143: Chapter 144 The Savior Who Lives on a Kept Woman's Legacy! My Wife Is Being Bullied!

The alarm sound was not the sharp, electronic kind, but a teeth-grinding, low-frequency noise that felt like fingernails scraping against a blackboard.

It acted directly on the brainstem, triggering the most primal fear.

A second ago, Jiang Chen was still immersed in the ancient gossip of "Nuwa created humans because she was rushing to get off work on Friday," but suddenly, he felt as if a bucket of thick ink had been splashed across the world before his eyes.

That ink was not dead; it was alive.

It was writhing, spreading, and frantically devouring the surrounding light.

The once brilliant starry sky now looked as if a large chunk had been forcibly erased by a giant black eraser.

It was not just visual darkness, but a sensory deprivation. The air was filled with the smell of rust and moldy old books—the scent of rotting time and space.

"Static... logic... fractured..." Ling's voice sounded in the command hall, but it had turned into intermittent electronic noise, like the wailing of an old radio on a stormy day. "Unable... to parse... target does not exist in... current dimension... database... collapse..."

On the big screen, Ling's originally delicate virtual avatar began to flicker frantically. Countless data streams collapsed like a waterfall, eventually exploding into a pile of meaningless garbled code, leaving only a blood-red pop-up window frantically pulsating: [Warning: Suffering dimensional reduction strike! Losing sense of existence! Losing 'self' definition!]

"What's going on? Ling?!" Lei Keming roared in anxiety. In that moment, he forgot his fear and instinctively reached out to slap the control console, wanting to restart the system. But to his horror, he discovered that his hand passed through the surface without any resistance.

It wasn't a clipping error or a hallucination.

It was that the titanium alloy control panel... had "disappeared."

It no longer belonged to this world; it had been silently erased by that black tide. Along with a pen placed on it, half a cup of unfinished tea, and even the fact that "there used to be a table here," it had all been wiped from the laws of causality.

Lei Keming's hand froze in mid-air, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

"Don't waste your effort."

Change stood beside Jiang Chen. Her originally lazy expression had completely vanished, replaced by a look of disgust as if she were staring at a pile of trash. For the first time, a true divine radiance appeared in her peach-blossom eyes, cold and aloof. "That is the feeding method of 'Dimensional Predators.' They don't destroy matter; they devour 'concepts.' What disappeared just now wasn't the table, but the definition right of the concept of 'table' in that area. If it continues to devour, in the next second, the concept of 'human' will disappear from Earth, and you will all turn into a pile of mindless carbohydrates."

Jiang Chen felt his scalp tingle, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Devour concepts?

If it touched a person, wouldn't even the fact that "I once existed" be erased? Not even qualified to leave a tombstone?

At this moment, that massive blob of darkness finally revealed its true form.

It wasn't a spaceship, nor was it a biological entity.

It looked like a giant black leech constantly twisting and deforming in three-dimensional space. It had no fixed shape because it was writhing in the fourth dimension, and the shadow it projected into the three-dimensional world was this ever-changing nightmare.

Its body was covered in countless opening and closing mouths, each one like a bottomless black hole, greedily pouncing toward Earth, just like a starving dog pouncing on a meat bun.

"Monster! Behave yourself!"

A delicate shout resounded through the sky.

On the far side of the Moon, Ji Linglong made her move.

Although she was still sulking with Change and cursing "bad woman" in her heart, as the Saintess of Taichu and a powerhouse who guarded this plane, she absolutely would not allow anything to destroy her husband's home right under her nose.

"Taichu Sword Art—Ten Thousand Laws Into One!"

Ji Linglong burned her life essence, and her originally pitch-black long hair instantly turned snow-white. A golden sword qi, ten thousand feet long, carrying the accumulated heritage of the Taichu Holy Land for ten thousand years, and even wrapping around a trace of spiritual vein power just established on the Moon, slashed fiercely toward that black leech.

This strike was enough to split an asteroid outside the atmosphere. It was the ultimate interpretation of power by the cultivation civilization, a determination to be a shattered jade rather than an intact tile.

However.

The moment the sword qi touched that darkness, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. There was no explosion, no light, and it didn't even stir up a ripple.

That magnificent sword qi, enough to illuminate half of Earth's night sky, simply... vanished.

It was like a line of text in a document being hit with the backspace key, like that segment of code being forcibly deleted. The monster didn't even make a swallowing motion; the sword qi naturally became a part of its body.

"Pfft—"

Ji Linglong's face went pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the lunar soil in front of her red. The taichu divine sword in her hand let out a shrill cry, its light instantly dimming by half, as if it had suffered some unspeakable defilement.

"Even the sword intent was eaten?!" Elder Huoyun was so scared his beard stood straight up, and the magical treasure in his hand clattered to the ground. "How do you fight this thing? Physical attacks are ineffective, and spell attacks are just handing it a meal? This... this is Heaven destroying me!"

Despair.

True despair.

Conventional weapons couldn't hit it, cultivation spells were devoured, and technological means couldn't parse it.

This was dimensional suppression. It was like a stick figure drawn on paper; no matter how big a knife it held, it couldn't cut the hand holding the eraser.

That black leech seemed to have tasted the sweetness of the sword qi, emitting a bizarre screeching sound similar to a baby crying, full of greed and mockery.

Its speed suddenly accelerated, directly crossing tens of thousands of kilometers, and that invisible big mouth was almost pressed against Earth's atmosphere.

The sky over Earth instantly turned completely black, all satellite signals dropped to zero, and even streetlights lost their luster.

The shadow of death, with an unprecedented sense of heaviness, enveloped everyone.

Just at this critical moment.

Jiang Chen, who had been protected in the middle by everyone, moved.

He didn't explode with power and rush up to die like a shonen anime protagonist, nor did he kneel on the ground praying for a miracle.

He did something that everyone couldn't understand.

He pulled out that still-warm [Marriage Certificate], radiating the golden light of the Great Dao, from his bosom, and then snatched the spare loudspeaker from Lei Keming's hand—the one that was crackling with electric sparks and had a scorched casing.

At that moment, Jiang Chen's expression was extremely complex. There was shame, helplessness, but more than anything, a sense of desperate resolve.

He said to himself in his heart: Jiang Chen, oh Jiang Chen, what is face worth? The Earth is about to be gone, what do you need face for? So what if you eat soft rice? If you can eat soft rice to the level of a savior, that's called skill!

He took a deep breath, centered his qi in his dantian, used all the strength provided by that bowl of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Marrow Soup, and toward the sky, toward that indescribable terror, let out a roar that would be recorded in the annals of Galactic soft-rice history:

"Wife—!!!"

"Someone is bullying your husband—!!!"

"This life is impossible to live—!!!"

The voice, transmitted through a special quantum band (actually the "coquetry" exclusive distress channel that came with the Marriage Certificate), ignored physical barriers and instantly exploded throughout the entire Solar System.

The whole scene was dead silent. Lei Keming, who was preparing to fight for his life, slipped and almost fell, the pistol in his hand dropping in fright.

Ji Linglong, who was spitting blood on the Moon, rolled her eyes and almost passed out: This dead ghost, at a critical moment, he really doesn't treat himself as an outsider!

Even that black leech, which was devouring the atmosphere, visibly stiffened for a moment.

It had probably wandered in the universe for so many years and eaten so many civilizations, but this was the first time it had seen such a brazen, such fresh and refined way of resisting.

However, this trick worked.

And it worked super well.

Change, who had been standing beside Jiang Chen watching coldly, had her aura Change the instant she heard that "Wife."

Originally, she was looking at all this as if watching a boring farce, but now, the farce had turned into a "family dispute."

If she was a cold and aloof deity just a moment ago, then now, she was a protective mother tyrannosaurus, a lioness whose territory had been violated.

"You're courting death."

Two simple words, yet they caused the entire Earth's gravitational field to instantly reverse.

Change didn't transform, nor did she glow. She simply raised her slender right hand and made a "pinching" motion toward the darkness in the sky.

The next second.

Everyone saw the most shocking and magnificent scene they had ever seen in their lives.

Outside Earth's atmosphere, in the endless void, a hand, white as jade and unimaginably large, appeared out of thin air.

That hand was bigger than Earth, with a brilliant galaxy flowing through its palm lines, and gorgeous nebulae sparkling on its fingernails. Every line seemed to contain a cosmic truth, and every tremor pulled at the surrounding ripples of space-time.

It was illusory, yet real. It was a "Dharma Manifestation," a concrete projection of higher-dimensional power into the three-dimensional world, the pinnacle of beauty and the peak of power.

That black leech, which had been so arrogant and devouring everything just a moment ago, was now, in front of this giant hand, as tiny as a real worm wriggling in the palm of a giant.

"Screech—!!!"

The leech let out a terrified shriek, desperately trying to twist space to escape, wanting to drill back into the four-dimensional crevice. Its body trembled frantically, releasing negative energy sufficient to extinguish a star, attempting to corrode that jade hand.

"Running?"

Change sneered, and her five fingers suddenly closed.

"You dirtied my front door, frightened my husband, and you still want to run?"

"Explode for me!"