125: Chapter 125 The Ancestor Wants to Use Magic to Save Himself? Gu Chang'an: Turn on that 10,000-watt searchlight!

On the outskirts of Yanjing, on the highway.

Three black special transport vehicles were speeding along with their police lights flashing.

The roof of the middle vehicle was welded with thick steel plates, and its perimeter was covered with signal-jamming grilles.

Xiao Aotian was curled up in the corner of the compartment, head bowed. Beneath his eyelids, which were swollen like a pig's head, the depths of his pupils were flickering with a faint, almost transparent purple light.

This was the last trump card left in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness before the System completely formatted itself: [Heavenly Dao Embers].

This trump card was originally intended to preserve his Primordial Spirit in the event of failing at Undergoing Tribulation.

But he could not care about that much now.

He screamed frantically in his heart.

As long as he could escape.

As long as he could make these Mortals witness a true miracle, he would be able to harvest faith once again.

"Break for me!"

Xiao Aotian let out a low, beast-like roar.

A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted from within his emaciated body.

The anti-spirit alloy shackles, weighing dozens of catties and locked onto his hands and feet, were instantly burst open by a surge of purple energy from within.

The grating sound of twisting metal was deafening in the narrow compartment.

"What's the situation?"

The two Special Police officers in charge of guarding him had their expressions change drastically, and the automatic weapons in their hands were instantly cocked.

But it was already too late.

Xiao Aotian transformed into a streak of blinding purple light, crashing straight through the reinforced roof and shooting up into the sky a hundred meters high.

"Hahaha!"

"Gu Changan, you may have calculated everything, but you never calculated that I would still have this last resort!"

Xiao Aotian's manic laughter echoed through the night sky.

His body was wrapped in a layer of dense purple light mist.

Although his spiritual power was still draining, relying on those few embers, he briefly regained the illusion of controlling all living beings.

He looked down at the bustling lights of Yanjing below, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.

He did not run toward the wilderness.

He headed straight for the most prosperous China World Trade Center CBD business district in Yanjing.

He wanted to perform the greatest "miracle" in front of millions of people, right in the heart of this nation.

As long as he could trigger nationwide panic and chaos, he could escape in the confusion.

One minute later.

At the top of the China World Trade Center.

Xiao Aotian hovered at an altitude of six hundred meters, golden light erupting from his entire body.

The energy generated by the burning purple embers was fully converted by him into the most visually striking, dazzling golden light.

He spread his arms, and his figure rapidly enlarged under the illumination of the golden light.

A phantom image over thirty meters tall appeared beneath the clouds, looking dignified, sacred, and inviolable.

"Mortals! Kneel!"

His voice, amplified by his remaining magic power, rolled over the entire city like muffled thunder.

"I am the Supreme Grandmaster; those who follow the Heavenly Dao shall prosper, and those who defy it shall perish!"

It was currently the evening rush hour.

On the streets, countless people stopped in their tracks.

At the subway entrances, people on their way home looked up one after another.

In front of office building windows, countless white-collar workers put down their coffee.

Everyone was staring blankly at the sky.

That golden, gigantic figure really had a tremendous impact against the backdrop of the night.

"Holy crap, an immortal?"

"Is it real? This is way more realistic than movie special effects!"

"Look, there's someone inside that shadow; it's really a person flying!"

The originally orderly traffic began to paralyze.

Drivers leaned out of their windows, using their phones to take pictures frantically.

Some were even genuinely frightened by the oppressive feeling, their legs going weak.

The scent of panic spread rapidly through the streets.

Yanjing Bureau of Anomalies Headquarters.

Chen Xiaobei's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his fingers flying across the Keyboard.

"Team Leader, Xiao Aotian is erupting using the System's backdoor; he is currently hovering above the China World Trade Center!"

"Satellite imagery shows his energy index is dropping rapidly, but the light pollution he is releasing is causing serious interference with civil aviation and ground traffic."

"Two civil airliners have already been forced to change their flight paths."

"The internet has already exploded; the relevant search terms have instantly hit number one on the trending list!"

Gu Changan sat in a leather swivel chair, holding a cup of green tea that had already gone cold.

He looked at the arrogant golden shadow on the surveillance screen, a cold sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Casting a spell to save himself?"

"Pulling off this kind of 'person-changing' trick, he really thinks we've never seen the world."

Gu Changan placed the teacup on the table, his tone as calm as ice.

"Chen Xiaobei, notify the 'Nantianmen Project Department' and have them cooperate."

"When it comes to light shows, our national team is the professional."

"He wants to see who is brighter? Fine, I'll grant his wish."

"Get those ten-thousand-watt gallium nitride searchlights up there for me."

"Without my nod, he won't be able to shine in this Yanjing sky."

The order was issued.

Around the China World Trade Center.

On the top floors of a dozen skyscrapers that had originally had their lights off, the sound of mechanical rotation suddenly erupted.

Huge camouflage covers slowly opened.

Heavy equipment with a highly industrial aesthetic revealed its true form.

These were the "Ding Tian No. 1" high-energy searchlights specifically designed to deal with large-scale spiritual energy fluctuations and perform optical suppression.

This stuff was originally intended to disperse certain otherworldly mists.

Using it now to illuminate a fake was simply using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Meanwhile.

Around Yanjing, in four secret bases, thousands of special heavy-duty drones took off simultaneously.

These drones automatically networked in the air, forming a massive cubic matrix.

Each drone was equipped with high-lumen cold light units and interference grids.

In the sky.

Xiao Aotian was enjoying the pleasure of being the center of attention.

He felt as if he were the only True God in this world.

Those ant-like Mortals were all looking up at him.

"The Mortal world is full of suffering; follow me to seek longevity..."

He was just about to shout his carefully prepared brainwashing slogan.

Suddenly.

One, two, ten...

Hundreds of terrifying beams of light, so white they turned blue and were bright enough to burn retinas, shot at him from all directions without warning.

That level of brightness instantly turned the originally pitch-black night sky into broad daylight.

Xiao Aotian felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

Even though he had his eyes closed, that pervasive, intense light pierced through his eyelids.

"Ah!! My eyes!"

He let out a miserable scream, and the aloof posture he had been maintaining instantly collapsed.

He was like a rat that had fallen into the center of a white phosphorus bomb, flapping frantically in the air.

That golden light of his, in front of these industrial-grade ten-thousand-watt searchlights, was like a candle lit under the scorching sun.

Weak, pathetic, and even a little greenish.

The public below was also stunned by this scene.

The golden man who had looked like an immortal just a moment ago instantly revealed his true colors under the direct glare of these cold lights.

The originally majestic Dharma idol, because of the overexposure from the intense light, now looked like a plastic figure melted by the sun.

One could even see his sleazy posture as he twisted in the air due to the pain.

"Holy crap, that's not divine light?"

"Once these searchlights turned on, why does the immortal look like he's being electrocuted?"

"Look at his posture, doesn't he look like someone clubbing?"

In the headquarters.

Gu Changan watched this scene coldly.

"Increase the contrast."

"Let him see what a scientific trial is."