I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Leah turned around and pulled out a broken badge from her bosom, still stained with mud and blood.

It was a fragment of a Tribunal communications badge that had been blasted to her feet by Chu Tian's sword energy when she retreated into the secret passage. The badge itself was damaged, yet it was still flashing a blinding red light wildly.

Not long ago, before his death, the presiding judge crushed the Supreme Crisis Badge. In response to the descent of the God of Magic Tower, the White Tower proactively activated the "Supreme Crisis Public Alert Channel" covering the entire capital. This broken badge still retained the authentication fluctuations of the courtroom's on-site receipt.

At this very moment, the White Tower is using this highest-authority channel to broadcast the so-called "Abyss Contamination Warning" to the entire city in a loop, attempting to completely bury the truth with a lie.

Leah looked around. In the corner stood a dusty public alarm maintenance terminal.

Looking at the shimmering tribunal badge in her hand, an extremely crazy idea flashed through Leah's mind: the White Tower was lying through the city's crystal screens, so she could use the White Tower's own mouth to force the truth into the eyes of everyone in the city!

She rushed to the maintenance terminal and ripped off the rusty panel.

Although Leah didn't possess profound magical skills, she understood the rudimentary magical knowledge her father had taught her years ago. She roughly plugged the purple recording crystal, filled with sin, into the terminal's data read slot, and then pressed the fragment of the Inquisition's emblem firmly into the highest-level magic receipt interface.

This is an extremely rudimentary "disguise".

She was gambling that, under the highest crisis conditions, the White Tower's emergency access would relax the verification threshold in pursuit of efficiency. When the amethyst, carrying the Randall family's experimental watermark and Victor's original voiceprint, was combined with the residual fluctuations of the Inquisition's communication badge, the White Tower's automated system would briefly misjudge this data as "high-risk evidence files transmitted from the Inquisition site!"

"Buzz—!!!"

The terminal machine emitted a roar of unbearable strain.

The White Tower's defense mechanism was extremely robust. Even if it was temporarily deceived, the underlying error correction array reacted instantly and began to frantically compress the abnormal data.

Just as the connection was about to be forcibly severed, a sharp burning pain suddenly shot through Leah's left eye!

The wisp of dark gold sword pattern Chu Tian left deep within her pupils transformed into a sharp edge that saw through all illusions. Within the vision of this eye, the intricate magic lines within the terminal became clear patterns; which arrays were locking down, and which magic capacitor was the system's weakness, were immediately apparent!

She pulled out a pair of rusty pliers and precisely cut the two alarm wires that were turning red. Then she shorted a piece of scrap copper wire onto the main fuse chip!

"Bang!"

The fuse chip burned out on the spot, releasing a cloud of pungent black smoke.

Leah was choked by the thick smoke and had to retreat, her palms scorched. The entire terminal vibrated violently, a dull, gear-like rumble emanating from within, and warning runes lit up and went out repeatedly.

She stared intently at the flickering screen, even unconsciously holding her breath.

Did it succeed or fail?

The next moment, a blue rune symbolizing the completion of the public alarm network connection slowly lit up.

Leah's tense body finally relaxed slightly.

......

The capital city, including the upper and lower districts.

All official public screens and magical broadcasting towers on the streets were flashing the solemn announcement from the White Tower just moments before: "The Lower City is being attacked by the illusion of abyssal contamination. All citizens, please..."

The next instant, the screen abruptly ripped apart!

Accompanied by a piercing crackling sound of electricity, the horrific scene from Randall's underground laboratory was broadcast directly to the White Tower's official channel!

The images of deformed children soaking in preservative solution, live specimens wearing restraint collars, and Victor Randall's bloodied face as he confessed to the White Tower Council's backing resounded throughout the capital. Meanwhile, in one corner of the screen, the clearly visible White Tower experimental watermark became the sharpest blade piercing through all the lies.

Inside the luxurious manor in the upper city, the nobles screamed in terror as they watched the out-of-control magical projection in their living room, frantically smashing any crystals that could make a sound.

In the downtown area, where the rain was pouring down, a brief silence was followed by a suffocating chill.

A mother, soaking wet, stared intently at the official screen on the street. She recognized an experiment number on the screen—it was her daughter, whom she had always thought had died of the flu. A craftsman who had just finished work saw a familiar face on the screen—it was his colleague who had been declared dead by the workshop last month due to "accidental death from operational error." The owner of an underground tavern crushed a glass in his hand because his niece's name was prominently displayed on the scrolling "consumables list."

"Cut it off! Forcibly cut off the public alarm channels! Don't let it go!"

Inside the White Tower's main headquarters, the council chairs erupted in hysterical roars. The very high-level alarm network they themselves had activated had become an accomplice in spreading their own death sentences!

"Sizzle—"

All the official crystal screens in the capital city went out instantly, plunging the city into deathly darkness.

However, a few dozen breaths is enough.

Before the official internet shutdown, the black market taverns in the lower city that had been operating in the gray area for years, the recording chips in abandoned workshops, and even some old recorders had automatically cached this image with the White Pagoda watermark.

From that moment on, the truth no longer depended on the White Tower's passageway. It transformed into countless sparks, frantically circulated, copied, and relayed across the underground dark web by the poor of the lower city, black market brokers, and low-level technicians!

The suppression of the White Pagoda was extremely violent.

Squads of fully armed magic knights and patrolling mages stormed into the lower city. Their goal was no longer to dispel the enemy, but to brutally destroy all cache nodes and slaughter all those who questioned or resisted.

But in front of a black market crystal screen displaying evidence of crimes.

The worker who recognized his companion silently gripped the rusty wrench and stood in the way of the knight's charge; the tavern owner who had lost his niece pulled out an enchanted musket from under the counter; and several low-level scrap metal workers decisively pushed a bucket of highly unstable rubble slag in front of the barricade and detonated it with a bang!

They knew they couldn't defeat the high and mighty magic knight, but in this cold, rainy night, the silence that had been suppressed for hundreds of years finally turned into an unyielding rage.

......

Meanwhile, on the long white jade steps leading to the upper city of the imperial capital.

Chu Tian didn't turn around to look at the flames burning in the lower city. He didn't even pay attention to the broadcast that had stirred up public opinion.

He wore a blue robe and carried an ancient sword case on his back, walking alone in the torrential rain.

The rain, falling heavily, was naturally sliced ​​through by the chilling sword intent emanating from him. Above the sky, the sword wound he had slashed, tearing through the elemental sea, still hung high, like the gaze of death.

At the end of the long staircase, the seven white towers, representing the highest level of military power in the magical world of Elran, were flashing wildly. The wounded mages had retreated into the most solid central core, feeling the absolute pressure of death, and were desperately trying to awaken the ultimate trump card of the entire magical world—the "Elemental Throne."

Chu Tian raised his head, and the white jade steps beneath his feet made an extremely faint cracking sound from the soles of his boots.

Behind them, the White Tower cut off the official broadcast, but countless privately owned crystal screens hidden in the alleys, workshops, and taverns of the lower city lit up one after another like stars. The fire of the truth had been completely ignited.

The White Tower opened its own throat and cried out the truth that buried it.

That night, for the first time, the lower city of Erlan raised its head.

Chu Tian had already reached the foot of the White Pagoda.

......