"...How could the Supreme Supreme possibly be late!"

In the temporary factory space, everyone was eating their military instant-heat meals. It was October, during the period of Cold Dew and Frost's Descent. The weather these days was overcast and rather cool, which was actually quite refreshing in the rural areas. Even at noon, there was hardly any sunshine. Besides, all present were Transcendents, much more tolerant of temperature variations than ordinary people.

However, everyone's expression was quite unsightly. After all, having waited idly for seven or eight hours left them with a feeling of suppressed frustration.

Moreover, after six hours had passed, Nan Xi was to proceed on the premise that 'there is no livestream today.' This prompted the Yangtze Troops to set up camp nearby, as they expected to spend the night on vigil here.

So, everyone relaxed, eating when it was time to eat and resting when it was time to rest. Although the instant-heat meals were mediocre, no one present was fussy, so they chatted while eating.

Furthermore, these High-Tier Cultivators rarely had the opportunity to interact with the powerful, let alone exchange insights with the Mysterious Country's most secretive and mightiest official organization, the Great Wall. Even without any intention to curry favor, they still wanted to learn about the Cultivation experiences of these Fourth-Stage Cultivators and exchange insights with each other.

Speaking of today's lack of a livestream, You Jiu suggested the idea that 'maybe the Supreme Supreme is late,' but Nan Xi immediately refuted him. "That is the Supreme Supreme of Fairy Palace! Do you think others are like you, a lazy slob who oversleeps!?"

"The one in dialogue with the Supreme Supreme is a mysterious girl who seems able to control Destiny. Would they be late? Impossible! Every action they take, every word they speak, must have profound significance!"

Nan Xi was specially in charge of investigating Ren Naiser, Fairy Palace, and the World Tree. How could she tolerate You Jiu belittling her investigation targets? "The daily livestream at six in the morning has always been wishful thinking on our part. How could the Supreme Supreme possibly take our thoughts into consideration?"

Legs crossed, You Jiu rolled his eyes at her words. "Maybe he's hoping I'll send him a rocket?"

"Then you try sending a rocket," huffed Nan Xi. "To this day, no one has been able to break through Ren Naiser's technical barriers... no one!"

In Ren Naiser's various livestreaming channels, the option to send gifts was outright canceled. Viewers could only adjust the volume and screen size on the video playback page—they couldn't even change the quality. Ultra HD 4K videos seemed to appear out of thin air on their computers.

At that moment, Commander Li commented, "Could it be that the battle has already begun, but Ren Naiser isn't livestreaming it?"

Indeed, that was a possibility, and even Nan Xi couldn't come up with a rebuttal.

After all, up to this point, no one had been able to ascertain the relationship between Ren Naiser and these Supernatural Forces. Nor had anyone had the chance to question the People of Fairy Palace about matters related to Ren Naiser.

But considering that the Nine-Tailed Fox had internet access and also watched Ren Naiser's videos, it meant Fairy Palace, at the very least, was aware of this person. Yet, they had taken no action and even allowed Ren Naiser to continue uploading videos related to people from Fairy Palace.

In this respect, it's possible that Ren Naiser had a cooperative relationship with Fairy Palace, or that Ren Naiser was their lackey.

Ren Naiser might only upload videos that Fairy Palace permitted. If Fairy Palace felt that a livestream today wasn't quite right and told Ren Naiser not to broadcast, it wouldn't be strange at all.

"We'll know once the livestream starts," said Qiao Muyi, propping her chin. "Moreover, the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' Destiny Card looks like it will cause a major upheaval. If something happens, we should receive information."

Upon hearing this, Nan Xi took out her phone. Naturally, someone would record Ren Naiser's entire livestream, and the important information would be directly screenshotted. Nan Xi's phone contained images of all the cards that had appeared in "Destiny."

"The 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' card depicts an urban background. According to what the Qingmu Yuan Earth Spirit said in yesterday's livestream, the Secret Realm has perished. The 'demons' are likely to wreak havoc in the present world, and if it really happens, it is bound to cause great chaos."

Yu Kuangtu inquired, "Then where and when will the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons occur?"

"'Birds of a feather flock together.' Those were the exact words of the Qingmu Yuan Earth Spirit." Transitioning into work mode, Nan Xi quickly regained her composure. "Based on the mysterious girl's descriptions, the Energy causing the unending expansion of Spirit Veins, forming Secret Realms, and producing monsters originates from the Violence in the Human World."

"Going by the principle of 'like attracts like,' the 'demons' are likely to appear in a city that produces a lot of Violent Energy."

"Does that mean places with a lot of dead people?"

"Not necessarily. Although the sealed demons seemed to use Transcendent Methods when moving, they would typically appear in Flourishing Sakura, following the principle of proximity."

"But there are no places with many deaths in Flourishing Sakura now," someone pointed out.

Dong Chengling said, "Violent Energy doesn't necessarily have to be vented; it could also be hidden inside, accumulating in the heart."

Bai Ji nodded and said with a sigh, "Some people work normally during the day, looking all polished, but in private, they might not even have a boyfriend. They've long been so repressed that they just want to seek death wholeheartedly."

Although Bai Ji's words felt slightly off, they also seemed to make a strange kind of sense. No one dwelled on it, simply nodding thoughtfully.

"Wait, if we go by that reasoning, could it be that the livestream will start at night?" Yu Kuangtu suddenly said. "The 'Night' Parade of One Hundred Demons, perhaps."

"It's possible, but there's always night somewhere on Earth," Nan Xi replied. "However, after dinner, it would be best if you all get some rest, because we need to continue shifts during the night." She then turned and looked at Mr. Chuan. "Mr. Chuan, aren't you going to eat?"

Mr. Chuan shook his head, squatting to the side and continuing to poke the ground with his finger as if searching for an anthill.

"Amitabha, I'll have another portion," said the Bald Monk nearby, putting down his seventh meal box. He brought his hands together, speaking with a serene Buddhist air.

These meals were military quick-heat rations, nutritionally balanced with both meat and vegetarian options. Nan Xi glanced at the greasy traces around the Bald Monk's mouth, then at his diva-like Kasaya, wanting to speak but stopping herself each time.

It was the Endless Monk who took the initiative to explain, "Monks abstaining from meat and alcohol is a product of sinicization, an adaptation to ancient society's scarce food and meat. It was to lead by example, encouraging devotees to leave more resources for ordinary people. Now it's the 21st century, and a vegetarian diet is no longer suitable for today's society. Besides, the work I do involves killing and arson. I have to eat well and definitely can't afford to be picky, or I'll go hungry."

This monk, from his attire to his words, truly offered plenty to comment on.

Just then, the computer placed to the side suddenly emitted a piercing ZING, drawing everyone's attention to the screen. Ren Naiser's livestream, which had been dark… was still dark.

But the 'Streaming Paused' notice had disappeared, and now countless panicked voices, like a raging torrent, poured out from the livestream!

Ren Naiser had started streaming!

"However," Nan Xi observed the pitch-black screen, "where exactly is the live broadcast taking place?"

「Tokyo, in the afternoon, Taitung District.」

Visitors from the Mysterious Country, in Flourishing Sakura for the National Day holiday, were pleasantly surprised to find National Day discounts and promotions. Consequently, there were quite a few shoppers around.

Two young guys had bought several boxes of 'wives' and, contented, left the store. One of them, Curly Hair, pulled out his phone to check YouTube to see if Ren Naiser was livestreaming and casually remarked, "When is Ren Naiser going live today? I don't feel like doing anything else right now; I just want to check out my new 'wives'."

"Your 'wives' are in the bag."

"Alas," his gaze suddenly deepened. "I finally understand what they mean by 'wild flowers smell sweeter than home-grown ones.' Back when it was just me and my hand, I used to dream about buying these 'wives.' Now that I have them, I want new 'wives'... Ah, it's all karma."

"Cut the single-guy drama. Is Ren Naiser live yet?"

"Doesn't seem like it…"

"Forget it then. If we missed it, we missed it. Let's just watch the replay when we get back. Be careful with your phone; holding it like that, it could easily slip out of your hands. You don't even have a wrist strap. Stop looking at your phone while walking."

"Can't do that; it's not devout! As an orthodox fan of Fairy Palace, I must enjoy the authentic, unadulterated broadcast! Plus, who knows, the new 'wife' might return to Tokyo. Yesterday's pilgrimage failed; today, I have to give it my all."

The sun-dappled street, the bustling crowd, the avenues lined with high-rises—all of it vanished in the instant the two conversed.

All light disappeared. Even though the young man could feel the phone in his hand, his pupils registered no light from its screen!

It was as if night had suddenly descended!

"What's happening?"

"Am I blind?"

"Where's the light? The light? Why has it suddenly become so dark? Did the Demon King of the Night use his ultimate? Or did Nightmare use his?"

Sounds of vehicle collisions followed one after another. Drivers, plunged into darkness, were naturally at a loss; whether to stop or to keep going, both options posed dangers.

Amidst the noise, they could barely make out the voices of their compatriots. They immediately grabbed each other's hands, and Curly Hair yelled, "Is that you, moron? Can't you see either?"

"It's me, you stupid dog! I can't see either."

"Good, good. So it's not just me who suddenly went blind."

"You're dead meat, you blockhead!"

At least they had each other. With a friend by his side, much of Curly Hair's panic dissipated. They managed to find a roadside railing to lean on. After calming himself a little, Curly Hair asked, "What in the world happened?"

"God knows. Seems like the others can't see either. It could be a large-scale mysterious phenomenon."

"What do we do now... Huh?"

In everyone's vision, the pitch-black sky suddenly shimmered with blood-red ripples.

One after another, blood-red silhouettes, like uncolored characters, emerged from the ripples and fell straight down. Because the blood-red ripples were extremely high up, these falling figures looked as if they were jumping from a building, causing many to scream out in shock.

However, the blood-red figures quickly reacted in mid-air, somersaulting to land gracefully on high buildings or electric poles.

Curly Hair stared in disbelief at a figure standing on a nearby electric pole. It seemed clad in ornate armor and had hedgehog-like hair. Pointing, he said, "Isn't that... the Electric Lamp King?"

"Yes... right?" His companion was hesitant, as it was only a red outline. "It should be that Electric Lamp King who can shoot loads of Weapons from his back and likes to stand on electric poles?"

It wasn't just the Electric Lamp King. They soon recognized many figures among the red silhouettes from movies, TV dramas, and animations. Suddenly, his companion screamed, "Strike Freedom!"

From the distant blood-red ripples, a super robot, 18.88 meters tall, had indeed fallen!

Monsters, Superman, Beastmen, Robots... one by one, beings that should only exist in fantasy, things that could not appear in reality, fell from the blood-red ripples!

BOOM! A thunderous sound echoed in the distance as the robot's feet planted themselves firmly upon the earth. Although it looked small compared to the skyscrapers, the sight of such a steely, humanoid Gundam weapon appearing before their eyes still delivered a tremendous impact.

And it wasn't just robots; other colossal creatures also completely dominated everyone's view of the sky. Beholding these terrifying, massive killing machines, a sense of insignificance naturally welled up in everyone's hearts.

At that moment, all the blood-red creatures and robots turned their heads towards the mortals on the ground.

The cacophony of sounds instantly vanished.

A profound Fear clutched at everyone's hearts. Just by looking at these figures, people could feel their rage. It was a fury born from the combined despair of one's wife running off, one's son not being their own, getting fired, being diagnosed with a gynecological disease, and finishing a dump only to realize there was no toilet paper—all this endless, fused anger erupted with a murderous intent that plunged the entire city into absolute terror.

At that moment, Curly Hair suddenly remembered Ren Naiser's livestream from yesterday.

'Birds of a feather flock together.'

Violent Energy tended to move to places where it was most easily generated.

And in Flourishing Sakura, what place had the fastest pace of life, the most oppressive daily existence, the largest population, and was most prone to producing Violent Energy, if not Tokyo?

During yesterday's livestream, in the barrage of scrolling comments and the regular comment section, some viewers had guessed that Tokyo would likely be the location for the fourth day's broadcast again. However, nobody paid much attention; Tokyo, with its 23 districts, was simply too big.

Moreover, based on the second day's BOSS battle, most people thought the fight on the fourth day would take place in some remote, desolate spot, so they cared even less.

Who would have thought that the fourth day's battle would use an entire city as its arena, with participants including giant entities like monsters and robots!

As Curly Hair was piecing together the cause and effect, the blood-red figures began to move.

In front of them, the Electric Lamp King crossed his arms. Behind him, a multitude of small, blood-red ripples suddenly appeared. From these ripples, numerous Weapons extended and fired towards the ground!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The silence was shattered in an instant. It was replaced by the continuous screams of men, women, the elderly, and children, the crashing of collapsing buildings, and various unidentifiable explosions. These sounds formed the notes of a symphony titled 'Slaughter,' weaving together a grand and terrifying deathly composition.

Robots rampaged, Strange Creatures roamed the highways, and one blood-red being after another spread out, killing. Death swept over the entire city like a tidal wave.

But no one could escape. They could only see blood-red beings everywhere; everything else was shrouded in darkness. It was as if, amidst the screams of terror, they were the sole spectators of this apocalyptic scene in an otherwise empty world.

As rubble flew chaotically before him, Curly Hair quickly pulled his companion into a crouch. His companion muttered, "Are we... going to die? Die in a Foreign Country? I don't have my passport on me. What if my parents can't even claim my body..."

Hearing his companion's panicked words, Curly Hair, who had expected to be terrified himself, surprisingly felt an indescribable, unfounded confidence welling up in his chest.

He opened his mouth, tightly grasped his friend's arm, and said in a voice both firm and trembling, "We won't."

"Someone will definitely save us."

SNAP.

Curly Hair turned his head and saw a graceful shadow appear before him in the darkness. She held a katana ablaze with Fiery Flame. Even as just a blood-red outline, she still looked so delicate and cute.

Curly Hair quickly recognized her from a certain series—because she was one of the 'wives' he had bought today.

Am I going to die? Killed in the darkness by a fantasy character I adore?

Complex and bizarre thoughts tumbled through Curly Hair's mind. Just then, he heard a voice as gentle as an Angel's:

"The Immortal Venerate said, 'Let there be light.'"

And then, there was light.

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