The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Gu Xu's words were like poison, each one piercing Singh's lungs with pinpoint accuracy.

"It's ugly, so ugly."

Gu Xu shook his head, looking disgusted: "Seriously, I suggest you come to our country and enroll in a senior citizen Yangko dance class to learn, or you could just go to our country's squares and learn from the aunties. That would be much better than what you're doing."

He wasn't lying, because it really was awful.

I was already very annoyed.

I can't help but complain about this kind of cringeworthy dance.

"You...you're asking for it!!"

But clearly, this sharp critique broke Singh's defenses.

As a professional who regards dance as his life, he can tolerate others attacking his skills, but he absolutely cannot tolerate others insulting his dance moves!

That was a trampling on his dignity!

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!!"

Singh let out a sharp shriek, and his previously slow dance steps instantly quickened.

His figure left a series of afterimages on the lake surface, and the speed at which the surrounding space collapsed increased tenfold instantly!

Rumble—!

The entire Wangyuechuan River was trembling.

The rules of destruction swept over Gu Xu like a tsunami.

Wherever it passed, everything—lakes, rocks, and even air—vanished.

Even the giant moon-gazing spirit that had remained motionless was startled by this aura and let out an uneasy growl.

As he watched the destructive storm about to engulf everything, Gu Xu's smile grew wider and wider.

"Getting impatient?"

"You're in such a hurry already?"

Gu Xu gently patted the handrail of the sedan chair beneath him.

"Old Black".

"..."

The tomb keeper, who had been standing beside the sedan chair like a statue, slowly raised his head.

Beneath the hood, a faint blue light shone in those deep, abyss-like eyes.

"That monkey's jumping is so ugly, and it's giving me a headache."

Gu Xu extended a finger and gently placed it near his lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Make him...shut up."

"..."

Old Hei remained silent, still not saying a word.

He simply raised the rusty bronze lamp in his hand slowly.

At the wick, the flickering flame of the soul, which had been burning weakly, suddenly leaped.

Then, it exploded.

Om-! ! !

An invisible ripple, centered on Lao Hei, swept across the entire Wangyuechuan in an instant.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There were no dazzling lighting effects either.

Yes, but it was absolutely...dead silence.

[Entry: Eternal Silence (Conceptual Level)] - Activated!

In an instant.

All sounds in the world disappeared.

The wind stopped, the water stopped, and even the incessant sound of the suona abruptly ceased.

The whole world seemed to have been muted.

Singh, who was dancing wildly, suddenly froze.

The feeling is like someone running at high speed being suddenly tripped and fall hard.

His left foot had just lifted, poised to deliver that devastating step.

But to his horror, he discovered... he couldn't fall.

Because the rhythm was broken.

All of the skills of the [Dancer of Annihilation] are based on specific rhythms and tempos.

That is the bridge that connects the rules of the universe's destruction.

Every movement, every beat, needs to resonate with a certain frequency between heaven and earth.

And now...

No sound.

No frequency.

There was no resonance.

Under the domineering suppression of the rule of "silence," Singh felt as if he were sealed in a vacuum glass jar.

He couldn't hear his own heartbeat, footsteps, or even the flow of magic within his body.

Without the guidance of voice, his dance steps became incredibly awkward and stiff.

The originally smooth and flowing rules of destruction instantly became chaotic and disordered.

"puff!"

Singh opened his mouth, wanting to roar, wanting to chant a spell.

But no sound came out of his throat.

The forced interruption of the backlash from the mythical skill caused his blood and qi to surge instantly.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood mist in mid-air, yet it still made no sound.

He lost his balance and fell awkwardly onto the dried-up lakebed.

The Dance of Shiva, which was originally powerful enough to destroy everything, was thus abruptly suppressed.

Gu Xu sat in the sedan chair, looking at Singh lying on the ground like a dead dog in the distance, and his smile became exceptionally bright.

He was not affected by [Eternal Silence], which was a privilege of the master.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Gu Xu shook his head, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the deathly silent space.

"See? I told you your fundamentals weren't solid!"

"You can't dance without music?"

"This is...so disappointing."

Visibly, in the heart of the Mochizuki River, shrouded in "eternal silence," apart from the visual images that are pulsating, the sense of hearing seems to be completely stripped away by some higher-dimensional force.

As Singh listened to Gu Xu's mockery, his face contorted with anger and terror.

He opened his mouth wide, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, as if trying to chant some ancient incantation, or simply to make a sound to break the suffocating silence.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even produce a hiss of air.

To reiterate, for a "dancer of destruction" who communicates with the gods through rhythm, incantations, and dance steps, losing one's voice is like a bird with broken wings or a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

The sense of powerlessness that surged from the depths of his soul was even more despairing than the backlash from having his skill interrupted.

"Squeak..."

Just then, a faint, eerie laugh rang out, but in Singh's mind it was like a thunderclap.

That's Tucci.

The large rat wearing a tattered cloak was unaffected by the Silent Domain.

It is the servant of calamity, an extension of Gu Xu's will.

In this domain that belongs to its master, it is the free plague of death.

Twitch leaned on the staff made of human bone.

He limped over to the middle of the group of South Indian team members.

Those team members who had originally wanted to rush up to protect Singh were now like frozen puppets, watching in horror as the ugly creature approached.

They wanted to unleash their skills, but found that the magic power within them was like a stagnant pool, impossible to mobilize.

"Fresh lungs...hehe, the best breeding ground."

Tucci's small eyes gleamed.

It suddenly swung its staff, and a thick, dark green fog burst open in the air that had been frozen in silence.

[The Halo of Decay] - Unleashing Full Power!

This is no longer a simple spread of poisonous gas, but a targeted erosion of the very source of life.

The green mist, like a living venomous snake, frantically burrowed into the nostrils, ears, and pores of the South Indian team members.

In just a moment.

These top professionals, considered the pride of South India, began to have their skin turn black and ulcerate at a visible rate.

One by one, pustules emerged from their faces and arms, then burst, oozing yellowish-green pus.