Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 875 Under Heaven, Above Heaven

Feng Lian was willing to collapse in order to deliver a powerful blow. His intention was crystal clear: to break through Song Shi's blockade and create an opportunity to disintegrate in the chaos.

This was a critical moment concerning their own survival, but the Great Protector, who was poised to act, involuntarily stopped. Like a madwoman infatuation, she stared at Feng Lian in front of her, her eyes filled with desire.

As fellow practitioners on the path of [Consensus], only she could understand what this move represented: "Qian Gang," the end of the fifth ring, the true spirit of the third stage.

Thoughts are so fragile, arising and ceasing in an instant, like dreams and bubbles, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

This is also a problem that has always troubled psychics who choose this path throughout history: turning beans into soldiers, containing five ghosts within, creating external avatars—these kinds of psychic techniques that transform the ethereal into the real and multiply into countless forms inevitably have a flaw—

They could never compare to the psionicist himself.

When a psionicist encounters an enemy far weaker than themselves, it is naturally harmless and unstoppable. However, if they encounter a powerful enemy, they are easily overwhelmed and wiped out in one fell swoop.

Feng Lian broke through this point.

"The Heavenly Framework" refers to the fundamental principles of Heaven. These individual thoughts, gods, and Buddhas together form a part of what supports the divine court.

A scholar who is physically weak can, if backed by imperial power, render a strong, muscular man immobile with a single word. It's not that he is actually stronger than the man, but rather that the power structure behind him grants him immense power.

The immortals and gods formed the divine court, which in turn enhanced the power of the immortals and gods—this is the "Heavenly Principles"!
Admittedly, these thoughts only inherited a portion and a limited amount of the power originating from the Fifth Ring, and their intensity was much weaker. Yet, they were still terrifying enough; in the blink of an eye, it was as if hundreds or even thousands of Fifth Ring cultivators were rising up and launching a simultaneous attack!
To act arbitrarily and make absolute decisions.

Even though he had achieved the fourth ring, [Ascension], and was an undisputed high-level psychic who had gone quite far on his own path, the Grand Protector still found his president's "rules of conduct" incomprehensible.

She could understand the principles, at least part of them, and had a vague idea of ​​the rest. But when it came to the next step, how Feng Lian would turn those principles into reality and make them tangible, that was something she simply couldn't figure out.

Such psychic power... She heard her own heartbeat, it was whispering, it was truly captivating.
Do you need support?

Song Shi heard the short, hurried sentences; the speaker seemed to be very tense.

"No need, don't go off the field, just do it the way we said before."

Song Shi took a soft breath.

The airflow was slightly disturbed, negligible; the turbulent airflow struggled even to move a leaf. It was merely a signal, an intention, a switch.

"Dominating the affairs of state?"

In less than a thousandth of a second, the sky suddenly changed!
"This style."

The sky, soaked in the ripeness of the season, began to flow. The crimson-gold clouds swirled slowly, like the eye of a storm or a scorching red millstone.

Even the mighty army of the Divine Court cannot compare in terms of sheer scale. They are vast and boundless, yet they merely stand atop the clouds.

It's high enough, high enough to lower one's eyes and casually look down upon the myriad forms of life on earth.

But that's not high enough.

They stand on the clouds, yet dwell beneath the sky.

The enraged guardian deity discovered that his indestructible golden body was showing signs of melting for the first time. The sword immortal, adorned in a white robe, was shocked to find his flying sword unbearably hot, boiling and buzzing. The dragon king, who had been combing through wind and rain, found his sideburns smoldering and turning into a bald mudfish.

Legend has it that in the beginning of chaos, when the earth, wind, water, and fire were not yet in their proper order, heaven and earth were like a chicken egg. Then, the turbid air sank down and the clear air rose up, thus creating the heaven and earth we see today. But now, looking around, the entire heaven and earth seem to be closing up, as if returning to a state of chaos.

The earth's energy did not rise; it remained still. Only the pure energy transformed into the sky, and the deep, boundless sea of ​​flames pressed down!
"I'm already tired of seeing this!"

The two collided with a deafening roar!
In an instant, an enormous sphere of light appeared out of thin air on the horizon. The sphere did not scatter or collapse; at least not for this moment, it maintained its spherical shape.

But from its center, a ring of violent shock bursts forth!

The lava crater that the Protectorate had become expanded immediately, becoming deeper and wider. The hot winds, enough to melt heavy armored units, blew away rows of tall buildings and ripped away layers of the ground—the impact destroyed everything in its path, and then, as if without end, continued to spread further and further away!

The time has come.

Amidst the cataclysmic impact, the Grand Protector's expression hardened, and she decisively initiated "disintegration." Her only, original body flickered briefly before snapping and extinguishing.

Consciousness, or perhaps "will" would be a more apt description, is the foundation upon which psionicists exist. Over the years, the Grand Protector has accumulated a considerable number of contingency plans; in fact, there were several in Mangxing Plain. However, against "Southern Dipper" Song Shi, these became meaningless.

Staying in Mangxing Plains would be tantamount to certain death.

Therefore, she used the safest backup plan: a spare body located in the Eastern Continent Republic, placed within her family's main residence—a body heavily guarded by a third-rate aristocratic family. Although this move would severely weaken her, even the most optimistic estimate was that it would take several years to recover.

But as long as you survive
The future holds endless possibilities.

boom--!
Amidst thunderous drums and the roar of countless immortals, gods, Buddhas, celestial soldiers, and auspicious beasts, they unleashed their magnificent magical power! Seemingly unstoppable, the seemingly destructive sea of ​​fire was pierced through by their combined force! The sky exploded, blasting open a gaping hole that could not be ignored!

It's now!

The opportunity was fleeting; the Grand Protector's consciousness transformed into a flash of light, streaking straight towards the breach! Flames exploded along the way, and sparks flew everywhere!

When the Yin spirit leaves the body and encounters Yang, it is swept away. This dense, unyielding sea of ​​fire can be described as extremely Yang and intense. Even a dignified fourth-ring [Consensus], who could overturn great rivers and separate tall buildings even if she were to disintegrate, would still not dare to be touched by the raging, surging flames.

But you can get away!

The field of vision rises higher and higher in an instant! Leaping and twirling, it surges upwards!

It was as if the world had met its end. Along the way, deafening tremors echoed continuously, causing the Grand Protector's mind to involuntarily tremble. Looking up, his senses expanded, revealing only crimson-gold flames, and immortals and gods crisscrossing within the fire, desperately trying to avert the collapse of the heavens—

They tore open a gap, and the Great Protector, still bearing the marks of the flames, broke through the sea of ​​fire and burst out of the gap completely!
With no worries about the future, the next step is simply to return to the Republic's homeland and be reborn through a new body. It's just a pity...
The Grand Protector suddenly opened his eyes! In that instant, he felt not the carefree joy of escaping a cage, but rather a strong sense of suffocation as if his throat was being choked.

She slowly raised her head.

Beyond the gap in the crimson sky, instead of the clear, azure sky, lies a brand new, endless crimson dome.

A tiny, black dot-like figure stood there and glanced over.

Above the immortals and gods, there is Heaven.

Above the sky, there is Song Shi.

Did you only break through the first level?
The Grand Protector's consciousness was permanently frozen after this thought, and then burned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)