Chapter Ninety-Three: A Miniature Nuclear Blast, Drained in a Single Breath
The miniature divine core had been crushed.
That crisp crackling shatter rang out across the entire rooftop of the hospital.
Clear, sharp, almost strangely pleasant to the ear.
Like fragile glass being gently pinched to pieces.
From a distance, Zhang Changlin stood there in a daze.
What was going on?
A miniature divine core... could actually break?
Wasn't it supposed to be something condensed from dream spirits, something of the mental realm?
To be seized in reality by Du Fang was one thing; to be crushed as well...
If it was this brittle, then what was the point of taking it out and showing it off?
But Zhang Changlin quickly came to his senses. There was no way that miniature divine core could be fake, because the dream-spirit energy flooding the air was real enough.
That oppressive pressure even made Zhang Changlin feel slightly short of breath.
Which meant...
Du Fang had really crushed the miniature divine core?
"Damn it!"
"Little Du... what the hell kind of monster is he? A monster among monsters!"
Zhang Changlin truly felt his whole worldview being overturned.
He had never imagined Du Fang had hidden himself this deeply. During their training bouts before, Zhang Changlin had assumed Du Fang had already used up all his cards.
Now it seemed...
During special training, Zhang Changlin had merely been beaten black and blue because Du Fang had shown him mercy!
That blood-red coat.
That fallen god manifested in reality.
And now this casually effortless strength that crushed a miniature divine core...
All of it was saying the same thing:
If Du Fang had wanted to squeeze the life out of Zhang Changlin back then, it would not have been any harder than crushing this miniature divine core now.
"Broken?"
Du Fang, with silver hair and golden eyes, shone with a blinding brilliance, and within that radiance there even flickered a trace of regret.
"Fake."
The silver-haired Du Fang murmured.
His tone was full of disappointment.
And beneath it all was the loss of having abandoned perfectly good sleep, of making such a grand show of force only to come away empty-handed.
The will within the white jade mask was almost warped beyond recognition.
Though it was only a wisp of will, it was still stunned beyond measure.
What kind of monster was this?
A miniature divine core, crushed?
Impossible!
How could a divine core break?
It was a miniature divine core extracted and refined through the power of a god!
It was not a true divine core, but it did possess the power of a true god...
"Why?"
The will within the white jade mask was filled with bewilderment and confusion.
What had Du Fang done to the divine core?
"It's you... There's something wrong with you!"
The will within the white jade mask stared at Du Fang, the eyes of the white mask seeming ready to spit fire.
"But... you crushed the miniature divine core, and the power it releases... will soon sweep across the whole city."
"Every one of the millions of lives in Jinling City will fall into dead silence overnight!"
"The culprit... is you!"
The will inside the white jade mask snapped back to itself and screamed madly.
He knew exactly what would happen after the miniature divine core was crushed.
The dream-spirit power hidden within it would erupt without reservation, together with that sliver of divine power mixed inside!
The will of everyone in Jinling City would be erased in a single night!
BOOM!!!!!
As those words fell, the miniature divine core before the silver-haired Du Fang began to thunder.
From the shattered hexagonal crystal, surging dream-spirit energy streamed out, bit by bit...
A dazzling pillar of white light, formed entirely from dream-spirit energy, burst forth in an instant, rising like a column that pierced the heavens and smashed through the sky of clouds.
It seemed to illuminate the entire city of Jinling!
The black veil shattered, and the clouds were pierced through!
One wave after another of violent energy spread outward, rippling through the entire city of Jinling!
The will within the white jade mask laughed wildly.
"Broken, then broken! Feel the terror of being dominated by divine power! That is the wrath of a true god! The fate of blasphemy!"
He stared at the white pillar of light and laughed without end.
His laughter echoed across the hospital rooftop.
...
...
In the skyscraper opposite the hospital, the driver Old Chang abandoned his entanglement and instantly retreated several steps, putting distance between himself and Lin Liuli.
Clutching her flame longbow, Lin Liuli turned toward the hospital and at a glance saw the white pillar of light piercing the firmament.
Her expression changed drastically.
"This is... the miniature divine core has been detonated!"
"Has Blue Dragon gone this insane? Is he planning to drag the whole city down with him, burying Jinling City's millions of lives together with him?"
Lin Liuli's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
At this very moment, her disappointment in the Divine Core Organization reached its peak.
So this was the so-called peace?
A peace built on cores...
What kind of peace was that?
Lin Liuli was utterly disappointed in the organization.
But her heart grew even more worried for Du Fang's safety.
Because she understood that once a miniature divine core detonated, its power...
Barring a few Dreamwalkers whose dream-spirit strength approached the level of city-crossing, practically no one in the entire city of Jinling would survive.
The driver Old Chang no longer tried to stop Lin Liuli.
Because he knew it was pointless now. Turning his head toward the hospital, he sighed. "The miniature divine core has been detonated... Just as the master said, that place was too dangerous."
...
...
The concrete road was covered in ravines, pitted and broken.
Two figures stood on opposite sides.
Black Dragon King wore a top hat and a tailcoat, looking elegantly toward the distant hospital, watching the beam of light erupt from the rooftop.
"The power of the miniature divine core is being released... Blue Dragon seems to have failed."
Black Dragon King sighed.
And with that sigh came a hint of relief.
Relief that he had been wise enough not to believe that suppressive potion and join the hunt.
"Too terrifying..."
Black Dragon King shook his head and muttered.
Across from him stood Tang Nai, the president of the Jinling City Dreamwalker Association, drenched through by rain. He shot Black Dragon King a hard look, then turned with a face even uglier than before toward the hospital rooftop in the distance.
Watching that white pillar of light pierce the sky,
it was like seeing a terrifying beast awaken, tightening even the heart itself.
"The divine core!"
Tang Nai tightened his grip on the sword hilt in his hand, his entire body filled with murderous fury. A low roar rose from his throat.
He was soaked by the rain.
At this moment, even his heart was trembling.
As the president of the Jinling City Dreamwalker Association, he naturally knew what would happen once a miniature divine core detonated.
It would be the equivalent of a nuclear bomb at the level of the mind.
The entire city of Jinling would likely become a dead city in an instant!
"The Divine Core Organization... how dare they!"
"Has the Dreamwalker Association's years of leniency made organizations like yours... even more reckless?"
Blood slowly filled Tang Nai's eyes.
He leaned on his sword.
He knew it was too late.
Even if he reached the hospital rooftop, there was nothing he could do to suppress an erupting miniature divine core.
All he could do was watch helplessly as the entire city of Jinling, under the dream-spirit radiation of the divine core...
Fell into silence!
Tang Nai staggered back several steps and sat down hard on the ground.
He stared at that beam of light in the distance, that beam which kept growing thicker, until at last it would become a mushroom cloud covering the whole city.
Black Dragon King no longer made a move either. He simply watched in silence.
As if admiring a masterpiece of breathtaking beauty.
...
...
The will within the white jade mask laughed wildly.
Though Blue Dragon had died,
he had dragged an entire city to accompany him in death.
In that sense, Blue Dragon had died well enough!
Still, even the will within the white jade mask felt a little pained. After all, the loss of a miniature divine core this time would be enough to hurt the Divine Core Organization for quite a while.
A miniature divine core was not the same as the will of a fallen god.
The birth of a miniature divine core was far too difficult.
"But today, with this miniature divine core that will annihilate a city, I shall let the whole world... feel pain!"
"World peace shall be forged by divine cores!"
The phantom of the white jade mask spread its arms wide and laughed in madness.
Rumble!
The air itself began to burn.
The rainwater on the ground was instantly evaporated by the scorching force.
A mighty dream-spirit ripple, storm-like in power, surged and swept in all directions!
Zhang Changlin's face was mournful.
It was over.
But very soon, Zhang Changlin froze.
Because he noticed that Du Fang, at the very center of the divine core's explosion, had his red trench coat whipping about him, while his silver hair flowed like a breeze, somehow appearing relaxed and expectant.
He looked like a diner waiting eagerly for a long-anticipated feast.
Zhang Changlin turned to look at Luo Luo and Little Pig Qiqi in the distance.
Yet Luo Luo and Little Pig Qiqi showed not the slightest sign of worry. On the contrary, both of them had grins on their faces, with saliva even dripping from the corners of their mouths.
That expression.
That emotion...
It looked nothing like concern over a divine core explosion.
The agitation in Zhang Changlin's heart seemed to quiet at that moment as well.
Perhaps there was still a way out after all?
In truth, there was indeed still a way out.
The silver-haired Du Fang stared at the rich dream-spirit energy flowing from the shattered hexagonal crystal.
A faint grin spread across his face.
He had accidentally crushed it, but since it had been crushed,
then there was no need to waste it.
Du Fang felt the white pillar of light growing stronger and stronger.
Within the white pillar, a phantom of an Azure Dragon kept swelling larger and larger, as if it were about to blot out the sky.
BOOM!!!
The dream-spirit energy formed ripples, spreading outward in ring after ring,
like waves striking the reef again and again.
Suddenly,
the silver-haired Du Fang brought his nose close to the white pillar of light.
His entire face sank into the beam.
The white pillar of light seemed as if half of it had been intercepted.
He took a fierce, deep inhale!
The white pillar of light began to sway and shake, as though frightened.
Like a fawn lost in the wilderness, meeting a lion.
Like a giant whale drawing in the waters of a stream.
The Azure Dragon phantom roared as it crumbled little by little.
And the white pillar of light
turned into two wisps of white smoke.
Silver hair like a spread galaxy, the silver-haired Du Fang lifted his head and drew in a deep breath.
Hiss!
The Azure Dragon phantom screamed. A powerful will trembled within the white smoke, and together they surged in one final burst into Du Fang's nostrils.
It brought the silver-haired Du Fang at this moment the utmost pleasure.
Like an old laborer who had worked all day, lying on his bed and taking a long drag from a dry tobacco pipe.
The white pillar of light began to fade.
It had originally been meant to become a mushroom cloud that would stun the entire night.
But in the end, it seemed to have gone utterly limp,
and vanished bit by bit.
A crisis that should have wiped out the city of Jinling,
was gone.
When the final wisp of white dream-spirit energy was absorbed by the silver-haired Du Fang,
Du Fang opened his mouth and slowly exhaled.
He smacked his lips and licked them.
His eyes narrowed to slits, with golden pupils faintly visible within.
Then his body gave a slight shudder.
One word:
satisfying.
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