The Divine Foresight Department.
March sprinted all the way, rushing to Qingzhu's front.
"Huff, huff, huff~"
Seeing her breathless, Qingzhu quickly stepped forward to support her, "What happened? Did something unexpected occur?"
Stelle didn't say much, directly handing her the jade message Phainon had given her.
"This… inside, there's… something very important."
Qingzhu took the jade message, her expression solemn, and she called out to a nearby attendant.
"Someone, bring tea for our esteemed guest!"
With that, she quickly walked to a control panel and carefully inserted the jade message.
The light screen lit up, and a massive data stream poured down like a waterfall.
Before long, Stelle finally caught her breath, picked up the tea the attendant brought, and drained it in one gulp, smacking her lips.
"Hmm? Couldn't taste anything, another cup!"
Just then, Qingzhu hurried back, her face showing an uncontrollable mix of excitement and shock.
"Where did you get this map?!"
"If all of this is true! By the Emperor's Bow, you truly are a lucky general for the Luofu!"
Stelle waved her hand, her expression more serious than ever: "This isn't my credit, it's all my partner's doing."
Then, Stelle recounted the entire undercover operation to Qingzhu, from beginning to end.
Qingzhu was utterly speechless after listening.
After a long while, she finally squeezed out a sentence from her throat, her eyes filled with extreme complexity.
"The Astral Express… truly is full of hidden talents."
"That black-robed swordsman you mentioned, alone, not only destroyed the The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus stronghold, covered your retreat, but also… also obtained this 'map' that could overturn the Luofu's war situation?"
Qingzhu's gaze suddenly turned sharp.
"I'm not doubting."
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"I just… can't imagine."
"The value of this intelligence can no longer be measured by any reward. I must report it to the General immediately!"
Stelle frowned, suddenly realizing.
What Phainon did, might be far more than just one earth-shattering event.
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Scalegorge Waterscape, Xuan Root of the Ambrosial Arbor.
The damp air was filled with a scent of fanatical faith.
Countless The Disciples of Sanctus Medicusbelievers gathered here, their expressions fervent, kneeling before the section of the Jianmu root that had painstakingly emerged from the Ancient Sea of Buoyue.
Some exuded an unusual vitality, having already attained the so-called "immortality."
Others had bloodshot eyes, violent auras, their Dantian uncontrollably swelling, and branches and leaves already growing from their bodies.
But without exception, they all harbored a pathological obsession with the power of Abundance.
"The Jianmu Tree is suppressed by the power of Immortality! As long as we separate the waters of the Ancient Sea of Buoyue and use the power of the Stellaron, a miracle will surely reappear!"
"Stop talking! Hurry up and act! While you're talking, the Jianmu Tree would have already sprouted!"
All the believers devoutly knelt on the ground, uttering synchronized prayers.
"Yao Wang's compassion, Jianmu Tree's growth. Planters united, ascend to bliss."
Phainon stood quietly in the shadows, like a lifeless statue.
Beside him was a special box personally handed to him by Dan Shu, containing the core of this operation—the Stellaron.
He watched as those believers, using some secret method, truly pushed aside the heavy seawater, exposing more ferocious roots to the air.
Although this method was crude, far inferior to the power of the Imbibitor Lunae's ability to part the sea, it was indeed effective.
Phainon suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of a nearby person in charge.
"If the ritual is interrupted midway, will this displaced seawater flow back?"
The believer, in a state of excitement, immediately replied respectfully.
"Reddish brown, boss! Rest assured! Absolutely impossible!"
He excitedly answered: "We are guiding the Jianmu Tree's own power to resist the seal of Immortality, this process… is irreversible!"
"Oh."
Phainon's voice betrayed no emotion.
"Then I'm relieved."
"That's right! You can be completely at ease!"
The believer's expression gradually turned deranged, and he spread his arms as if to embrace the entire world.
"Jianmu Tree! After thousands of years, it is finally going to display their miracle to the world again! By then, we will surely evolve all the Xianzhou citizens!"
"We will become the most perfect individuals in the universe! Never again will we be deceived by the Fiend Bow's Ancestor!"
His voice grew increasingly high-pitched, filled with a power that could bewitch hearts.
"In the future, when outsiders from the universe come seeking medicine, we will, like compassionate physicians, bestow immortality upon everyone! Physicians are never stingy with their miracles!"
"By then, there will be no more death in the universe! No more heavenly flaws!"
Phainon listened quietly.
Listening to this grand aspiration originating from "Abundance."
Without death, one would not know the weight of life.
Without an end, it would be like a locust plague, devouring the entire universe.
What a world without death!
"I finally understand why The Hunt wants to pursue and kill you."
Phainon's laughter was soft, yet it caused the believer's fanaticism to abruptly halt.
"Cough cough… Reddish brown, boss, you shouldn't say such things."
Beneath Phainon's mask, his ice-blue pupils scanned every fanatic present.
"Then I'll say something you'll like to hear."
His voice suddenly softened, yet carried a hint of eeriness.
"Everyone, your mission is complete."
"However, the journey here was arduous."
"You won't have to suffer that burden on the way back."
As his voice fell.
The Dawnbreaker silently materialized in his palm.
Behind him, four identical phantoms appeared.
"You… what do you mean?"
A planter, already fallen into Mara, instinctively felt a bone-chilling killing intent, his voice trembling.
Phainon's reply sealed the fate of everyone.
"You all, deserve to die…"
"Hehehehehe…"
The next moment.
No warning, no sign.
The black sword edge tore through the air.
The planter standing before him, his face still not fully displaying their astonishment, was silently split in half from the middle.
The power of Abundance, which they revered as a miracle, along with their flesh and blood, was instantly evaporated in the face of pure destruction.
Clean and swift.
Slaughter, was not even enough to describe this one-sided destruction.
Phainon stepped forward, one step at a time.
The four phantoms behind him swung their swords in unison.
Where the sword edge passed, sound and life were incinerated together.
Nerves were burned away before they could transmit pain.
Every swing of the Dawnbreaker brought forth a scorching wave of destruction.
The fanatics, along with their faith and the power of Abundance within them, which they revered as a miracle, were all evaporated, burned to ashes, and completely reduced to charcoal and dust.
"Ah!!!"
When the last desperate whimper was swallowed by the deadly silence.
At the Xuan Root of the Ambrosial Arbor, only Phainon remained.
He casually flicked his hand, shaking off blood from the sword edge, and the black sword dissipated into specks of light.
Phainon picked up the special box containing the Stellaron, took out his phone, and snapped a photo of the "cleaned" ritual site.
He clicked on a contact named "Tingyun" and sent the photo.
Then, he waited quietly.
A moment later, his phone screen lit up.
A new message popped up.
Sender: Tingyun.
"This humble one understands, and will not make benefactor wait too long."