Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The moment Shen Jue flipped his palm and pulled down, the thread of time that Yu Ri Xi He was holding underwent a subtle change.

This thread, woven purely from time itself, runs through cause and effect, connecting every slice of the past and the future.

As the fingertips of the Sun Goddess twirled slightly in the golden-red light, the string of time suddenly exploded in all of humanity's sensory systems.

The ground in Black Vortex Town was the first to feel it.

The Aberration Type II Flesh and Blood Blankets covering the ground began to writhe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was no longer the slow, intestinal-peristaltic rhythm of before, but a violent spasm that was accelerated thousands or tens of thousands of times, almost like boiling.

The carpet of flesh and blood is spreading! It has completely engulfed the island where Black Vortex Town is located!

One vesicle after another bulged on the surface of the flesh-and-blood blanket.

Each vesicle expands, ruptures, and releases a complete Aberration Type I Tomie onto the ground in less than the time it takes for a heartbeat to complete.

The expulsion was so fast that before the first Tomie could even rise from the mucus, the next Tomie had already been born.

The aberration type I particles are stacked on top of each other, like countless uncontrolled conveyor belts on an assembly line.

Meanwhile, the Aberration Type I individuals are climbing at an accelerated pace.

The climbing path that originally took several minutes or even tens of minutes to complete has now been compressed to within 0.001 seconds.

Those slender fingers and toes moved rapidly across the tower.

The secreted transparent mucus is flung into thin, elongated threads as the time accelerates, leaving shimmering trails in the air.

The speed of the climb became an upward torrent.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of Fujiang Rivers surged towards the tower at the same time.

Their long black hair billowed upwards in the accelerating airflow, and their white skin blurred into a series of afterimages as they moved at high speed.

The tower of flesh and blood is growing rapidly!

The base was the first to bear the pressure from the acceleration.

Countless flowers bloomed simultaneously at the base of the tower.

Their skin cracked open, and translucent, petal-like membranes rolled out from the cracks, gushing out mucus that almost instantly solidified into new vascular patterns in the accelerated flow of time.

One floor, two floors, three floors.

The diameter of the tower base is expanding outward at a rate of hundreds of meters per second.

New flesh and blood structures are layered on top of the old structures, like tree rings being compressed into a century of growth in a few seconds.

The ground tremors reverberated throughout the entire town of Black Vortex.

The abandoned buildings began to collapse amid the tremors, and the reinforced concrete structures were crushed like building blocks under the impact of the expanding tower of flesh and blood.

The tower is no longer a static building when viewed from the ground.

It is a living, rapidly growing, and enormous spine.

Each vertebra is a flesh and blood structure interwoven and fixed together by countless Tomies.

The translucent petals on the tower kept blooming and freezing, blooming and freezing, as if an entire spring flower season had been compressed into a single second.

The spire pierced the clouds.

In that instant, the whole Earth saw it.

Sunlight shines on the spire, and the newly opened, petal-like membranes take on an almost transparent quality in the golden-red light.

It's like the finest glass being burned to the point of melting by flames.

The height of the spire continues to rise.

Five thousand meters, six thousand meters, seven thousand meters.

The troposphere has been left behind, and the tower is beginning to enter the stratosphere.

The air temperature dropped sharply, and the mucus secreted by the Tomie creatures solidified even faster in the low temperature.

New flesh and blood structures were piling up at the top of the tower at an even more frenzied rate.

Then the tower began to show signs of its limits.

There is a limit to the height of buildings on Earth.

It's not the limit of materials; with the strength of deformed flesh, they could support even taller structures than they do now.

The limits come from the Earth itself.

From gravity.

It comes from angular momentum.

The relentless constraint imposed by a rotating sphere on any structure attached to its surface.

The tower began to bend.

It is not a structural bend.

It is the Coriolis force caused by the Earth's rotation that begins to affect the spire.

The Tomie flowers blooming at the top of the tower sensed this power, and their bodies instinctively adjusted their postures as time accelerated.

The petal-shaped membrane undergoes a subtle deflection, transforming lateral forces into a supporting structure for the tower.

Their adjustment speed is so fast that the human eye cannot even capture the process.

All that could be seen was that the spire, after reaching a certain height, did not break, but instead tilted slightly and extremely slowly to the east.

The air around Black Vortex Town began to swirl.

It wasn't because of the wind.

It's because the tower is so huge that it begins to alter the air pressure distribution in the area it occupies.

The air is compressed by the tower and diverted to both sides, creating a continuous low-pressure zone around the tower base.

The clouds swirl around the tower, forming an ever-expanding vortex.

Lightning exploded in the clouds, but the lightning bolts were not blue or white.

The light of the sun goddess Xihe permeated every cell of the tower.

The golden-red light refracted from the petals of the Fujiang River was captured and scattered by the clouds.

It turned the entire vortex cloud system into a magnificent color somewhere between a fiery sunset and the aurora borealis.

The camera cuts back to the live stream.

Audiences around the world saw a tower.

A tower of flesh and blood that has already broken through Earth's atmosphere, its spire reaching towards near-Earth orbit.

From space, it looks like a thin needle extending from the Earth's surface, its tip shimmering with a golden-red light.

But upon closer inspection, the surface of that thin needle is alive.

Countless Fujiang trees are still climbing, still blooming, still solidifying.

Their white bodies were densely packed on the tower.

From a distance, it looks like the texture of a tower, but upon closer inspection, you realize that it is made up of countless independent, identical female bodies contributing their flesh and blood to the tower.

Shen Jue had somehow reactivated the bullet comment function.

But this time, the comments section didn't explode.

The screen is blank.

three seconds.

For a full three seconds, not a single person in the world sent a single comment.

Then the first comment appeared.

[Chinese]: "Brother, I'm kneeling."

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[Japanese]: "This is not something a human being could do."

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[Spanish]: "God".

There was no anger left.

There was no fear.

There are no more jokes that use humor as a support to hold up the collapsing sky.

There is only one human instinct in the face of absolute power: the instinct to call a power beyond human comprehension a god.

All of humanity has confirmed that they have seen God.

Shen Jue stood in front of the tower base, with the female silhouette of Yu Ri Xi He floating quietly behind him. The streams of sunlight appeared even larger against the backdrop of the tower of flesh and blood.

He looked up at the spire that had already reached into near-Earth orbit, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It hasn't reached its limit yet," Shen Jue said.

In the live stream, Shen Jue's figure appeared as small as dust in the enormous shadow cast by the Tower of Flesh and Blood.

But his next move made viewers around the world hold their breath.

As he gestured, the sun rose slowly, its golden-red female silhouette unfurling its corona in mid-air.

The light peeled away from her, spreading outwards layer by layer, like the final scroll of scripture unfurled by a priest at sunrise in some ancient ritual.

The air hummed continuously under the crushing light, like a bronze bell that hadn't been rung for 30,000 years finally finding its pestle, echoing after tens of thousands of years.

"Let's go to the top of the tower."

Shen Jue's voice was as calm as if she were talking about what to eat today.

He took a step, heading towards the top of the Tower of Flesh and Blood.

Kirie and Amano Tsukiko were lifted up by Shen Jue using the Phantom Breath Technique: Gravity Manipulation, and they climbed upwards with a large amount of air.

The three figures cast three ever-shortening diagonal lines against the gray-white background of the tower of flesh and blood.

They began to climb the tower.

The scene was not cut.

The camera, broadcast live globally, followed Shen Jue's perspective closely, passing over his shoulders from behind to look at the ever-growing, colossal structure of flesh and blood.

The fleshy staircase beneath Shen Jue's feet had already taken shape before he stepped on it.

Those Tomie-like figures precisely predicted his every move during the accelerated time, creating petal-shaped structures at the landing point as stepping stones.

His pace and breathing remained constant, as if he were walking up an ordinary staircase.

However, this staircase leads from the ground all the way to the near-Earth orbit.

The camera occasionally pans over Shen Jue's shoulder, capturing his profile.

His expression remained unchanged.

That calmness wasn't something deliberately maintained, but rather a natural confidence that comes from someone doing something they've meticulously calculated every detail of.

The tower was rapidly descending on both sides of the field of vision.

The tropospheric clouds had been left behind by the three of them.

The temperature in the stratosphere plummeted to minus fifty degrees Celsius, and exhaled breath condensed into ice crystals in the air.

But the ice crystals evaporated before they could fall due to the heat emanating from the tower.

The air in the mesosphere was so thin that it was below the physiological limits of humans, but Shen Jue did not stop.

Under Shen Jue's protection, Amano Tsukiko and Kirie's breathing became rapid due to psychological reasons, but they were not harmed in the slightest.

The three of them passed through the thermosphere.

The aurora burst open around them, green and purple bands of light like silk torn apart by the tower.

Twisting, entangled, and dissipating within arm's reach.

The light from the sun goddess Xihe tinged the aurora with gold and red, making the top of the entire tower appear to be on fire.

Finally, the three reached the top of the tower.

Or rather, the edge of the top of the tower.

Low Earth orbit, 400 kilometers above the ground.

Looking down from here, the curvature of the Earth is clearly visible.

The blue of the ocean and the white of the clouds overlapped on the curved horizon, and the sun peeked halfway out from the edge of the earth.

Sunlight appears as a blinding pure white at the edge of a vacuum where there is no atmospheric filtration.

Looking up from here, there is endless deep space.

The starlight no longer twinkles; without an atmosphere, they are merely cold, pinpoint-sized specks of light.

They were densely nailed to the black curtain.

Kirie almost knelt down the moment she stepped onto the top of the tower.

It wasn't because she was exhausted; her body was maintaining its vitality thanks to Shen Jue's protection.

But the fear of heights ingrained in human genes is something she cannot change.

Looking down at the Earth from this height, the visual impact exceeds the psychological limits of most people.

The curve of the ground is a gentle arc, but that arc reminds everyone who sees it that you are on the outermost layer of a planet, suspended in a bottomless void, and what supports you is only a tower made of blood and flesh.