131: Chapter 131 Soy Sauce and Cracks

Two in the afternoon.

Huijia Supermarket, Dongjiang City.

The air conditioning hummed. Jiang Feng pushed the shopping cart, following behind Liu Cuilan.

He was moving about ten thousand times slower than when he tore through the dimensional barrier.

"This Haitian one is twelve eighty."

Liu Cuilan held a bottle of soy sauce in her left hand and another in her right, bringing them close to check the labels.

"That Qianhe one is fourteen forty-six. That's a difference of one eighty..."

She flipped them over to read the ingredient list, her brows knitting together.

"Mom, just buy the expensive one."

"Expensive doesn't always mean better." Liu Cuilan didn't even look up. "Look at this, it has two fewer additives."

"Then get that one."

"But this one has two hundred milliliters less..."

Jiang Feng: "..."

466 full attributes.

Standing in front of the supermarket shelf, waiting for his own mother to calculate the unit price per milliliter of soy sauce.

Even a demigod would be moved to tears.

Three aisles ahead, the Dragon Girl was squatting in the snack section, cradling a mountain of potato chips.

Lay's Original, Cucumber, Tomato flavors. Pringles BBQ, Seaweed flavors. Orion, Kobike.

As long as the packaging had the word "potato chips" on it, she scooped it all up.

"Master! I've never eaten this 'insanely spicy' flavor! Buy it!"

"Your basket is already full."

"I'll go grab another basket!"

Liu Cuilan finally selected the soy sauce.

The Haitian one, the twelve eighty bottle.

The one eighty saved was enough to buy a bunch of green onions.

Jiang Feng placed the soy sauce into the shopping cart.

The moment his fingers touched the bottle—

Deep in his mind, sixteen spiritual threads snapped simultaneously.

Not decaying.

Not interfering.

They snapped.

With a crisp click, cleanly and completely, all the sensory tentacles he had anchored deep within the crust of Blue Star were severed.

Jiang Feng's hand froze on the soy sauce bottle.

His whole body remained motionless.

On the surface, he looked no different than usual.

An ordinary young man accompanying his mother to buy groceries, momentarily lost in thought in front of a shelf.

But his consciousness was plummeting at full speed.

Through the supermarket floor.

Through the foundation.

Through the rock strata.

Through the mantle.

Deepest within the crust of Blue Star—

That set of patterns, older even than Pangu, was no longer quiet.

Last night, it was still a rhythmic "long—short—long-long—short" pulse signal.

Now, the tune had completely changed.

It wasn't resonance.

It was a roar.

The patterns were vibrating violently, the frequency spiked by three orders of magnitude, and the surrounding mineral lattice shattered into powder.

Between the cracks of the patterns, a viscous, dark cyan light was climbing upward.

It wasn't emerging from within the patterns.

It was pouring in from the outside.

Something was infiltrating the surface along the fissures of Blue Star's law system.

It wasn't fast, but the coverage was vast.

The entire underlying layer of Blue Star's laws was being stained inch by inch by this cyan light.

Jiang Feng retracted his consciousness.

He looked up.

The fluorescent lights on the supermarket ceiling were still humming.

A bottle of twelve-eighty Haitian soy sauce lay in the shopping cart.

Three aisles away, the Dragon Girl was grinning at him, holding a bag of insanely spicy potato chips.

"Mom."

Jiang Feng's voice was very flat.

"Take the Dragon Girl home first."

Liu Cuilan was stunned for a moment.

She didn't understand cultivation, didn't understand laws, didn't understand dimensions.

But she understood her son.

The last time she heard this tone was before Jiang Feng went out to kill those eight Supremes.

"Alright."

Liu Cuilan didn't ask another word. She turned and walked toward the Dragon Girl.

She walked two steps, then turned back, took the soy sauce out of the shopping cart, and stuffed it into her handbag.

"I'll take the soy sauce for now. When you're done and come back, Mom will make you braised pork."

Jiang Feng didn't answer.

His gaze pierced through the supermarket ceiling, through the reinforced concrete, through the atmosphere.

The sky was changing color.

Looking out from the supermarket's glass door, the originally clear afternoon blue sky was being eroded by a layer of dark cyan.

It wasn't dark clouds. There was no thunder or lightning. It had none of the characteristics of a weather system.

The color itself was changing.

Blue turned to gray.

Gray turned to cyan.

Cyan turned dark.

At the same time—

The entire extraordinary power field of Blue Star collapsed.

A clean cut.

In his spiritual perception, Jiang Feng clearly "saw" the entire process:

An invisible command, carrying authorization codes not belonging to this dimension, pierced through the underlying architecture of the Great Void Reincarnation barrier and directly rewrote Blue Star's world parameters.

[Human combat power limit: Forcibly locked to Lv.10.]

Global scale.

Indiscriminate.

Effective immediately.

On the streets of Dongjiang City, an Awakened one out for a morning jog felt his legs go soft and fell face-first into a flower bed.

A hundred-person party fighting a BOSS in a Demon Realm dungeon was collectively kicked out of the combat interface, their screens flooded with blood-red "Connection Interrupted" messages.

Tianshu Dragon Garden underground training ground.

The zhenguo sword in Ying Zheng's hand hummed, and its light extinguished abruptly.

He looked down at his own hand.

The palm that could split dimensions just moments ago could now barely hold the hilt of the sword.

The world essence within his body was completely locked deep in his Dantian. He couldn't summon even a sliver.

The emperor's gaze slowly lifted, landing on the dark cyan firmament outside the window.

In eyes that had seen the six kingdoms, there was no fear.

There was only a cold, imperial scrutiny.

He had seen this kind of situation before.

Before the Battle of Changping, during the Siege of Handan, the sword strike when Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin—

Desperate situations were never foreign to him.

What was foreign was that this time, the enemy hadn't even shown a shadow.

An invisible hand tweaked a parameter, and the entire Blue Star knelt.

"What kind of divinity is this."

Ying Zheng slowly placed his sword on the table.

His voice wasn't loud, but all the martyrs in the training ground heard the second half of his sentence.

"—Let me see how many lives you have."

Beside him, Huo Qubing stood up, supporting himself on one knee.

The young general who was named Champion Marquis at eighteen had not a trace of panic on his face.

Only rage.

Pure, intense rage that made him want to pierce the sky with a spear.

"Wait for him to return." Ying Zheng's gaze passed through the window, looking toward the direction of Tianshu Dragon Garden. "That young man."

Huo Qubing clenched his fists.

No need to ask who.

Starry Sky Great Wall.

Xiao Zhenjiang gripped the battlements of the wall.

The core of the formation before him, the twelve Star-Suppressing Pillars, extinguished simultaneously.

The massive defensive formation crackled as fragments fell, failing section by section.

"Report—The entire formation has collapsed! Reserve world essence cannot be called upon!"

"Report—The combat power of the Southern Heaven Gate garrison has collectively dropped, with the highest not exceeding level ten!"

The communication array exploded into chaos.

Requests for help from all over the world flooded in like crazy.

And outside the Great Wall—

The remnants of Western forces who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy yesterday were now cheering.

Wilson stood on the ruins, gazing up at the dark cyan firmament.

The fear on his face faded layer by layer, replaced by ecstasy.

"God's punishment! This is God's punishment for the Eastern heretics!"

He turned and roared at his deputy beside him: "Notify all allied nations! It's time to renegotiate the resource allocation—our opportunity has come!"

His subordinates around him were crying, laughing, and hugging each other.

The faces of those taking advantage of the chaos were uglier than the dark cyan sky.

Xiao Zhenjiang's fingernails sank into the cracks of the wall bricks.

"Send a signal to Tianshu Dragon Garden."

His voice was hoarse.

"...Find Jiang Feng."

Outside Blue Star.

In the void one hundred thousand li away.

Xuanji's body was out of control.

The pale golden mark deep in her origin—exploded.

It was no longer the lukewarm, rhythmic pulsation from before.

It was an outright blossoming.

Golden light gushed out from her seven orifices.

Eyes.

Ears.

Nostrils.

Mouth.

Crown of the head.

Seven streams of golden light shot into the sky, twisting into dense chains of causality behind her.

The chains wrapped around her limbs.

Wrapped around her spine.

Wrapped around every fiber of her origin.

Xuanji's mouth opened.

What came out wasn't a scream.

It was the sound squeezed from the very bottom of her soul when her entire existence was being torn apart alive.

Hoarse. Sharp. Shattered.

Like a bone being snapped in half.

Her body slowly spread out under the pull of the causality chains.

Her limbs were pulled into a cross.

Her spine was dragged straight.

The cyan-gold Dharma robe on her body shattered, revealing a body covered in dense golden patterns.

Those patterns—

Came from the same underlying logic as the ancient carvings deep in the crust of Blue Star.

The chains extended outward from her body, constructing a massive altar in the void, with her flesh as the base.

In the center of the altar.

Xuanji's chest was forcibly torn open by the causality chains.

Deep within the fissure.

A dark cyan eye was slowly opening.

Venerable Xuan's will.

Descending across dimensions.

...

At the entrance of Huijia Supermarket in Dongjiang City.

Jiang Feng walked out carrying that bag of soy sauce.

The dark cyan sky was reflected in his dark golden pupils.

He handed the soy sauce bag to the Dragon Girl who had followed him out.

"Hold this tight. Don't break it."

"Mas... Master?"

The Dragon Girl held the soy sauce bag, her voice trembling for the first time.

She wasn't afraid of the sky changing color.

She was afraid of this expression on Jiang Feng.

She had followed Jiang Feng for so long, she had never seen this look in his eyes.

Not cold. Not angry.

It was the kind of look that already had the method of a certain entity's death arranged in his mind—

Certainty.

"Go home and wait for me."

After Jiang Feng said this.

The ground beneath his feet shattered silently.

He was already gone.