Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 925 The imperial commander’s personal expedition
In the past, people often had this kind of fantasy: a vast sea of ​​clouds, the highest blue sky, immortals and Buddhas standing tall, living on Mount Miaogao, surrounded by Mount Jinshan and Mount Weihai, residing in celestial palaces and imperial gardens, with starlight changing with the four seasons and the weather changing in countless ways.

But this was just wishful thinking. One satellite after another pierced the atmosphere, revealing without a doubt the view above: nothing at all.

But what if you really have nothing?

—So what is it that appears before us now?
At the company-level garrison, a soldier who had just finished lubricating his prosthetic limb and was about to go eat caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over instinctively, and then his whole body froze, completely motionless. Even though the life support system detected a physiological abnormality and the artificial glands in his body began to secrete adrenaline frantically, it still couldn't alleviate the stiffness that spread from his feet to the top of his head and throughout his entire body.

The distant sky had changed without anyone noticing.

It's like a spotless sheet of paper that has been splashed with color; the ink spreads silently, painting it with a thousand different scenes. But what serves as the "paper" is the vast sky as far as the eye can see and beyond!
First, the phantom of a magnificent palace appeared, then solidified and expanded at an incredible speed. With glazed tiles and spirit jade pillars, one could vaguely see miniature versions of celestial mountains and floating islands, and jade pools and gardens, forming a boundless world of its own.

A celestial warrior wielding a giant axe and a mace to suppress mountains led the way, while a celestial musician in flowing robes held instruments that resembled jewels and tassels, and the phantoms of divine beasts from all four directions circled endlessly.
Deep within the Heavenly Throne, a colossal jade chariot could be vaguely seen. Even without the Heavenly Emperor's true form, it exuded supreme majesty and an aura of immense power.

The soldier stood frozen in place. He had received professional military training, fought in battles, and seen blood, but looking directly at this scene, he still felt an indescribable and intense pressure, and couldn't help but have the urge to kneel down on the spot.

You should know that the Celestial Throne, which now seems to fill the sky and is within reach, is actually some distance away! However, its majesty pervades the six directions and eight wastelands. If it were on the battlefield, its mere appearance would probably be enough to crush everyone!

Was it the feeling of sheer size? And that's why they were afraid? It wasn't just one or two soldiers; the long battle line echoed the same urgent call. One military camp after another witnessed this scene. They tried to let their imaginations run wild, but they found that they couldn't even do that. It seemed that only the thought of kneeling and worship remained in their minds.

Both omnics and clones were not spared. The former's logic circuits kept malfunctioning, while the latter felt as if they had returned to a past they could not bear to look at, a past where they had been pre-programmed with instructions, and their minds were filled with only a single thought.

Clang.

Beside the fire, a dagger slipped from his fingers, followed by a sizzling, greasy synthetic steak. The clone soldier, preparing to improve his meals, gazed up at the Celestial Throne, trembling, his fingers unable to close or open, his latent psychological trauma suddenly exploding.

He let out a low growl, his face filled with fear, and was about to stagger to his knees when suddenly the sky shone brightly.

He was stunned, and slowly turned around. Behind him, hundreds or thousands of miles away at the horizon, a dazzling crimson light suddenly rose, like the sun rising over the sea! In an instant, the light illuminated everything, benefiting the sky and the sea!
Can't see clearly!
The dazzling divine light pierced through the sky and sea, completely suppressing the sun, making it appear exceptionally dim. Others stared at it, unable to even discern its exact shape; they could only confirm its color: a pure crimson gold.

Yet, even in this blurry state, they were astonished to discover that they could somehow sense its movements—

One hand opened, grasping something tightly. The movement wasn't fast, so it brought a unique sense of weight. Then, he pulled hard straight forward!
As if it had been neglected for years, the water-seeping and decaying building was suddenly subjected to external force.

The "sky" was transformed into this structure, which collapsed with a thunderous roar amidst the gazes of countless people!

The metaphor is still not quite right or accurate. Rather than seeping and decaying, it's more like a raging fire burning down to the ground, the burning fragments of a magnificent building falling to earth.

The collapsing sky, an endless rain of flames streaking across the dividing line of heaven, crashing towards the Celestial Throne, casting a crimson veil over the entire world. A chilling killing force filled the four seas and eight wastelands, and in an instant, the vast earth was cracked and torn apart by the smoke.

—And all the majesty that enveloped heaven and earth was swept away in the process!

Faced with the endless flames that seemed to collapse the sky, the Celestial Throne made its first appearance and began to react. The blurry outline sitting in the Supreme Jade Carriage remained motionless, but the grand procession of attendants changed rapidly.

First, a colorless, intangible, and chaotic stream of air surged up, forming an invisible barrier. The continuous bombardment of flames caused it to tremble and its surface to ripple violently, but it ultimately held back. At the same time, amidst the beating of war drums, several towering generals, each hundreds of feet tall, stepped forward. They gripped their giant axes, and with each powerful swing, a large vacuum would suddenly collapse from the oncoming sea of ​​flames.

With one attack and one defense, not even a single flame touched the Supreme Jade Carriage.

"A son of a wealthy family will not sit under a dangerous roof."

The Flame Sea, which should have been the opening move, continued to bombard the enemy relentlessly after both sides exchanged a move, without showing any signs of weakening, as if it were endless.

At the same time, Song Shi's voice also rang out.

"—I didn't kill you, but you actually came looking for me?"

Song Shi's face was strangely crimson from the flames, and as he spoke, he slowly drew his Heavy Slayer sword. His previous attack had been merely a casual gesture, far from being a serious one.

There is no wind.

Song Shi stood tens of thousands of meters in the air. At this altitude, there should still be air currents, but unfortunately, hundreds of miles of it were swallowed up by spiritual energy. Apart from the word "flame," there was nothing else.

From this perspective, the land appeared as intersecting blocks of color, stretching far, far away. Yet Song Shi could still clearly see that, along with the oppressive presence of the Celestial Throne, the people scattered across the land had stopped kneeling and stood up.

Feng Lian, the "Divine Palace of the Heavens," has reached the third stage of True Spirit: [Consensus]. This is not like the "Awakened One" Zenrucha, who subtly altered thinking and dissolved human intellect; he simply and purely displayed overwhelming power, directly crushing people.

The “Awakened One” Zen Ryuksha was the most charismatic psychic that Song Shi had ever seen.

At this moment, the title of "largest" has been cleanly and decisively changed hands, and Feng Lian has taken over.

Both sides reached a consensus.

"As for the warning against the fall of a palace, it should be reserved for times of peace. Now that war has broken out, how can we know the weight of the emperor's fate?"

Feng Lian spoke for the first time.

As he spoke, the blurry outline became clear in Song Shi's pupils—only for the latter; for others, the being who sat on the throne of the Heavenly Patrol remained blurry and unfathomable.

The man said calmly.

"Those who wreak havoc on the Eastern Continent will have no choice but to die."

(End of this chapter)