owlsbooks Chapter 123 Fake Nuclear Power, Real Use
Chapter 123 Fake Nuclear Power, Real Use
The sound of chains snapping rang out, and everyone in the back warehouse tensed up.
Yang Jian first brandished his sword.
The Bull Demon King grabbed Red Boy and pulled him back half a step.
The Jade Emperor's gaze also darkened.
This place is the deepest part of the Heavenly Court's inner treasury. The fighting is still going on outside, and this incident has just happened inside. Everyone knows something is wrong.
Chen Fan, however, did not back down.
He stared at the broken kernel in his palm.
The ray of red light still clung to the core wall, and the two characters seemed to be alive, slowly swimming around.
Chen Fan.
It's like someone has engraved their name in advance, just waiting for him to come and touch it.
"Playing tricks."
Sun Wukong arrived at his side in one step, raising his golden cudgel by half an inch.
"Smash it?"
"Wait."
Chen Fan held the broken kernel in his hand, flipped his fingertips, and tucked it into his palm.
In that instant, a series of prompts exploded in his mind.
[Fake Core Detected]
[Number: Tianku-4]
[Purpose: High-risk trapping]
[Note: Used to catch those who illegally delete content or catalog without authorization]
[The underlying log has become loose. Read it now?]
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
It was indeed a fake core.
But this thing isn't useless.
This thing is a hook specially left by the Heavenly Court.
Anyone who dares to secretly delete boundaries or tamper with cataloging permissions will fall into the trap.
Seeing his expression change, the Jade Emperor immediately asked, "What did you see?"
Chen Fan looked up and grinned.
"nice one."
"This is not about abolishing nuclear power."
"This is a fishhook."
Upon hearing this, both the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian's expressions changed.
The Bull Demon King didn't understand at first and immediately yelled, "Don't keep me in suspense, what kind of fishhook?"
Chen Fan held up the crushed kernel.
The red light inside the core was still moving.
"The Heavenly Court knew all along that someone would try to steal the core, and that someone would try to erase the realm."
"The first three are fakes, just used to save face."
"This one is different."
"This is the real tool inside the fake core."
"Whoever touches it leaves a mark."
The Jade Emperor stared at the broken core, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
"I had no idea that such things existed in the imperial treasury."
Chen Fan glanced at him.
"It's normal that you don't know."
"Those who know this have even lower levels of access than you."
The Jade Emperor's face darkened immediately.
The surrounding generals felt their scalps tingle from listening.
Even lower than the Jade Emperor?
Normally, anyone who dares to say this would have their head chopped off.
But now no one dares to refute it.
Because the broken kernel in Chen Fan's hand was indeed incorrect.
Yang Jian stepped forward: "Read the log."
"quick."
Chen Fan didn't waste any words and directly pushed it up with administrator privileges.
The next moment, the red light inside the shattered core contracted.
A series of fragmented words popped up in front of his eyes.
It's not a light screen.
It's more like a page torn from an old ledger.
The writing is messy and there are burn marks.
But Chen Fan understood the key points in those few sentences.
—The West borrowed nuclear weapons once.
—Purpose: To rewrite the travel guide for the journey to the west.
—Borrower: Internal Treasury Officer…
The words at the end are blurred.
Next, continue.
—Additional condition: It shall be carried by the Buddha himself and shall not be brought into the outer tent.
—Return record: blank.
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
really.
The Buddha did indeed borrow a core from the Heavenly Court back then.
It wasn't robbery or theft, it was borrowing.
Moreover, it was never returned after being lent out.
The Bull Demon King stared wide-eyed: "Borrow nuclear energy? Use this thing to rewrite the travel guide for the journey to the West? What do you mean?"
Tang Sanzang was right next to him, and when he heard the words "Journey to the West Guide", his Adam's apple bobbed.
The more he learned these days, the uglier his face became.
Now, this face isn't just ugly, it's pale.
"This humble monk... no, was the introduction to my path back then truly fabricated?"
Chen Fan sneered.
What do you think?
"Did fate ordain you to journey west?"
"fart."
"Someone took nuclear weapons, changed the course, and tricked you into following a script."
Tang Sanzang stood there, silent for a long time.
Sun Wukong laughed first, but his laughter was full of anger.
"OK."
"When Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he couldn't uncover their true nature."
"Now that we've searched, we've uncovered a whole nest of ghosts."
The Jade Emperor's fist was already clenched.
"Who is the Inner Treasury Officer?"
Chen Fan shook his head.
"The log is incomplete and cannot be viewed."
"But one thing is certain."
"When the Buddha borrowed the nuclear treasure, it was not a spur-of-the-moment decision."
"Someone opened the door for him."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of chains coming closer from the depths of the back warehouse.
drag.
drag.
drag.
It looks like something is tied to it, and it's crawling this way.
Red Boy's hair stood on end, and he raised his Fire-Tipped Spear: "Is there something else locked up in the back?"
The Jade Emperor's expression stiffened even more.
"In the deepest part of the rear archives, I have only sealed old files and broken devices."
Chen Fan replied directly, "That's right."
"Anything that can drag chains is probably not a real thing; it's just the shell left after the gatekeeping system broke down."
The Bull Demon King couldn't understand the program shell, but he knew it wasn't a good thing, so he cursed.
Chen Fan ignored the sound of chains behind him.
What he's targeting now is this fake core.
False nucleus.
For trapping.
The log of the Buddha borrowing the kernel was also hung at its bottom.
This means that this thing has been waiting for someone.
Who are we waiting for?
Wait until someone has encountered the true core.
Those who are close to having the right to catalog.
Someone like him who can arbitrarily change the plot.
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
The Jade Emperor was so amused by their laughter that he got chills.
"What are you planning to do now?"
"Waste utilization".
Chen Fan tossed the broken core in his hand.
"They're using fake nuclear products to lure people in."
"Then I'll use it to fish them out."
Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood.
"You want to disguise it as a eukaryote?"
"right."
As soon as those two words were uttered, even Sun Wukong turned his head to glance at him.
"Can it work?"
"It wouldn't have worked originally."
"Okay now."
As Chen Fan spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it to his brow.
The sutra seal, visible only to those with high-level access, lit up.
He had just consumed several core permission fragments, and with the war in Lingxiao Palace, the system had swallowed a lot of return value.
What we have in abundance now is courage.
[Should I use an administrator's fake signature?]
[Current available attempts: 1]
Chen Fan immediately chose "yes" in his mind.
The next moment, a thin golden thread emerged from his fingertip, like a needle, and pierced the surface of the crushed core.
The originally gray and cold core shell suddenly trembled.
The red light inside seemed to be startled awake, darting back and forth erratically.
The Jade Emperor's eyelids twitched as he read this.
"Are you modifying its signal?"
"Um."
"Give it a skin."
Chen Fan tapped his fingers repeatedly.
Seven fine lines were pressed on in a row.
The gray surface of the pseudonucleus began to peel off, slowly revealing a darker color.
It is not entirely like a eukaryote.
But the aura was different now.
It's like a breath of life being forced into an inanimate object.
Even the Bull Demon King was dumbfounded: "You can actually paint fake goods gold?!"
"It's not gold paint."
Chen Fan didn't even look up.
"It's a eukaryotic signal."
"High-level access recognizes things not only by their outer shell, but also by their echo."
"I'll give it a fake echo now."
Yang Jian's breathing became heavier after hearing this.
That's incredibly shady.
If we were to actually deceive them, it would be like using bait to lure the old monsters from the Buddhist sect.
But the next moment, Chen Fan frowned.
"not enough."
"There's one last divination slip to ask."
"Without a verification mark, high-level access would be immediately detected."
To put it simply, it has the outer shell and the essence.
However, once the other party initiates verification, it is still found to be fake.
Just as Chen Fan finished speaking, a thin hand reached out from the side.
Zongwu.
This old man has been hiding in the background, acting as a tool, but now he's finally showing his face.
His eyes were dark-rimmed, and his beard was disheveled, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of papers.
"I'll finish this."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback: "You can do this too?"
Zongwu rolled his eyes.
"Back in the day, I was in the approval and authorization department."
"A question is asked, and a question is answered."
"I'm a professional at lying."
Chen Fan was immediately delighted.
"That's what I've been waiting to hear."
Without saying a word, Zong Wu bit his fingertip and drew an old mark on his palm.
The seal was small, resembling a broken question mark, but with a dark gold character embedded in the center.
He slammed the crushed core down with a loud crack.
"Question seal, open."
hum!
The fake core jolted violently.
Several thin cracks appeared on the surface of the gray shell.
The red light in the crack was no longer there.
Instead, it was a touch of pale gold.
It looks so real.
At least those present, including the Jade Emperor, felt a heavy weight in their hearts.
The Jade Emperor stared at it for a long time before uttering, "If I hadn't seen it made with my own eyes, I would have thought it was real."
Zong Wu wiped the blood from his nose and grinned.
"We can only hold out for a little while."
"If someone with high-level privileges asks three times in a row, they'll definitely be exposed."
That's enough.
Chen Fan gripped the fake core tightly, his eyes gleaming.
"What I want is for it to admit its mistake at first glance."
"It's worth it as long as it turns back."
Sun Wukong hoisted the staff onto his shoulder, already understanding what he was about to do.
"You want to bring back the image of the Tathagata?"
"more than."
Chen Fan said in a low voice, "It would be best if Faxiang could come."
"Even if they can't come, the cataloging rights will still be affected."
"Whoever is watching the nuclear reactor from behind has to take a look."
"This one glance is the door."
Tang Sanzang felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.
He now truly understands.
Chen Fan's most ruthless trait isn't his fighting ability.
He'd even dare to put a broken piece of string around Buddha's neck.
The Jade Emperor stared at him, then suddenly asked, "How confident are you?"
Chen Fan smiled.
"Zero percent".
"This wasn't a gamble."
"It's a gamble that they won't be able to resist."
Upon hearing this, even Yang Jian twitched the corner of his mouth.
indeed.
If the Buddhist sect had truly lost nuclear weapons and truly understood their importance, they would never feign death if a genuine nuclear signal suddenly appeared in the warehouse.
I feel uncomfortable if I don't watch it.
One look and you're hooked.
Chen Fan immediately took action.
He found a broken platform in the middle of the back warehouse and slapped the fake core onto it.
With another swipe of his hand, he used his administrator privileges to bring up a thin layer of seal.
This seal is not a seal.
Just for show.
From a distance, it looks as if someone hastily hid the eukaryotes here and hasn't had time to take them away yet.
"It's still missing something."
Chen Fan thought for a moment, then took out a piece of the true kernel fragment he had obtained before, crushed it into powder, and smeared it on the edge of the broken platform.
A purer wave spread out.
The Bull Demon King swallowed hard.
"Now, let alone the Buddhist sect, I'd even want to rush up and steal it myself."
"That's right."
Chen Fan took two steps back, looked at his arrangement, and nodded in satisfaction.
"The highest level of fakery is to make even a thief tempted."
But just then...
Suddenly, a low, Buddhist chant came from outside the back warehouse.
It wasn't the sound of chanting.
It's more like wood being tapped repeatedly with knuckles.
thump.
thump.
thump.
With each sound, the floor tiles in the back garage trembled slightly.
Tang Sanzang's expression changed on the spot.
"That voice...I've heard it before."
Sun Wukong turned his head: "Where have I heard of that?"
Tang Sanzang's throat tightened, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"The rear hall of the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Ling".
"When the Buddha closed his eyes to read the scroll, the golden fish drum at the back of the hall made this sound."
The voice just fell.
A system notification suddenly popped up in front of Chen Fan's eyes.
[Anomaly detected by high-level sensors]
[Source: Remnant Western Buddhist Imagery]
[Direction correction in progress]
[Target: Heavenly Treasury]
The Bull Demon King's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"They're really here?"
Zongwu was so frightened that he took a half-step back: "I just put up that question stamp!"
With a flick of his sleeve, the Heavenly Emperor's Seal floated directly above his head.
"Everyone, get ready for battle!"
Yang Jian stood in front, his sword held horizontally in his way.
Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a bit of his fangs.
"Good timing."
"He didn't get enough of a beating outside the palace last time, so let him try inside the storeroom this time."
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed the crowd down.
"Don't rush."
"It hasn't even come inside yet."
"Wait for it to admit its mistake."
Everyone stared at the fake core.
The pale gold on the pseudocore suddenly lit up.
It doesn't light up on its own.
It was as if a pair of eyes had seen it from a great distance.
next moment.
A very light footstep sounded outside the two sealed doors of the back warehouse.
There's only one step.
At the same time, the Buddhist patterns on the door lit up.
It felt like someone was pressing their hand against the door from behind.
Immediately afterwards, a voice so calm it was chilling came from outside the door.
"The core, it's inside?"
Chen Fan raised his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
He didn't answer.
He simply placed his hand lightly on the seal of power that had been prepared long ago beneath the execution platform.
Chapter 231 Fishing Methods
As soon as the voice outside the door fell, everyone in the back of the garage tensed up.
Yang Jian brandished his sword and stood before the execution platform.
Sun Wukong scratched behind his ear and grinned, "Finally, someone of substance has arrived."
Zong Wu didn't speak, but with a flick of his sleeve, the old debt chains on the ground quietly crawled away, like dead snakes, slithering along the cracks in the bricks to the four corners. The chains weren't engraved with Buddhist or celestial symbols, but rather with lists of old debts.
How many lives does the Department of Correction owe to anyone?
How many volumes has the sea swallowed?
How many people were incorrectly recorded in the archives?
Every single one of these is real.
These are all shady accounts that Zongwu has painstakingly uncovered over the years.
Chen Fan's hand was still on the power-seizing seal, his eyelids not even lifting, as he whispered, "Where's the interrogation lock?"
"alright."
Zongwu flicked his finger.
Above the broken platform, three thin beams of light rose up, like door frames, lacking any imposing presence, yet they enveloped the pale red fragment in the center.
This is not a trapped formation.
This is a question about formations.
Once you're in, you have to answer.
For every incorrect answer, your access level will be reduced by one level.
This is a hook specifically designed for high-privilege data.
Chen Fan smiled: "Then please invite him in."
The voice just fell.
boom.
The Buddhist patterns on the back door of the warehouse gradually lit up. Before the door was opened, a sliver of gold thread squeezed in through the crack. The gold thread landed and instantly formed a human figure.
not tall.
He's not strong either.
Like the projection of Buddha statues commonly seen in temples.
Its face had no features, only a smooth golden surface.
A crack slowly appeared in the center of the gold surface.
"Hand over the core."
The sound was still the same one from outside the door, cold and tasteless.
The Bull Demon King stepped forward, wielding his iron cudgel, snorting, "You charlatan, you think you're worthy of taking anything?"
The afterimage of the Dharma didn't even glance at him.
As soon as it entered, its eye-like aura locked onto the fake core on the broken table.
Chen Fan felt relieved.
Hooked.
He was most wary of this thing and wanted to be inspected first.
As long as it heads straight for the false core, it will be easy to handle.
"You want this?" Chen Fan raised his hand and picked up the pale red fragment. "Your things fell here, and I haven't asked you for the storage fee yet."
The lingering image of the Dharma turned its head for the first time.
That faceless golden mask somehow exuded a chilling aura.
"mortal."
"lay down."
Chen Fan chuckled: "You're talking like you're going to a funeral. What, is the Censorate always this tough when asking for favors?"
Upon hearing this, Zong Wu's eyes twitched.
The afterimage of the Dharma image also paused for a moment.
Clearly, it hadn't expected Chen Fan to hit the nail on the head right away.
The next moment, the golden thread beneath its feet exploded, and the entire figure swept directly toward the broken platform.
So fast it's almost blinding.
Yang Jian slashed with his sword, but struck only the remaining light.
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel swept across, collapsing half a row of cabinets, but only sweeping away a layer of scattered gold dust.
"Don't stop me," Chen Fan suddenly shouted.
Everyone was taken aback.
In that brief moment of hesitation, the afterimage of the Dharma Image rushed into the area within three feet of the broken platform and grabbed at the fake core.
Right now.
Zongwu clenched his fists tightly.
At the four corners of the ground, the old tent chains were all taut.
click!
The chain head simultaneously bit into the four limbs of the Dharma image.
It wasn't the figure that locked it up.
It locks the connection between it and the permissions of the other end.
The afterimage of the Dharma image paused, and its voice fluctuated for the first time.
"What is it?"
"It's something to pay back debts." Chen Fan smiled and handed the fake core forward. "Here, hold on tight."
Without hesitation, the afterimage of the Dharma Image clasped its golden palms together and crushed the fake core to death.
The next second, the three thin beams of light on the broken platform suddenly tightened.
Question lock activated.
The first voice rang out, cold and detached, like an accountant reading from a book.
"The seventh archive of the Revision Department, revised and filed three thousand years ago, how many souls were implicated?"
The afterimage of the Dharma image trembled.
"No comment."
Click.
The golden light on its left arm was completely stripped away.
The second question followed immediately.
"In the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas, Volume B,' a mistake was made in recording a mortal cultivator as a demon. Who was responsible for signing and affixing the seal?"
The fake core in the Dharma Image's hand began to heat up, but it didn't care, it just stared intently at Chen Fan.
"You dare to check the blacklist?"
Chen Fan leaned back, completely unfazed: "I'm asking you, stop talking nonsense."
"Refuse to answer."
Click.
Its right leg also had a large dark patch.
The question lock is not a punishment array.
If you can't answer, it won't hurt you.
Only permissions were removed.
It's completely useless for ordinary people.
For this kind of Dharma form created through authority, that is to peel off its skin.
Yang Jian stared at this scene, his eyes widening in surprise: "You can do it like this?"
Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "Old Chen's tricks are really unethical."
The third question came down.
"Can the volumes with errors in the archives be written back to the source database?"
This time, the lingering image of the Dharma didn't dare to refuse outright.
It looks like it's calculating something.
It calculates extremely quickly.
But it was fast, and Chen Fan was even faster.
He was waiting for this moment of hesitation.
The afterimage of the Dharma form is not afraid of being hit.
It's connected to the true form's authority; if it's broken, they can simply reassemble it.
If you're going to really push it, you have to let it encounter the false core on its own.
That fake core didn't contain any energy at all.
Inside was a dirty package that Zongwu had prepared for writing back.
It's all a black book from the Correction Bureau.
There is also the original document of the Jinghai Cuolu.
Once this thing is actively accessed by a high-privilege interface, it will be automatically identified as content to be corrected and written back upwards.
To put it bluntly, it's like forcibly filling it with dirty water.
really.
Just as the afterimage of the Dharma Image was about to use its authority to verify, the fake core in its palm suddenly cracked open.
There is no fire.
There was no thunder.
Only a stream of grayish words suddenly burrowed into its palm.
"Warning: Source library verification is enabled."
"Incorrect recording found."
"Unauthorized deletion or modification discovered."
"Unsettled old debts have been discovered."
"Start writing back."
The moment that sound came out, the entire back garage fell silent for a moment.
The afterimage of the Dharma image suddenly retreated, trying to shake off the stream of words.
Useless.
The words were like live insects, crawling up its arm and covering half of its body in the blink of an eye.
On its smooth gold surface, lines of black text began to emerge.
The seventh treasury of the Correcting Department was altered without authorization.
Archives, Volume B, missing signature.
The record of the incident was inaccurate, and the responsibility remains unclear.
With each new line it floats, the golden light on its body dims by one layer.
The Bull Demon King's eyes widened in disbelief: "This actually works?!"
Zong Wu grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "This is called taking your family's money and smashing your door."
The afterimages of the Dharma image finally became chaotic.
It raised its hand to wipe its face, but couldn't wipe it off.
The black text kept appearing and increasing.
Its internal access control system began to collapse.
The energy that was originally "legally obtained" is visibly decreasing.
From the treasury level.
He was demoted to the level of a penman.
He was demoted to the menial rank again.
In the end, even the Buddhist patterns on the back door of the warehouse began to reject it.
With a buzzing sound.
The door gleamed with gold, as if a thief had been spotted.
"Unauthorized access user, expel."
The moment the sound rang out, Sun Wukong went wild with joy, slamming his golden cudgel into the ground: "You were acting all high and mighty just now, and now you're nobody?"
The afterimage of the Dharma suddenly turned its head and stared at Chen Fan.
This time, even though it had no facial features, anyone could tell that it wanted to devour Chen Fan alive.
"you……"
Chen Fan didn't give it a chance to finish speaking.
This is the moment he's been waiting for.
With permissions plummeting and authentication becoming chaotic, this is precisely when the firewall of the Otherworld engine is at its most lax.
He pressed his palm down hard on the seal of power.
The system interface popped up in front of me.
"Target permission write-back conflict detected."
"A brief instability was detected in the outer layer verification of the Other Shore Engine."
"Is it stealing permissions?"
Chen Fan had only one thought in his mind.
steal.
"Give me the maximum."
The seal of power shook violently.
A thin, almost invisible gray line emerged directly from behind the afterimage of the Dharma Image and pierced into Chen Fan's palm.
The familiar stinging pain instantly surged up.
It felt like someone was taking a red-hot needle and poking at each of his hand bones.
Chen Fan's forehead veins bulged, and his jaw was clenched tightly.
The system sounds kept popping up.
"Otherworld Engine Permissions +1%"
"Otherworld Engine Permissions +1%"
"Administrator level promoted."
Current administrator privileges: Medium.
intermediate!
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, and he almost burst out laughing.
After all that hard work, stealing that little bit of access is like peeling off a wall.
That's a 2% profit.
Worth it.
The afterimage of the Dharma image was also sensed.
The last bit of golden light on its body went berserk in an instant.
"You dare steal the engine!"
"I don't just steal," Chen Fan said, panting, looking up at it. "I steal right in front of you. What can you do about it?"
That's really hurtful.
Fa Xiang's lingering image was slapped more than a dozen times on the spot, and his whole body began to twist.
The onlookers were also dumbfounded.
Yang Jian stared at Chen Fan, a flicker of something passing through his eyes.
The old ministers brought by the Jade Emperor all had dry mouths.
They may not fully understand what the other side engine is.
But they could understand the words "intermediate administrator".
That's a level that even many ancient officials in the Heavenly Court couldn't reach.
Chen Fan, a mere mortal who started out as an ordinary person, actually managed to gradually increase his authority right under the noses of gods and Buddhas.
The afterimage of the Dharma image collapsed even faster.
The old chain bound its limbs, the questioning lock pressed down on its head, and the fake core rewriting continued.
Every time it moves, a piece of light falls off its body.
Soon, half of his body became a drafty shadow.
Sun Wukong approached, staff in hand, and glanced at it twice, saying, "Pretty hard. Should I give it another whack?"
"Keep it." Chen Fan raised his hand. "Let it say its last words."
The afterimage of the Dharma image let out a very low laugh.
The laughter was grating.
Like a knife scraping on copper.
"Chen Fan".
"You think you've stolen it?"
"Every extra point you get."
"I'll lock you in one more layer of protection with my true form."
It laughed as it began to disperse.
Starting from the feet, it turned into wisps of golden ash.
"Intermediate access is not a ticket."
"These are coordinates."
The expressions of the Curry guys changed simultaneously.
Zongwu, who had been laughing, twitched at the corner of his eye upon hearing this: "Is it marking you back?"
Chen Fan's heart sank, and he immediately checked the system interface.
The echoes of the Dharma image's afterimage still lingered.
"Steal it."
"Keep stealing."
"When you've taken enough."
"Your true form will come to see you in person."
As the last word fell, it shattered into countless tiny sparks on the ground.
The back garage became quiet again.
Only those few old tent chains were still trembling slightly on the ground.
The Bull Demon King cursed, "That dog is still farting even on its deathbed."
But the next moment, the system interface in front of Chen Fan suddenly turned completely red.
Not one.
It is a piece.
"warn."
"High-order index reverse location detected."
"True-body-level coordinate tracking detected."
"Exposure countdown begins."
29:59.
The numbers started to drop.
29: 58.
29: 57.
Chen Fan stared at the blood-red countdown, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.
Sun Wukong had already sensed something was wrong and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Chen Fan looked up, his voice flat.
"This is a huge problem."
He showed the system panel directly to everyone.
The entire warehouse was filled with people, and their expressions changed completely after just one glance.
The countdown is still ticking.
29: 41.
29: 40.
Then, in the deepest part of the warehouse, in that darkness that should have been sealed off, a heavier sound of chains dragging on the ground suddenly came from.
This time, it's not just one.
It's like something is waking up inside.
Chapter 232 Coordinates Exposed
As soon as the chains in the back of the warehouse clattered, everyone looked toward the deepest part.
No one emerged from the darkness.
First, a sliver of red light appeared.
It was as if someone had opened their eyes behind the crack in the door.
The system panel hovered in mid-air, and the countdown was still ticking.
29: 31.
29: 30.
Chen Fan glanced at it, his voice deep.
"It's no longer a Dharma form."
"These are coordinates."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately held his staff horizontally.
Speak like a human.
Chen Fan raised his hand and swiped, and another line of blood-red characters popped up on the panel.
[WARNING: The other engine has completed reverse locking through homogeneous resonance]
[Source identified: Deletion fragments, fake core, host imprint]
[Estimated tracking completion time: 29 minutes]
The warehouse was completely silent.
Even the Jade Emperor narrowed his eyes.
"Reverse locking?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"We went too far in the fishing for the Dharma image."
"They're not just looking for nuclear weapons over there."
"They followed the fake cores and fragments and labeled me as well."
Yang Jian twirled his three-pointed, double-edged sword and said coldly, "Then destroy the core."
"no."
Chen Fan replied very quickly.
"Destroying nuclear weapons can only sever one lifeline."
"The mark on my forehead is still there. Page three is still there. The logbook at the bottom of the back warehouse is still there too."
"They're not locking down a single point."
"It's the whole set."
The Bull Demon King cursed.
"What are you waiting for? Move the people and get out of here!"
The Jade Emperor didn't speak, but first looked up at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was also looking at him.
The ruler of the three realms was silent for a moment before speaking bluntly.
"I can open the Southern Heavenly Gate and summon the Nine Heavens to protect me."
"I can also send you away from Lingxiao."
Are you leaving or not?
Many of the celestial officials in the hall held their breath.
At this point, the Jade Emperor's willingness to provide escort was already considered a great favor.
Even Venus couldn't help but look at Chen Fan, as if afraid that his stubbornness would cause trouble.
Chen Fan shook his head.
"I'm not leaving."
Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him.
"Are you crazy?"
"If we change locations now, they'll catch up even faster."
Chen Fan pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
"The logs of the bottom layer of the deleted world are located beneath the Lingxiao ley lines."
"The third page is now also hanging in the magic array on Tang Sanzang's side."
"Leaving is like throwing away everything that wasn't finished."
"Moreover, they are easiest to ambush on the road."
The Jade Emperor stared at him for two breaths.
"did you mean."
"Right after Ling Xiao finishes?"
"right."
Chen Fan uttered a single word, very decisively.
"Right here."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a red light suddenly flashed deep within the back storage area.
Immediately afterwards, countless Buddhist patterns appeared on the entire sealed wall.
It's not the layer that's carved on the outside.
It's the inside of the wall that's bulging outwards.
It looks like something is crawling inside the wall.
The guards turned pale and retreated hastily.
"Your Majesty, that thing is about to come out!"
The Jade Emperor raised his hand and pressed down.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal crashed down with a deafening roar.
The wall trembled violently, and the Buddhist patterns paused for a moment.
The next moment, a very soft laugh came from behind the wall.
Not big.
Curry made sure everyone heard him.
It felt like someone was speaking right next to your ear.
"So it was in Heaven."
Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with anger, and he raised his staff to strike.
boom!
The entire wall was knocked down by a single blow, causing half of it to collapse.
Smoke and dust billowed up.
There was no one inside.
There was only a broken bronze platform and a ring of drag marks.
A small golden mirror was suspended in the middle.
Most of the mirror was shattered, but a corner remained lit.
That sound just now came from inside the mirror.
Yang Jian raised his hand and grabbed the golden mirror into his palm. After just one glance, his face darkened.
"The trigger of the other shore engine."
Chen Fan stepped forward and snatched the mirror away.
His face was reflected in the mirror.
wrong.
It's not just the face.
The entire layout of the Lingxiao Rear Warehouse behind him is also contained within it.
Even the dark vein patterns in the earth are clearly visible.
The Bull Demon King's scalp tingled.
"Did they even photograph that?"
Chen Fan didn't reply, but instead crushed the golden mirror in his palm.
The fragments landed, still gleaming.
The system popped up another window.
[Warning: Mirror point has been uploaded]
[Current Location: Lingxiao Palace Rear Storehouse]
[High-priority target confirmed: Chen Fan]
[Pursuit Level Increased]
"Hold."
Chen Fan really cursed this time.
Sun Wukong leaned closer to take a look, and his teeth clenched in anger.
"Those bald guys are cunning."
The Jade Emperor's face turned grim.
He agreed to take sides just now, partly for his own sake and partly to use Chen Fan to cut off the Buddhist sect's influence.
As a result, the entire Lingxiao has now been singled out.
This is not an ambush.
It was blatantly blatant.
He flicked his sleeve, his voice barely concealing his anger.
"deliver an imperial order."
"Seal the thirty-six heavenly gates."
"The Nine Luminaries are arrayed. The Thunder Department ascends the throne. The Heavenly Palace is sealed off."
"Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed."
The moment the decree was issued, chaos erupted outside.
The sounds of horns, footsteps, and the clanging of armor plates all rushed in at once.
Just as the people in the warehouse were gathering their breath, Chen Fan had already turned his head.
"Stop watching the show."
"What's the progress on Tang Sanzang's side?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void trembled.
A Dharma screen was projected out.
The side hall is directly opposite.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, with the third page of the sutra hanging in front of him. The page was full of cracks, and the edges had been burned black.
The white dragon horse paced back and forth outside the formation, its snorts flaring with anxiety.
Sha Wujing stood guard at the door, his demon-subduing staff creaking under his grip.
Tang Sanzang looked up, his forehead covered in sweat.
"Eighty percent."
Upon hearing those two words, many in Curry were initially delighted, but then their spirits plummeted.
Eighty percent, still a long way from completion.
Chen Fan asked directly, "How much longer can this pressure last?"
Tang Sanzang closed his eyes.
"It can't be suppressed anymore."
"The list of original sins sealed on the third page has already begun to leak out."
"I can only shuffle the order and slow down the release."
"Completely unstoppable."
Venus's face twitched as he listened.
"What do you mean?"
Tang Sanzang glanced at him, his voice not loud.
"It means that if we give them a little more time, the whole account will be revealed."
"Who deleted whom, who replaced whom, who took whose place—all of this will be laid bare before the three realms."
Those words are harsher than a knife.
Let alone Buddhism.
Even in Heaven, some people turned pale.
The Jade Emperor glanced at them, and the celestial officials immediately lowered their heads.
Chen Fan smiled.
"That's enough."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback.
"Enough of what?"
"They're in a hurry enough."
Chen Fan pointed to the tattered page of scripture.
"Original sin is most feared by Buddhism once it is revealed."
"It's not that they're afraid of us."
"They are afraid that the Three Realms will find out how they write about people, how they delete people, and how they treat all living beings like pieces of paper."
"They're coming now, not just to kill me."
"They even grabbed the third page."
Yang Jian immediately took over.
"Therefore, the real focus is not on guarding the warehouse."
"It is to guard Tang Sanzang."
"right."
Chen Fan turned to look at the Jade Emperor.
"Your Majesty, may I borrow your Lingxiao Main Formation?"
The Jade Emperor squinted.
"You're changing your formation?"
"It's not about changing, it's about merging."
Chen Fan raised his hand and slammed the fake core he had previously seized into the broken platform.
With a hum, the broken platform lit up, and thin lines instantly appeared on the floor of the entire rear warehouse, extending outwards from the hall.
"Page three is in the side hall."
"The underground logs are beneath the earth's veins."
"I'm in the back storage room."
"If you align the three points into a line, they will lock me down and simultaneously crash into your Lingxiao main formation."
Taibai was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.
"You're using Lingxiao as bait?"
Chen Fan didn't even look at him.
"It's not a question of whether or not to use bait now."
"Since they already know the location, then don't let them choose where to go."
"If they want to come, let them crash into the hardest wall."
The Jade Emperor suddenly laughed.
Not big.
It was chilly inside.
"it is good."
"I'll gamble with you."
He pointed a finger down.
Main control permissions were granted immediately.
The system panel in front of Chen Fan was flashing rapidly.
[High-specification array source detected]
[The bottom-level logs of the deleted world can be temporarily brought to the surface]
[Page 3 is being synchronized]
[Warning: Coordinate fluctuations will be amplified threefold during synchronization]
Sun Wukong stared at the line of text, his eyebrows suddenly rising.
"Twice the size?"
"right."
Chen Fan grinned.
"If you're going to play, play big."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Lingxiao Palace trembled violently.
It wasn't an outside attack.
Something underground was pulled up.
A crack appeared in the center of the back storage area.
Grayish-white mist first emerged from the crack.
Then, rows of blackened characters rose from the crack.
No one taught those words, and no one pronounced them.
But as soon as it appeared, everyone knew what it was.
Delete the bottom layer of the log.
It is not a copy.
It's genuine.
Each word seems stained with old blood, pulling at strings of vanished names.
The Bull Demon King felt a chill run down his spine and muttered, "This thing is scarier than a knife."
Chen Fan didn't have time to look at him.
He placed both hands on the console and directly granted his system privileges.
"Tang Sanzang, take the third page."
On the other side of the screen, Tang Sanzang suddenly bit his tongue, spitting blood onto the tattered page.
The third page vibrated suddenly.
The next instant, a thin crack appeared in the air above the back warehouse.
The tattered page of scripture was forcibly dragged over from the side hall.
The process was very short.
Everyone saw it.
It's just one page.
When it was dragged over, it felt like pulling on a mountain range.
Dozens of gasps of surprise rang out outside the Lingxiao Palace.
Clearly, many people outside have also sensed this.
The Jade Emperor remained expressionless, but his hand was already clenched tightly in his sleeve.
He knew what this step meant.
The coordinates are no longer exposed.
It is an active light switch.
The system displayed lines of bloody text.
[Strengthened Resonance from the Same Origin]
[Otherworld Engine Lock Progress: 71%]
[The route for those who observe the sutra is being connected]
The probability of the Buddha's true form appearing has increased.
The Bull Demon King's throat was dry.
"Two more groups?"
Chen Fan stared at the two lines of text, his eyes darkening.
"It's not about who comes first between the two groups."
"Who broke down the door first?"
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.
"Come on, I'll take on one of you, Old Sun."
Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the warehouse, sword in hand.
"Bring two here, and I'll cut them both down."
No sooner had these words been spoken than the sound of the heavenly drum outside suddenly changed.
This isn't the Heavenly Court's own rhythm.
It is a Buddhist war drum.
Slow, gentle, one after another.
It's like paving the way for some important person.
Immediately afterwards, a celestial being rushed in, his armor covered in golden flames.
"His Majesty!"
"The rear guard of the Buddhist army has been breached!"
"What?"
"A golden lotus bloomed behind them, terrifyingly large, and it was spreading outwards!"
Chen Fan and the Jade Emperor looked up almost simultaneously.
The rear dome transformed directly into a transparent canopy.
The battlefield scene was displayed.
The 100,000-strong Buddhist army protecting the scriptures was originally positioned outside the South Heavenly Gate, their formation as solid as a wall. But now, their rear was splitting apart from the middle.
It's not about making way.
It was opened up by a higher force.
A golden lotus slowly rose from the deepest part of the army formation.
First, the flower tips.
Then the flower petals.
Each piece is covered by a vast expanse of Buddha's light.
The elderly people in the front row all took a half step back in unison, bowed their heads and put their palms together.
The White-Browed Buddha stood beneath the Golden Lotus, his composure long gone, his back hunched over.
He opened his mouth, as if welcoming someone.
After Lingxiao left the box, no one spoke.
The system then displayed a line of large, bright red text.
[Warning: Approaching Buddha's true form detected]
[Expected arrival: Very short]
Just then, a "crack" sound came from the broken platform under Chen Fan's hand.
The third page and the bottom log are only halfway merged.
Chapter 233 The Arrival of Tathagata
"Click."
The broken platform cracked another inch.
The third page and the bottom log are stuck in mid-air, like two bones that refuse to give in. They are already aligned, but the last line just won't close.
Chen Fan pressed his hand on the broken table, his palm trembling.
The system panel was still displaying red text in front of me.
[Warning: High-level suppression is imminent]
[Coordinates locked]
[Outer observation bay reopened detected]
Outer observation deck?
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched, and he looked up outside.
The Buddhist-patterned canopy above the rear warehouse, which had been mostly shattered, suddenly lit up again. It wasn't being repaired; rather, something on the outermost layer had become visible. Like concentric rings of suspended platforms, originally hidden behind the clouds, they were now being revealed layer by layer.
It was packed with people.
There were Buddhas, immortals, and some old things whose names Chen Fan couldn't even recall.
None of them made a move.
Everyone's watching.
Like watching a grand finale.
Sun Wukong looked up, spat, and then spat.
"Old Sun knew it. These guys don't show their faces usually, but when it comes to deciding the winner, they're all quick to show up."
Pigsy, carrying his nine-toothed rake, grinned and cursed, "Watching the show, huh? Don't cry later."
But nobody paid him any attention.
The eyes of the spectators were all fixed on the back of the building, on Chen Fan.
Like waiting for an answer.
It's like waiting for a dead person.
boom!
A muffled thud suddenly came from outside the back warehouse.
It wasn't anyone who made the move.
It was as if the entire sky had been pressed down by something.
The next moment, everyone's expression changed.
The heavenly troops stopped.
The Buddhist army also stopped.
The two sides, who were fighting fiercely just a moment ago, were now as if they were being held down by a single hand, their weapons hanging in mid-air, and the light of their magical artifacts abruptly dimmed by a third.
Even the generals who had charged close retreated abruptly.
Those who retreated slowly vomited blood on the spot.
The oppressive aura hadn't truly descended yet.
First, let's calm down the three realms.
The white-browed Buddha stood beneath the golden lotus, bowing even lower, his voice trembling: "Welcome, Buddha."
On the opposite side, within the celestial army formation, a golden-armored general who had been holding the Demon-Slaying Order was now trembling, muttering, "It's not here yet... how could it be compressed like this?"
No one answered him.
The answer is right above your head.
That golden lotus hasn't fully bloomed yet.
It only opened three petals.
With each petal that opens, a layer sinks into the sky above the trumpet creeper.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest and a metallic taste rose in his throat, which he forced back down.
This is just the prelude.
Before his true form even arrived, his imposing aura already suppressed the three realms.
Fully caliber.
The goal is to crush everyone's courage first.
Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged to one side, two beads of his prayer beads already broken. He didn't look up, only muttering softly, "They came so quickly."
Sweat beaded on Little White Dragon's forehead as he took a half-step closer to Chen Fan.
"Brother Fan, are things still going well?"
"combine."
Chen Fan uttered a single word, and his hands moved even faster.
The third page has already consumed half of the lower-level logs.
Only the last lock remains.
It's like someone deliberately left a nail.
Zong Wu stood to the side, looking at the half-fused object, his gaze growing increasingly somber.
Don't just focus on the lock.
"What we really need to fight for isn't this page of paper."
Chen Fan didn't even look up: "I know."
Zongwu stared at the golden lotus in the sky, his voice very low.
"From now on, it's not about who has the bigger fist or who has the higher spiritual status."
"It's a matter of who can make the definitive statement first."
"Whoever defines the truth first gains the upper hand."
Sun Wukong was annoyed as soon as he heard it.
Speak like a human.
Zongwu turned to look at him: "If you shatter Mount Ling, the Buddhist sect can still call you a traitor. But if you expose their true colors first, and let the Three Realms see clearly, then their suppression of you will be seen as silencing you."
The back garage fell silent immediately.
Even Zhu Bajie (Pigsy) has stopped being cursed.
Chen Fan finally raised his head.
Correct.
That's the most ruthless part of this game.
The Buddha came not only to suppress.
This is to put an end to the matter.
Whoever can write this matter into a universally acknowledged "truth" in the three realms first will win half the battle.
Chen Fan let out a breath and suddenly smiled.
"That's perfect."
"What I'm best at is flipping tables."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.
hum!
In the center of the back warehouse, one by one, things floated up.
Page 3.
A diary entry from the bottom.
Black gold files.
Eukaryotes.
There were also a few fake cores that had been pieced together before.
He laid everything out in the open.
Not a single item was hidden.
Not a single item was missing.
When the White-Browed Buddha saw the black and gold document, his face twitched, and he exclaimed, "Are you insane?"
"They dare to bring this out?"
Chen Fan looked at him and retorted directly.
Are you scared?
"Being afraid is the right thing to do."
"I'm not going to play dirty tricks with you today."
"Didn't you want to find out the truth?"
"Come, let's make this decision in front of the Three Realms."
Upon hearing this, many people in the observation deck changed their expressions.
Someone took half a step forward.
Someone whispered something to the person next to them.
Even the Jade Emperor's side felt the pressure from the aura.
Above Lingxiao, a phantom image of an imperial seal slowly appeared.
The Jade Emperor did not appear.
But the sense of closure and support had already been conveyed.
Chen Fan looked up and, through layers of clouds, seemed to see the Lord of the Three Realms staring at him.
He didn't speak.
The attitude is already very clear.
You guys fight.
I am watching.
Whoever loses dies, and whoever wins will not escape unscathed.
On the other side, a small blue flame suddenly appeared in the direction of the Tushita Palace.
The fire wasn't big.
Just a wisp.
But as soon as that fire appeared, many veterans in the backcourt started to panic.
Laozi was watching too.
There was still fire left.
This isn't taking sides; it's playing catch-up.
If you really fight to the point of flipping the table, his fire could spread at any moment, and it's hard to say who it could burn.
Immediately afterwards, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.
It didn't come from the sky.
It's underground.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from the cracks in the floor tiles of the back warehouse, circled once, and condensed into a pale gray ghost mark, which remained suspended in mid-air.
The signal from Yama, the King of Hell.
We've arrived at the underworld.
The entire Three Realms are watching.
Today's game is no longer just about the few guys in the backcourt.
Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine and muttered, "Fine, they've really got it all. People from heaven and earth are coming to collect the corpses."
Chen Fan, on the contrary, became even more composed.
The more people, the better.
The more people see it, the harder it is to suppress.
He pointed, and the eukaryote flew up first.
The red light inside the core flickered, like a living heart.
"Look carefully."
"This is the true core you've been hiding all along."
"It's not fake, it's not a fragment."
"It's genuine."
The White-Browed Buddha sternly shouted, "Nonsense!"
Chen Fan ignored it completely and instead pointed at a few more fake cores.
Several dummy nuclei rotated simultaneously, circling the real nucleus.
"These are what you use to replace things, to set up formations, and to blind you."
"Fake nuclear reactors are not just fake."
"It can actually be used."
"It's used to deceive coordinates, to lure out dharma forms, and to drag down what's meant to come step by step."
On the observation deck, someone gasped.
This statement clearly touched on something.
Zongwu added, "You've always thought the journey to the West was a road."
"Wrong."
"That's a big sieve."
"Who will survive, who will live, and who will become someone else—it's all been predetermined long ago."
The old Buddha with white eyebrows turned ashen-faced and suddenly raised his hand to strike.
"Shut up!"
This palm strike was both swift and ruthless.
It is not Okinozumi.
It was that black gold dossier.
He wanted to destroy the evidence first.
Sun Wukong had been watching him closely. With a swift, horizontal slash of his golden cudgel, he shattered the Buddha's palm.
With a loud crash, another section of the back wall collapsed.
The monkey bared its teeth and its voice was deep.
"Old bald man, getting impatient?"
"The more anxious you are, the dirtier your family's scriptures are."
The blow was so loud that it caused a commotion in the observation area.
The white-browed old Buddha took two steps back, his chanting of Buddhist prayers becoming disordered.
He was genuinely panicked.
Previously, they could use their power to intimidate others.
Now that Chen Fan has laid everything bare, and with the Three Realms watching, if he were to force his way in, it would be exactly like murder to silence a witness.
Chen Fan was just waiting for his reaction.
When you're going to slap someone in the face, you have to do it properly.
He grabbed the black gold file and yanked it open.
As soon as the file was opened, a large number of small, dark gold characters immediately flew out from it.
Densely packed.
It's all records.
Who has adjusted the nuclear parameters?
Who altered the printing of the scriptures?
Who tampered with the list of those who went on the pilgrimage?
There are even a few traces left inside the Buddhist temple.
The elderly people in the front row were so shocked when they saw this that their legs went weak.
"impossible!"
"Wasn't this file burned a long time ago?"
"Who left this record?!"
Chen Fan sneered.
"It's about saving face."
"You didn't burn it clean."
The words shot into the sky, and the observation deck erupted in chaos.
Someone reached out to stop them.
Some people want to erase it directly.
But the Jade Emperor's illusory imperial seal suddenly trembled and pressed down on the air.
No one can make a move openly.
The old Buddha with white eyebrows turned pale, his lips trembling as he looked at Jinlian.
"Good heavens!"
"Please quell the chaos!"
He had just finished shouting when the fourth petal of the golden lotus opened.
The sky seemed to have sunk a bit.
This time, it's not just the back warehouse.
The battle at Nantianmen, which was still raging in the distance, has stopped.
On one side, Huaguo Mountain; on the other, the Heavenly Court; and on the other, the Buddhist Army.
All stopped.
Someone knelt down.
Some people were pinned to the ground.
Some people can't even hold onto their magic weapon.
Chen Fan's legs felt heavy, and his bones were cracking.
The system started flashing wildly.
[Source permission approach detected]
[Host privileges are restricted]
[Trying to protect myself]
Chen Fan's heart sank.
Not really.
He originally thought that when Buddha came down, his first target would be Sun Wukong or Tang Sanzang.
The system's response was incorrect.
It's as if the other party had already set their sights on something else.
Just then, the newly unfolded diary from the lower class suddenly turned its pages by itself.
On the last page, a line of extremely small text appeared.
"If we want to recycle at the source, we must first cut off the bridge."
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed.
Should we break the bridge first?
Where is the bridge?
Before he could figure it out, Zong Wu rushed over, grabbed his shoulder, and his voice became urgent for the first time.
"Put it away!"
"quick!"
"He wasn't looking at the case file!"
Chen Fan suddenly looked up.
Above, the golden lotus finally opened completely.
In the heart of the flower, no one can be seen.
First, you see a hand.
A Buddha's palm.
The palm lines were filled with golden light, and as soon as they were revealed, the restrictions on the entire back warehouse began to collapse.
The hand didn't fall quickly.
But no one can escape it.
The white-browed Buddha had already knelt down, his forehead pressed to the ground, his voice trembling with excitement.
The old folks on the observation deck all fell silent.
The Jade Emperor's illusory imperial seal remained motionless.
The flame in the Tushita Palace also stopped.
The underworld ghost seal shrank by half an inch.
The entire Three Realms held their breath.
Sun Wukong stepped in front of Chen Fan, raised his golden cudgel, and gritted his teeth to meet the attack.
Chen Fan suddenly saw it clearly.
The direction in which the Buddha's palm fell was not towards the monkey, not towards Tang Sanzang, and not towards the black gold scroll.
It was his chest.
To be more precise.
It was the core of the system within his body.
The system panel exploded into a blood-red mess in the next instant.
【warning】
[High-level recovery command detected]
[Objective: A system without morality]
Chapter 234 Capturing the System
The Buddha's palm hadn't even landed in front of him yet.
Chen Fan felt a tearing sensation explode in his chest.
It felt like someone was reaching into his stomach and forcefully pulling out the most dangerous part.
He staggered, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.
The system panel was completely blurred into a bright red mess.
[High-level buyback in progress]
[Source core stripping progress: 11%]
"Oh shit!"
Chen Fan cursed under his breath, his hand pressed against his chest, his fingers trembling.
That's not pain.
That's empty.
The cards he's played all along are being taken away inch by inch.
Sun Wukong was the first to change his expression.
"Old Chen!"
He swept his golden cudgel horizontally, propelling himself skyward, and smashed directly at the Buddha's palm.
boom!
The stick exploded.
The protective barrier above the Heavenly Court's rear treasury collapsed on the spot, with three layers breaking apart.
The Buddha's palm paused only slightly.
There wasn't even a crack in the palm lines.
Instead, Sun Wukong's arms sank, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood slid down the staff.
The group of old Buddhists outside, who had been bowing their heads just moments before, all raised their faces now, their eyes wide open.
Is it blocked?
No.
It wasn't completely blocked.
The palm still pressed down.
Yang Jian's face was cold as he suddenly opened his Heavenly Eye, and a beam of white light shot straight into his palm.
The Bull Demon King stomped on the broken pillar and then, wielding his iron cudgel, pushed upwards.
Nezha, riding on his Wind-Fire Wheels, struck seven times with his Fire-Tipped Spear, specifically targeting the thinnest part of the Buddha's palm.
The curtain-rolling general simply pulled off the back warehouse door frame and mounted it horizontally.
In an instant, it was completely blocked.
The entire rear warehouse shook violently.
Pebbles flew everywhere.
The Buddha's light pressed down, while the demonic aura and celestial light rose together.
It was like two sides were pulling a large piece of cloth, neither willing to let go.
Chen Fan, however, didn't bother to look at them.
He lowered his head.
The system core, which only he could usually feel, was forcibly torn in half from his chest.
That thing looked like a blood-gold seed.
It was wrapped with thin threads in circles.
One end of the thread was stuck inside his body, while the other end was held in place by the Buddha's palm.
With each pull, his vision went a little darker.
Even more critically, their combat strength is declining.
It doesn't fall off slowly.
It's collapsing downwards.
[Host privileges compromised]
[Current support reduced by 30%]
[Current blessing reduction: 50%]
Chen Fan spat a mouthful of blood onto the broken table, and his knees slammed heavily to the ground.
The black and gold dossier trembled slightly.
When the White-Browed Buddha saw this, a smile finally appeared on his face.
"I see."
"This humble monk thought you were so capable."
"It was just stealing what they shouldn't have taken."
"Now that Buddha himself is taking you back, why don't you kneel down and accept your death?"
Upon hearing this, the group of Buddhist monks around them seemed to come alive.
"Chen Fan, you've finally met your match!"
"Weren't you being arrogant just now?"
"Even if I gave you ten more lives, could you withstand a single blow from Buddha?"
"That thing shouldn't have been in your hands in the first place!"
There was a chorus of curses.
They were all incredibly harsh.
Some people even retreated to a safe place and deliberately raised their voices.
"Without that damn system, you're nothing!"
"A mere mortal dares to stir up trouble in the Three Realms!"
Sun Wukong's eyes turned red with rage, and he raised his staff, ready to strike again.
The Buddha's palm pressed down half an inch.
boom!
He was slammed back to the ground from mid-air, his feet crushing through the stone slabs, half of his calves sinking in.
Yang Jian's shoulders slumped, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The veins on the Bull Demon King's neck bulged, and words were spitting out from between his teeth.
"withstand!"
"Anyone who dares to back down today, I'll chop them down first!"
Even though Nezha's fire-tipped spear was bent, it still stuck in there stubbornly.
They're fighting desperately outside.
It's even more dangerous inside.
The source core on Chen Fan's chest was pulled out a bit more.
It's almost out of the body.
His breathing became erratic, but his hands remained firmly pressed against the broken table.
It cannot be loosened.
There's only one last bit left on the third page.
That one small difference was all it took to turn the tide.
Tang Sanzang glanced at him and suddenly made his move.
I wasn't going to help someone.
It's about taking over case files.
The old Buddha with white eyebrows changed his expression.
"Stop him!"
The two old Buddhas pounced at the same time.
The White Dragon took a step and swept across, then flicked his spear, the tip of which pierced directly into a man's shoulder, pinning him to the wall.
Sha Wujing picked up his crescent shovel and slapped the other one away, smashing a crater in the ground.
Tang Sanzang didn't turn around at all.
He turned to the third page.
The page wasn't full of words yet.
I only wrote half of it.
The pages are densely covered with records of the old accounts of Buddhism. Who consumed incense offerings, who used the suffering of sentient beings to nourish their Dharma body, who established their power in the lower realms, and who treated the human world as a millstone—it's all written on there.
Tang Sanzang glanced at half a page of text without even blinking, and immediately picked up the file.
"Press it down."
Chen Fan's voice was hoarse.
Tang Sanzang nodded.
The next moment, he flipped his hands over.
The third page, which was not yet finished, was forcefully smothered under the Buddha's palm!
"You dare!"
The White-Browed Buddha screamed.
He was genuinely panicked.
That wasn't ordinary paper.
Those are the ledgers uncovered along the way.
Even if the accounts aren't finished being written, the accounting will still be done.
hum!
The instant the paper was pasted onto the Buddha's palm.
The entire back warehouse was silent for a moment.
Immediately, a deep, muffled thud came from his palm.
It looked like something had been burned.
The perfect halo on the surface of the Buddha's palm began to become disordered.
Dark lines slowly emerged.
It is not scripture.
Like an old scar.
Like a torn curtain.
Between the lines on his palm, afterimages appeared one after another.
There is a broken incense stick.
There were figures kneeling and dying in front of the temple.
There are mountain gods and local deities whose mouths have been sealed.
There are also Buddha's hands that stretch out and then retract.
The group of Buddhist practitioners watching were completely dumbfounded.
"What is that?"
"How can there be something like this in the palm of your hand?"
"The Buddha's palm...is stained?"
"Shut up!"
The old Buddha with white eyebrows suddenly shouted angrily, his face turning blue.
It can't be suppressed.
As soon as the old tent pattern appeared, the Buddha's palm's reclaiming power noticeably faltered for a moment.
The source core on Chen Fan's chest suddenly shrank.
The process of stripping away the source core has stalled at 49%.
It hasn't gone up anymore.
A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.
Right now.
"Zongwu!"
Zongwu, who had been standing at the back, had been waiting for a long time.
This crow spirit, usually so talkative, was unusually calm this time. He stared at the half-emerged system core, then suddenly took a step forward, his voice not loud, but each word was sharp and impactful.
"I have a question for you."
"Whom do you truly submit to?"
The entire audience was stunned for a moment.
Even Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him.
The White-Browed Buddha was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"Ask it?"
"A mere tool, does it even deserve to answer your questions?"
"If it could speak, would it be your turn, you beast..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
The blood-gold source core suddenly trembled.
After Curry, everyone's movements slowed down by half a beat.
next moment.
The bright red system panel in front of Chen Fan suddenly cleared out a line of text on its own.
This is not a warning.
This is not a hint.
That's the answer.
[Currently the sole author of this sequel: Chen Fan]
The seven words were spoken.
The entire back garage fell silent.
Sun Wukong was stunned at first, then he grinned and laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.
"Did you hear that!"
"It recognizes Old Chen!"
Yang Jian's gaze darkened, and for the first time, the wariness in his eyes relaxed.
The Bull Demon King was even more direct, swinging his iron cudgel and pointing it towards the sky.
"Those bald monks from the Buddhist order, are they trying to rob your mother?!"
Nezha laughed and spat out the blood foam from his mouth.
"This is getting interesting."
The faces of the Buddhist monks opposite them were all grim.
The white-browed Buddha statue seemed to have swallowed a piece of red-hot iron; its lips were trembling.
"nonsense!"
"How could such a mere foreign object spontaneously choose a master!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the power in the Buddha's palm began to become chaotic.
That's not a cognitive issue.
It's really impossible to snatch them all up anymore.
Because that source core is shrinking back.
It's not that Buddha let go.
It shrank into Chen Fan's body on its own.
One inch.
Two inches.
Those blood-gold threads pierced back into Chen Fan's chest, like snakes finding their den, darting away swiftly.
Chen Fan was jolted, and the darkness in his vision receded by more than half in an instant.
The system panel lights up again.
[Administrator authentication requirements met]
Has the bond of faith been completed?
Chen Fan stared at the words and a smirk appeared on his lips.
"nonsense."
"Admit it to me."
He slapped his chest directly with his palm.
Snapped!
The source core was completely absorbed into the body.
An even more powerful force than before suddenly exploded out.
It's not simply a return to the past.
It's like the lock has finally been opened.
[Administrator privileges being bound]
[Bound to: Chen Fan]
[Binding complete]
Current privileges: Level 1 Administrator
Chen Fan stood up from the ground.
That agonizing emptiness I felt earlier is gone.
In its place is a long-lost sense of solidity.
At least this thing isn't borrowed anymore.
It was his.
The real him.
The Buddha's palm pressed down again.
This time, it can't be pressed down.
Chen Fan looked up, raised his hand, and clenched his fist with all five fingers.
"roll."
boom!
A black-gold authority mark shot out from his palm, curled back, and slammed hard into the center of the Buddha's palm.
The old lines on my palm all lit up.
It was like a spark falling into a frying pan.
The Buddha's light instantly dissipated in one layer.
The pressure on Sun Wukong and the others outside suddenly decreased, and they all pushed upwards with all their might.
"Open it for me!"
Sun Wukong roared, and his golden cudgel exploded with fire from his somersault cloud.
Yang Jian opened his Heavenly Eye again, and the white light was three times thicker than before.
The Bull Demon King laughed loudly and charged forward, causing the ground beneath his feet to collapse for over ten feet.
Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels, stabbed him right in the face.
"Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now!"
"Press it again!"
With a loud bang.
The Buddha's palm was finally lifted half a zhang by the combined efforts of everyone.
The White-Browed Buddha was completely speechless, staggered back two steps, and looked at Chen Fan as if he had seen a ghost.
"impossible……"
"This was personally collected by Buddha himself..."
Chen Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at him.
"The biggest problem with your Buddhist community is that you always feel that what you give out, others can only accept on their knees."
"I'm not returning this today."
The old Buddha with white eyebrows twitched his face, just about to speak again.
A very soft sound suddenly came from the open sky above the back warehouse.
It didn't make a sound.
But it weighed heavily on everyone's chest.
Even the White-Browed Buddha knelt down with a thud.
The sound came from a very high place.
It doesn't sound like he's just saying things out of anger.
It's more like a verdict.
"Then I'll take you along too."