a flood raging across scorched earth, bringing an overwhelming amount of sweet rain that extinguished the flames but also caused his vision to go black.

"You really aren't cut out to be a doctor," Tong Shan coughed and sighed. "Next time, could you please call an ambulance for me?" "That's so expensive. Even if you have money, you can't just waste it like that."

Ji Jue pressed down on his shoulder, sensing his condition. "Hmm, the matrix is ​​a bit damaged, and its spiritual energy is depleted. Apart from the burns, there's nothing wrong... Do you want to rest for a while? I have a guest room here, or should I take you back?"

"It's not even as good as your guest rooms."

Tong Shan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "After exposing my weakness, this vulnerable state might just give rise to the heretical cult."

"Is it really that dangerous?" Ji Jue was shocked.

Tong Shan turned around and glanced at the instigator.

"You've set a good example, don't you think?"

The Huaxie Cult committed a lifetime of evil deeds, but who would have thought that its usefulness after death would be greater than its usefulness while alive?

Without the "Cult-Curing Group," everyone can be a member of the "Cult-Curing Group," and can even occasionally act as a guest member...

Ji Jue sighed, feeling that his Evil Transformation Holy Dynasty was destined for misfortune.

I looked up, through the sparse rain, at the distant city, the rain, the floods, and the ruins outside, and couldn't help but shake my head.

"...How does it feel to have worked all night for nothing, feeling caught in the middle and not appreciated by anyone?"

He brought this on himself, standing up to play the hero only to suffer for nothing. Whether he'll receive any useless verbal praise or recognition is another matter, but he'll also be ostracized and disliked by his colleagues.

The people of Central Asia who received the aid would not know who did what for them, and even if they did, they would not express their gratitude.

There was only hatred and disgust.

"Why bother?" Tong Shan chuckled self-deprecatingly and shook his head indifferently: "If I really cared about this, why would I have stood up?"
"If we did nothing, we might actually be more popular than we are now."

"So what's the point?"

"I've done the work. No matter how much or how little I do, whatever the final result, even if it's just a little bit, as long as one more person can survive, that's fine."

Tong Shan sighed wearily, "The Way of Tianyuan is to blend in with the world. To remain completely innocent is harder than ascending to heaven, but even losing one's innocence is better than standing idly by, or even..."

He paused for a moment, then, unable to resist the urge to mock, closed his eyes:

"—To go along with the corrupt practices."

Ji Jue didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder, pushed the wheelchair, and took him to the guest room.

He turned and walked towards the workshop.

After pushing open the door, his expression gradually turned cold.

Only when alone can one remove the mask and no longer conceal the gloom, disgust, and even anger that cannot be expressed outwardly.

"These bastards..."

He stared at the satellite cloud image on the screen. "What a beautiful dream."

Over the radio, a spokesperson for the New White State government announced gleefully that in this time of crisis, help came from all sides. After the Federation and the Empire dispersed the typhoon, they also invested a large amount of resources in disaster relief, rescue, and even training to help the affected people master new skills and rebuild their lives.

They have already, impatiently, thoroughly exploited those destitute and wounded disaster victims, sending them to mines and oil fields to make them shine.

That's a brilliant plan.

It's likely that the Federation and the Empire have long had a tacit understanding behind the scenes.

We must not allow this sudden typhoon to make landfall, nor can we allow the disaster to continue to escalate... Otherwise, how many oil fields and mines will the typhoon sweep through as it hurtles? How many monstrous creatures and mutants will be spawned in the raging torrents?

At that time, the already precarious stability and order will be shaken once again, and may even affect the efficiency of the exploitation and oppression on both sides.

To this end, they spared no effort to contain the typhoon on the coastline, and then took ruthless measures to make an example of it!
By demonstrating its absolute power, it once again intimidates everyone.

As for how many innocent people will be affected during the entire plan and process, that is not within the scope of consideration.

Ji Jue stared at the satellite cloud image that had been playing at an accelerated pace since last night, silently reviewing the events in his mind.

Immediately, his brows furrowed once more.

wrong--

Something's still not right!
The truly outrageous part of the entire plan wasn't the terrifying power capable of completely crushing the calamity beast. The most troublesome, difficult, and tricky step was actually how to silently and without warning suppress the raging typhoon...

The loudest sound is the silencest, the greatest form is the formless.

Only the Way of Heavenly Origin could accomplish such a feat so smoothly and without any warning.

To achieve this, early preparation is essential. Only behemoths like the Federation and the Empire can complete it at the fastest speed, requiring a vast amount of materials and resources.

But then a new problem arose.

Typhoon Bailu was a natural disaster caused by the sudden merger of two storms. From its formation to its arrival in central China, it only took a few hours.

Ji Jue only received the warning at that time.

Is it possible for both sides to come up with a solution so quickly?

Perhaps, maybe, possibly.

But does it really have to be this tight?
Or... was it something that was planned in advance?
In that instant, Ji Jue froze, and what came to mind was Tong Shan's last words.

"...To go with the flow, to become complicit?"

And so, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine!

With whom?

Whose filth are they smearing this time?

The brutal devastation and indifferent arrangements of the Federation and the Empire?
Ji Jue considered the worst possible scenario, the most despicable plan, which was nothing more than both sides condoning the occurrence of disaster, thereby hunting and eliminating the calamity beasts, and then boasting about their own martial arts skills.

But, if, supposing...

That's not all!

Even worse...

The Mohists were born from the evil of Tianyuan, and craftsmen have always been at odds with Tianyuan. Countless lessons from the past have taught Ji Jue not to underestimate the limits of the Federation and the Empire.

Even now, when speculating, he still doesn't hesitate to use the darkest methods to speculate about the two... But now, Ji Jue feels that the dark side in his heart is pitifully pure!
They even found it hard to believe their own unfounded speculations and conjectures.

What if this natural disaster was itself instigated by the Federation and the Empire?!

It's not just this natural disaster; the surging calamity energy within a thousand miles of Tacheng, and the numerous calamities wreaking havoc across the Central Plains—where do they all come from?!
Did it just appear out of nowhere from under the vortex?
Ji Jue remained silent, subconsciously tapping the armrest of the chair, leaving one fingerprint after another—once doubt arose in his heart, numerous dark speculations emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and all that he had seen and heard before rose up under that line of doubt.

The two superpowers of the world today, the Empire and the Federation, are two behemoths that account for ninety percent of the entire world.

Two stable, prosperous, and thriving nations.

Controlling the supreme achievements of the Tianyuan lineage, the two benevolent matrices that once re-established the new world order—[Tiandu] and [Diyu]—were able to construct a new world amidst endless calamities.

But is its power really only that much?

In its heyday, when the Heavenly Supervisor and Earthly Ruler reigned supreme, subduing disasters and quelling calamities was a piece of cake. But today, who can so easily mobilize such a vast entity?
Moreover, compared to taking precautions and forcibly suppressing an impending disaster, isn't there a more convenient way to protect one's own prosperity and safety?
Why should we stubbornly hold on to the raging floodwaters?

—Wouldn't it be enough to simply guide the situation and direct it to other places, just like what was done when Tongshan rescued the slums?!
Where do these natural disasters come from?

But what caused the typhoon named Bailu, which originated from the wrath of Shangshan? Besides Tianyuan, what else could possibly make Bailu so agitated?
This natural disaster itself originated from the invasion of Tianyuan and the fury of the wilderness!
This is nothing short of a deliberate act of sabotage!
If that's the case, everything can be explained.

Otherwise, why have the Federation and the Empire repeatedly waged wars in the Middle Kingdom over the years, supporting one government after another, but only to the extent of exploiting the people instead of directly dividing up the Middle Kingdom?
Because the entire Central Plains was originally a digester and floodgate specially reserved by the Federation and the Empire!

Like a puppet used to die in someone else's place, a puppet used to take the blame for the Federation and the Empire, a target left behind specifically to pay the bills and costs!

Moreover... what was leaked and left behind on both sides was not just floods and natural disasters.

When Ji Jue thought about the structure of the [Lock] and the interference that the Heavenly Supervisor and Earthly Guardian could bring, he couldn't help but smile blankly when he looked at the Central Plains where the Evil Transformation Index was surging.

We applaud with admiration, and we bow down in respect.

Great is the Federation, magnificent is the Empire!
Ji Jue closed his eyes, speechless...

Before the same torrential rain and raging floodwaters, crying children stood in front of the precipice, watching their homes gradually be submerged.

"Children, you must remember this."

A hoarse voice rang out: "This is the evil deed committed by the Federation and the Empire."

"From the moment we are born, we lose our home; after we open our eyes, we lose our dignity; before we learn to breathe, we have already lost our future; before our children perish, we have already lost our lives..."

The bearded middle-aged man watched all this and told them, "Our lives, souls, and bones were all crushed into mud and scattered across the wilderness. This land, which is completely uncultivable, and our last remaining homeland, have also been turned into this state in their hands..."

And so, in the dead silence, only the rain fell softly, like tears.

Hate gradually emerged in pairs of empty eyes.

Until heavy footsteps echoed from below the cliff.

Outrageous!

"Enough, Sheikh!"

The returning camp chief glared at the man beside the children:

"Don't spread your garbage here!"

(End of this chapter)