Chapter 843
Divine Capital Suppression Order
The Dreamlike Divine Capital.
Inside the upside-down mirror.
In the mirror-like surface of the lake suspended in the sky, eerie phenomena surged and twisted wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and every change in light and shadow exuded a heart-pounding oppressive atmosphere.
At first, the entire sky above the capital was only tinged with a faint yellow hue, as if the sunlight was obscured by a sky full of yellow sand.
In the blink of an eye, the dim yellow light receded like a tide, and a thick, inky darkness suddenly swept in, instantly swallowing all the light in the world, as if the whole world had fallen into an abyss of darkness without day or night.
In the seemingly boundless darkness, the classically styled skyscrapers in the capital city gradually emitted a dazzling array of lights.
As the light grew stronger, the land of the capital became radiant—no, it should be described as magnificent.
Because what is visible to the naked eye is the ultimate in prosperity.
The outline of the upturned eaves became clearer in the lamplight, and as the runes flowed, they tore open the darkness, creating slits of light.
Above, lies a terrifying, dark hell.
Below, there is a heavenly kingdom on earth, radiant with boundless light.
Gabamu couldn't help but exclaim, "The power of the gods is too great."
He knew, of course, that when the undercurrent struck, all natural light would be completely suppressed.
Even with several watts of light bulbs on in the room, you still can't see anything, as if the light has been completely swallowed up.
Yet the capital city was ablaze with lights, clearly a testament to the power of its laws, which had successfully contained the darkness's encroachment.
This alone is enough to prove how powerful the Dream Goddom established by the Azure People is.
A few more seconds passed.
"Waaah—"
A sudden gust of wind swept in, accompanied by a sharp howl, like countless enraged beasts roaring between heaven and earth.
The gale swept through the building's window frames, making a "whooshing" sound, and then crashed hard against the high-rise walls, producing a dull "rumble." The entire majestic classical high-rise building even began to sway slightly.
The faint cracking sounds emanating from the carved stone patterns on the wall were a testament to the ferocity of the wind, which seemed poised to uproot this bustling metropolis.
The sky gardens that used to be so beautiful and colorful on the suspended walkways connecting the high-rise buildings were instantly devastated by the raging winds.
Countless delicate petals were torn off by the gale, like scattered fragments of sunset clouds. The emerald green branches and leaves were snapped in half, carrying the scent of soil and flowers, and soaring into the sky, dancing wildly in the darkness.
Looking up, the dark clouds overhead resembled heavy mountains, layer upon layer pressing down on the capital city, so thick they seemed to drip ink, truly embodying the desolate scene described in the phrase "dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it."
A suffocating sense of impending doom permeated the air, and every inch of the air was filled with the despair of impending doom.
Even more chilling was that deep within the thick black clouds, the outlines of many enormous creatures could be vaguely seen, their size exceeding everyone's imagination, like ancient behemoths lurking in the darkness.
Gabamuda subconsciously glanced into the depths of the dark clouds, his pupils contracted slightly, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
The Ironfist Observer couldn't help but swallow hard, his voice trembling slightly: "This undercurrent impact seems to be several times more powerful than the previous impacts our Ironfist civilization has experienced."
One year, when he returned to Iron Fist Civilization to report on his work, he happened to be caught in a significant undercurrent of unrest.
At that time, the world of Tekken was always characterized by a crimson sky, and it was also shrouded in darkness, but even at its most intense, it was never as thoroughly black as the capital city at this moment, like an abyss of eternal darkness.
Yang Yanchen gave a soft "hmm" and said, "According to the accurate prediction of the Eye of the Long River, this should be the most violent impact in nearly ten years since the outbreak of the Dark Tide Disaster."
Gabamuda thought of something and inquired, "How is the situation on Azure Star?"
In his view, the Dream God Capital, as the first line of defense against the impact of the Dark Tide, is currently enduring the peak impact of the Dark Tide, and Azure Star will be affected to some extent.
However, powerful civilizations like the Azure Civilization could easily cope with the aftershocks of the impact.
Just a few words.
Over the years, as an observer of the Iron Fist civilization, he has witnessed firsthand how the Azure people used all sorts of unbelievable methods to safely weather as many as seven Dark Tide attacks.
But the people of Canglan also paid a price.
Although the Azure Civilization used many civilization-level weapons, it was able to successfully prevent the Dark Rift from connecting with Azure Star each time.
But some lurking monsters, taking advantage of the peak of the impact, crossed the unstable spatial rifts and descended upon Azure Star.
Over the years, the number of casualties has accumulated to no less than six figures.
Yang Yanchen did not answer the other party's question. He simply raised his right hand slightly, and a soft halo flashed by. A small white jade mirror the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The mirror surface is smooth and glossy, engraved with fine cloud-shaped runes, with a faint shimmering light.
He handed the small mirror to Gabamuda and smiled, "Uncle Wang, through this celestial mirror, we can observe the current situation of Azure Star in real time."
Gabamuda reached out and took the celestial mirror. The moment his fingertips touched the mirror, layers of fine ripples spread across its surface, like a lake disturbed by pebbles, shimmering and blurring the mirror's outline.
In just a short while, the ripples on the mirror gradually subsided, and a clear image slowly emerged on it.
This was clearly the scene on Azure Star at that moment.
Judging from the city's appearance on the ground in the picture, it is the core city of the Human Alliance, and also the capital of the Great Xia Administrative Region—Holy Capital City.
In the scene, the sky over the capital city is only slightly overcast, and fine snowflakes fall slowly like willow catkins, landing on the rooftops of buildings and the stone slabs of the streets, covering them with a thin layer of white frost.
Looking around, the entire city was shrouded in a tranquil, silvery-white hue.
This is the most common weather on Azure Star.
Since Azure Star completed the final stage of its descent and anchored itself in the primordial perilous Tianfeng Plateau, the climate of the entire planet has gradually stabilized.
For at least 250 days a year, the weather is chilly with light snow, and the people of Canglan have long been accustomed to it.
Gabamuda froze completely, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
Because the weather on Azure Star was completely normal.
This only proves one thing—the Illusionary Dream God completely blocked the most violent undercurrent impact in nearly ten years, and Azure Star was not affected in the slightest.
How can this be?
Looking at the glorious capital, Yang Yanchen smiled and said, "This is the first time the 'Capital City Suppression Order' has been activated since its establishment, and the result is even better than expected."
Gabamuda muttered "Divine Capital Town Boundary Order" under his breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of envy.
The Iron Fist observer's lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward again. Yang Yanchen sensed the awkwardness and tried to make conversation: "The principle of the Divine Capital Suppressing Token is to use the Divine Capital as the core to create a 'law transfer point' in the Dream Illusionary Realm, which will ultimately transfer the peak impact of the dark tide into the Dream Illusionary Realm."
This is just the most basic principle of the Divine Capital Town Boundary Decree.
After all, he was just a knight who knew nothing about the laws. Even if his father explained the detailed principles to him, he wouldn't be able to understand them at his level.
Gabamuda didn't press for details, but simply exclaimed sincerely, "This is a great weapon!"
The power of a spike impact is immense, enough to easily tear apart the defenses of a weak civilization, yet the Divine Capital Suppression Token can completely transfer it. Anyone with a little knowledge can understand just how remarkable this is.
The Iron Fist Observer gazed at the sky, a faint glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes: "Could the power of the Divine Capital Suppression Token be extended to other civilized worlds?"
Although he had already anticipated the answer, a sliver of hope remained in his heart, so he couldn't help but ask.
Yang Yanchen was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I'm very sorry, this is beyond the capabilities of the Divine Capital Suppression Token. Its power can only cover the area where the Divine Capital is located."
Gabamuda sighed softly, his heart filled with even greater regret that the Iron Fist Civilization had missed an opportunity to save itself.
If the Ironfist Civilization had asked the Azure Civilization to establish a dream space similar to the Divine Capital, how could it have ended up in this state today?
Unfortunately, reality doesn't offer "what ifs"!
The next minute felt incredibly long and agonizing, with every second feeling like an eternity.
Gabamuda held his breath, his gaze fixed on the sky above the capital, witnessing firsthand the entire process of the capital's boundary order resisting the impact of the sharp peak.
When the darkness above the capital city reached its peak, even the light of the runes on the surfaces of the tall buildings was suppressed and dimmed slightly, and the world seemed to be filled with only boundless blackness, a deafening roar suddenly exploded.
"Boom—!"
A deafening roar, like thunder, pierced the eardrums, as if countless ancient mountains were crashing together in mid-air, shaking one's very soul.
The earth in the capital shook violently, even the inverted mirror was affected.
The suspended lake in the sky rippled with waves, and the earth trembled in response.
As the capital city shook violently, the towering classical skyscrapers seemed unable to withstand the devastating impact.
Countless fine cracks gradually appeared on the walls of the building, spreading rapidly like a spider web. Some cracks were even as wide as a finger, which was shocking to see.
Immediately afterwards, countless fragments of all sizes broke off from the building's surface and rolled down the walls with a loud "crackling" sound.
Some fragments were even swept high into the air by the airflow before crashing down, turning the once glorious and dazzling capital into a scene of utter devastation.
A hint of worry flashed across Gabamda's eyes—would the God City be completely destroyed by such a violent impact?
But this concern ultimately did not become a reality.
soon.
The tremors have subsided considerably, and the number of debris falling from the building's surface has visibly decreased significantly.
Gabamuda breathed a sigh of relief.
By this point, it was almost certain that the gods had completely withstood the impact.
Yang Yanchen glanced at the pale blue data stream rushing past him out of the corner of his eye; this data recorded the real-time changes in impact energy.
His tense lips slowly relaxed, and his tone revealed barely suppressed joy: "The peak of the impact has passed, and now the impact energy is beginning to decline steadily. The Divine Capital Town Token has completely withstood the impact."
The young man paused, then his tone became more relaxed: "The buildings in the capital are only damaged on the outside; the main structure is perfectly fine. They can be fully repaired in three days at most."
The voice just fell.
Significant changes have occurred in the world.
The previously howling winds had noticeably subsided, and the sharp whistling sound had decreased significantly.
The shaking of the high-rise building completely stopped, and the spreading cracks seemed to be stabilized by an invisible force, no longer expanding.
Even after such a devastating impact, the entire capital still shone as brightly as a city of light suspended in darkness, and not a single runic lamp on the surface of the buildings went out.
And then.
The impenetrable darkness overhead gradually faded, and the sky brightened slightly, taking on a faint grayish-white hue, like the glimmer of dawn.
At this time.
The two finally saw clearly that in the still-lingering darkness, there were faint, dark, strip-like marks.
The marks were delicate and eerie, like wounds slashed by invisible blades, or like spatial rifts about to open completely.
Gabamuda glanced up, his pupils shrinking slightly: "The Dark Rift Monster is probably about to descend."
Yang Yanchen nodded slightly: "That's right, the spatial rifts on the surface of the Dark Rift are expanding rapidly, and have already had a slight impact on the law barrier of the Divine Capital Town Token. The Dark Rift monster can take advantage of this gap to slip in."
Another ten seconds or so passed.
The anticipated anomaly arrived as expected.
"Click! Click! Click—!"
Countless illusory yet crisp cracking sounds rang out between heaven and earth, densely packed, like countless panes of glass shattering simultaneously.
next second.
Thick, impenetrable black gas billowed out from the dark, strip-shaped cracks.
Like a falling meteor shower, they numbered in the tens of thousands, densely packed and overwhelming, falling wildly from the sky above the capital, instantly covering most of the city.
The monster from the Dark Rift has finally arrived!!
This scene looks horrifying, but in reality, the threat is negligible.
Gabamu looked down at the mirror-like surface in the sky and exclaimed, "The Divine Capital Town Boundary Token is indeed powerful!"
In the past, every time the Ironfist Civilization faced the impact of the Dark Tide, the number of monsters that descended was often in the millions, and sometimes even reached the tens of millions, causing extremely serious damage to the entire world.
But this time, it was two orders of magnitude lower.
A natural disaster that could have threatened the entire civilization was reduced to a negligible catastrophe.
And then...
Countless ripples flashed across the sky above the capital, forming a massive protective shield.
Each black meteor, upon contact with the ripples, becomes blurred and then vanishes without a trace in an instant. (End of Chapter)