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

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

At this moment, the eerie suona sound that had been echoing over the city suddenly became slightly out of tune and flustered.

The black mist began to churn, but not in an attack; instead, it retreated!

It's like a pack of wild dogs suddenly spotting a Tyrannosaurus Rex that emerged from the ancient wilderness.

With each step Gu Xu took, the black mist receded hundreds of meters!

He strolled leisurely, the strange bride behind him swaying her red sleeves, while Twitch chuckled eerily.

The ancient eye above his head shimmered with deathly light.

This trio of one man and three oddballs managed to survive in this deathly wasteland.

A path to heaven has been forged!

"Are they... are they really afraid of him?"

Su Qiong stared at the wildly swirling black mist and muttered to herself.

The shock in my eyes was beyond words.

……

Meanwhile, the real-world internet is already in complete chaos.

Although the signal in Beichuan City was cut off, the "Cthulhu phantom" that pierced the sky above Dachang City was captured on video by witnesses from half of the Divine Sherman Empire.

And it spread around the world at a speed like a virus.

The servers of Sherlock's largest social media platforms crashed several times.

The programmers were cursing as they frantically expanded the system's capacity.

[Pinned Post: What the heck was that giant octopus?! Can anyone tell me if Sherlock is making a Resident Evil movie?]

[Don't talk nonsense! That was clearly a miracle! I was in Dachang City at the time, and I saw what looked like a person under that phantom!]

[Is this photoshopped? Who could create something like this? These special effects must have cost at least 500 million!]

[Screw you! I was there! That intimidating force scared the crap out of me! And didn't you guys notice? That direction was right towards Beichuan City!]

Panic and curiosity spread like wildfire.

Especially as time went on, more and more bad news came out from various channels.

[Report! It's said that Saint Lin Yuan hasn't emerged yet! The black mist over Beichuan is still spreading!]

[It's all over, even a ninth-tier powerhouse has fallen. Is Shenxia really going to suffer a terrible fate this time?]

[Was that Cthulhu phantom just now the final boss? If so, we'd better dig a hole and bury ourselves.]

Countless people trembled behind their screens, unaware of the truth, their fear amplified only by endless speculation.

This speculation is precisely the best nourishment for Gu Xu's "growing through calamity" talent.

Meanwhile, on the borders of the Divine Xia Empire, there were those neighbors who had long been eyeing them covetously.

At this moment, they finally couldn't hold back any longer.

In the north, on the frigid ice plains.

The Third Armored Division is pressing forward with full force! They are currently facing off against the Gonggong Legion of the Great Xia Empire in front of the [Frosty Dragon's Lair] instance.

Eastern Sea Area.

On the destroyer flying cherry blossom flags, an elite squad called the "Demon Slayer Corps" is ready to go.

Southwestern border region.

The elephant cavalry legions of the South Indian Kingdom began a large-scale crossing of the border. Their heavy elephant hooves crushed the boundary markers. Their goal was clear—to take advantage of the chaos and plunder those high-yield medicinal herb secret realms.

For a time, the Divine Xia Empire was besieged on all sides.

Internally, disasters rage; externally, wolves lurk.

The fate of the entire nation.

It seems that at this moment, a slight shift occurred.

……

On the main road in the northern suburbs of Beichuan City, the asphalt pavement has long been broken.

It looked as if it had been repeatedly trampled by hundreds of giant beasts.

The lampposts along the roadside were twisted into braids, and some even hung down to the ground like noodles.

This is the core diffusion area of ​​that eerie black mist.

It was also the place where the power of the rules was most concentrated, that red sedan chair.

But at this moment, a scene that defies common sense has unfolded here.

Gu Xu had his hands in his pockets, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard, even though the road surface was uneven.

He would occasionally kick away two pieces of gravel blocking his way.

"Is this what they call a bizarre, calamity-like event?"

Gu Xu stopped and frowned in dissatisfaction.

He raised his hand and waved it somewhat listlessly at the empty space in front of him.

In his view, the black mist that should have covered the sky and swallowed everything was instead overwhelming.

The situation is currently in an extremely comical state.

Within a radius of 625 meters centered on Gu Xu, there is an absolute vacuum zone.

This is the conceptual level judgment of the talent [Domain of Calamity] – My territory, my rules.

The black mist, carrying extremely corrosive and assimilative properties, seemed to be cursed the moment it touched this invisible boundary!

They retreated frantically.

This made Gu Xu a little depressed.

Damn it...

Who exactly is the BOSS?

"I thought you guys were going to clash head-on."

Gu Xu watched the fog that had to be detoured, and even tried to slip away by hugging the edges of buildings.

He couldn't help but complain, "He's supposed to be the big boss who's going to swallow this city whole, how come he has no temper at all? Come on, let's hurt each other!"

The only response he received was the rapidly receding black mist.

And the low hum that came from the gentle turning of the old eyes above his head.

Beside her, the ghostly bride in red seemed to disdain the weakness of the black mist.

She gently waved her red sleeve, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees again.

Tucci, on the other hand, smacked his lips in disappointment.

It originally intended to poison the black fog to see whose poison was more potent.

As a result, they didn't give me a chance at all.

"Boring."

Gu Xu shook his head and continued walking forward.

With each step he took forward, the black mist had to retreat a step.

This led to a spectacular sight—under the dark, all-encompassing sky, a person forcefully pushed a patch of "light," carving a straight path through the ruins of the city.

Just as Gu Xu had advanced another two kilometers,

Ahead, in the constantly churning and retreating black fog.

Suddenly, a slightly unusual area came into view.

It wasn't a complete ruin; you could vaguely see half of the dilapidated area struggling to hold on.

It is a defensive shield made of bones and death energy.

However, the cover is now riddled with holes and could collapse at any moment.

And beneath that crumbling skeleton.

A person was sitting against a broken load-bearing column.

A person who looks like they could die at any moment.

That's Lin Yuan.

This was a ninth-tier saint who once dominated the Divine Xia and struck fear into the hearts of countless foreign powers.

His current state can only be described as miserable.

His signature black trench coat had been reduced to strips of cloth, hanging on his body barely covering his shame.

The exposed skin had a deathly gray color, covered with black lines.

Those are the scars left by the erosion of rules.

The left arm was twisted in a strange reverse direction, clearly indicating that it was broken.

There was a deep claw mark on his chest, revealing the bone, but no blood was flowing from the wound.

Only wisps of black smoke were rising.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a necromancer with extremely high resistance to death, coupled with the terrifying vitality of a ninth-tier expert keeping him alive, he would have been much stronger.

Anyone else, even an eighth-level expert, would have died long ago from such an injury.