I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

"stop?"

Ji Tian punched the core of the gear phantom in His chest again. Holy light exploded on the fist, causing the gears around Him to creak and the Gear Eyes to shake violently.

"If you just stop like that, wouldn't I lose face?"

The God of Industry was unable to unleash his true power in this world where the industrial age was just beginning, thus suffering great frustration in battle.

He tried to condense a gear barrier, but Ji Tian's fist always shattered it the moment it was deployed.

He tried to unleash another flood of information, but to no avail, which made Him begin to doubt His own abilities.

He even attempted to burn his divine power to initiate a spatial jump, but Ji Tian's mastery of the laws of space far surpassed his—just as he tore open the rift, Ji Tian reached out and pulled, dragging the rift back along with half of his divine body.

As for a counterattack?

The opponent was too fast, creating the effect of having countless clones, making it impossible to hit them.

His physical body is so strong that a mere ray of holy light can withstand a divine body; his mental strength is so powerful that he can ignore the flood of information; and he is so proficient in spatial power that he is impossible to hit or run away from...

Doesn't this guy have any weaknesses?

【you……!】

Ji Tian remained silent, only continuing to throw punches.

【court death!】

The god of industry was finally enraged. He no longer tried to defend or create distance, but instead concentrated all his divine power in his chest. A ball of light, several times larger than before, appeared, with countless gears spinning wildly inside, and the phantoms of factories layered upon each other.

Immediately afterwards, the ball of light exploded and collapsed inward, and a pitch-black sphere floated in front of the God of Industry, pulling everything around it, even space itself, toward the center.

Ji Tian's movements faltered slightly, his robes fluttering as they were sucked in.

He glanced at the black hole-like sphere and commented honestly, "That was a good move, but unfortunately, you took too long to build up the power."

Before he finished speaking, he had already appeared behind the God of Industry, his right fist wrapped in holy light, delivering a powerful punch to warn the opponent to be humble and not arrogant.

The black sphere lost control, trembled violently, and then vanished silently.

The god of industry staggered forward a few steps, and a few more cracks appeared on the surface of his divine body.

He turned around, his gear-shaped eyes fixed on Ji Tian.

What... exactly do you want?!

Ji Tian flicked his wrist, his fighting spirit surging. "I said I'd reason with them. We've finally met a tough opponent, of course we have to keep going!"

Okay, okay, okay!

The God of Industry uttered three "good"s in succession, and his divine body suddenly expanded. Countless golden rays of light burst forth from the cracks, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

Ji Tian frowned and retreated rapidly.

The Minister of the Interior, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and others were also protected by the last ray of holy light left by Saint Het and flew backward.

An elder from the Mage's Guild exclaimed, "He's going to self-destruct!"

boom--!

A golden beam of light shot into the sky, tearing a huge gap in the clouds above the capital.

The shockwave spread in all directions, leaving cracks on the surfaces of buildings in its wake. Strangely, the factories, chimneys, and machines remained unharmed.

Ji Tian steadied himself in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the air currents, his divine sense already locked onto the direction of the Northern Territory.

There, the aura of the god of industry is being rekindled.

"They run fast."

He stepped into the void and his figure disappeared above the capital.

In the northern border, in the workshop of a large factory.

The deafening roar of the machines continued as the workers on the assembly line mechanically repeated their actions, completely unaware of the beam of light that had just appeared.

Deep within the workshop, golden light spots emerged from the void, slowly coalescing into a figure.

The new divine body of the God of Industry was much dimmer than before, the gear patterns on the hem of his robes were blurred, and even the rotation of his double-gear eyes had become sluggish.

The price of self-destructing by burning divine power far outweighs the cost of sacrificing one's body to be resurrected, but if one could escape that person—

He had barely steadied himself and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when that familiar voice came from behind him, "Oh, we meet again."

The god of industry suddenly stiffened.

He slowly turned his head and saw Ji Tian leaning against a steam engine, playing with a gear he had just casually picked up from the assembly line.

Daddy! How come you're still here?!

How could you...?

"Spatial teleportation, you forgot?"

Ji Tian threw the gear back onto the assembly line, straightened up, and said, "I've said it before, I also have a basic understanding of the laws of space, it's just that I'm a bit far away from them."

【you--!】

"Stop talking nonsense and continue."

Ji Tian flashed, and his fist, imbued with holy light, slammed down again.

This time, the god of industry was smarter. Instead of taking the attack head-on, he transformed his divine body into countless points of light, attempting to disperse and escape.

But Ji Tian's divine sense had already locked onto every wisp of His aura. His figure kept flashing in and out of the workshop, each time he appeared and accurately struck the light spot that was gathering.

"Bang, bang, bang—!"

The light spots were scattered, and the God of Industry was forced to reassemble his divine body, only to be scattered again by a punch.

This process was repeated over and over.

The first resurrection took place in the western suburbs of the capital.

The second time was in the northern mining area.

The third time, at the port in the eastern border.

But every time He resurrects, Ji Tian appears before Him on time, his fists, imbued with holy light, showing no mercy.

The God of Industry finally began to adapt to this pain. He even began to analyze Ji Tian's attack rhythm, peak power, and the cycle of holy light decay.

He discovered that although Ji Tian's holy light could touch him, its intensity was not high, and it was entirely supported by his terrifying physical strength.

The God of Industry once again materialized from the void. This time, He did not flee, but simply stood still, staring at Ji Tian with His double-gear eyes.

How long can your holy light last?

Seeing that the other party remained silent, the voice of the God of Industry returned to its indifferent composure.

Your holy light will eventually run out, but I, as long as the factory keeps running, can resurrect infinitely. Even if you destroy all the machines in the factory, I will still resurrect when the next factory is built. Between us, there is no winner or loser.

Ji Tian remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"You're right, if this keeps going, it'll never end."

He withdrew his fist, and the holy light dissipated from the surface of his fist.

The Gear Eye of the God of Industry began to spin rapidly, thinking that the other party had finally given up.

Then, He saw Ji Tian take out a page from the void, which was glowing with a dark red light.

The gears in His pupils suddenly stopped turning.

That's...!

"Your stuff, you recognize it, right?"

Ji Tian twirled the fragment of the Seven-Page Book between his fingers. "You sent the apostles to the capital with the fragment to participate in that vague and uncertain Ascension War, wasn't it just so that the fragment would be retrieved and sealed by various forces? But why?"

The god of industry did not answer; His gaze was fixed on the tattered page, His Gear Eyes stopped turning, and only one thought remained—

want to.