American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"American Comics: Praising the Sun Starting from Gotham!" - Stunning writing and a gripping plot!

Its diameter is exactly the same as the diameter of this planet!

Bruce calculated every energy flow direction and every spectral resonant frequency in the model perfectly!

A vast, primordial life force, seemingly born from the very beginning of the Ximu Realm, surged continuously and frantically into Xiu En's body through that emerald green vine!

Sunflower entrusted everything to him.

Xiu En began to circulate the Golden Crow Divine Fire within his body!

Within their energy cycles of gold and green, a temporary infinite energy cycle was formed!

"Energy model, synchronized."

"Whitelight Protocol is activated."

Bruce reminded him.

"Fifteen minutes countdown, now only thirty seconds left."

"Shuen, release it."

Xiu En raised his hand.

At this moment, he was merely an executor about to bring new life to this desolate world.

He connected the power of the white lamp with the platinum energy within his body that had already fused with the Golden Crow Divine Fire and Ivy's life force!

"In my name."

His voice resounded throughout this deathly silent world.

"Life is revived!"

A ring of light, large enough to encompass the entire planet, radiates outwards from Shuen, who is suspended in a synchronous orbit.

This halo itself is not offensive.

Touching it, you can't even feel its temperature or strength.

But it is life.

It is the tender sprout breaking through the soil under the first ray of spring sunshine. It is the first drop of water falling as polar glaciers melt. It is the first cry of a baby leaving the womb.

Yes, it is the last thing that should exist in this world that is already ruled by death.

The Ring of Creation swept across the earth.

It swept across Gotham.

The acid rain clouds, a mixture of clown gas, fear gas, and various industrial wastes, cleared up and eventually dissipated into pure water vapor in the air.

It swept across the Arctic.

The ice cap, covered in black oil and decaying dust, began to melt under the gentle caress of the halo. The pitch-black ice layer returned to its crystal-clear blue. Beneath the glacier, the ocean began to flow again.

It swept across the Sahara.

The land, utterly desertified by the death storm, where even the sand had turned to a grayish-black wasteland, was nourished by the halo. The plant roots, long since withered and skeletal, miraculously revived! Countless tender shoots stubbornly broke through the soil from beneath that dead sea of ​​sand!

The planet is being purified.

But for the current native inhabitants of this world, this is torture.

The white halo representing life swept over the black-light corpses, whose movements were becoming incredibly slow due to the suppression of infrasound.

They all began to howl in pain, as if by unspoken agreement.

That white halo was more terrifying to them than the most potent holy water or the hottest lava!

The laws of life are in fundamental conflict with the concept of death within them!

The black-light zombies began to struggle and writhe!

Their bodies, which had been disrupted by infrasound and were in a state of stagnation, actually regained a sliver of vitality under this more painful stimulation.

They waved their arms, trying to swat off the white glow on their bodies!

They banged their skulls against the ground, trying to burrow underground and escape the omnipresent light!

A black-light corpse, because it was a swimming champion in its previous life, instinctively plunged headfirst into the river next to it that had just been purified by the halo.

However, it was a river rich in life energy!

The moment its body touched the river water, black smoke billowed out, and then it vanished without a trace, along with the black ring on its finger.

"The halo effect has spread globally."

Bruce continued to remind him.

Before his eyes, the holographic map projected by the tactical wristband, marked with countless red dots of high-density black light energy, was becoming dim and sparse.

"The suppression effect of the acoustic beacon network complements the purifying force field of the white light halo."

"All the Blacklight Corpses can do nothing but writhe and howl in pain in place."

"Preliminary estimates suggest that the rings will run out of energy after only about three hours of illumination, as they will be unable to absorb any negative emotions or death energy."

Bruce looked up.

The first phase was a success.

The pure white Ring of Creation cleansed the world of its filth, yet it could not truly touch the desecrated souls trapped within decaying bodies.

They still howled in agony under the halo, their resentment from the very source of death undiminished.

"The Black Lantern Legion's vitality is recovering, Shuen, use your purification ability."

"The souls within these corpses remain firmly locked in by the Black Lantern Rings. Without severing this connection, they will never find true peace."

"Simply put, it means the house is cleaned, but the ghosts inside are still causing trouble."

Xiu En gave a brief summary.

The sunflower spoke.

Xiu En understood what she meant.

He slowly closed his eyes and transformed the newly formed platinum light once again.

That light, like the gentlest moonlight, or the first rays of dawn, no longer tried to dispel the darkness, but chose to embrace it.

The white halo spanning the entire planet began to change shape, transforming into billions of white specks of light that fluttered down from the sky, like a grand snowfall of light covering the entire world.

Each snowflake is a beacon, a receiver for the soul that can transmit voices.

Hughes transformed the entire world into an open-air opera house.

And the only singer.

It's Ivy.

She began to sing.

It is sometimes like the whisper of leaves in a nascent forest when the first breeze blows through it in ancient times.

It sometimes resembles the distant resonance of a pod of blue whales calling out to their distant companions in the deep sea.

It sometimes sounds like a lullaby sung by a mother to her baby who is about to fall asleep.

The singing itself does not possess any magic or energy.

It's just telling a story.

It tells the story of life's cycle from birth to growth, to flourishing, and finally to a peaceful return to the earth.

This requiem, from the Realm of Dawn and from a newly born goddess of nature, was transmitted to every corner of the planet through light tubes constructed from the power of white lamps.

It reached the ears of every soul struggling in pain.

A miracle happened.

The Black Lantern Corpses, who were trying to escape from the Ring of Creation, stopped all their struggles the moment they heard the song.

They quieted down.

They raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

It was as if they were listening.

Listen to the creation song that they should have heard at the very beginning of their lives, but missed for billions of years.

A black-light corpse, who was a firefighter in Gotham City before his death.

He was rolling frantically on the ground, driven by his survival instinct and fear of fire.

But at this moment, he knelt quietly on the ground.

He instinctively made a hugging gesture.

It was as if, before his eyes, he could see the phantom of himself embracing his family after each time he rushed into the fire to rescue survivors.

A black-light corpse, who was a violinist in Central City before his death.

His fingers, which had turned into sharp claws, trembled at that moment.

He raised his arm, mimicking the motion of drawing a bow. The solo piece he had once played in the concert hall for the love of his life seemed to resonate once more deep within his soul.

A black-light corpse, who in life was just a hot dog vendor on a street corner in the metropolis. Two black flames flickered on his face. He remembered the big, blue-eyed guy who always smiled and took hot dogs with pickles from his hand; he seemed to see Superman.