I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 655 Yuanyang Merit Ruler (4000 words)
With concerted efforts, we can overcome any obstacle.

Under the national system and through the round-the-clock efforts of researchers, the first consciousness detector that meets the design standards of Xinbao was finally successfully developed after being crafted by the most advanced machine tools and by the hands of skilled workers.

The prototype of this machine is taken from the bronze mirror with a divine face pattern from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, with a fierce-looking divine beast face pattern cast on the back.

A minor incident occurred during its casting process.

Even if the material ratio provided by Xinbao is followed, the instrument will still develop unexplained cracks in the final stage, ultimately leading to its failure.

After three or four attempts, everyone, including Xinbao, could not find the cause. Finally, Lin Xiaohe suggested adding some Qin bronze fragments to the materials and then using Tai Sui clay as a base to recast it.

In addition, the embryo in the instrument needs to be cleaned with rootless water.

Although the crowd was puzzled, Lin Xiaohe was the only god in the Divine Revelation Project.

She can do whatever she wants. Even if she wants to use the bronze tree from Sanxingdui, the country will give it to her.

As it turns out, when dealing with metaphysical matters, one must use metaphysical methods.

With Lin Xiaohe's guidance, we finally succeeded this time.

Cheng Xin, one of the patient's family representatives, stared at the instrument in front of him, rubbing his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming: "Sir, where should we put the 'Mirror of Retribution'?"

Because the consciousness observation device looks very much like a mirror, and it is an important part of the new underworld project, everyone affectionately named it the Mirror of Karma.

Guo Lidong looked at Lin Xiaohe expectantly and whispered his suggestion: "I think Anning County is pretty good; it's where we made our fortunes."

Cheng Xin immediately saw through Guo Lidong's little scheme; he simply wanted to use the Mirror of Retribution to see if his wife's consciousness was still in Anning County.

Lin Xiaohe naturally understood the expectations of the patients' families and generously said, "Let's use it for our own people first."

"Yay!! Thank you, Director Lin! Director Lin is brilliant!"

The first power-on test of the Mirror of Retribution was scheduled for midnight.

Xinbao analyzed the observation data of all patients and found that the brain waves of those who fell into a coma at this time had an extremely subtle fluctuation.

The entire experimental group crammed into the observation room, staring at the machine through the bulletproof glass.

The first patient to undergo the experiment was Guo Lidong's wife, Xiaoqin.

Guo Lidong didn't dare to speak, and even his breathing was very soft.

The mirror stand stands in the very center of the laboratory.

The patient, Xiaoqin, has been taken to the ward; this is her forty-first day in a deep coma.

The hospital bed was right next to the mirror. Her left hand was connected to the sensor array on the back of the mirror by a wire, and a blood oxygen probe was on the ring finger of her right hand.

The green line on the monitor flickered in the darkness, proving that her body was still alive.

"Power ready." The engineer from the Chinese Academy of Sciences said in a tense voice.

He has conducted the first power-on tests for countless cutting-edge devices in his life, from tokamaks to dark matter detectors, but he has never been as nervous as he is today.

Countless top scientists have said in their old age that the end of science is metaphysics.

Although he did not become a top global scientist, he has embarked on the path of metaphysics.

Could this be considered a kind of overtaking on a curve?
He suppressed the myriad thoughts in his mind and focused his attention: "Power increase, ten percent."

The mirror of the Mirror of Retribution began to shine.

The light seeping from inside the mirror looked like something rising from deep water.

Upon learning the news, Si Sheng took time out of his busy schedule to leave. He stood at the front of the observation room, his hands gripping the railing, his knuckles white.

The guards held him tightly, their faces calm but their hearts pounding with shock.

When Si Shengda arrived, leaders from all sides should have come to accompany him and surrounded him, but their minds were all on the mysterious machine in the laboratory.

The head of the pharmacy department in the back row moved his lips, reciting a Buddhist Heart Sutra he had hastily memorized.

He prayed fervently, asking if there were truly gods in heaven, whether it was the Jade Emperor, the Buddha, or even the Western God, to bless the experiment's success and to ensure humanity's future.

Cheng Xin, behind him, held the printed copy of "Miscellaneous Records of Funerals" in his hand; the spine of the book was already soaked with sweat.

Guo Lidong stared intently at his wife, his legs going weak.

"Thirty percent."

The mirror began to vibrate.

The green line on the monitor suddenly jumped, and the heart rate jumped from 52 beats per minute to 80 beats per minute.

The unconscious person's eyelids twitched, and their eyeballs moved rapidly, as if they were dreaming.

An engineer from the Chinese Academy of Sciences stared at the data stream, his voice low: "Her brainwaves are responding."

It’s weird.

Isn't this a consciousness monitoring device? Why would it affect patients? Is it Schrödinger's cat, the observer effect?
"Fifty percent."

The mirror suddenly lit up, and then all the indicator lights on the instruments in the laboratory flashed simultaneously.

The bronze mirror of the Mirror of Retribution no longer reflected anything, but instead became a deep darkness, with star-like points of light floating in the darkness.

In that instant, the whole world seemed to be paused. Everyone remained motionless, like statues.

Only Lin Xiaohe and Xinbao could see that the light spots slowly arranged themselves and gradually gathered into a channel of light.

At the end of the passage, there seemed to be a swaying outline.

Lin Xiaohe pushed open the laboratory door, walked to the mirror, and stopped three steps away from the mirror.

"Xiao He, something's not right." Xin Bao panicked a little. Starting from X-47, this node world had been heading in a strange direction.

As a Stardust Plant with rich experience and knowledge, Xinbao can be 100% certain that this passage should absolutely not be something that should exist in the technological world.

Xinbao knows Lin Xiaohe too well; it knows what Lin Xiaohe wants to do.

With a sob in her voice, Xinbao pleaded urgently, "Don't do this, Xiaohe, please don't do this, don't leave me again, don't leave us."

Since she became conscious, she has spent no more than one-third of her time with Xiao He; the remaining two-thirds have been spent in the agonizing process of searching and waiting.

She was willing to die with Lin Xiaohe, but she would never accept being separated from her.

"You said it yourself, we are family, partners, and comrades-in-arms."

Lin Xiaohe's expression softened, and she said gently, "Xinbao, don't worry. This time is different. There's a familiar aura over there in the passage."

This sense of familiarity felt like someone had gently tugged at her consciousness like a thread.

As the channel became more and more stable, the line suddenly tightened.

Lin Xiaohe's body swayed slightly.

"Xiao He!!" Before Xin Bao could react, she saw Lin Xiao He's consciousness being sucked into the passage.

In an instant, the points of light all dimmed, the passage closed, and time in the node world began to flow again.

Everyone blinked in unison, as if they had returned to normal. What happened?
When did Director Lin go in? Why is she standing still?

No one dared to ask questions; they could only observe closely. Meanwhile, the progress of the Mirror of Retribution remained at 50%, making no further progress.

Lin Xiaohe's experience of being sucked into the passage was not pleasant. A huge, irresistible tearing sensation felt as if someone was holding both ends of her consciousness and pulling in two directions at the same time.

It's like being a shot cut from a script and filmed into a completely unfamiliar movie.

I don't know how much time has passed; perhaps, there is no concept of time at all in the passage.

She arrived at an endless expanse of jade tiles.

The floor tiles were white, with a warm and smooth texture, yet they exuded an inexplicable chill.

She looked down at her hands. Her hands were still there, but the surface of her skin was covered with a layer of pale golden light, as if she were wearing another set of skin.

My feet touched the ground; it felt real, but there was no sound.

She looked up and saw palaces stretching as far as the eye could see.

All the buildings were disproportionately large, with vermilion pillars tens of meters in diameter and glazed tile eaves layered upon each other, each tile gleaming.

The covered bridge spanned the clouds and mist, its white marble railings carved with strange beasts she had never seen before.

Copper bells hung from the eaves, ringing softly even without wind. What chilled her was that there were actually people in this celestial palace.

There were blurry figures moving on those covered bridges, dressed in robes she had never seen before, their demeanor composed, as if they were handling daily affairs.

They were in twos and threes, walking normally, but no matter how many times they blinked, their faces were still unclear.

All faces were bathed in a soft light, their outlines clear but their features indistinguishable, as if worn away by time.

Lin Xiaohe stared at the nearest figure, trying to make out its face.

The figure suddenly stopped.

Then it turned its head, bowed in her direction, its hands tucked into its sleeves, and leaned forward slightly.

Lin Xiaohe's eyes turned cold.

At that moment, she felt invisible threads trying to control her, making her return the gesture to that figure.

People moved about all around, and the copper bells rang clearly and pleasantly.

A giant sphere hangs in the sky.

Blue, white, and brown intertwine, with clouds slowly drifting outside the atmosphere. The ocean's blue is as deep as ink, yet it evokes a sense of peace.

Because that's Earth!

Except for the indistinct faces, everything seemed so real.

Lin Xiaohe closed her eyes briefly, then suddenly opened them.

This feeling was all too familiar to her. This space wanted to keep her, assimilate her, and devour her.

"Heh!" A burst of golden light emanated from Lin Xiaohe's body, and the flowing divine power, like liquid mecha, covered her entire body from her brow.

The surrounding palaces trembled.

The blurry figures all stopped and turned to her, as if they had sensed something unusual.

Someone once said that one should be ruthless towards enemies, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Lin Xiaohe kept this teaching firmly in mind.

The jade floor tiles crumbled one by one beneath her feet.

The outline of the palace began to sway, and the sound of the copper bells suddenly became shrill, like the piercing screech of fingernails scraping against glass.

Lin Xiaohe was like a golden, glittering humanoid mecha, rampaging through the palace.

She tried her best to avoid those blurry-faced figures, but she couldn't stop some of them from trying to scam her.

The figure vanished into thin air the instant it touched the divine power, but Lin Xiaohe clearly heard a deep, resonant male voice.

"I'd rather be a wandering ghost in the underworld than a miserable person on earth."

If I were to receive the King of Hell's pen, I would grit my teeth and weep as I judge myself.

One stroke erases all past events; two strokes sever all present affections.

With three strokes, I wrote down the road to the underworld; from then on, I no longer inquired about the journey home.

The wind howls at the Bridge of Helplessness, and tears fall silently on the banks of the River of Oblivion.

If we meet again in the next life, I would rather be a lonely soul than a human.

Lin Xiaohe paused, her pupils dilated slightly, and an unbelievable guess surfaced in her mind.

The disappearance of the figure completely enraged the entire space.

In the dark and deep space, a giant ruler, entirely gilded and engraved with ancient cloud patterns, crashed down. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed inch by inch. Thousands of rays of light, like a rain of swords, pierced the earth first, pressing down the ground of the palace complex and causing it to sink three feet.

Its majestic power strikes straight at the spirit of heaven.

Facing the imposing Lin Xiaohe, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Only when the ruler's tip was less than three inches from the top of her head, and the intense golden light had already turned her hair a flowing color, did she lazily raise her right hand, her five fingers loosely clenched.

There was no earth-shattering collision, nor any desperate struggle. The Yuan Yang Merit Ruler, which had come with great force, was like a snake whose seven-inch mark had been pinched. Instantly, it lost all its light and obediently fell into the palm, shrinking to the size of a ruler.

The entire space was like a mirror, cracking inch by inch, and finally turning into fragments that sank to the bottom and disappeared.

"Xiao He, you're back!"

Overjoyed, Xinbao burst into tears, oblivious to everything else. Two small leaves pressed against Lin Xiaohe's cheeks, and large tears streamed down her face.

Si Sheng...

Everyone...

Aaaaaah, the groundhog screams.

What kind of kind person would remain calm and collected if a tiny brooch suddenly came to life, darted to their face, and stuck to it?
Director Lin, are you not even willing to continue acting?!

No, Director Lin, please have some compassion and put on an act. Their precarious materialistic values ​​still need some saving.

Si Sheng licked his lips, about to speak, when a ruler appeared out of thin air in Lin Xiaohe's palm.

Si Sheng gasped. Everyone, including the surveillance footage, could testify that Lin Xiaohe had nothing in her hand just now!

I knock!

Should I pretend I don't see it, or should I simply ignore it?

Si Sheng gritted his teeth, drawing on his fifty years of experience working within the system, and calmly asked without batting an eye, "Xiao He, shall we continue the experiment?"

"Ah."

This time, the power of the Mirror of Retribution was unimpeded, breaking through 100% in one fell swoop and flashing a red light.

"It's been observed!!"

Cheng Xin and Guo Lidong hugged each other tightly: "Your wife can still be saved! Although this is all we can do right now, it's still hope. As long as we wait patiently..."

Cheng Xin looked like a duck being choked, his face full of horror, as if he couldn't believe his eyes: "Old... Old Guo, your wife is awake."

My goodness!

What's going on? !
Didn't Director Lin say that the task is arduous and the road ahead is long?

How did he even see Director Lin swing a ruler over Guo Lidong's wife's head and wake her up?!

Guo Lidong shoved Cheng Xin away, pressed his face against the glass, his features contorted, snot running down his face, and cried out in a deafening voice: "Wife! Wife!"

……

Across the ocean, in the Garden of Eden.

Gingrich is tasting a blood-soaked heart.

Trump stood to one side like a servant, feeling nauseous; he had food in his throat but forced it down.

Gingrich: "Want to try some?"

Trump shook his head frantically: "Thank you... Ugh... Sorry... Ugh."

Ahhhhh!
Was he simply greedy for money and afraid of death, breaking a divine law? Why did God treat him like this!

Gingrich doesn't care; Trump is just a bug he left behind when he was bored.

Do you know why there are so many races of humans?

"Environmental impact?" Trump thought for a moment, as if that's what his biology teacher taught him.

Gingrich shook his head: "No."

He picked up a glass of wine and poured a bottle of mineral water into it: "If you wanted to dirty this glass of water, what would you do?"

Trump, as honest as a quail, asked: "Add alcohol? Add juice? Add coloring? Or, wash your hands in the glass?"

Gingrich wanted to laugh, but the smile froze on his face, and a hint of uncertainty and imperceptible horror flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he jumped to his feet, gritting his teeth, and said, "Notify everyone that if you want the Divine Realm to descend, you must conquer the last battlefield, the Eastern Kingdom!"