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59: Chapter 59 The bridge of cause and effect has been completed, please...Atlantic Ocean, five hundred meters below sea level.

Inside the nuclear submarine ’zeus’.

Old Ross was elegantly swirling the red wine in his glass. The expensive liquid clung to the crystal walls, its color as captivating as rubies.

He was in a good mood.

Although he had lost a few ’hounds,’ obtaining the limit data on Dragon Summer’s individual combat power was a profitable deal for him.

”Ask the doctor how far along Dragon Summer’s virus deployment plan is,” Old Ross took a sip of the wine, the liquid with its oak barrel aroma sliding down his throat. ”Also, have the second batch of cleanup crews prepare. This time, I want...”

”Beep——!!!”

A sharp, piercing alarm, shrill to the extreme, erupted without warning inside the command center, instantly shattering the elegant atmosphere.

Within half a second, all the fluorescent lights in the command center instantly extinguished. Replacing them were deep purple emergency lights, signifying the highest level of critical danger. These lights typically only activated when the nuclear reactor was on the verge of a meltdown.

The purple lights flashed frantically, casting everyone’s faces in a ghastly, hellish glow.

”What’s happening? A reactor leak?”

Old Ross’s hand jerked, spilling the expensive red wine onto the pristine white napkin, staining it a shocking crimson.

The intelligence officer standing before the control console typed on the virtual keyboard so fast his hands were a blur, cold sweat pouring down his forehead:

”Boss! It’s not a malfunction! We’ve been locked onto!”

”An unknown energy source is approaching at extreme speed! Damn it, what kind of speed is this... No radar response! No sonar feedback! Even the magic fluctuation detector is reading a flat line!”

”The System cannot parse it! Logic cannot be constructed! Energy level... the energy level is displayed as ’unknown’! It simply doesn’t exist on the physical plane!”

On the large screen in the command center, the ’All-Seeing Eye’ defense System—a masterpiece combining the Ark Alliance’s top black technology and forbidden Western prophecy magic—was now frantically displaying a string of bright red ’ERROR’ messages.

The super AI, which had once boasted it could predict any attack, now resembled a duck being choked, emitting only meaningless garbled cries.

Old Ross, after all, was a seasoned veteran who had survived the Cold War and countless assassinations. Though his scalp was tingling with fear, his reaction was swift.

”Panic is pointless!”

He slammed his hand on the table: ”Activate the ’Silent Domain’! Launch all decoy drones! Maximize power to the Void Realm shields! Whether it’s a hypersonic missile or forbidden magic, at this depth, in front of the ’zeus,’ it’s nothing but...”

”Pfft.”

A faint, almost inaudible sound abruptly cut off his roar.

The sound was soft, like a tailor snipping a thread, or a bubble bursting on the water’s surface.

But in the command center at that moment, it rang out as sharply as thunder.

Old Ross froze.

The intelligence officer froze.

All the operators who had been rushing about stopped their actions, staring dumbfounded at the left wall of the command center.

There, a forty-centimeter-thick special composite armor, capable of withstanding a close-range nuclear blast, now seemed as fragile as wet rice paper, easily pierced.

No explosion, no deformation, not even a single drop of seawater rushed in.

Only a pinhole-sized opening.

A red thread drifted in, light as a feather.

It was as slender as a blood vessel, an eerie red, emanating a chill that froze the Soul.

It ignored the multi-billion-dollar Void Realm magic shields outside the submarine, ignored the dozens of drones frantically darting about in the water to misdirect attacks, and simply swam in, direct and unhurried.

Old Ross wanted to dodge, wanted to shout for his guards, but he discovered in terror that he couldn’t move.

Not just his body.

Even the magic power within him, his Mental Energy, even the tiniest capillary at his fingertips, were all suppressed by some invisible force. The feeling was like a Mortal standing naked atop a towering snow-capped mountain, nailed to a cross by the gaze of a deity.

He could only watch helplessly as the red thread, like a nimble serpent, wriggled through the air, tracing mysterious and profound patterns.

Finally, the red thread stopped before him.

Its tip lightly touched his stiffly raised right hand, touching the crystal wine glass.

”Ting.”

A clear, melodious sound of impact.

The red thread submerged into the wine.

The originally mellow purplish-red wine seemed to boil instantly, its color turning a piercing, bloody scarlet, like a cup of freshly drawn arterial blood.

An indescribable fear shot up from the base of Old Ross’s spine to the crown of his head, exploding through every pore.

Through this ’cup of blood wine,’ he sensed a gaze.

A gaze that spanned half the globe, traversed mountains, seas, and the Void Realm, even crossing the boundary between life and death.

Within that gaze was no anger, no frenzy, only a vast indifference like the boundless sky, and an authority that judged mere ants.

No escape.

No avoidance possible.

Before this overwhelming, suffocating iron law of Karma, the technology he prided himself on, his wealth that rivaled nations, his power to turn clouds with a flip of his hand—all became as fragile and laughable as sandcastles on a beach.

”Found you.”

A faint voice seemed to resonate directly within the depths of his Soul.

...

Kunlun Palace, Meeting Room No. 1.

The surface of the suspended ancient bronze mirror rippled like water, and an image so high-definition that even pores were visible emerged.

The background of the image was the interior of a submarine with flashing purple emergency lights, a mix of luxurious decor and cold instruments.

And at the very center of the image was a pale, terrified, deeply wrinkled old face.

It was Old Ross.

The mirror thoughtfully displayed a string of longitude and latitude coordinates precise to six decimal places next to the image, along with the target’s current depth data.

[Target Locked: Mid-Atlantic Ridge, West Longitude 42.12°, North Latitude 38.05°. Depth: 523 meters.]

[Identity Confirmed: Executive Chairman of the Ark Alliance, Ross Child.]

[Karma Chain Determination: Mastermind.]

[Sin Level: S+ (His blood debts are too numerous to record.)]

In the meeting room, everyone’s eyes were fixed on that face.

Long Yi looked at the old man in the image, holding a wine glass, body rigid, the fury in his eyes almost materializing into a tangible force.

”So it was you, old dog,” Long Yi gritted his teeth.

”Sir, give the order! Launch missiles directly! Use the ’east wind-90’ hypersonic missiles! Equip them with bunker-busting warheads! We can definitely flatten this stretch of ocean!”

At that moment, Su Yun suddenly spoke: ”Perhaps we have a better choice.”

He looked towards the screen displaying Luofeng Slope.

There, the auras of three thousand heroic spirits were surging wildly, their Battle Intent shooting straight into the clouds, churning the heavens and altering the earth’s appearance.

The System panel’s [Heavenly Dao·Mirror of Sin] trembled again, and a line of blood-red large characters appeared:

[Medium established, Karma bridge connected.]

[Detected strong will of three thousand heroic spirits—Request to deploy!]

Su Yun’s gaze was sharp as a torch. Addressing the Void Realm, and also the three thousand long-departed but eternally loyal warriors, he said solemnly:

”Permission granted!”