American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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Xiu En hovered in mid-air, slowly extending his right hand toward the runic metal cube. The intense heat surging in his eyes sparked a few fleeting golden sparks when it touched the air.

Less than ten meters from that top-grade popping candy, Ivy perched on Xiu En's shoulder, her sunflower leaves rubbing excitedly.

Meanwhile, Optimus Prime, standing at the rear entrance, silently gripped the ion cannon, while Simmons' forehead was covered in sweat.

Just as Shuen's fingertips were about to touch the edge of the AllSpark's outer shell.

The Cybertronian runes engraved on the surface of the cube emitted a soft yet vast light.

The light emanating from beneath the dam exudes a warm and gentle aura.

In Xiu En's mind, a consciousness that transcended dimensions and time successfully connected directly with that channel belonging to divinity.

"Greetings to you, young otherworldly sun."

That was a voice full of compassion.

Xiu En's mouth, which was halfway open, froze.

It's like visiting a friend's house and seeing some pastries on the table. You want to sneak a piece to try, but as soon as you reach out, you realize that the pastry is being stared at by a pair of eyes belonging to a big shot.

And the other person has a very good temper; they even greeted you.

For someone as fearless as Xiu En, it wasn't exactly terrifying, but this real cross-world social death scene still made his usually shameless soul pause for a second.

"cough……"

Xiu En awkwardly put his hands behind his back, his luminous cheeks twitched slightly, and he muttered something in his mind.

"This is awkward. I thought it was a compressed high-energy source. Um, nice to meet you. The decor here is rather cold."

"It is indeed cold, but this is a last resort."

The ancient will known as the Primordial Celestial Venerable did not blame the impolite diner for his covetousness.

Its gentle aura was like a vast ocean in the face of Xiu's aggressive golden radiance.

"For a nascent being with the authority of a star, the conflicts on this broken planet are insignificant. But, my guest, you should not unleash that blinding presence in this dimension without reservation."

Within the mental waves, a fragmented cosmic star map unfolded before Xiu En's eyes.

"In the darker reaches of the starry sea, a chaotic entity that has lost its mind, the Cosmic Emperor, wanders in endless hunger. For him, all worlds brimming with life, and your still immature primordial star energy, are the finest nourishment he uses to devour all things."

"Before his eyes are awakened by your embers, do not reveal too much of your true fire."

Xiu En stroked his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

"How come big shots like you always have crazy relatives or sworn enemies running around outside? Tsk, there's so much trouble in this place."

Xiu En shrugged at the source of the fire.

"Alright. Let's give the old man some face. It's okay if he doesn't get enough to eat this time, there's always next meal."

Yuanshi Tianzun sensed Xiu En's restrained greed, and from the very core of the Fire Source, a wisp of fine dust, even more azure than the surrounding light, actually separated out.

This is a friendly gift from the Creator of Cybertron.

"Young sun, you have bestowed blessings upon this primordial planet, and you embody the source of care for the growth of all things. In exchange, I will offer you some assistance."

The connection of spiritual energy quickly dissipated.

But the changes taking place in the heart of the dam, in that towering, icy deep well, sent shivers down the spines of all the carbon-based and silicon-based life forms present.

The metal blocks, known as the spark source, began to shrink and deform violently.

Amidst the background music of Optimus Prime leading all the Autobots to kneel down without hesitation, and Simmons nearly fainting from shock.

A wisp of pale blue light slowly drifted out from the center of the cube and gently fell into Xiu En's somewhat bewildered palm.

The last words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable remained in the air.

"Leave here. I can't hide my presence for long."

A pale blue light touched my fingers.

Its extraordinary obedience exudes endless transformations and imbued with profound meaning.

It resembles a roll of top-quality raw silk.

Xiu En held the ball of seemingly alive, pulsating energy in his hand, and his previously bored expression suddenly lit up with an astonishing brilliance.

"Hey!"

Xiu En used his other free hand to pat the sunflower clone that was perched on his shoulder, also holding its breath with its leaves.

"I knew it!"

Xiu En looked smug.

"When going out to find food, following your instincts is always the right thing to do! Look at this! This is top-quality fabric! Not only is it fireproof and waterproof, but it also conveniently solves the problem of needing to reorder clothes when my body shape changes!"

The sunflower smiled.

"You admit you were looking for food? Oh dear. Yes, yes, you're the best. A bandit who steals other people's local products to make clothes."

But under the incredulous gazes of everyone...

He drifted back four or five meters.

They maintained a safe distance and put their hands behind their heads.

"This is no fun. I can't move the block. I just chatted with the big boss behind this guy, and his attitude was much better than the police car that just arrived."

The icy blue light had transformed in Xiu En's palm into a gem that seemed to contain the trajectories of countless stars, quietly floating in the golden divine power.

Xiu En sensed the terrifying potential for deformation within it, enough to alter the rules of physics. This was a high-dimensional, creation-level scrap.

"I'm leaving, big guy."

Xiu En waved to Optimus Prime, who was bowing his head respectfully.

"Although the Decepticons here smell like expired lubricant, the red ones over there look much more vibrant."

He even glanced at the enormous ice cellar with a hint of regret.

"As for that popsicle called Megatron, we'll talk about it next time. I need to hurry back to have some clothes tailored. It's inconvenient to eat without pockets in new clothes."

"My lord! My angel! Wait!"

Simmons disregarded the authority of District Seven and scrambled forward in a secret agent suit, holding his badge higher than a surrender flag.

"Please! Just one more minute! No, ten seconds! The president's line is already connected! And the Secretary of Defense! They want to award you a medal! They want to rename the entire Hoover Dam to the Temple of the Sun!"

"I have no interest in your kind of behavior of treating cement blocks like treasures just because you change their name."

Xiu En shook his head.

The golden halo that enveloped the entire dam began to shrink.

As if he had heard a command, the sunlight from outside began to converge above his head, forming a golden staircase that reached the heavens.

"I'm going back to find something to eat."

Xiu En's voice was distant and ethereal.

"The sun rises as usual, but it always sets. What's the trouble here?"

He pointed to Megatron, who had already begun breaking the ice.

"It's all because of your own glasses, fix it yourselves."

"I'm gone."

Xiu En disintegrated into countless photons, leaving a dazzling vertical beam of light on everyone's retinas. The beam instantly pierced through the thick concrete dome of the dam and disappeared into the dimensional gap of this universe.

All that remained was a world whose luck had been forcibly increased, and a ground litter of mortals and robots, their eyes brimming with tears from the golden light.

Less than five minutes after Xiu En disappeared.

The incessant roar of the propellers tore through the sky above the dam.

Normally, the Hoover Dam would be a no-fly zone. But now, dozens of black armed helicopters were mixed in with news media broadcasting equipment laden with cameras and microphones.

Like a swarm of flies that have smelled blood, they crowded together in this airspace like madmen.

On the ground, hundreds of black cars were either driving towards them or crashing into them.

"Where are they?! Where is that god?!"

A high-ranking military officer, disregarding his image, jumped out of the still-standing jeep and grabbed a stunned agent by the collar, roaring at him.

"My God! Where is that location?!"

Simmons stood at the dam entrance, facing the group of big shots who had once bossed him around.

He slowly took off the sunglasses that he had been looking directly into the divine light.

Then, he carefully placed the sunglasses into the inside pocket of his jacket, his movements reverent.

"General."

Simmons's lips curled into a detached expression, as if he had experienced a great event.

And a sense of superiority that even though God has left, I am still here.

"You're too late."

"God has already gone to eat. And we..."

He pointed to the huge problem underground that was about to go berserk due to the failure of the ice seal.

"There's still a mountain of debt to pay off."

Gotham, at the top of Wayne Tower.

The projection of the Great Sun clone stepped out of the void and came to the main body.

He spread his hands.

The energy substance, radiating primordial will, lay quietly in my hand, emanating a sacred aura that could even suppress the dark side of the city.

"Bruce! x2"

Shuon and his projection shattered the newly established sacred atmosphere with a loud shout, turning to yell at Batman, who was drinking coffee.

"Look! I found something great while scavenging over there! I didn't get to eat an ice cream, but look at this stuff! x2"

He tossed this divine material around in mid-air like a child showing off a new toy.

"It's not only alive, it changes color! I think it would be a complete waste not to make one of those coats with a hundred hidden pockets! I need a new coat! x2"