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The laughter was soft, yet in this deathly silent, time-frozen ruin, it was so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

Wang Shuo took a half step back and stared at her. His intuition told him that this girl had become extremely dangerous.

An Changqing's brows furrowed even more.

"Yuehe, don't be like this, what happened?"

Su Yuehe slowly raised her head, her gaze passing over An Changqing, sweeping over everyone present, and finally landing on the diary in Chen Guan's hand.

"So that's how it is."

It turns out she wasn't a superhuman at all; she was just an ordinary person.

It turns out she wasn't a genius at all; she was just living a lie.

Su Yuehe's lips moved slightly, her breath coming out so faintly that it was almost inaudible.

Her hand was still hovering above the photo, her fingertips trembling in mid-air.

It turns out that the talent I was so proud of... was stolen.

It turns out that every time I felt weak or overdrawn from childhood to adulthood, it wasn't because I couldn't control my strength.

It was her body, as an ordinary person, that was desperately trying to survive.

She knew that Lu Ming's research was related to superpower grafting, but she never expected that she would be the first product.

An Changqing reached out his hand, wanting to touch her, but he didn't dare.

Even the people from Yanjing Academy could see the changes in Su Yuehe, so how could he not notice them?

"Yuehe, don't be like this. Let's leave here first, and we can talk about it when we get back."

His voice trembled without him even realizing it.

Wang Shuo had already led a few other students to quietly retreat to the vicinity of the entrance. They looked at Su Yuehe as if she were a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Long Ao stood in front of Chen Guan, the invisible energy around his body beginning to circulate, and he sensed a threat.

It wasn't a threat on a physical level, but on a psychological level. He never imagined that one day he would actually feel such rage from Su Yuehe.

Su Yuehe shifted her gaze from the photo, slowly sweeping it over her hands as if she were looking at something that didn't belong to her.

"A perfection built on lies."

She repeated the words from the diary in a low voice.

Then he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on An Changqing.

A faint crackling sound rang out in the air, like countless invisible electrical charges colliding.

The dust and gravel on the ground began to tremble, and then slowly floated up.

An indescribable power emanated from her.

Behind her, countless pale blue particles of light converged and condensed in mid-air into two huge and twisted characters.

[Shattered]

An Changqing's expression changed drastically; he sensed the will contained within those two words.

"Yuehe, calm down!"

He shouted and rushed towards her without regard for anything else.

A figure, even faster than him, stood between him and Su Yuehe.

It is an old coffin.

He stepped forward, blocking An Changqing's path, and looked at the girl enveloped in blue light.

"Do you remember our deal?"

Chen Guan's voice was steady and exceptionally clear in this space that was about to collapse.

"When the truth comes to you, you must unconditionally trust my judgment, not your own feelings."

Su Yuehe's laughter stopped.

Her eyes flashed intensely as she stared at Chen Guan.

The two words floating behind her trembled violently, their light flickering, illuminating her pale and struggling face.

[The buff I want isn't a triple-strength attack from the dark side!]

[The power of words has gone berserk; now everything has to be stored here.]

Why did he suddenly go berserk? Wasn't Su's mental state always the most stable?

[It must have been influenced by this; the diary mentions Laoya, and the true master of the Word of Power is also here.]

[Don't become another Liu Xiao! Astaroth, you've committed countless evils! I'm writing this in blood to support Lord Baal's unification of the Demon Realm.]

At this moment, Baal's maniacal laughter, which had been highly anticipated by the viewers, echoed in Chen Guan's mind.

"Hehehe! Yes, that's it! Her soul is tearing apart, that power that isn't hers is devouring her despair and pain! Let it get out of control! Let this little girl tear everything here to shreds!"

Chen Guan ignored her and simply watched Su Yuehe quietly.

Before Su Yuehe could respond, the two trembling characters behind her suddenly swelled and contracted.

The next second, the light exploded.

The word "shattered" transformed into an invisible shockwave, sweeping out in all directions.

The entire site, frozen in time, began to shake violently, and the surrounding scenery began to flicker, like a mirror about to be completely shattered.

The shockwave emanating from the word "shattered" swept across the camp.

The edges of the canvas tent started to skip frames.

The coffee cup on the table kept shifting in place, one moment it was on the table, the next it was embedded in the ground.

Huo Qixing shouted anxiously, "Time is collapsing!"

An Changqing stepped to the side to block Su Yuehe, his sword drawing an arc of light along the ground.

"What would happen if I explained it clearly?"

"This is not a complete space, but a locked past."

"We'll be thrown into the turbulent waters. If we're lucky, we'll be dumped somewhere in the North. If we're unlucky, we won't even find our bodies."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo's expression darkened further: "Are all your missions this thrilling?"

He had long heard that the people of Huaqing were all plague gods, and he used to scoff at them, but now it seemed that he had been too hasty.

Long Ao grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him back half a step: "Shut up, save your energy."

Wang Shuo was dragged along, staggering, looking utterly dejected.

Long Ao stared at the spot at his feet and sneered, "Idiot, if you take another half step forward, there won't be any room left."

Wang Shuo looked down and realized that a piece of frozen soil in front of his boot toe was missing silently, revealing only swirling, dark blue patterns underneath.

He broke out in a cold sweat and immediately pulled his foot back.

Thanks.

Long Ao snorted.

You're welcome. Just remember not to speak ill of me when you get back.

Another Yenching College student screamed as the image of the camp beneath his feet rolled up and he began to sink.

Long Ao turned around and took a step forward, reaching out his arm to grab the man's protective suit collar. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he forcefully pulled the man back from the edge of the gap.

The student rolled to the ground, unable to even get up, and gasped for breath.

Long Ao's face darkened. After saving one person, he kept saving another. Couldn't these people have some self-care ability?

An Changqing did not look back at Long Aoda saving the world.

The light on his sword flickered, and the array patterns beneath his feet, which had shrunk to an inch, were scattered by the chaotic blue light as they emerged halfway.

He clenched his back teeth.

"The 'shrinking the earth to an inch' technique has been disrupted."

Qin Wu helped the student up and asked urgently, "An Changqing, can you still take us out of here?"

An Changqing's wrist, gripping the sword, went numb from the blue light, and the radiance on the sword gradually dimmed, leaving no doubt about the problem.

Huo Qixing pulled out a white talisman: "The spacetime coordinates here are messed up. The entrance has been rewritten by the Word of Power. We need a stable anchor point to return the way we came."

Wang Shuo gripped the signal pole he had brought from the train carriage, his throat tightening.

What is an anchor point?

"slacker student."

Huo Qixing uttered two words before he had time to explain.