In the headquarters of the Beijing Special Affairs Bureau, the atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with unspoken concerns. High-ranking officials gathered around a long conference table, their faces grave.
"I believe everyone is aware of the recent incident," a middle-aged man in a tunic suit began, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "The millions of evil spirits that appeared in Fengcheng have been eradicated by an unidentified powerhouse."
The room stirred with murmurs, disbelief still lingering in the minds of those present.
"What's the origin of this mysterious individual?" an older official questioned, his expression a mix of astonishment and respect. "We were prepared to abandon Fengcheng entirely. Sending the army felt like a suicide mission. We were bracing ourselves for catastrophic losses—and yet, the situation turned in an instant."
Many nodded in agreement. The appearance of millions of evil spirits through the space tunnel had plunged them into despair. It wasn't just about Fengcheng; the entire nation had been at risk of devastation, with countless lives hanging by a thread.
The most chilling aspect? They had seriously considered deploying nuclear weapons to neutralize the threat, fully aware of the collateral damage. The decision had felt like a grim inevitability.
And yet, before such drastic measures could be enacted, the unimaginable happened. A mysterious figure emerged, annihilating the ghostly army with seemingly effortless power, erasing the disaster before it could spread further.
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"According to the Fengcheng branch's analysis, this individual might be one of the 'land immortals'—a being from the ancient times of Xuanhuangxing," someone suggested hesitantly, breaking the silence.
"Land immortal?" Another official frowned. "Such entities have only ever existed in myth and folklore. Is it possible that someone of such power has truly survived to this day?"
"Possible or not, the evidence is undeniable," the man in the tunic suit replied. "This mysterious powerhouse acted decisively, wiping out the threat entirely. What's more, since their intervention, no evil spirits have dared emerge from the space tunnel. Even when we stationed personnel there, the tunnel has remained eerily silent, as if the other side fears retaliation."
The room fell into a contemplative silence.
"What's your take on this?" an elderly man asked, puffing on a cigarette as he fixed his sharp gaze on the man in the tunic suit.
"There are two possibilities," the man replied after a moment's thought, raising two fingers.
"First, this individual is indeed a land immortal—someone from Xuanhuangxing's ancient history, possessing unfathomable power, who has chosen to assist us for reasons unknown."
He paused, his expression darkening. "Second, and perhaps more likely, this figure isn't from Xuanhuangxing at all but hails from another world. A god or entity with their own motives, offering aid for purposes we cannot yet discern."
The mention of an otherworldly god sent ripples of unease through the room.
"Another world…" someone muttered, the weight of the words sinking in.
"Given the space tunnels appearing across the planet and the increasing frequency of alien incursions, it isn't an unreasonable theory," the man in the tunic suit continued. "As high-ranking officials, we are well aware of Xuanhuangxing's history. If such a powerful being had existed on this planet, it would be recorded somewhere. Yet there's nothing—not even a hint."
"Which makes the second possibility far more plausible," the elder with the cigarette concluded, his tone grim.
The room grew colder as the implications of this theory settled over them. If this figure truly came from another world, what did their arrival mean for Xuanhuangxing? Would their aid come at a price, or was this only the beginning of a much larger, more perilous chain of events?