togophonebook Chapter 117 True Annihilation Star
Chapter 117 True Annihilation Star
With a snap.
The three fragments were stuck together.
First, there was silence.
So still was that even the drop of ink on Tang Sanzang's brush tip remained suspended in mid-air.
The next instant, the entire audience seating area suddenly sank down.
It's like something unseen has been confirmed.
The gray-white ring cracked first.
The cracks don't burst outwards; they collapse inwards.
It collapsed into the middle of those three fragments.
The golden light vanished instantly.
Black and white squeezed out from between the fragments.
The two colors intertwined, spinning faster and faster, until finally pressing together to form a wheel imprint.
Not big.
The size of a palm.
The edges, however, seem to have countless tiny characters flipping through them.
With each flip, something disappears from all sides.
The railing is missing a section.
The stone base is missing a corner.
Even the few floating cracks in mid-air looked as if someone had scraped them flat with a knife.
Red Boy's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but curse, "This thing... isn't a star?"
The cataloger's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled.
"It's not a star."
"It's a eukaryote."
"The Seal of Deletion and Rewriting".
"The true Annihilation Star is merely its outer shell!"
He had barely finished speaking when he dashed off.
It was as fast as a line of ink.
The remnant lord growled from behind, "Come back!"
The cataloger wouldn't listen to a word they said.
He endured so much hardship for this very moment.
He stepped onto the pages of the book, then stepped under the ring, and reached out to grab it.
"This item should be returned to the Archives Department!"
The instant my finger touched the wheel mark.
Click.
A very soft sound.
It was like someone breaking off a dead branch.
The cataloger still had a smile on his face.
The next second, his right arm was gone from his shoulder.
It's not broken.
It's gone.
Before any blood even spurted out, the wound became a flat, open area, as if the skin, flesh, and bones had never existed.
Immediately afterwards, one of the Buddhist authority marks on his chest snapped off.
Another one.
The third golden light had barely flashed out and hadn't even fully illuminated when the entire authorization chain snapped in two.
The cataloger let out a scream, flying backward and rolling more than a dozen times on the ground before crashing through three layers of stone steps before coming to a stop.
He looked up at his empty shoulder, his face contorted in pain.
"How could this be... I have the right to archive, I have a Buddhist cataloging permit, how could my work be deleted!"
The stands were deathly silent.
Even the Lord of the Crippled Division didn't dare to make a move immediately.
The Bull Demon King's eyes twitched violently, and he muttered, "This is a really harsh slap in the face."
Sun Wukong grinned, staring at the wheel-shaped seal, his eyes blazing with golden fire.
"nice one."
The creditor was already seething with anger after being slapped earlier.
Seeing the cataloger's discomfiture, he was first taken aback, then sneered.
"waste."
"Insufficient permissions, yet still want to access the core."
With a flick of his sleeve, the black aura of old debts from half of his body surged out, instantly transforming into a massive debt seal that pressed directly above the wheel seal.
"Since this item is within the Deleted Realm Wheel, it shall be placed under the custody of the Court of Old Debts!"
"I'll accept it on behalf of the higher-ups!"
Before he could finish speaking, he had already pounced on him.
That old man is even more ruthless than the cataloger.
He grabbed it with one hand and pressed the other hand directly into the center of the wheel mark.
It's like trying to forcibly imprint the mark onto one's own body.
The wheel mark turned gently.
The black and white colors have switched places.
Immediately afterwards, a line of fine text appeared.
The characters are small.
Everyone present could see it clearly.
[Illegal agency, rejected]
The creditor's expression changed drastically.
"What do you mean by illegal agency? I possess—"
boom!
He didn't say anything more.
It's not that I didn't finish speaking.
It was the mouth and half of the face that exploded together.
From the chest upwards, the left half of his body instantly crumbled into a pile of ash.
That clump of ash still wanted to gather back together.
The wheel mark turned again.
The ash is gone too.
The debtor, now only half a body, slammed onto the pages of the book with a thud, leaving a black mark, and let out a whistling roar.
The entire audience erupted in chaos.
The remnant official retreated three steps, retracting the tattered chain into his sleeve, daring not to show his face again.
Red Boy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Touch it and you'll lose an arm."
"Touch him again, and half a person will be gone?"
The Bull Demon King swallowed hard: "This isn't a treasure, it's our ancestor."
Tang Sanzang gripped the pen, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
He stared at the wheel-shaped mark, his voice low.
"It's recognizing people."
"It's not about who's stronger, that gets to win."
Chen Fan remained silent.
When he started piecing together the three fragments, he felt the system getting hot.
It's not the kind of hot flashing notification on the control panel.
It was as if some old thing had awakened in his bones.
Same-origin permissions detected
[Ninth list of remaining old debts detected]
[Detection of an empty main position in the deletion zone]
[Whether to take over]
The four lines of prompts were increasingly glaring.
Chen Fan's breathing became heavy.
Ninth old debt.
He had used this title before, both to deceive and to impersonate others.
But now the system has brought this thing up.
It's not fake.
It really works.
He stared at the wheel mark and suddenly understood.
This thing is not meant to be stolen.
It only honors its debts.
Acknowledge past mistakes.
Recognize the old position.
Wukong turned his head and glanced at him.
"You don't look well."
Chen Fan smirked, "I think I'm about to strike it rich."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.
This movement drew all eyes to the surrounding area.
The cataloger, clutching his broken shoulder, screamed shrilly, "Stop him! He's an outsider! He couldn't possibly—"
The debtor, lying on the ground, also spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you dare touch it, there won't even be any ashes left!"
The remnant chief was even more direct, swinging the broken chain in an attempt to bring Chen Fan back first.
Sun Wukong swept his staff across the room.
boom!
The broken chain burst open inch by inch.
Wukong stood in front of Chen Fan, his shoulders twitched, and the stone seat shook violently as his golden cudgel pressed down.
"Whoever touches him, Old Sun will smash their head first."
The Bull Demon King and Red Boy also rushed up, guarding the flanks on the left and right.
Tang Sanzang raised his hand and made a stroke with the tip of his pen.
The character for "crime" that he had just written on the third page was dragged out with a horizontal stroke and blocked the feet of the Remnant Master.
As soon as the Remnant Master stepped on it, his foot sank, and he almost fell into the gap between the books.
Chen Fan did not turn around.
He walked step by step to the wheel mark.
The closer you get, the more background noise you hear.
It's like many people are talking.
Someone is crying.
Some people laughed.
Someone is questioning the crime.
And people were calling his name over and over again.
As Chen Fan reached out his hand, the system notification flashed wildly.
[Without a moral system, connection to the same source is enabled]
[Ninth Old Debt List, Submit]
[Temporary head seat application in progress]
【pass】
hum.
The wheel tracks suddenly stopped.
Divide into black and white.
A thin slit was visible in the middle.
It's just the right size to fit one hand.
Chen Fan pressed it directly.
It didn't explode.
There was no backlash.
The entire space became quiet.
The next second, the book pages, the stone seat, the grandstand, and the gray-white ring all converged at his feet.
It's not about getting close.
It's like surrendering.
The blurry, towering phantom in mid-air suddenly pressed down.
It pressed down to three inches above Chen Fan's head.
Then stop.
It was as if they were waiting for him to sit down.
The cataloger was dumbfounded.
The Master of the Cripples turned pale.
The remaining half of the debtor's face was completely contorted.
"impossible……"
"The Ninth Old Debt was already..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wheel Seal had already delivered a chilling verdict to everyone's ears.
[Temporary Lord Position, Affiliation: Chen Fan]
[Time Limit: One incense stick's time]
[Permission: Delete one item]
boom!
The entire audience felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Even the figure at the very top, who had been watching the show the whole time, moved slightly.
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"good!"
"I knew you'd pull something big!"
Red Boy rubbed his hands excitedly: "Brother Chen, who should we delete first? These old bastards? Or should we rip that dog off the high seat first?"
The Bull Demon King was even more decisive, drawing his sword and shouting, "Delete the debtor! I've had a long time's been disliking that bastard!"
The cataloger was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet, still screaming.
"You can't just delete anything! There's a sequence, rules, and boundaries for deletion—"
Chen Fan ignored them.
He stood in front of the wheel seal, with Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, and the Bull Demon King and his son behind him.
In front of him were the half-crippled creditor, the one-armed cataloger, the stunned crippled chief accountant, and a group of things that had never shown their faces, higher up.
A stick of incense.
Only one item can be deleted.
This power is too great.
It's too short.
Everyone thought he would delete the enemy first.
The principal debtor stared intently at Chen Fan, his voice cracking.
"If you dare delete me, the Court of Old Debts will immediately hunt you down across the Three Realms."
The cataloger was also getting anxious.
"Deleting me won't help! The Buddhist sect still has a backup plan! You'd better use this opportunity to find a way out!"
The remnant lord gritted his teeth and growled, "Destroy the throne first, then we'll talk about anything else!"
Sun Wukong turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Tell me, which one to delete?"
Chen Fan suddenly laughed.
She laughed very softly.
"Delete you?"
"It's so cheap."
He raised his hand and pressed his five fingers against the wheel mark.
The system panel unfolds layer by layer before your eyes.
Countless records flipped by quickly.
Huaguoshan.
Boundary deletion order.
Root cause record.
The issuer is unknown.
Tracing the link, it leads directly to the high seat.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold instantly.
It turned out to be the case.
Huaguo Mountain has always been under surveillance, not because Wukong caused too much trouble.
Someone had already placed a boundary-deleting order on Huaguo Mountain at the source.
Given the right opportunity, the entire mountain can be erased from the record at any time.
No wonder the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect dared to target Flower Fruit Mountain, both openly and secretly.
Because they had already prepared a back door.
So today, let's dismantle this back door first.
Chen Fan spoke, word by word.
"Request deletion/modification".
"Target."
"The Deletion Order of Huaguo Mountain, Record of the Roots."
The wheel imprint trembled.
The black and white colors spun wildly.
The cataloger didn't react at first, and then his face turned pale.
"Are you crazy?"
"You're taking the Lord of the Deletion Realm position, but instead of deleting enemies, you're deleting the save data first?"
The creditor's face also changed.
"Stop! That record connects you to the people in charge!"
The remnant official looked as if he had seen a ghost and turned to run away.
"Stop him! Stop him now!"
Sun Wukong was also taken aback for a moment.
Upon hearing the words "Huaguo Mountain," a fire ignited in his eyes.
The golden cudgel slammed heavily onto the ground.
"Who dares to stop me!"
With a loud bang.
The entire page of the book was torn apart.
The wheel seal under Chen Fan's command has been finalized.
【permit】
Just two words.
The next moment, the narrow slit in the middle of the wheel imprint suddenly opened.
It looks like an eye.
It glanced into the depths of the void.
After reading it, wipe it off gently.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
There was no major fire or flash.
Only a distant, unseen line snapped.
The moment the line went down.
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
The direction of Heaven.
Lingshan direction.
Countless high-ranking beings in the Three Realms looked up simultaneously.
Someone burned a page of the jade book on the spot.
Three of the Buddhist lamps in front of someone went out.
Some people were in the middle of a retreat when suddenly a line of text was missing from the list in front of them.
The original text read: "Decree to Delete the Boundary of Huaguo Mountain".
In the audience, the debtor screamed like a madman.
"Who deleted it?!"
The cataloger knelt on the ground, his lips trembling.
"He...he really deleted it..."
A very soft tap finally came from the largest empty chair at the top.
It looked like someone had pressed their fingers against the edge of the handrail.
Chen Fan slowly raised his head.
The wheel imprint was still spinning in his palm.
But that incense stick had only burned a third of its way through.
Immediately afterwards, the system displayed a new message.
[Warning: Highest authority detected in the Three Realms and Nine Places; this location is being locked simultaneously]
Chapter 201 The Three Realms Are in Anger Simultaneously
The wheel-shaped imprint spun faster and faster in Chen Fan's palm.
Like a small, red-hot gear.
hum.
hum.
With each turn, the "page-like ground" beneath my feet would tremble.
The first thing to change wasn't the audience seating.
It's the line of text that was deleted.
The five characters "Huaguo Mountain Boundary Deletion Order" were gone. Only a whitish blank space remained, as if a layer of skin had been forcibly peeled off a piece of paper. But right next to the blank space, tiny cracks suddenly began to appear.
One inch.
Three inches.
one foot.
The cracks spread further and further, eventually reaching into the gray-white ring.
The cataloger was still kneeling when he looked up and his face twitched twice.
"Stop!"
His voice has changed.
"Stop! The boundary deletion order is gone, the old territory is about to revert!"
The debtor, with disheveled hair and eyes almost bulging out, scrambled forward.
"Stop him! Nobody let him turn around anymore!"
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
He stared at his palm.
The system just granted true kernel privileges, and the countdown is starting.
[Nine breaths remaining in the master's position]
Nine breaths?
Chen Fan's lips twitched.
enough.
He raised his hand and pressed down.
The palm print suddenly sank.
The next instant, a series of shattering sounds echoed from beneath the entire audience seating area.
Click.
Click click click.
It's not the tables and chairs that are cracking.
It was as if some kind of "seal" that had been pressed down for countless years was being broken open one after another.
at the same time.
Dongsheng Shenzhou, the former site of Huaguo Mountain.
A large stretch of coastline that had been deleted suddenly burst forth from the void.
First, there was a section of reef.
Next came a row of black pines.
Further on, the entire cliff face burst forth with a deafening roar, sending seawater gushing out dozens of meters high. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling the nearby sea were completely dumbfounded, standing on the crest of the wave with their forks in hand, motionless for a long time.
"Mountain...Mountain's back?"
"Wasn't it said that this land has been vacant for hundreds of years?"
"Empty my foot! Look, the waterfall's already up!"
The voice just fell.
boom!
A white waterfall cascades down from mid-air, crashing into the sea.
Water splashed everywhere.
In the mist, a cracked old stone tablet was unearthed, with half a line of words still crookedly written on it.
Flowers and fruits—
The last two characters were worn away.
But everyone knows what it is.
Huaguoshan.
Not just in one place.
The monkey cave, stone bridge, old forest, and drill slope that were originally deleted are all being pushed outwards. It's as if a hand is pushing them back into place piece by piece from behind the pages of a book.
heaven.
Outside the Lingxiao Palace, a crimson-gold alarm bell suddenly lit up.
It wasn't just a single sound.
It was a chorus of nine sounds.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The heavenly soldiers guarding the palace were first stunned, then their scalps tingled with fear.
"Is this a primary alarm?"
"Who touched the position of the Lord of the Deleted Realm?"
Breaking news!
They don't need to shout.
The entire Lingxiao Palace was now lit up.
The long-dormant celestial monitoring patterns on the palace pillars lit up one by one, climbing upwards like snakes. On the central imperial desk, three jade slips, which were never touched before, simultaneously sprang open.
The first piece reads: "Deleted boundary main position abnormal login."
The second item reads: "Archived archive permissions are missing."
The third one was even more ruthless, containing only a single line of small, blood-red characters.
—The old territory of Huaguo Mountain is being restored.
The Jade Emperor, who had been leaning back on his throne, slowly sat up straight.
He stared at the three jade slips, his face expressionless.
The hall erupted in chaos first.
Venus grabbed the whisk, his voice trembling.
"Your Majesty, this is beyond the capacity of the Ministry of Revision to handle."
Wuqu Xingjun stepped forward directly.
"Your Majesty, I request that the Northern Dipper Army be mobilized to first seal off the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, and then lock down the gates of the capital!"
The civil official standing nearby grew anxious.
"What's with the lock? The main seat has already been touched, and this is just a fiefdom? We should first investigate who's in the Heavenly Court acting as an informant!"
"fart!"
"How dare you!"
The Lingxiao Palace erupted in chaos.
The Jade Emperor raised his eyelids slightly.
The entire hall fell silent instantly.
"Correction Division".
He only uttered three words.
A shadow door on the side of the hall swayed, revealing the pale face of the Remnant Lord, half of his robe still tattered, clearly indicating he had just left the audience area. He was about to bow when the Jade Emperor fixed his gaze on him.
"From now on, this matter will no longer be handled solely by your company."
The remnant official's throat tightened.
This is a power grab.
The Jade Emperor continued, "Issue the decree: The Celestial Oversight Bureau, the Dipper Department, and the Ministry of Justice shall jointly investigate."
"Then summon the four gate-sealing generals to seal the Milky Way and sever the star path."
"Today, I will find out who will sit on the throne of the Realm of Delete."
As the last sentence fell, all the celestial officials in the hall lowered their heads.
Venus felt a chill in his heart.
This is real movement.
For so many years, the Jade Emperor has never personally issued such an important decree.
The remnant official's expression turned even uglier.
Previously, he could suppress it. He could hide it. He could use the revision department as a buffer.
Not anymore.
The matter has been exposed to all three realms.
Lingshan.
The golden bell outside the Great Thunder Temple rang by itself.
It is not the constant sound of a Buddhist bell.
It was an urgent summons.
The doors of all thirty-six halls opened simultaneously, and all the monks looked up. On the sky, golden lotus seals flickered in and out of focus, and a tiny crack appeared in the central "General Outline Seal of the Journey to the West".
Ananda rushed into the hall first, not even bothering to straighten his shoes.
"Your Excellency! Something has gone wrong with the Lord of the Deleted Realm!"
Kasyapa arrived shortly afterward, carrying a cracked golden mirror in his hands.
"The old territory of Huaguo Mountain is being revived. The outer perimeter of the Journey to the West route has been warped."
The expressions of the bodhisattvas all changed.
Manjushri said in a low voice, "If it's just going back to an old place, it's not the worst."
Puxian stared at the golden mirror: "The worst part is that the main login alert was also received by Mount Ling."
The hall was quiet for a moment.
What does this tell us?
This indicates that the person encountered a non-peripheral access level.
It is the core of the deletion boundary.
Ran Deng slowly lifted his eyelids, his voice deep.
"Who can be identified?"
Kasyapa shook his head.
"I can only see a layer of veil. It looks like a eukaryotic selection."
Upon hearing this, even the usually composed Arhats changed their expressions.
Eukaryotic selection?
That wouldn't be stealing.
It is to acknowledge God.
Outside the temple gate, a gust of wind swept in, and Guanyin arrived. She landed on the threshold, glanced at the people in the hall, and finally fixed her gaze on the person at the head of the hall.
"This matter cannot be delayed any longer."
"Please let Buddha decide."
She spoke plainly, but everyone could tell what she meant.
If Lingshan only sends its subordinates to repair the damage, it may not be able to make up for it.
Deep within the Buddha's light above, a figure remained motionless.
Only now did she slowly open her eyes.
As soon as those eyes opened, all the golden lotuses in the hall trembled slightly.
The Buddha did not speak immediately.
He stared at the cracked seal of the general outline in the air for a few moments.
Then he raised his hand.
A golden seal flew up from his palm and hung in the center of the hall.
"Issue the Great Thunderclap Order."
"Immediately recall all reserve factors along the westward route."
"Open another mirror."
"I want to see it for myself."
The last three words made all the monks in the hall bow their heads in unison.
Hell.
Suddenly, three lines split open in the dark clouds above Fengdu City.
Inside the judge's hall, Judge Cui, who was flipping through the Book of Life and Death, accidentally dropped the entire stack of supplementary books on the ground.
"What's that noise?"
Ox-Head and Horse-Face rushed in one after the other, their faces pale.
"Your Honor, the old well at the end of the Underworld has lit up!"
"And there's that empty bank by the River of Oblivion, where a set of stone steps has just emerged. It's like... like it was always meant to be there."
Judge Cui's face immediately darkened.
Old well.
empty shore.
These are all loopholes left over from the deletion process.
He grabbed the clerk and saw that the three ghost patterns on it were all lit up, with the one in the middle even smoking.
[Abnormal login to the main position of the deleted boundary]
The gap left by the underworld has begun to be filled.
Please report this to the Yama King's Palace.
Judge Cui cursed and left, lifting his robe.
The Ten Kings of Hell quickly gathered.
Upon hearing this, King Qin Guang's face tightened considerably.
"Did the Heavenly Court receive it?"
"received."
"What about Lingshan?"
"I received it too."
King Chujiang sneered, "Fine. Let's bomb all three of them together. Then it won't just be us who suffer."
The City King slapped the jade tablet in his hand.
"Investigate! First, find out who touched the old boundary. Then, investigate who gave the order all those years ago at Flower Fruit Mountain."
"If someone really uses the position of the head to bring up old grievances, there will be a lot of other places that will follow suit."
These words caused the faces of several Yama Kings in the hall to darken.
They all knew.
I can return to Huaguo Mountain.
You can return from elsewhere.
Once those erased territories are unearthed piece by piece, all the old scores will have to be recalculated.
auditorium.
System notifications kept ringing in Chen Fan's ears.
[Profits Settlement in Progress]
[Restoration progress of Huaguo Mountain's old territory: 12%...19%...27%]
You have gained: +300000 Boundary Rebound Value
You have received: Old Domain Anchor Point Coordinates x4
[You have gained: A significant increase in your popularity as the ruler of the Three Realms]
When the last notification popped up, Chen Fan felt like cursing.
A surge in viewership?
This reward is fucking insane.
Sun Wukong rushed to his side and swung his golden cudgel horizontally.
"There's movement outside?"
"It moved."
Chen Fan stared at the shortening line of fire in his palm.
[Remaining breaths after taking over the main position: four breaths]
Red Boy grinned, his eyes shining brightly.
"I told you this was worth it. Look at those two bastards' faces, they look like their father just died."
The principal debtor is indeed going crazy.
He scrambled to his feet and lunged again, only to be kicked back by the Bull Demon King, knocking over three chairs. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, still screaming.
"Do you know what will happen if we delete that order?!"
"You bunch of lunatics!"
The catalogers are in an even worse situation.
He clutched the large book tightly, trying to suppress the ever-bulging spine. But with each bulge, a shard of light would spray out from the pages.
Each piece is like an old record that has been swallowed up.
He pressed the button while shaking it.
"They're back... really back..."
Chen Fan ignored them.
He looked up at the empty chairs in the highest row.
On the largest chair, there was still that blurry figure.
Didn't move.
There was just a little bit of light on the edge of the handrail.
The man was pointing at something with his finger, looking quite interested.
Several empty chairs nearby also showed slight dents.
It looks like someone else has sat down.
They came without a sound.
Even more people gathered to watch the spectacle.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"You're addicted to it, aren't you?"
No one replied to him.
Only a very soft laugh came from above.
Can't tell the difference between men and women.
They couldn't tell which way was which either.
It's like it's leaking down from many places all at once.
[Remaining time for taking over the main position: three breaths]
Chen Fan lowered his head.
The time allotted for eukaryotic cells is almost up.
We need to pull off a big heist.
He flipped his wrist, the wheel seal snapped inward, and pressed it directly against the huge book at his feet.
"Open a search for me."
boom!
A golden thread suddenly tore open along the seam of the book.
Countless tattered pages flew up.
Each page was covered with entries for deletion, densely packed together. Mountain names, river names, city names, people's names, and even route numbers that had been erased.
Even Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched at the sight.
"So many?"
Chen Fan quickly scanned the area.
I didn't have time to look at it closely.
He only focuses on the most essential aspects.
Delete the main file of the boundary wheel.
Archive the main register.
Offset bar for the pilgrimage.
His gaze quickly stopped.
At the very bottom, an old entry with black background and white text is popping out.
Like something that was originally buried at the very bottom.
There were only a few words on it.
——Journey to the West System Source Files
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
Does such a thing really exist?
The next instant, a system pop-up appeared right in front of him.
High-value target detected
[Target: Source files for the Journey to the West system]
[Current Status: Can be deleted]
[Should we use the remaining primary time to perform a forced deletion attempt?]
Chen Fan paused, his breath catching in his throat.
Sun Wukong sensed something was wrong and turned his head to look at him.
"What did you see?"
Chen Fan did not answer immediately.
He felt his palms getting hotter and hotter, as if if he slowed down even half a breath, the true core permissions would be completely taken away.
[Remaining time for taking over the main position: one breath]
A crisp knock suddenly came from the large chair high up.
It felt like someone was urging him on.
Chen Fan stared at those four words, a slight smile spreading across his face.
"Monkey King".
"This time, we might be going to pull off something really big."
Chapter 202 Deleting the System
"delete."
Chen Fan didn't say a single extra word.
The wheel-shaped mark in his palm suddenly trembled.
From within the gray-white ring, a series of piercing, cracking sounds erupted, like someone scraping a dull knife against an iron plate. The four characters in mid-air—"Journey to the West System Source File"—suddenly shone brightly, and then a line of thin characters cracked out from behind them.
[Outer Nodes: 3,600]
[Should I force deletion?]
Chen Fan didn't even blink.
"Delete everything."
The voice just fell.
He turned the first page of the large book at his feet.
It's not about flipping through pages one by one.
The whole book went on a crazy, frantic roll.
The sound of paper being scribbled filled the air, and many in the audience immediately covered their ears. The cataloger, who had been kneeling, was suddenly thrown to the ground, rolling backward while clutching his head, his mouth still trembling.
"Impossible... That's just the outer shell of the general outline... Who gave him that authority? Who gave him that permission?!"
The principal debtor is in an even worse situation.
The old debt chain on his chest broke into three pieces, spewing out black mist filled with densely packed small characters. The characters had barely emerged when the wheel seal swallowed them whole.
The knocking stopped on the large chair high up.
Even the people up there were watching this strike.
Chen Fan only felt a blur before his eyes.
next moment.
It's not a grandstand.
It's not a boundary deletion wheel.
He was as if he had been dragged into a deeper place by the eukaryote.
There was nothing on any side.
There are only countless fine lines.
Each line had a small dot of light hanging from it. Images flashed within the dots: monks begging for alms, monsters blocking the road, city notices posted, local deities appearing in dreams, and low-ranking officials issuing commands. They were densely packed, filling the entire dark space.
The system notifications are jumping around very fast.
[Detect peripheral task chains]
[Black Wind Mountain Incense Patch]
[Gao Laozhuang Marriage Template]
[Liusha River Crossing Script]
[The Heartbreak of the Women's Kingdom Side Quest]
[97,000 low-level distribution passwords detected]
Chen Fan's scalp tingled from watching.
This thing isn't a line at all.
This is a rotten net.
A net that has covered the three realms for a long time.
He immediately grabbed the thickest main thread and pulled it down.
"Cut it off!"
Click!
The first wire broke.
Then came the second, the third, and the tenth.
That feeling was very direct.
Like pulling out a rotten tooth.
It was difficult at first.
After opening one hole, the whole piece loosened.
The changes outside are even more frightening than those here.
In Jambudvipa, in front of a dilapidated temple.
Two young monks, who had just received their "escort money" assignment, were carrying a wooden basin out when a jade tablet inside suddenly exploded. The two monks froze, standing there like statues.
"Senior brother, who was speaking in my head just now?"
"I heard that too... something about the eighty-sixth minor merit of the westward journey?"
"That's all."
In the Northern Continent of Julu, a wolf demon dressed in a monk's robe was reciting lines from a template: "This humble monk comes from the Eastern Land... uh..."
Its mouth twisted, and it completely forgot the second half of the sentence.
The villagers on the other side were completely dumbfounded.
The wolf demon was also confused and scratched his bald head.
"What am I doing here?"
In Xiniu Hezhou, a newly assembled, fragmented pilgrimage group had just set foot on the mountain path.
A fake pilgrim, a substitute Sha Wujing, and two sutra protectors sent by the Buddhist sect were preparing to go through the procedures when the Buddhist seals under their feet suddenly disappeared.
All four of them suddenly went limp and almost collapsed to the ground.
"The coordinates for protecting the scriptures are gone!"
"The template is broken!"
"Where's the roadmap? Who took the roadmap away?!"
The fake traveler at the front turned pale.
The projection of the golden cudgel in his hand shattered into dust with a snap, unable to even maintain the monkey hair transformation technique, directly revealing its true form, which turned out to be a yellow-skinned macaque.
The remaining people nearly popped their eyes out when they saw this.
"Aren't you the seventh alternate to be registered?"
"I...I was just now!"
In an instant, explosions were happening all over the Three Realms.
Many of the lamps in the temple went out.
The verses about the pilgrimage to the West on the roadside stone tablet faded line by line.
Even the minor priests who make a living by "protecting the scriptures and accumulating merit" have started to have their waist tags turn black, and the small merit numbers after their names are dropping drastically.
A side hall somewhere in the Heavenly Court.
A clerk who was recording records was dozing off when he suddenly saw that thirty percent of the scroll in front of him had been burned. He was so frightened that he overturned his chair.
"Who moved the lower-level pilgrimage manual?!"
"Report this quickly, report it immediately!"
In several branch temples of the Buddhist monastery, the sound of wooden fish drums was chaotic.
Just as the old monk raised his gavel, the golden mark between the Buddha's eyebrows dimmed by half. Before anyone else could react, someone stumbled and rushed in from outside the hall.
"Host, there are many blank pages in the guest list!"
"How much space is empty?"
"Almost...almost 30%!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.
%.
This is not a bad thing.
This is a leg that has been chopped off.
In the center of the stands, Sun Wukong grinned.
"it is good."
He only said one word.
The golden flame in his eyes burned ever brighter.
Pigsy was even more direct, slapping his thigh and cursing, "Old Chen, you really know how to pick your foot! This time, the Buddhist sect is in excruciating pain!"
Tang Sanzang stared at the fragments of scripture bobbing erratically in mid-air, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He was no longer the monk who only knew how to chant sutras, but seeing this scene still made his head spin.
This is not a solution.
This is like flipping the table.
Chen Fan didn't have time to reply.
There were too many lines in that dark area.
With each strand he tore off, the scalding mark on his palm intensified.
My ten fingers felt like they were being plunged into burning coals.
But the profits are also frighteningly large.
The system sounds were almost a continuous stream.
[Successfully deleted 112 peripheral nodes]
[Successfully deleted 396 peripheral nodes]
[Successfully deleted 940 peripheral nodes]
[Fragment access has been acquired]
[Template incomplete code has been retained]
That dark area began to collapse.
Many of the thin threads broke apart on their own, as if his knife had triggered a chain reaction.
Chen Fan stared deeper inside.
There was a ray of light in that place.
Not big.
But all the broken lines are shrinking towards that direction.
Only one word remains from the eukaryotic analysis.
【core】
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
found it.
He raised his hand and pressed it down.
"Dig it out of there!"
Just then.
Suddenly, a pattern appeared in front of that ball of light.
It looks like someone carved a lock there a long time ago.
As soon as the lines lit up, Chen Fan felt a numbness in his palm, followed by a sudden heaviness in his chest, as if he had been hit by a dull thud.
【warning】
[Encountering a blockade due to old debts]
[Source: Tathagata]
Chen Fan's expression changed.
Outside, on the large book suspended in mid-air, a large patch of dark gold patterns also emerged. These patterns didn't seem newly carved; rather, they looked as if they had been pressed down for many years, only now being forced to surface from the back of the paper by the true core.
The cataloger was stunned when he saw this, then burst into laughter.
"I knew it!"
"You really dare to go to such lengths!"
"That wasn't deleted for you; it was an old debt personally sealed by Buddha!"
The principal debtor, clutching his broken chest, also laughed sternly.
"Keep deleting! Keep deleting!"
"So what if the outer perimeter is ruined? As long as the core remains, you can't turn the world upside down!"
Zhu Ganglie was furious when he heard this. He swung his nine-toothed rake and smashed half of the debtor's body into the ground.
"If you yell again, I'll rip your head out and use it as a chamber pot."
The principal debtor, his mouth full of black blood, was still laughing.
Because of the appearance of that old debt mark, the wheel imprint on Chen Fan's body slowed down significantly.
It's not just slow.
The toothed pages on the edge of the ring have begun to rotate, one by one, as if some greater force is trying to wrest power back.
Sun Wukong took a step forward, his golden cudgel pointing to the sky.
"Where did this old bald man come from? Get down here!"
boom!
The shadow of the stick soared into the sky.
Large cracks appeared in the void at the very top of the stands.
But no one came down from behind the crack.
Only the shadow of a giant Buddha's hand flashed by and then disappeared.
Just like that, in a flash.
Everyone saw it clearly.
That person isn't there to intimidate others.
That's for protecting documents.
Chen Fan clenched his teeth, his forehead covered in sweat.
This thing is even more disgusting than he imagined.
The Buddhist community had long anticipated that someone would try to uncover the core secrets, so they used "old debts" as a lock in advance. Whoever dares to touch it will first bear the brunt of the Buddha's counter-pressure.
This is unreasonable.
But when has Buddhism ever talked about reason?
The system is sending out alarms repeatedly.
[Remaining time for taking over the position: six breaths]
[Suppression of old debts intensifies]
Deletion efficiency has decreased.
Current total deletion rate: 27%
Chen Fan stared at the core light, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Almost.
It was so close.
He was unwilling to back down now.
He suddenly flipped his hand and pressed the wheel mark down hard.
"Tear off another layer!"
Eukaryotic oscillation.
He forcefully tore a gash in the old debt mark.
It's only one finger wide.
That's enough.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached in, as if snatching something from a red-hot furnace.
next moment.
He actually caught him.
It is not a physical entity.
Like a string of words that can jump.
Twisted, glowing, with lines of strange symbols flowing across its surface.
The system quickly made a determination.
Interception successful
[Core Residual Code Name: Other Shore Engine]
Completeness: 11%
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The engine on the other side.
The moment those four words were uttered, even the true core trembled.
The old debt mark outside suddenly swelled up, as if its tail had been stepped on, and it retaliated with a bang.
Chen Fan was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Sun Wukong stepped forward and supported his shoulder.
"How is it?"
Chen Fan took a breath, wiped the blood from his mouth, and then smiled.
"It was worth it."
"How much should be deleted?"
"About 30%."
These words were spoken.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
The cataloger's laughter sound effect is stuck.
The fierce look on the principal debtor's face also froze.
%.
They had initially thought Chen Fan had only suffered minor scrapes on the outside. But upon hearing the number, their expressions immediately became confused.
This is no minor injury.
This means that 30% of the tendons and ligaments were directly removed.
From now on, at least a large number of low-level pilgrimage missions in the Three Realms will be rendered useless.
Those substitutes assembled from templates were crippled on the spot.
Tang Sanzang looked at the shattered pages scattered across the sky and slowly exhaled.
"The Buddhist community has lost face this time."
Pigsy grinned widely.
"So what if it fell on the ground? Old Chen stomped on it again and again."
Just as everyone's morale was rising.
The wheel-shaped mark in Chen Fan's palm suddenly sank.
That felt really bad.
Like a red-hot iron lump, it suddenly started to burrow into the flesh.
The system alarm went off immediately.
【warning】
[Only three breaths remain in the main position]
[Eukaryotic system enters backlash preparation stage]
[Current main position exceeds capacity]
Please designate the next temporary co-holder immediately.
[Countdown: Three]
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed.
"Co-holders?"
Sun Wukong immediately looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
Before Chen Fan could finish explaining, his arms began to tremble.
That mark was no longer just a burning sensation.
It bites.
It felt like she wanted to gnaw her way down his palm and into his heart.
The system logo continued to flash wildly.
【two】
[If the load is not transferred]
The main position will be overturned by the true core.
At best, one will lose all power.
[In severe cases, the soul may be torn apart]
The smile on Zhu Ganglie's face vanished instantly.
Tang Sanzang's expression also changed.
Sun Wukong brandished his golden cudgel and shouted, "Say the name! Who is it for?!"
Chen Fan stared intently at his palm.
The wheel-shaped imprint spun faster and faster.
And from the largest empty chair high up, another knock came.
It's clearer than the previous two times.
It's like urging them on.
It's like waiting for him to make the wrong choice.
【One】
Chen Fan suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, and Zhu Ganglie, finally settling on the figure on the other side of the stands who hadn't moved much.
At that moment, the man slowly raised his face.
Chapter 203 Co-holders
When the man raised his face, Zhu Bajie cursed first.
"Zongwu?"
On the other side of the stands, Zongwu slowly stood up.
His black robe was already torn in several places, and a broken chain hung from his shoulder. But the moment he stood up, the fluttering papers around him miraculously moved aside.
It's as if he doesn't even want to touch these remaining rules.
Sun Wukong frowned.
"Why are you looking at him like that?"
Tang Seng also looked at Chen Fan, his voice very low.
"There's only a little time left for the host. You have to choose now."
The mark on my palm felt so hot it seemed to burn into my bones.
The system light screen was still flashing rapidly in front of Chen Fan's eyes.
[Temporary co-holder options: Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, Zongwu]
[Please choose carefully if you have different investment directions.]
[Countdown: One]
There was another sound from the largest empty chair high up.
笃.
The sound wasn't loud.
The entire room fell silent.
It was as if someone was watching Chen Fan, waiting for him to stray from the right path.
The cataloger, lying on the edge of the deletion wheel with half his face covered in ink, laughed upon seeing this.
"Choose! Choose now!"
"The monkey is fierce enough, the monk is steady enough, and that black thing is strange enough."
"Chen Fan, aren't you the best gambler?"
The principal debtor's mangled body was also writhing on the other side.
It only had half of its upper body left, like a torn old ledger, and it was still spitting words out of its mouth.
"If you choose the wrong one, you will all die."
"The true core will not recognize an outsider."
"I certainly won't acknowledge a madman who's asking for debts!"
Zongwu remained silent.
He just looked at Chen Fan.
Those eyes were cold, as if they were waiting for a result, or as if they didn't care at all whether they would be selected or not.
Chen Fan's mind was racing.
Choosing Sun Wukong is the safest bet.
Once Monkey King unleashes his power, the true core energy can be unleashed directly. Neither the cataloger nor the principal debtor, both crippled bodies, may survive today.
Cool.
tough enough.
But there are also big problems.
The person observing the sutra has already sat up straight.
This shows that the guy above is really starting to get serious.
If the next step is to confront the contemplators head-on, brute force alone will not be enough.
Wukong can punch through walls.
But some things, you can't win by breaking them.
Tang Sanzang would also work.
He had barely written the fourth character when he nearly altered the entire Deletion Wheel. If he had been allowed to continue writing, he might have been able to elevate the situation to another level.
But Tang Sanzang's path is more like taking over a text.
Once you accept the assignment, you have to write it in sequence.
If you write in the same direction, you'll be watched.
Those who study scriptures probably love to see things written on paper.
That would be too proper.
It's too easy to fall for it.
Chen Fan shifted his gaze and it fell back on Zong Wu.
This guy was never the strongest from beginning to end.
But he has one thing that others don't.
He will ask.
He is neither a writer nor a table-breaker.
He's the kind of person who can spot loopholes in the rules and ask a question that leaves the other person speechless.
Now, when facing those who contemplate scriptures, the most valuable thing is not a fist, nor a pen.
It is the right to ask questions.
Chen Fan suddenly grinned.
"I choose him."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie was stunned.
"Who?"
"Zongwu".
The moment those three words landed, the entire space seemed to freeze for a beat.
Sun Wukong turned and stared at Chen Fan.
Are you sure?
"Sure."
"I can pierce through those two lumps of trash."
"I know."
"Even monks can continue writing."
"I know that too."
Chen Fan looked at him and spoke very quickly.
"Brother Monkey, now is not the time to see who can smash the most."
"If they keep smashing it, the spectators will only be happier."
"If Master accepts the true core, it's like handing over the initiative to paper. That guy in the chair loves looking at things on paper the most."
Tang Sanzang's eyes flashed, as if he had also figured it out.
"Are you planning to keep a knife, specifically to stab at problems?"
"It's not a knife."
Chen Fan stared at Zong Wu, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"It's the mouth."
Pigsy's lips twitched as he listened.
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
The cataloger seemed to understand, and his smile froze instantly.
The debtor, whose mouth was agape, suddenly screamed.
"No!"
"We can't give it to him!"
"He's always been on the fringes of the rules. If we really let him hold a grudge, he can question the higher-ups!"
"Chen Fan! You'll tear this hole open completely!"
"Isn't that perfect?"
Chen Fan looked at it and laughed even harder than it did.
"Whatever you're afraid of, that's what I'll choose."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed.
The palm print suddenly exploded with a ring of fine golden-red lines, heading straight for Zongwu.
In that instant, the cataloger pounced on them like a madman.
"Stop him!"
Its two arms stretched into thin strips of paper, wrapping around Chen Fan's neck.
The debtor's mangled body also crashed in, half of his body dragging a string of debt characters, trying to cut the connection ahead of time.
Sun Wukong was prepared.
The golden cudgel swept out horizontally.
boom!
With one blow, the cataloger's arms exploded into countless shredded pages.
The debtor fared even worse; he had only made halfway to pounce when Pigsy swung his rake back, knocking half his face crooked.
Pigsy was panting and cursing.
"I'm going to have my moment of glory today!"
Tang Sanzang did not write anything.
He simply lifted the scripture pages forward.
As the page was turned, the scattered light from all around seemed to slow down a bit.
It's this half-breath.
The fine gold and red thread had already landed in Zongwu's palm.
Zongwu looked down.
The hand that had been hidden in the sleeve was finally fully extended.
His hands are very steady.
There was originally only a faint black line in the palm lines.
But when I touched the eukaryote, my whole hand felt like it had been branded.
Nourishing.
The sound was very soft.
Immediately afterwards, a wheel-shaped pattern slowly emerged.
It's not round.
It's not a character either.
It was a hook, with a little bit hanging down below.
It looks like a very simple symbol.
Like the first question a person throws out before speaking.
"?"
In the stands, the afterimages of all the spectators were in disarray.
Some stood up, some stepped back, and some buried their heads as if they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.
The cataloger's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
"Asking about the seal..."
"The true kernel actually recognized the inquiring mark..."
The principal debtor's lips trembled.
"Impossible...impossible..."
"How could it recognize someone who only asks questions..."
Zong Wu raised his hand, looked at the question mark on his palm, and for the first time, his eyes showed emotion.
It's not a sign of joy.
It's more like finally getting the key you've always wanted.
Chen Fan felt a sense of relief.
It became.
System prompts kept popping up.
[Temporary co-holder confirmed: Zongwu]
[Shared Direction: Further Inquiry]
[Questions are open]
[Currently available objects for questioning: the cataloger's remains, the principal debtor's remains, and the projection of the observer]
[Warning: The deeper the problem, the stronger the backlash.]
Zhu Ganglie stared in disbelief.
"You can do that?"
Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, bared his teeth.
"Fine, if we can't hit the chair up there, prying my mouth open first won't hurt."
Tang Sanzang looked at Zongwu and slowly said, "You must be careful. Being able to ask doesn't necessarily mean you can handle the answers."
Zongwu nodded.
Then, for the first time, he took three steps forward on his own initiative.
Facing the cataloger.
The cataloger instinctively stepped back.
It took a step back before realizing it had lost its composure, and immediately let out a sharp, cold laugh.
"Just because you got a seal, you dare to act like a ghost?"
"Go ahead and ask."
"If you dare ask, I dare to shatter you right here."
Zongwu ignored his explanation.
He simply raised his hand, and the ridges on his palm glowed slightly.
"The first question."
As soon as these words were spoken, tiny cracks immediately appeared all around the space.
It's like the air was originally filled with many thin films, but now they've all been brought to the surface by a single sentence.
The cataloger's expression changed.
"shut up!"
Zongwu looked at it, his tone eerily flat.
"Why are you in such a hurry to take the main seat?"
The cataloger was ready to curse at the drop of a hat.
But as soon as it made a sound, the ink lines around its mouth suddenly retracted on their own.
It was as if something invisible had choked its words, forcing it to only answer.
"Because...because..."
Its eyes darted around, and its face twitched, as if it were struggling against some force.
The next second, the tattered scroll on its chest cracked open.
A line of small, blackened characters burst out from inside.
Catalogers do not have independent subject authority.
The entire room fell silent.
Zhu Ganglie burst out laughing.
"So you're not good enough at all!"
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up as well.
"That's an interesting way to ask the question."
The cataloger, however, looked as if he had been publicly skinned alive, his face contorted in disgust.
"Shut up! That's an old file! It's an old file!"
Zongwu didn't stop.
The creases in his palm spun even faster.
"The second question."
The debtor's mangled body trembled violently, as if he had already guessed what questions were coming his way, and he turned to crawl away.
Pigsy stepped on half of its body.
"What are you climbing for? It's your turn."
Zongwu lowered his head and looked at the principal debtor.
"You want to seize the throne, not to hold power."
"What do you want back?"
The debtor, who had been cursing the whole time, suddenly stopped.
The next instant, its entire mutilated body began to swell wildly.
It's like something is hidden inside, and it's determined to break free.
Don't ask that!
Don't ask that!
"Chen Fan, make him stop!"
Chen Fan stood still, arms crossed.
"continue."
boom!
The principal debtor's chest exploded, revealing a pile of rotten paper.
A tattered mark rolled out from inside.
Like a name torn to shreds.
After Tang Sanzang saw it clearly, his face immediately darkened.
That's not a debt mark.
"That's the primary stripping certificate."
Sun Wukong understood, and his eyes immediately turned fierce.
"Have you ever sat in the head seat before?"
The creditor, his mouth spitting out words that looked like black blood, roared hoarsely, "That was mine to begin with! Mine!"
"I was just kicked down!"
"I'm not stealing, I'm taking it back!"
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
Chen Fan's heart also jolted.
really.
This is not a simple matter of vying for a position.
There have been previous changes in the principal position here, and it was forcibly stripped away.
Zongwu's two questions directly tore open two layers of skin.
The cataloger is unfit.
The principal debtor is the former master.
What is that person sitting on the big chair high up, observing the scriptures?
Chen Fan looked up at the highest point.
On that empty chair, there was still only a blurry outline.
I can't see the face clearly.
I couldn't even see the hand clearly.
But this time, the outline was clearly no longer sluggish.
Like someone who was casually flipping through a book, finally putting the book down and taking a serious look at the audience.
Zongwu also looked up.
His palm was burning hot with light.
Chen Fan knew he wanted to ask more.
The real question is no longer about these two mutilated bodies.
It was that guy above who hadn't said anything serious all along.
The image of Sun Wukong seemed to sense this as well, and slowly raised his staff.
Tang Sanzang turned the pages of the sutra, his pen tip hovering in the air.
Pigsy swallowed hard and whispered, "This time, we're going to cause a huge upheaval."
Chen Fan stared at the high place, his breathing steady.
"Zongwu".
"ask."
Zong Wu raised his hand, and the question mark on his palm shone brightest.
Another layer of cracks appeared around the perimeter.
Even the Deletion Wheel emitted a screeching sound.
The cataloger turned pale and knelt down with a thud.
The principal debtor also seemed to have gone mad, struggling desperately.
"Don't ask him!"
"You'll die!"
Zongwu didn't look at them.
He stared at the largest empty chair and opened his mouth.
But before he could utter his first word, the figure that had been indistinct above finally spoke first.
The sound was very soft.
It felt like someone was turning a page in your ear.
"People who ask too many questions."
"They usually don't live long."
Chapter 204 Questioning the Observer
"People who ask too many questions."
"They usually don't live long."
As soon as the voice fell, the entire audience seemed to sag.
The cataloger lay on the ground, his shoulders shaking.
The principal debtor was even more outrageous, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, yelling madly at Zong Wu.
"Shut up!"
"You really want to find out? Do you even care about your life?!"
Zongwu tilted his head, as if he hadn't heard.
His face, which usually only showed sarcasm, was unusually cold at this moment.
The question mark on the palm spun faster and faster.
Golden-red fragments of light crawled up his wrist and all the way to his neck, as if something inside him had awakened.
Sun Wukong glanced at it and grinned.
"it is good."
"This crow is finally behaving somewhat properly today."
Pigsy couldn't help but take a half step back, muttering to himself.
"It looks decent, but it has a slightly eerie feel to it."
Tang Sanzang did not respond.
He kept staring at the largest empty chair on the high floor.
The blurry figure was still sitting, its outline as if seen through a sheet of paper, never quite clear.
At that moment, Chen Fan suddenly felt a heat in his palm.
The deletion process hasn't stopped.
Eukaryotic fragmentation hasn't stopped either.
A faint line appeared between Zongwu and the three fragments.
resonance.
It's even stronger than before.
Chen Fan's eyes flickered.
He got it.
Zongwu wasn't acting recklessly.
This guy really seized an opportunity to speak.
Zongwu took a step forward, and the stands beneath his feet trembled slightly.
"You just said that asking too many questions will kill you."
"Then I'll ask fewer questions."
He looked up and stared at the blurry figure.
"First question."
"Have you personally deployed the system?"
All around was quiet.
Even the principal creditor felt as if he were being choked, the rest of his howl stuck in his throat.
The figure high above did not answer.
The ring pattern on Zongwu's palm suddenly lit up.
hum.
Suddenly, a circle of tiny characters appeared around the stands.
Chen Fan glanced at it, his pupils shrinking slightly.
Those are not ordinary characters.
Those are the rules for the audience seating.
[Forced interrogation has commenced]
The party being questioned must respond directly.
[Silence, a Notice of Doubt]
The cataloger looked up abruptly, his face turning completely pale.
"How is that possible..."
"The true core resonance can actually bring out the rules of the game..."
The creditor looked as if he had seen a ghost, his lips trembling.
"Co-holder...you actually became a co-holder..."
Sun Wukong slammed his staff into the ground, his smile growing even wider.
"Answer it."
"Aren't you the best at watching a show?"
"It's your turn, stop pretending to be mute."
The blurry figure finally moved.
The sound was still soft and flat.
"System, not deployment."
"It is a natural manifestation."
Zongwu simply sneered.
"fart."
"I asked if you personally threw it in."
"Your answer is nonsense."
"Yes or no?"
The small print around the stands flashed again.
[Answer deviated]
[A Question]
Snapped.
It's like someone stamped a mark in an empty space.
A gray stain actually appeared on the edge of the empty chair high up.
The audience erupted in cheers.
The shadows of those who had been motionless all swayed.
"Did you write it down?"
"I've really remembered that!"
"Isn't he the arbitrator? How can the rules be applied to him?"
"Unless... unless Zongwu's question is qualified enough."
The cataloger, his forehead covered in sweat, knelt and backed away.
He looked at the figure on the high chair, and for the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.
The figure remained silent for two breaths.
Finally, he uttered two words.
"Submitted."
As those two words fell, the entire stands seemed to have been struck by a hammer.
Pigsy's mouth was wide open.
"Did he really do it?"
Tang Sanzang gripped the prayer beads tightly, and the veins on his hands bulged out.
Sun Wukong's smile vanished instantly, replaced by coldness in his eyes.
"it is good."
"Old Sun will remember this."
Chen Fan was also shocked.
system.
There really were people who voted.
It was not created by heaven and earth on its own.
It wasn't some kind of stroke of luck.
It was man-made.
Moreover, this bastard in front of me admitted it himself.
Before the others could process what was happening, Zongwu raised his hand and asked the second question.
"Second question."
Have you ever made anchor points?
The figure high above seemed to be prepared and immediately spoke.
"Anchors arise from the world's self-stability."
Zongwu pressed forward directly.
"Yes or no?"
I won't go into details about that figure.
The rules of the seat were clear again.
The party being questioned remained silent.
[A Question]
Snapped.
A second gray mark appeared.
This time, even the principal debtor couldn't hold back anymore and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Cannot be memorized!"
"He cannot be suspected!"
"If he's disqualified, the entire audience will be thrown into chaos!"
No one cares about him.
Because everyone's eyes were fixed on that tall chair.
Two gray marks.
Very dazzling.
Like two solid slaps to the face.
Zong Wu grinned, but his eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
"I'll answer for you."
"You did it."
"And more than once."
"Use living people as nails to anchor the world line. If anyone deviates, you fix them. If you can't fix them back, you replace them."
Am I right?
The mist surrounding that figure visibly trembled.
This time, it couldn't go around anymore.
"It has been manufactured."
"To maintain stability."
The audience erupted in uproar as soon as he finished speaking.
"He really did it!"
"The anchor point is really man-made!"
"Then weren't all the corrections we saw before just natural regressions?"
"All hand-mixed?"
The cataloger's legs went weak from hearing this, and he collapsed to the ground.
It's like something he believed in his whole life suddenly cracked.
Chen Fan paid no attention to the screams of the crowd.
Just as the words "manufactured" were uttered, the Delete Wheel suddenly spun around.
A very faint black shadow peeled down from the direction of the high chair.
Like a piece of broken skin with permissions.
Only he saw it.
Without a second thought, Chen Fan clenched his five fingers.
Grasp!
The moment the dark shadow was touched, the system interface exploded.
[Permission restrictions detected]
[Reading...]
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Chen Fan's vision blurred as a massive amount of images were crammed into his view.
Page after page of observation records.
A row of lists of recipients.
One world number after another.
And the most glaring six words are: observation, non-intervention.
The next instant, those six words suddenly cracked open.
Another line of hidden annotations is revealed below.
[Targeted corrections can be made after the observation period ends]
Chen Fan paused, his breath catching in his throat.
Correction?
This is hardly a case of non-intervention.
This is clearly observing first and then taking action.
Keep the ones that look good to you.
Change anything you don't like.
If you can't change it, delete it.
His eyes turned cold as he looked up at the tall chair.
"You bastard."
"She's really stubborn."
Zongwu continued to press forward, his voice growing louder and louder.
"The third question."
Have you ever deleted a failed world?
Upon hearing this, the creditor seemed to go completely mad, frantically banging his head against the ground.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Don't ask!
"You can't ask that!"
"If you ask that, the audience will really know how to turn things upside down!"
The cataloger also screamed.
"Stop! Zongwu! Stop!"
Zongwu didn't even glance at them.
He only stared at the high chair.
"answer."
That figure remained silent for even longer this time.
The rules and regulations text throughout the entire audience area were lit up.
Round and round.
more and more.
A positive response is required.
A positive response is required.
A positive response is required.
The image of that figure tried to suppress these words.
The more you press down on the character "可", the more characters you'll find.
Finally, even the railings of the stands appeared.
Sun Wukong burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?"
"Weren't you just putting on a good show?"
"Continue."
Pigsy got excited too, put his hands on his hips and shouted.
"Hey old man, stop playing tricks."
Tang Sanzang's voice wasn't loud, but he delivered the final blow.
"Monks do not lie."
"If you dare not answer, this humble monk will read out your charges for you."
The figure finally spoke.
The voice took on a harsh tone for the first time.
"A world that fails has no right to exist."
Zongwu stepped forward.
"Have you deleted it?"
Another silence fell.
The rules and regulations weigh heavily on him.
The outline of the third gray mark has already emerged around the high chair.
The figure was cornered.
"Deleted."
boom!
That one sentence completely blew the audience away.
The shadows of all the onlookers in the audience rippled.
Someone screamed.
Some people retreated.
Some people looked at that tall chair as if it were a monster.
"It really was deleted!"
"No wonder so many records were blank pages!"
"It's not that it didn't exist, it was deleted!"
"And those failed cases we looked at..."
"It's all gone!"
The principal debtor collapsed to the ground, as if his bones had been removed.
The cataloger stared blankly, repeating himself over and over.
"It's over... it's over..."
The shadow of authority in Chen Fan's palm was still flickering.
More things emerged.
He saw a row of cold numbers.
37. Delete.
C91, deleted.
Xuan Wu Er, delete.
Each number is followed by the same judgment.
[Deviates from expected observations, of no value to retain]
Chen Fan's jaw clenched.
He had always suspected these guys were dirty.
I never imagined it could be this dirty.
In their eyes, the world is not a collection of living beings, not a living person.
It's just a piece of paper.
If it's written badly, tear it up.
Finally, a heavier thud came from the largest empty chair at the top.
thump.
This sound didn't seem to come from the blurry figure itself.
It's more like another hand.
A hand at a higher position.
The next second, the audience member in the first row who had been silent slowly stood up.
The entire room fell silent.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
First audience.
One of the true first-row principal seats.
The man held a short mallet in his hand and tapped it lightly on the railing.
thump.
The sound wasn't loud.
The entire audience fell silent instantly.
Even the text of the rules paused for a moment.
The person did not show their face, but spoke softly.
"The testimony is questionable."
"Three consecutive doubts have been confirmed."
"Those who observe the scriptures have temporarily lost some of their judging qualifications."
Snapped.
On the largest empty chair at the top, three gray marks lit up simultaneously.
Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent nameplate was forcibly peeled off the back of the chair.
It fell down.
The principal debtor turned pale with shock.
"Cut off the deck..."
"His name tag fell off..."
The cataloger scrambled backward as fast as he could.
It's as if they're afraid of being implicated.
Sun Wukong slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"good!"
"That's fucking great!"
"After all that pretense, it turns out you can still get shot down!"
Pigsy also joined in the shouting.
"Give him another bang, smash his rice bowl to pieces!"
Tang Sanzang lowered his head and turned the prayer beads, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
Zongwu stood still, his chest heaving violently.
The question mark on his palm had become so bright it was almost white.
This whole thing really came about because of the question he asked.
This isn't a complaint.
This is not a joke.
They literally knocked a chunk of power off the guy on the high chair.
Chen Fan looked at him and was convinced.
That crow really pulled off a big heist today.
But the atmosphere suddenly changed the next moment.
The fog around the blurry figure high above suddenly exploded.
An oppressive atmosphere, so strong it was hard to breathe, instantly filled the entire venue.
The principal debtor and the cataloger were completely overwhelmed.
Zhu Ganglie grunted, his knees buckling.
Tang Sanzang's face turned pale, and one of his prayer beads broke off.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally, and the stone beneath his feet cracked open.
The voice of that figure was no longer calm.
"very good."
"You are very good."
"Use the rules of the table to oppress me."
"They're using interrogation to pressure me."
"You really think you can trample on my head just by peeling off half a sign?"
It slowly stood up.
This time, the outline is no longer blurry.
It felt like a layer of cloth had been torn open.
That's not one person.
It resembles an upright scroll, with hands, feet, and a face growing from its edges.
It has no facial features, only a single vertical eye.
The moment that eye opened, the entire stands began to shake.
Zongwu's mouth was bleeding, but the blood still hadn't subsided.
"What?"
"Can't I ask?"
The one who observes the sutra takes a step down.
The entire audience simultaneously emitted a clicking sound.
Like some kind of lock, it has been opened.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, his expression changed instantly.
The shadows of the rows of onlookers who had filled the surrounding area were rapidly solidifying.
The robe now has patterns.
They now had weapons.
Eyes began to emerge from the empty face.
One, two, ten, a hundred.
They all stood up.
The first audience member did not strike the gavel again.
It's like tacitly agreeing to something.
The observer's vertical eye swept coldly across the room, his voice dominating the entire seating area.
"Observers, form ranks."
"Take them down."
The row of spectators closest to Chen Fan had already stepped down from the edge of the stands, carrying long spears.