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

Then, his senses shifted to the side.

Several kilometers away from that crater, there were two more "things".

The moment Gu Xu's thoughts swept over, he froze.

Dragon.

Two dragons.

One of them was entirely silver-white, with a layer of frost covering its scales.

Its left wing was clearly broken off, hanging halfway down its side, and the wing membrane was covered with charred burn marks.

The other one was slightly smaller, with grayish-green scales, and its body was also covered in wounds.

Dark red blood was seeping out from between the scales.

Neither of the dragons was in good condition, especially the silver-white one—it had a huge dent in its chest, as if it had been punched in the face.

The scales in the dented area were completely shattered, revealing the grayish-white muscle tissue underneath.

Even so, compared to that human lying half-dead in the bomb crater.

The two dragons are in a much better situation.

At least, they're still standing.

and--

Gu Xu's pupils suddenly constricted at that moment.

Because in the very instant his senses swept over the two dragons...

An extremely familiar feeling suddenly exploded from the depths of his consciousness.

It was a feeling of oppression.

This feeling was familiar to him.

The last time he felt this way was during the Battle of the East Sea when the projection of the Abyss Emperor of the Forbidden Water Clan appeared.

When that projection appeared from an unknown distance, he did feel pressure.

And now, the same feeling has returned.

They didn't come from one direction.

There are three.

That dying human was one.

Those two dragons, there were two of them.

Three source-level energy fluctuations.

They were all concentrated on the northern border of Sheikha.

"Hold……"

Gu Xu cursed inwardly.

Although his eyes are closed, his facial expressions have already shown obvious changes.

His lips tightened, his brows furrowed, and he even unconsciously straightened his cross-legged posture.

Three source levels.

Three!

They are not three demigods, nor three saints, but three genuine Source-level beings.

They appeared on the northern border of Sheikha.

On what grounds?

Where is it?

How did it appear out of nowhere?

Gu Xu's mind raced.

They were in a secret realm, completely isolated from the outside world, and had no idea what had happened outside in the past few hours.

He only saw the result—northern Shenxia, ​​a scorched wasteland.

One human Origin-level being on the verge of death, and two injured but still alive alien Origin-level beings.

Although the image was blurry, it contained enough information to make him think of the worst-case scenario.

Then, he remembered something.

The Realm of Silver Moon.

The scenes he saw in the Silver Moon Realm.

The sky shattered, and the earth collapsed.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

The land of Shenxia was shattered.

Those images seemed like some kind of prophecy, or a possible future at the time.

And now, the northern border is scorched earth.

Three Source-level figures.

Millions of ordinary people in northern Shensha.

Gu Xu's face darkened completely.

He's not the kind of person who panics when something happens.

Along the way, from the East China Sea to Izumo, from the secret realm to reality, what storms haven't he seen?

But those were all when he was present.

He's there. He has the Domain of Calamity, he has summoned creatures, he has the system. If the sky falls, he'll hold it up. What's there to be afraid of?

But things are different now.

He couldn't get out of the secret realm.

He couldn't get involved in things outside.

Moreover, judging from the state of that scorched earth, a battle had already taken place.

The human Origin-level being lying in the pit is about to die.

Although the two alien dragons were injured, they were clearly still capable of fighting.

In other words, if no one can stop those two dragons—they will advance southwards and reach the heart of Sheikha.

"Fuck him..."

Gu Xu cursed inwardly again, this time several times more ruthlessly than before.

Who did it?

Who dares to come and cause trouble at my doorstep while I'm not here?

Did you fucking come here just because I was planning to enter the secret realm?!

Are they taking advantage of Sherlock's lack of manpower?

An unnamed rage surged from his chest, making his temples throb.

He's not afraid of war. He's never been afraid.

But what he feared was that when he was not around, the scenes he had witnessed—the apocalyptic landscape of the Silver Moon Realm—would actually become reality.

He fears that those he knows, and the places he has protected, will be destroyed in some unseen corner.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu abruptly withdrew his thoughts from the north.

He refocused all his attention on the red sphere above his head that was being assimilated.

Assimilation progress: 88%.

There's still 12%.

He knew perfectly well that there was only one thing he could do at that moment.

Complete the assimilation as soon as possible, complete the fourth-tier job advancement as soon as possible, and then leave this secret realm.

"Faster...faster..."

Gu Xu gritted his teeth, his consciousness surging into the sphere like a torrent.

The dark purple light on the surface of the sphere did indeed seem to spread a tiny bit faster...

……

About 170 kilometers north of the northern border of Shenxia.

The place where that white light fell could no longer be called "earth".

To be precise...

The word "earth" has lost its meaning here.

Because the earth is gone.

Within a radius of over 100 kilometers, the entire surface of the earth was ripped off.

It didn't explode, nor did it collapse.

It was wiped out from the very beginning.

It's like someone taking a knife and scooping a spoonful from a cake; nothing is left where the spoon goes.

pit.

A giant crater with a diameter of over 80 kilometers and an immeasurable depth.

The pit walls are neither soil nor rock.

Instead, it is something that has been burned by high-dimensional energy, resulting in a dark red, glassy texture.

That dark red color glows, as if magma is flowing inside the pit walls.

Fragments of space rose one by one, wisps of them rising from the bottom of the pit.

It shattered and dissipated silently in mid-air.

It's as if the spatial structure of this area has been shattered, and debris is still seeping out.

Looking down from above, the crater looks like someone has opened a skylight on the earth leading to hell.

The edges of the pit are even worse.

Starting from the edge of the pit, it extends outwards to a range of at least 300 kilometers.

Countless huge cracks appeared on the ground.

The widest part of the crack is wide enough to fit two trucks side by side.

Even the narrowest ones are as thick as an arm.

At the same time, it is bottomless.

Occasionally, a dark golden arc of energy would shoot out from inside some of the cracks, striking the fracture surfaces on either side of the crack with a hissing sound.

The northern land, which was originally covered with snow and permafrost, has been completely transformed in this region.

As snow evaporates and permafrost cracks, groundwater is instantly vaporized by the high temperature, and the resulting steam breaks through the ground, leaving behind countless circular sinkholes of varying sizes.

There was an indescribable smell in the air.

Inhaling it into your lungs will cause a sore throat.