Chapter 156 Silent Hill in the Capital: The Sleeping God's "Morning Grumpiness"
Deep in the night, the Imperial Capital should have been bustling with neon lights and heavy traffic.
But tonight, the entire Yunding Mountain range, within a radius of ten miles, had fallen into a deathly silence that made one's Soul crawl.
This silence was unnatural; it was not the disappearance of sound, but rather the concept of "sound" itself being forcibly stripped away.
Yunding Villa No. 1 was currently at the center of this "Silent Hill."
In the air, countless tiny purple lightning arcs slithered like strands of hair, and whenever the night wind tried to stir up fallen leaves to make a sound, those arcs would instantly devour them.
This was an absolute vacuum Domain, a self-protection mechanism formed unconsciously by Jiang Chen's Mental Energy after having just reached a Breakthrough to the "War God Realm."
Outside the villa, a dense crowd of people stood in the darkness.
Any one of these people, if pulled out at random, could cause an earthquake in the Imperial Capital.
The Deputy Director of the Imperial Capital Education Bureau, the Minister of the Great Xia Military Special Combat Readiness Department, and even several Great Grandmasters who had retired for many years, their auras deep as the sea.
"Director, the force meter exploded."
A researcher wearing a special radiation-proof suit ran toward Deputy Director Zhou Zhen, sweating profusely, holding a screen that had turned into charcoal, "The detected Divine Sense frequency has already exceeded the current upper limit of human Rank. Preliminary judgment... the one inside might be undergoing a 'restart of the consciousness dimension'."
Zhou Zhen's face was livid. He looked at the villa ahead, wrapped in thick purple fog, his teeth chattering.
"Restart of the dimension, my foot! He's just sleeping!" Zhou Zhen roared in a low voice, but found that his voice disappeared the moment he stepped into the villa's perimeter, so he could only awkwardly use sign language.
Just a moment ago, a Great Grandmaster-level secret agent from the military, who prided himself on being skilled in "Shadow Evasion," tried to use a spatial rift to sneak into the villa to investigate the situation.
As a result, the moment that agent stepped onto the villa's courtyard wall, the entire upper echelon of the Imperial Capital heard (or felt) a muffled "slap."
Immediately after, that Great Grandmaster was like a tennis ball precisely hit by a racket, slicing through the sky and turning into a shining star on the horizon. It is said he hasn't landed yet, and coordinates show he is already near the high seas.
"No one move!" Military Minister Lei Long gestured, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear, "That method of attack... there was no True Qi fluctuation, it was purely the manifestation of Mental Energy. It was a sole, a hundred-meter-long... size 43 purple slipper."
That's right, all the experts present had seen it.
When the agent invaded, the purple mist above the villa surged and instantly condensed into a huge, fluffy flip-flop.
On that slipper, the anti-counterfeiting mark "Exclusive to the Jiang Family" was clearly engraved.
It just gave a light slap, like swatting a buzzing mosquito.
That was a dimensionality-reduction strike from the War God Realm's Mental Energy.
At this moment, in the second-floor bedroom of the villa.
Jiang Chen was sinking into the near-submerging softness of the "Phoenix Perch Divine Bed."
Within his Sea of Consciousness, an unprecedented storm was raging.
Because his Mental Energy had just stepped into the War God Realm, his brain was like a supercomputer that had just been installed with an overclocked liquid cooling System, frantically processing all information within a hundred-mile radius.
"Noisy... so noisy..."
Jiang Chen turned over in his sleep.
In his dream, he was lying on an endless cloud of purple cotton candy, preparing to enjoy a nap that would last ten thousand years.
But beneath the cloud, there were always a few ants that looked like old men whispering, and some even tried to poke his cloud with tiny needles.
This feeling was like a corporate slave enjoying a Sunday morning lie-in, only to have a neighbor's renovation impact drill bore straight into their temple.
"So annoying... go away..."
Jiang Chen waved his hand groggily in his dream.
【 Ding! External interference source detected: Great Grandmaster-level peeping x12, Grandmaster-level energy reaction x50. 】
【 System prompt: host's Waking Up Anger charging: 120% (Off-the-charts warning). 】
【 Automatic defense mechanism activated: Dream Manifestation — God's Sanction. 】
In reality.
The purple mist above the villa suddenly contracted, then exploded like a powder keg!
Boom!
That vanished "size 43 purple slipper" appeared again, but this time, it was no longer a phantom, but a nearly tangible purple-gold color.
The patterns on the bottom of the slipper were clearly visible, and every line seemed to contain the supreme spatial Law.
"Holy crap! Run!"
Although Zhou Zhen couldn't hear his own voice, his survival instinct made him burst out with the fastest speed of his life.
But it was too late.
That huge slipper suddenly spun in the sky, carving out a perfect semi-circular arc.
It was like a slap casually thrown by a giant.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Although the series of muffled sounds were swallowed by the Domain of silence, the impact force was real.
Those big shots who were usually revered by others were now like a swarm of flies chased away by a flyswatter, each of them slapped away in an extremely comical posture.
Some fell headfirst into the cooling fountain, some were slapped into the roadside greenery, and the most miserable Great Grandmaster was slapped directly onto the top of a flagpole a hundred meters away, hanging there with his pajamas in disarray.
"Phew... finally... quiet..."
Jiang Chen smacked his lips in bed, hugged the star dream emperor pillow in his arms tightly, and fell into a deep slumber once again.
Outside the villa, amidst the broken bricks and tiles, the surviving high-level officials crawled up tremblingly, looking at the villa that had returned to silence, their eyes no longer holding any doubt, only endless awe.
"This isn't sleeping..." Zhou Zhen wiped away a nosebleed and signed tremblingly, "This is suppressing the national fate!"