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

At the same time, just as Gu Xu was preparing to take action and completely wipe out the Jade Palace.

In Sherlock, at the Supreme Command Headquarters, in the underground space, time seems to be torn in two.

One second ago, this place was a sacred site where the highest will of Sherlock Holmes was gathered.

Warm, life-giving light and sacred healing prayers intertwined, sustaining the last flame of life on the golden deity on the altar.

The next second, the entire world was completely engulfed by a violent explosion that was too intense to look at.

When that beam of destructive light from beyond the starry sea crashed violently against the golden sky formed by "Blazing Sun's Remnant Heart" under the frenzied will of countless desperados.

The flames that had been burning indefinitely finally came to an end under the impact of terrifying energy that exceeded the critical threshold.

The explosion occurred directly from the core that kept the entire defense system running!

In an instant, the miniature "sun" that Wang Cang had harnessed with his life transformed into the most terrifying source of destruction.

The towering golden flames, like an apocalyptic flower blooming in a confined space, engulfed the entire underground laboratory.

It devoured them all, including all the people in them.

The sturdy alloy walls melted instantly, turning into boiling molten iron that splashed everywhere.

Countless instruments instantly turned into points of light under the impact of the energy storm.

……

"Cough...cough cough!"

After an unknown amount of time, amidst thick smoke and darkness, a violent, painful cough suddenly rang out.

Zhang Daoxuan used all his strength to push away the heavy object pressing down on him. The object groaned and rolled to the side.

He was panting heavily, each breath feeling like he was inhaling countless red-hot iron filings into his lungs, his throat filled with the acrid taste of burnt blood.

After a long pause, he braced himself on the scorching ground with both hands and tried to stand up.

But at this moment, he felt as if his body had fallen apart, and every joint was screaming in pain.

As a saint, he instinctively opened his domain the instant the explosion occurred.

They tried to withstand the devastating impact.

However, that force was too powerful and too sudden.

The explosion caused by the loss of control of a creation-level divine object was far beyond what any saint could withstand.

His domain was torn to shreds almost instantly upon contact with that energy storm.

Even so, that brief respite bought him and the people around him a chance to survive.

But the cost was equally heavy.

At that moment, he felt dizzy and saw countless golden stars swirling around him.

In his ears, there was a sharp tinnitus that seemed to pierce his soul, like a red-hot steel needle churning wildly in his brain, making him unable to hear any sound from the outside world.

He shook his dizzy head and struggled to his feet. In the midst of the dizzying spin, he finally saw that the heavy object he had pushed aside was a person.

Who is this?

Zhang Daoxuan shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but his mind remained a mess.

He could only raise his hand and pound his head before he learned the man's name amidst the chaos.

Chen Yang, his secretary.

However, Chen Yang's clothes had been completely destroyed by the terrifying energy explosion, and his back was charred black.

However, he had no time to care about Chen Yang's injuries. Instead, he staggered towards the altar in his memory, his body swaying unsteadily.

In his chaotic mind, a series of thoughts flashed through his confused thoughts.

What happened here?

How is Senior Wang doing?

"Elder Wang... Senior..."

He opened his lips and roared with all his might, but the sound coming from his throat was still pitifully weak.

But he himself couldn't hear anything.

All that answered him was the endless tinnitus and the darkness before his eyes.

Just then, he seemed to kick something.

The thing rolled twice on the uneven ground, making a soft "click" sound.

Zhang Daoxuan's body stiffened. He lowered his head and, using the flickering sparks of electricity in the ruins, barely managed to see what was under his feet.

It was a tobacco stalk that was now only half intact.

The brass pipe was nowhere to be found, and the ebony pipe stem was broken in the middle, with jagged edges and congealed black bloodstains on it.

He was very familiar with this half-smoked pipe.

Over the past few decades, he had seen the old man countless times, with that pipe in his mouth, his eyes squinting, and a smile on his face, helping Sheikha overcome crisis after crisis.

That's... Old Master Wang's pipe.

The moment Zhang Daoxuan recognized the object, he felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by something, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The next moment, he went crazy and rushed toward the direction from which the pipe had rolled. He tripped over something, got up again, and completely ignored the excruciating pain coming from his body.

As he drew closer, the sharp ringing in his ears seemed to gradually subside, and his vision began to clear.

But when he saw everything clearly, he was struck dumb.

The entire underground space was beyond description as a mess.

This is clearly a tomb that has just experienced the apocalypse.

The ceiling had completely disappeared, revealing the layers of structure above that had been blown apart, with twisted steel bars like the ribs of a giant beast, exposed to the air.

All around, people lay sprawled out in all sorts of ways.

Those saints and quasi-saints who had been surrounding the altar not long ago, pouring all their energy into healing magic, were now like fallen leaves swept away by a whirlwind, scattered in every corner of the ruins.

Their uniforms were now so stained with blood and dust that their original color was no longer visible.

However, that's not the most crucial thing. The most crucial thing is the altar used to place the remnants of the blazing sun.

It has completely disappeared.

Where it was, only a huge, bottomless pit remained, with smoke still rising from its edges.

In a corner not far from the crater, the "Blazing Sun's Remnant Heart," which drove countless star-sea forces mad, lay there quietly.

Its surface luster has dimmed.

The brilliant gold now looked more like a piece of dusty amber, emitting a faint glow.

Zhang Daoxuan's gaze swept frantically across the ruins, searching.

Finally, he saw it at the edge of the deep pit.

A straw hat, mostly burned, with tiny flames still flickering on the brim, silently curled up and turned into black ashes.

Beside the straw hat, a figure lay quietly.

No, that can no longer even be called a person.

Instead, it was a humanoid charcoal, just like Chen Yang, its body charred black and covered in hideous cracks.