Great City, Headquarters of the Secret Investigation Department.
Late at night.
"Deputy Director Wu, are you still working this late?"
The old woman, curled up in her office, suddenly opened her eyes, bloodshot and weary, and forced a bitter smile:
"It's just Lan Sheng... I'm just resting, don't mind me."
Lan Sheng, a capable woman with a ponytail, nodded and placed a file on the desk:
"By the way, Deputy Director Wu, I heard you personally investigated the first-level disaster at the Wu Manor this afternoon? Any results?"
The old woman's lips moved as if to speak, but her mind conjured up the horrific images of seventy-nine twisted versions of herself.
"Don't mention it! Don't mention it! Don't mention it!!"
A paralyzing fear enveloped her, forcing the words back down.
She couldn't voice it.
No matter what, she couldn't voice it.
After a moment, the old woman forced a smile:
"I didn't find any results; there are too many mysteries in this case."
Lan Sheng nodded:
"Right... By the way, I see there's still a suspect who hasn't been caught. A warrant was signed around nine o'clock; hopefully, we can make some breakthroughs…"
"What?!"
Wu Mengling's voice rose by eight octaves.
Lan Sheng was startled:
"Deputy Director Wu, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"No, it's nothing."
The old woman's eyes twitched, remaining silent. She was almost certain that the Wu Manor incident was orchestrated by that Chen Xiang, but the problem was...
She recalled the mysterious mist, the billions of wandering souls splitting through the mirror, and the seventy-nine past versions of herself trapped in a loop of time...
The divine envoy absolutely lacked such abilities.
Especially the entrapment of time, which already involved 【authority】!!
Only 【true gods】 can wield such power.
Most importantly, this involved time, a domain untouched by the nine Outer Gods...
Even if one isn't a true god, even if one is using forbidden objects,
Using such a level of forbidden object would at least require a【demigod】 who has climbed to the top of the divine ladder to bear such a【cost】, right??
The old woman trembled slightly and, after a long silence, finally spoke:
"He's only a little suspicious; he's not a criminal. Change the arrest warrant to a cooperation order and ask him to come in for questioning."
Finally, she added:
"Remember, it's an invitation."
Wu Mengling knew that the director was also paying attention to this matter and would not let it go, so she had to be tactful.
Lan Sheng was visibly perplexed—an invitation??
In the Secret Investigation Department, the word 'invite' had never existed.
She was confused and about to ask when a faint cry suddenly pierced her heart!!
Lan Sheng's scalp tingled; she abruptly scattered exorcism silver powder, and the old woman was not much better, rising in shock and looking around!
As the spiritual energy trembled wildly,
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The old woman instinctively turned her head, her gaze penetrating through the window to the sky.
The heart-wrenching cries came from above.
Two moons hung silently in the clouds,
The bright white moon remained, while the dark red moon... seemed to twist slightly??
"The red moon weeps…"The old woman felt a chill in her heart.
…
The cries of the red moon pierced through the bone-chilling mist that lingered eternally over the sea of fog, resonating across the entire Earth!
This cry ignored all barriers, striking at the mind and soul; even the deaf could hear it!
In the capital of the Eastern Hong Kingdom, the imperial palace.
The ruler of Eastern Hong stepped out of the sleeping quarters, gazing at the red moon above:
"Sun, what on earth has happened to you?"
It's expression was solemn, confusion evident, a heavy heart weighing down.
An official from the Astronomy Bureau hurriedly approached, holding a deep black oracle, kneeling on the ground and urgently reporting:
"Your Majesty! The great Lord of the Abyss has delivered an oracle!"
The middle-aged man in royal robes remained impassive:
"Speak."
The official unfurled the oracle, paused for a moment, then recited loudly:
"The red moon stirs, ancient evils rise… Investigate!"
…
In the capital of the White Star Nation, a country technologically advanced by a hundred years.
Inside a colossal cathedral supported by eighteen air and space mother ships, the Pope stood by the window, gazing at the red moon and listening to the cries, worry etched on his face.
"Sun... Is a great upheaval about to occur in this world?"
The Pope sighed slightly, the red and white moonlight spilling over his waist-length hair, weaving a scene.
A high priest rushed in:
"Your Holiness! The great Lord of Knowledge has delivered an oracle; Her Majesty the Queen requests an audience with you!"
"I understand."The Pope's long eyelashes trembled, brushing his hair back, revealing a graceful neck.
…
Great City, Center.
"Ahem..."
A boy with golden and silver heterochromatic eyes sat in a wheelchair, fiddling with a pocket watch, his form flickering between youth, middle age, and old age,
He gazed at the distorted red moon, lowering his eyelids to conceal his anxiety.
"Jerusalem."
A voice of greatness echoed, an oracle descending from above; the heterochromatic boy forced his frail body to bow down, welcoming the oracle.
"The cadaver of twilight stirs; there must be a reason. Investigate."
The boy lay on the ground respectfully:
"Yes, great Lord of Death!"
As the heavenly light faded, that terrifying feeling of being watched also dissipated. He sat back in the wheelchair, muttering to himself:
"Sun, what on earth has happened?"
###"Is it because... of the mentor?"
"No, it should just be a coincidence..."
It heard hurried footsteps and turned wearily to see its great-granddaughter rushing over.
"Great-grandfather, just now..."
"The red moon stirred, and the Lord of Death has delivered an oracle,"the old man said wearily.
The city lord of Great City frowned, not asking about the oracle's content, but looking at the somewhat weak old man with concern:
"Great-grandfather, you don't seem well."
"I'm fine, just feeling a bit down. I plan to go out for some fresh air tomorrow... How is the situation with the Nine Provinces ship?"
The city lord sighed softly:
"Except for the sixth prince and the captain, everyone else has died... The two survivors are in very bad shape, severely contaminated, and still unconscious."
"Take good care of them. I should be in the Eight Rings during this time; contact me if anything uncertain arises."
"Yes, great-grandfather."
As the old man and young woman spoke, divine oracles descended upon the other seven nations, all bearing the same command:
"Investigate!"
…
208.
When Chen Xiang slowly stepped out of the void, everything had returned to calm.
He glanced at the time: 【1:38】.
"Mirror."
Chen Xiang removed his monocle, and the mysterious mist enveloping him slowly dissipated. He shook off the black cloth and took out the mirror, asking:
"Did you feel stronger while in that hall?"
He could clearly sense that after leaving the hall and the red moon, the power of the monocle seemed to weaken, and the wand's magic faded away.
"No, not at all."
The mirror answered honestly:
"To be precise, it wasn't becoming stronger; it was a suppression that faded away a bit."
"Suppression?"Chen Xiang was a bit surprised."What do you mean?"
The mirror thought for a moment and explained with difficulty:
"Simply put, reality is in a state of decline. The more powerful extraordinary entities are, the more they are suppressed in reality. Because of this suppression, the corpses of the gods cannot revive, while the suppression in the spirit realm is much lighter, so the souls of the gods linger above the spirit realm."
After a pause, it continued:
"The red moon is quite similar to the spirit realm; while on it, the suppression is much lighter..."
Chen Xiang pondered for a moment and then asked:
"Since the restrictions of the spirit realm are smaller, why don't the gods take their corpses there?"
"To your question, I don't know."
Seeing this, Chen Xiang didn't press further. He simply leaned against the wall and fell asleep. When he woke up moments later, he found a wooden box in his hand that had been stored in his dream.
He opened the box, revealing an urn inside, and took out the visualization diagram and spear tip, placing them along with the Twilight Order before the mirror:
"You mentioned before that you have a capability called mirror realm copying. Can you replicate these three items?"
"I can."
The mirror affirmed:
"But I can only replicate one copy because, to be precise, it's not a replication; it's me taking the mirror image of the item from the mirror world."
After a pause, it reminded him:
"But you must be aware that while the mirror item is identical to the real one, it has a fatal flaw... Once the mirror item is extracted, both it and the real item will lose their mirroring."
Chen Xiang pondered for a moment and nodded:
"I understand your meaning; just do as you wish."
"As you command."
The Mourning Mirror trembled slightly, reflecting the Twilight Order, spear tip, and visualization diagram,
In the next moment, the frequency of the mirror's tremors increased dramatically, and the items within began to distort slightly. Under this high-frequency tremor, the three items slowly separated from the mirror...
Turning the virtual into the real.
Two spear tips, two Twilight Orders, and two visualization diagrams appeared before Chen Xiang.
Identical.