noffsinger Chapter 160 I'll kill you first.
Chapter 160 I'll kill you first.
The chief writer stood at the top of the seventh tower.
The metal support under the sleeve was exposed.
The lettering on the stand is old.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"The ninth seat."
"Maintain the relay station."
"Do not leave without permission."
He raised his hand.
The bracket made a sound like gears turning.
Her fingertips were aimed at Chen Fan.
"Chen Fan".
"Look carefully."
"This is the signature from the General Court."
"You touched me."
"It means moving the entire repeater station."
"Mobile relay station".
"It's just movement—"
Chen Fan didn't let him finish speaking.
Knife light.
It's not about severing karma.
It was Chen Fan's own.
The blade sliced through the lights at the top of the tower.
Cut towards the chief writer's throat.
"I'll kill you first."
"Let's talk about the rest later."
Chen Fan's voice was very soft.
It was as light as saying the weather was nice today.
The chief editor's pupils suddenly contracted.
He didn't expect it.
I never expected this.
Someone dared to make a move in front of the signing.
Metal brackets cross-block.
The blade struck the support.
A string of sparks flew up.
The chief editor took three steps back.
The lettering on the stand began to glow.
"A warrant for signing the document."
"Those who attack the signing official—"
"Consider it treason."
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel has arrived.
The stick struck the illuminated lettering.
The lettering is broken.
"Trying to explain laws and regulations to me, Old Sun?"
"Pooh."
Yang Jian's figure appeared from the side.
The fragment unfolds.
His knife was not aimed at the chief scribe.
It is the reversal sequence interface at the top of the tower.
"Switch the interface first."
"Disable his access."
Yang Jian's voice was very calm.
It's like saying you should cut a chicken's neck before killing it.
The chief editor's expression changed.
Under his sleeve.
More metal is exposed.
It's not just about the support.
His entire upper body was metallic.
Those metal surfaces.
It was covered with signed documents.
Every document is burning.
The burning words floated up.
It drifted in all directions.
"You're asking for it."
"I'll grant your wish."
He raised his hand.
The first attack.
A battle of rules.
All the burning text suddenly froze.
It was frozen into lines of laws and regulations.
"Defeat within the seas."
"The ending must not be altered."
"Those who violate this rule will be punished."
"delete."
The sea beneath Chen Fan's feet began to boil.
Those failed plans surged up from the seabed.
Each proposal becomes a vortex.
A chain of words extends from the vortex.
The chains fastened to the wrists of the three men.
Yang Jian did not dodge.
His unfinished work unfolds.
The blade sliced towards the nearest chain.
The chain broke.
But at the break point.
More characters will grow.
"Don't cut it."
Chen Fan spoke up.
"These are the rules."
"It wasn't a physical attack."
He pulled up the blacklist.
The document page turns automatically.
Turn to a page.
It says:
"The chief editor summoned the signature."
"Exceeded authority three times."
"Each time requires approval through a relay station."
Chen Fan smiled.
"Found it."
The second attack has arrived.
Physical warfare.
The chief writer turned completely metallic.
He no longer resembles a human being.
It looks more like a metal statue.
The surface of the statue.
The signed documents were arranged like scales.
Each scale is a weapon.
The scales fell off.
Flying and shooting.
Each piece carries the power of a seal.
Sun Wukong stepped up.
The golden cudgel grew larger.
It gets thicker.
They stood in front of Chen Fan and Yang Jian.
The scales hit the stick.
Each strike sparked.
The sparks illuminated Sun Wukong's face.
He is laughing.
"That was awesome!"
"Now that's what a fight should be like."
He tightened his grip on the stick.
Muscle tension.
"I, Old Sun, have been imprisoned for five hundred years."
"The bones are practically rusting."
"today."
"Perfect for some exercise."
The golden cudgel was hurled out.
It hit the chief writer.
It smashed a piece of metal scale.
But beneath the scales.
More signed documents were revealed.
The documents burned.
The third attack.
Deletion War.
The chief scribe formed a mudra with his hands.
Between metal fingers.
A black sphere of light appeared.
Inside the sphere of light.
It says three words.
"delete."
"remove."
"make."
The ball of light exploded.
The black light swept across the entire top of the tower.
The sequence of reversals at the top of the tower began to collapse.
The numbers stopped changing.
Start resetting to zero.
"Delete sequence".
"All cases have been overturned."
"Not recognized."
The chief editor's voice sounded like metal scraping.
harsh.
Icy.
Chen Fan's black tent suddenly became hot.
The files open automatically.
Turn to the latest page.
New content has appeared above:
"The chief editor invoked the deletion order."
"Overstepping authority".
"The fourth time."
"Relay station visa approval record —"
"Missing".
Chen Fan raised his knife.
The tip of the knife was aimed at the black orb of light.
"You really are something."
"Overstepping authority has become a habit."
He brandished his knife.
It wasn't aimed at the ball of light.
It was a strike aimed deep into the relay station.
The Guanyin statue deep inside.
Like the red glow on one's body.
The blade struck the red light.
The red light cracked open.
Within the cracked red light.
Expose an interface.
There are words engraved on the interface.
"Old Guanyin interface."
"It has been exposed."
"Not withdrawn."
The chief editor's pupils contracted sharply again.
"You dare—"
Chen Fan's knife was already inserted into the interface.
The data in the black file followed the blade.
Influx into the interface.
They surged into the repeater station.
"Don't you like to use the concept of a 'recycled world' to intimidate people?"
"Those worlds."
"I can check that too."
Data flows through the relay station.
Break through layer after layer of seals.
After each layer of sealing.
It's all a world that's being recycled.
In those worlds.
There are always those who fail to overturn a verdict.
They all have the fate of being deleted.
Chen Fan's voice rang out.
"Relay station".
"Initiate reverse intrusion."
The chief scribe's metal body began to vibrate.
The signed documents on his person.
One after another, the lights went out.
"You're crazy."
"The relay station connects to the main court."
"You have hacked the relay station."
"The General Court will discover—"
"We discovered you have overstepped your authority."
Chen Fan interrupted him.
The target of the black file's data stream has been found.
Repeater station approval records.
In the records.
Densely packed.
All of them are the names of the chief editors.
All of them were unauthorized calls.
All of these operations were conducted without prior authorization or signature.
Chen Fan threw the record to the top of the tower.
Show it to everyone.
"The main court has discovered it."
Who should you contact first?
The face of the chief editor.
It's completely white now.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 490 The Broken Lottery Chain
The moment the data stream crashes into the repeater.
Chen Fan saw a chain.
It's not a chain.
It is a signature chain.
Each node is linked to the name of the chief writer.
The name is followed by permissions.
The number of times the permission can be invoked is indicated after the permission.
The frequency was extremely high.
countless.
"Seventh node master privileges".
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Place your finger on the nearest node.
The node lights up.
It's not white light.
It's a black account.
The same-origin interface of the Failure Sea is open.
Seawater flooded in.
It's not real water.
It's data.
Data on losers.
The failed plan was worth 3.6 million.
All rush into the staking chain.
The chain started to shake.
The chief editor suddenly looked up.
He sensed it.
The staking chain is deteriorating.
The nodes turned black one by one.
It spreads upwards from the bottom.
Like ink dripping into clear water.
It spread very quickly.
"you--"
He raised his hand to break the chain.
My hand just touched the node.
My fingertips turned black.
It's not dyed black.
It is contaminated.
The data from the sea of failures climbed up the fingertips.
It climbed up to my wrist.
It climbed up to my arm.
The metal support under the clothes started to rust.
It's not real rust.
It's data-level erosion.
The words engraved on the bracket began to blur.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"The ninth seat."
"Maintain the relay station."
"Do not leave without permission."
The lines faded away, one by one.
I can barely see it anymore.
"My signature authorization—"
The chief writer's voice changed.
Sharpens.
It became harsh and jarring.
He unrolled the scroll.
I want to request the removal of combat power.
The scroll was unrolled.
But there were no words on it.
The words didn't disappear.
The access permissions have been broken.
The place where the staking chain broke.
The interface was blank.
The interface is emitting black liquid.
The seawater of the Sea of Failure.
Sun Wukong laughed.
"military adviser."
"That chain broke beautifully."
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly.
The stick lit up.
The gold color was tinged with red light.
Take a step forward.
The floorboards broke.
He rushed up to the chief writer.
The stick came down.
It wasn't a head-smashing blow.
It's about smashing the body.
The outer layer of the entity.
That layer is like glass.
Transparent.
But it's very hard.
Smash it with a stick.
The outer layer is not broken.
But it cracked.
The crack started spreading from the point of impact.
Like a spider web.
One after another.
The chief editor wants to resign.
The foot just moved.
Three more chains of the pledge have broken.
It was a clean and decisive decision.
It wasn't Chen Fan who cut it.
It's Yang Jian.
The mark of Yang Jian in the fragments lit up.
A blade protrudes from the mark.
The blade precisely cut into the backup correction slot of the tag chain.
The calibration chain broke.
It broke at the root.
"Backup repairs—"
The chief editor bowed his head.
Looking at the cracked outer layer of the body.
The cracks are still widening.
The outer layer started to peel off.
It's not broken.
It's peeling off.
Like wall plaster.
One after another.
What's underneath is revealed.
It's not flesh and blood.
It's paper.
The paper was densely packed.
The paper was covered with writing.
All of them are signature records.
All of these were unauthorized actions.
All of these were unauthorized data calls.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
No wonder you wanted to delete it.
"These papers."
"Send it to the main court."
"Enough for you to die ten times over."
The chief writer looked up.
His face was expressionless.
But my hands are shaking.
He threw the reel on the ground.
Grasp the outer layer of your chest with both hands.
Tear it with force.
Tear open a large gash.
The mouth lit up.
It's not light.
It is energy.
The energy of the entire repeater group.
Energy begins to gather.
Converging towards one point.
That spot is on his heart.
"You broke the chain of signatures."
"The repair is interrupted."
"Then give it a try—"
He yelled it out.
The roar was mixed with the noise of the data stream.
"Can we stop the entire repeater group from self-destructing?!"
The energy point began to expand.
It spreads from the heart to the whole body.
The entire space was shaking.
The reversal sequence at the top of the tower begins to jump.
The numbers jumped around very fast.
It's not an increase.
It's an alarm call.
Self-destruction countdown.
The countdown timer is on.
ten seconds.
Nine seconds.
Eight seconds.
Chen Fan didn't move.
He raised his hand.
He made a finger gesture in the air.
Draw a line.
The line connects to the sequence of reversals of verdicts.
A new entry pops up in the sequence.
"Relay station cluster".
"Full node".
"Temporarily included in the list of cases to be overturned."
"Assets pending review"
"Self-destruction is prohibited."
The moment the entry pops up.
The countdown has stopped.
Stop at five seconds.
The energy is still within the chief writer's body.
But it stopped moving.
It solidified.
It was as if time had stopped.
"What—"
The chief editor bowed his head.
Look at your chest.
The energy points are still there.
But it was blocked by something.
A transparent shell.
There are words engraved on the shell.
"Reversal of verdicts in asset classification."
"During the review period."
Freeze all operations.
The handwriting is very new.
It looks brand new, like it was just written.
The chief writer raised his hand.
Press your hand on the shell.
The shell didn't move.
He smashed it hard.
It can't be broken.
"My self-destruct privileges—"
He raised his head.
He stared at Chen Fan.
His eyes were bloodshot.
"How could you seal it off?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
The data stream in the black file behind him lit up.
A line of text popped up in the data stream.
"The seventh node master."
"Has provisional jurisdiction over the assets pending review."
"Source of permission—"
The words paused for a moment.
Jump again.
"No moral system."
Version 2.7.
"The series of reversals."
The chief editor's face changed completely.
It's not white.
It's gray.
It was so gray it looked almost black.
"No."
"wrong."
"Self-destruct is a low-level permission of the relay station."
"The reversal of verdicts cannot be contained—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Another piece of the outer layer on my chest has fallen off.
The fragments fell to the ground.
Turn into paper.
The words on the paper began to change.
Faded.
It becomes blurry.
Finally, it disappeared.
It's not deletion.
It is cancelled.
The chain of signatures has been completely broken.
All permissions have been completely lost.
One by one, the repeater connections went out.
From bottom to top.
From the inner layer to the outer layer.
to the end.
Only the chief editor remained.
Standing in the empty stage.
There were broken chains all around.
Black water is dripping from the chain connector.
Tick tock.
The sound was piercing.
Sun Wukong took a step forward.
The stick was pointed at his head.
"Outer layer".
"All peeled."
"It's time to show the real deal."
The chief editor didn't move.
He kept his head down.
Hands hanging down at your sides.
The clothes are torn.
The metal support frame is exposed.
The words on the stand were all blurred.
Can't see clearly.
But the support structure is still in place.
Center of the support.
Chest area.
Something is shining.
It's not energy.
It is light.
A very faint light.
Black light.
Chen Fan saw it.
The thing emerged from the support.
Gradually detaching.
It's rising little by little.
Suspended in mid-air.
A black signature.
There was a single character engraved on the seal.
The writing is old.
It's so old it's almost impossible to see clearly.
But it is still recognizable.
"total."
Sun Wukong gripped his staff tightly.
"This is--"
Chen Fan stared at the signature.
The signature is being transferred.
very slow.
Each rotation.
The black light intensifies.
A sound echoed in the space.
That wasn't the chief editor's voice.
It's a mechanical sound.
It was cold and icy.
It came from the seal.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"Ninth seat confirmed."
"Unauthorized operation".
"Recorded."
The signature and seal are transferred faster.
Black light condenses.
They surged in one direction.
Chen Fan saw it.
That direction.
Not on repeater station.
Not in the sea of failure.
In the sky.
horizon.
There is an even bigger shadow.
It is slowly turning around.
(End of this chapter)
#Chapter 491 The Black Seal
The signing and printing process has completely stopped.
The black light stopped spinning.
It hangs there.
Like a black heart.
Chen Fan stared at it.
The system displayed a label.
"Black signature."
"The power of the chief scribe is made tangible."
"The real power chain of the recycling court."
"Exclusively for the Ninth Seat."
Below the label is a line of smaller text.
It keeps flashing.
"If we can take it."
"We can follow the trail to find the deeper coordinates of the recycling courtyard."
"If they escape..."
"The consequences will be endless."
Chen Fan didn't move.
He has seen many instances of power manifested in tangible form.
The white mark of the overturned case sequence.
A monument to the sea of failure.
Repeater station approval records.
But this thing in front of me.
Different.
The black signature has raised lines on its surface.
It wasn't engraved on.
It was left behind by signing.
Every single line.
Both were instances of exceeding authority.
Every single line.
They were all commands that had been tampered with.
Densely packed.
Layer upon layer.
The signature is in the breath.
It is really breathing.
It shrinks slightly.
The black light dims by one degree.
It expands slightly.
The black light intensifies.
The pace is very slow.
Like some kind of creature sleeping.
A voice rang in Chen Fan's ears.
It belongs to Si Mo.
It came from a very far place.
"That thing—"
"I've never even touched the actual Eighth Tower."
The sound was very soft.
With apprehension.
Chen Fan withdrew his hand.
The Eighth Tower.
The owner of the failed material library.
That monk can erase the fate of a failed product.
But he never took that thing.
Black signature.
It has always been held by the chief writer.
How many years have we held hands?
no one knows.
The shadow on the horizon drew closer.
That's a larger outline.
It was gray and hazy.
There was light shimmering at the edges of the outline.
It's not black light.
It's not white light.
It's a certain kind of old yellow.
Like paper that's been sitting out for a long time.
"The General Court has signed the warrant."
"Ninth seat confirmed."
"The recycling court chain is complete."
The mechanical sound rang out again.
It came from the seal.
The seal began to shrink.
Rapid contraction.
It is being recycled.
It was handed over to the chief editor.
Chen Fan saw the chief writer.
He stood in the darkness.
The metal support under the sleeve was fully exposed.
The light on the stand was on.
One lamp after another.
All of them are marked with signatures.
His face was still pale.
But there was something in my eye.
It's not fear.
It is a kind of determination.
That kind of determination.
Chen Fan had seen it in the sea of failure.
It is the determination of a loser to fight desperately.
"Take it back."
The chief writer spoke.
The sound was very soft.
"All our strength."
"Take it back."
The signature suddenly exploded.
It didn't shatter.
It is an expansion.
It unfolds into countless lines.
Every line is black.
Every line is jumping.
Jump very fast.
The ends of those lines.
What is it connected to?
Chen Fan noticed that the repeater was shaking.
The global map is shaking.
The sea of failure is trembling.
The entire Eighth Tower was shaking.
"He is conserving all his strength."
Si Mo's voice rang out again.
"He wants to protect the seal."
"At any cost."
The black seal began to rotate.
Much faster than before.
Each rotation.
Those lines have one more layer.
Each rotation.
The black light became denser.
The chief writer's stand began to glow.
The light climbed up his arm.
Climb up to their shoulders.
It climbed up to my chest.
It climbed onto my face.
He was radiant.
Black light.
"you--"
"Nobody can touch it."
He gritted his teeth.
My teeth are chattering.
The signature marks on the bracket lit up one by one.
Each one lights up.
His face paled a fraction.
That doesn't consume spiritual energy.
It takes a toll on your life.
He was risking his life to protect the seal.
Chen Fan didn't rush to make a move.
He instructed the system to start recording.
A new page pops up.
It's all covered in the patterns of signatures and stamps.
One by one.
List them clearly.
There are markings below the texture.
"Identifiable signature features."
"Feature matching in progress."
"Matching the seventh node of the overturned verdict sequence—"
"Match failed".
Chen Fan frowned.
The features of the seventh node do not match.
That thing.
It uses a different signing logic.
The chief editor suddenly laughed.
"Want to learn?"
"You can't learn it."
He raised his hand.
The seal rose in response to his gesture.
Rise to the top of your head.
Rise to the highest point.
Then it exploded.
It's not fried.
It is release.
It releases a massive amount of text.
It was all orders.
All of them are commands to be deleted.
Every single one was signed with a deposit.
Each one was stamped with a black mark.
They spread out in the space.
It covers the entire repeater station.
Cover the entire map.
A sea of failures.
Chen Fan saw those orders.
Densely packed.
It came crashing down like a torrential downpour.
Each command was accompanied by a black light.
Every command was being shouted.
What are you shouting for?
Demand deletion.
Shout "wipe it out."
Tell them to forget it.
The sounds overlapped.
The shock was so intense it made people's scalps tingle.
Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel.
"military adviser."
"These orders—"
"Don't touch it."
Chen Fan nodded.
He figured it out.
Every command is live.
Live signature.
Living authority.
Annihilation of the living.
If you touched it.
It will then be stained with a black mark.
It got on me.
It just can't be cleared.
They will be relentlessly hunted down.
They chased him to his death.
They were hunted down until they were wiped out.
They were hunted down until they were forgotten.
The chief writer stood in the rain, issuing orders.
He is laughing.
Come on.
"Come and get it."
"I see you—"
"What can we use to touch it?"
He opened his arms.
A black signature hangs above his head.
Continuously released.
It continues to expand.
The space is getting increasingly cramped.
The number of orders is increasing.
Chen Fan took a step back.
The system is still recording.
Record those talisman patterns.
Record the format of those commands.
Record every contraction of the black signature.
"Don't rush to touch it."
Chen Fan said.
"Let it be displayed first."
"Let's talk after we've shown enough."
He stared at the bottom of the signature.
There is a very fine line there.
It is not an order.
These are coordinates.
A set of extremely complex coordinates.
The system is parsing.
Little by little.
Extract the coordinates from the texture.
There's something in the coordinates.
It is the fulcrum of the recycling courtyard.
The seventh fulcrum.
The eighth fulcrum.
The ninth fulcrum.
One by one.
They all surfaced.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
Follow this line.
You can find a deeper part of the recycling courtyard.
It is deeper than the sea of failure.
It's even deeper than a repeater station.
It is deeper than the Eighth Tower.
The chief editor discovered it.
His face changed.
"You are--"
"What are you looking at?"
He raised his hand.
I want to cover up the black signature.
But it was too late.
The system has finished recording.
All coordinates have been entered into the database.
Chen Fan raised his head.
He hasn't spoken yet.
A new notification suddenly popped up in the system.
It wasn't something he triggered on his own.
It was sent proactively.
From the series of reversals.
From the seventh node.
The prompt is very short.
There is only one line of text.
"Node signing rules".
"Unlocked".
"Can be initiated—"
"Node verification".
Chen Fan stared at the line of text.
Node verification.
A new way to play.
New authority.
New conflict.
The black stamp was spinning above his head.
The command is still being issued.
The space is still being submerged.
But what Chen Fan saw was not being submerged.
It's an opportunity.
He stretched out his hand.
The white mark of the overturned case sequence emerged.
White seal against black seal.
The two lights collided.
New sounds echoed in the space.
It's not a mechanical sound.
It's the sound of a reversal sequence.
"The seventh node".
"Confirm the signature."
"capacity--"
"Releasing"
The face of the chief editor.
It's completely broken.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 492 Node Matching
White seal against black seal.
The two lights collided.
The space began to shake.
It's not the ground shaking.
It is the rules themselves that are shaking.
Chen Fan saw the black seal above his head stop.
It's still spinning.
But the rotation is unstable.
It felt like something was stuck in my throat.
The chief editor's face was unrecognizable.
He stared at Chen Fan.
Mouth open.
It won't close.
"you--"
"How dare you sign it?"
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He stared at the black signature.
The white mark of the overturned verdict sequence is expanding.
Round and round.
Force the black light back.
"Lottery Rules"
"You decided it yourself."
Chen Fan said.
"Now you think I wouldn't dare?"
New sounds echoed in the space.
It's not a mechanical sound.
The reversal sequence is being broadcast.
The sound traveled out.
It was transmitted to the seventh tower.
The news spread to Flower Fruit Mountain.
The message was relayed to all those listening in.
"The seventh node".
"Initiate node verification".
"Black signature."
"Ninth seat signed."
"Please prove your legitimacy."
The projection at the top of the tower was fully lit.
The monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain raised their heads.
They saw two seals floating in the sky.
A white one.
A black one.
Chen Fan stood below the white seal.
The chief scribe stood below the black seal.
The Bull Demon King squeezed to the front.
"Is the strategist fighting against the imperial seal?"
The Rakshasa woman narrowed her eyes.
"It's not a fight."
"It's a correct match."
"A war of systems."
The little demon beside him couldn't understand.
"What do you mean?"
The Rakshasa woman offered no explanation.
She stared at the projection.
My hands clenched tightly.
The Seventh Tower.
Those who were merely observing also stood up.
They saw that the top of the tower had refreshed.
The capacity for overturning verdicts is increasing.
Each jump.
The white mark becomes brighter by one point.
The black mark becomes one shade darker.
Someone asked.
"What is a 'matching agreement'?"
The person next to him shook his head.
"Never seen it before."
"They judge each other with their signatures and seals."
"The winner stays."
"The loser is demoted."
"The seventh node is—"
"Sue the person with the black signature."
A sound emanated from the black seal.
That wasn't the chief editor's voice.
It is speaking for itself.
It was cold and icy.
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Signature and seal system".
"High efficiency".
"unified."
"Controllable".
"The old recycling system."
"Scattered."
"Inefficient".
"Uncontrollable".
"Reversal rate".
"Less than one in a thousand."
"The Sea of Failure".
"A total of 3.6 million plans."
"No one is handling it."
"This is the account of the old system."
The black light expanded along with the sound.
It lists the data.
One by one.
high speed.
"Recycling rate".
"Ninety-nine point seven percent."
"False deletion rate".
"Less than one in ten thousand."
"Pre-trial accuracy rate".
"Ninety-eight percent."
"That's the efficiency of the new sequence."
The data is projected onto the top of the tower.
Everyone saw it.
The black signature says.
"The old system."
"He's already dead."
"The series of reversals."
"On what grounds should I be resurrected?"
The white mark vibrated.
Chen Fan felt the pressure.
The data with the black stamp is genuine.
High recovery rate.
Low rate of accidental deletion.
Preliminary ruling approved.
These figures are accurate.
But he looked up.
"The data looks good."
"Where's the bill?"
He stretched out his hand.
The scroll of the reversal sequence unfolds.
It is not a failed solution.
It's an account.
"Your recycling rate."
"Ninety-nine point seven."
"What were you recycling?"
Chen Fan clicked on the first page.
"Among the 3.6 million failed plans."
"There are 400,000."
"It was a misjudgment."
"Your accidental deletion rate."
"One in ten thousand."
"But you didn't count."
"Pre-trial editing does not count as accidental deletion."
"Pre-trial is deletion in advance."
"Not included in the accidental deletion rate."
Use the scroll to turn the page.
The data is fluctuating.
"Pre-trial accuracy rate".
Ninety-eight.
"But the basis for the preliminary ruling."
"What is it?"
Chen Fan's voice was very low.
"It is the interface between Buddhism and the Heavenly Court."
"You've accessed their privileges."
"Pre-determination".
"Delete it in advance."
"Is this what they call pre-trial accuracy?"
He clicked on the next page.
"This is called a dirty tent."
The black light began to become unstable.
Chen Fan continued.
"You have invoked General Court authority."
"Unauthorized operation".
"Without a signature or signature."
"Unauthorized alteration of records".
"Relay station's approval record."
"It's all your name."
"It's all an overreach of authority."
"It's all dirty work."
He threw the data onto the top of the tower.
One by one.
Clearly and distinctly.
"Mind your own business."
"It's called high efficiency."
"Call it Unity."
"Call it controllable."
Chen Fan raised his head.
Staring at the black signature.
"Mind your own business."
"Is it called compassion?"
The space became quiet.
Even the black signature stopped.
No more reposting.
He stopped talking.
The chief editor knelt on the ground.
His support system began to crack.
Pieces of metal were falling off.
The bottom is exposed.
The bottom is empty.
There was nothing there.
Only the black light of the signature was holding it up.
The observers were outraged.
"Black signature—"
"Is that how it works?"
"A misjudgment of 400,000."
"Does pre-trial editing not count as accidental deletion?"
"An interface between Buddhism and Heaven?"
"This is fucking recycling."
"Or are we cooperating with the Heavenly Court to kill people?"
Huaguo Mountain.
All the monsters stood up.
The Bull Demon King roared.
"military adviser!"
"Take down this broken seal!"
The Rakshasa woman stared at the projection.
My grip loosened.
She smiled.
"We won."
The top of the seventh tower.
The number of cases being overturned is still increasing.
The numbers are increasing rapidly.
The white mark is getting brighter.
The black mark grew darker and darker.
Chen Fan withdrew his hand.
"Your bill."
"I've finished translating."
"You say the old system is dead."
"Then look carefully."
"Who's interrogating you now?"
The white mark pressed down.
The black mark has begun to be downgraded.
Its light is shattering.
It peels off layer by layer.
The core inside is exposed.
The core is black.
But the blackness isn't pure.
It contains impurities.
There are cracks.
There's something dirty.
The sound of the reversal sequence rang out.
"Black signature."
"Downgraded to an item pending review."
"Recycling system".
"Service suspended".
"Pending trial"
"The overturned verdict sequence takes over and reclaims authority."
The sound reached everyone.
Cheers erupted from Huaguo Mountain.
Inside the Seventh Tower, all the eavesdropping factions were discussing the matter.
Only Chen Fan didn't move.
He stared at the core of the black signature.
The core remains.
It's not broken.
It's just a downgrade.
It is pending review.
The chief writer looked up.
His face was covered in cracks.
But he was smiling.
"What do you think?"
"You won already?"
He raised his hand.
Pointing to the horizon.
"Black signature."
"The ninth seat."
"That's what you're reviewing."
"Not the main court."
"There are still eight in the main court."
"Eight signatures and seals."
"Can you handle all the interrogations?"
That shadow on the horizon.
It's even bigger now.
It is turning around.
Chen Fan saw it.
That was an even bigger blackness.
It is ten times larger than a black signature.
It pressed down on the sky.
Descending.
The calls for a reversal of the verdict have resurfaced.
"The matching process will proceed to the final judgment."
"Proof of actual carrying capacity is required."
"The seventh node".
"Please do this in reality."
"Let's fight another match."
Chen Fan raised his head.
The dark shadow on the horizon was drawing near.
It's not a signature.
It is something more substantial.
The chief editor stood up.
The support structure is completely broken.
But he was still smiling.
"Proof of load-bearing capacity".
Do you know what it is?
"It means you have to be in reality."
"Break through the General Court's defenses."
"Can you break through?"
The dark shadow descended.
It's clear now in the projection.
That's a tower.
One after another.
They're all recycling towers.
The tube was covered in black stamps.
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze.
He turned around.
Head out of the seventh tower.
"beat."
He pushed open the door.
The direction of Huaguo Mountain.
A demonic aura filled the sky.
Chapter 493 Proof of Bearing Capacity
The black seal began to rotate.
It's not slow rotation.
It's a sharp turn.
The entire repeater station was shaking.
The chief editor's frame was broken, but he was still laughing. The laughter was squeezed out of his throat, like air leaking from a broken bellows.
"Proof of load-bearing capacity".
"It's not just talk."
"You're the one who has to shoulder the burden."
He finished speaking.
The black signature has stopped.
next second.
The pressure came crashing down.
It's not light.
It is not a data stream.
It was something heavier. It pressed directly onto the seventh tower. The reversal sequence at the top of the tower instantly turned completely red.
The alarm blared.
Every floor of the seventh tower was resounding.
The red color poured down from the top of the tower.
One layer after another.
"Carrying capacity—"
"Seventy-three percent."
"It's still rising."
Chen Fan stood at the top of the tower.
The ground beneath my feet was shaking.
Cracks spread downwards along the tower. Black light emanated from the cracks in the bricks. The black light surged out and rushed towards Flower Fruit Mountain.
Huaguo Mountain is now illuminated.
The demonic energy exploded.
The red color climbs up from the foot of the mountain.
The whole mountain was shaking.
"They're here."
Bai Jingjing's voice came from the furnace grill.
She stood in the center of the furnace mesh array.
The furnace mesh behind them was spinning.
It was burning red.
"The Bull Demon King!"
She shouted.
The Bull Demon King has arrived.
He stood on the ridge.
The phantom of the blue ox rose up from behind.
The phantom image is taller than a mountain.
"No problem."
He clapped his hands down.
The illusory image of the blue ox followed along, taking pictures.
He slapped the furnace network node with his palm.
The node lights up.
Like a nail.
Nailed to the mountains.
The mountain shook.
The red color spread a little slower.
But it didn't stop.
Xiaoqing rushed out of the Water Curtain Cave.
He was holding the entire underground river's water vein in his hand.
Water veins condensed into ice chains.
She threw it out.
Ice chains got tangled around the edge of the furnace mesh.
"stable--"
She gritted her teeth.
The ice chains snapped straight.
Water vapor evaporates.
The furnace mesh temperature is too high.
The ice chains are melting.
But she's holding on.
"Expand capacity."
Chen Fan's voice came from the top of the tower.
He connected to three nodes simultaneously.
The data stream from the failed sea surged into the pressure pool.
The list database is stacked on top of it.
The discarded drafts were piled on top.
All three abandoned spaces were opened.
All were connected to a temporary pressure tank.
The capacity value of the pressure tank jumped up.
They jump incredibly fast.
But the pressure from black-labeled signatures is also increasing.
"Eighty-one percent."
"Eighty-seven."
"Ninety-two—"
The number of cases overturned is about to explode.
Tali.
Buddhist temple.
Tang Sanzang sat on the ground.
The scriptures were spread all over the floor.
These are all original records from the overturned verdict pool.
He pressed his finger on the record.
My fingertips are turning white.
"We can't let it go."
His voice was very steady.
But sweat was dripping from his forehead.
The words in the reversal pool are dancing.
The scriptures floated upwards.
The records of overturning the verdict are being pushed back down.
Two streams are in conflict.
Tang Sanzang pressed down on the sutra scroll.
The scriptures were shaking.
It was shaking so badly it looked like it was about to fall apart.
He pressed down on the record of the reversal of the verdict with his other hand.
Both hands are pressing down.
"We can't let it go."
He repeated it again.
His voice was hoarse.
The person observing the scriptures stood by the window of the pagoda.
He held the anchor of the overturning case pool in his hand.
The anchor is in the earthquake.
He pressed the anchor into the wall.
The wall tiles are cracked.
But the anchor held steady.
"continue."
He shouted down the tower.
Over at Simo Tower.
All the writers are in the tower.
The ink pool churned.
The pool water overflowed.
It spilled on the ground.
The ink stains solidify into new evidence.
The evidence forms a network.
Fix the overturning pool in place.
The words written by the scribe were all trembling.
Every stroke was trembling.
But none of them stopped writing.
The pressure from the black stamp is still building.
Pour it into the seventh tower.
Pour it into Flower and Fruit Mountain.
Pour into the pressure tank.
Cracks began to appear at the edge of the pressure tank.
The cracks resemble a spider web.
But the pool didn't collapse.
Failed.
The data in the discarded draft layer began to absorb the pressure.
Absorb it.
Transformation.
The part that cannot be converted.
Send it to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong is outside.
He's hitting.
The golden cudgel slammed into the chief scribe's protective seal.
One layer of the protective seal was broken.
But another layer immediately forms.
The chief editor's face was contorted.
"You can't handle it."
"The pressure to recycle black signatures."
Do you know how many years this has been piling up?
"Several thousand years."
"Something that hasn't been recycled for thousands of years."
"Press it all down."
"What makes you think you can shoulder this responsibility?"
Sun Wukong grinned.
Her teeth are very white.
"I will carry the Five Finger Mountain with me."
He smashed it down with a stick.
The protective seal is completely shattered.
The chief writer flew out.
It crashed into the wreckage of the repeater.
The support fragments bounced up.
It pierced his shoulder.
He didn't cry out in pain.
Still laughing.
Hitting me won't help.
"The pressure has been released."
"You can't handle it—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Sun Wukong turned around.
With his back to the chief writer.
Facing the black signature.
The golden cudgel was held horizontally in front of him.
The rod began to shine.
A burst of golden light erupted.
Golden light meets black light.
The two beams of light collided.
Space distortion.
The repeater station is broken.
The fragments floated upwards.
It drifted between the two beams of light.
It evaporated instantly.
Sun Wukong's arm was trembling.
The golden cudgel is howling.
But he didn't back down.
Golden light emanated from his body.
All overload impacts.
All of it was directed towards the sky.
heaven.
That bigger shadow.
It's turning around.
The impact crashed into it.
The shadow paused.
It didn't turn around.
Stopped.
at the same time.
Bottom of the pressure tank.
A number popped up.
"Carrying capacity—"
"Ninety-nine percent."
Stopped.
Not even one hundred.
The pool didn't collapse.
Bai Jingjing looked up.
The Bull Demon King looked up.
Xiao Qing looked up.
Everyone was staring at that number.
Ninety-nine percent.
It's stable now.
It's not just stable.
The numbers started to drop.
Ninety-eight.
Ninety-six.
"Ninety-three—"
The pressure from the black stamp is decreasing.
But the weakening is not due to the withdrawal.
It's because it's absorbed.
The cracks in the pressure tank began to heal.
The place where it heals.
New patterns are growing.
The patterns are black.
It was as black as a black signature.
But the lines seep inwards.
It seeped into the bottom of the pool.
Infiltrate the sea of failure.
Infiltrate the list database.
It seeps into the discarded manuscript layer.
Chen Fan's system interface popped up.
New tip.
A cold, mechanical sound.
"Pressure tank".
"Absorb deletion and modification commands."
"Transformation in progress—"
"Added capacity."
"From the black seal."
The black signature is still spinning.
But it releases pressure.
It is now being used as fuel in the pressurized pool.
The chief editor saw it.
His smile froze on his face.
"impossible."
"This is the seal of the main court—"
Chen Fan turned around.
Look at him.
"The seal of the General Court."
"Now it's mine."
The black signature trembled.
It was as if they had heard it.
horizon.
That shadow that stopped.
It's spinning again.
But this time it's not heading to Flower Fruit Mountain.
It means moving backward.
They retreated into the clouds.
Missed.
Chapter 494 Eating the Deletion and Modification Command
The black signature is spinning.
But this time the transfer was wrong.
The chief editor stared at it.
The deletion or modification instructions released by the signature.
The seventh tower should have been submerged.
The reversal sequence should have been pushed back.
But those instructions came down.
It has fallen to the bottom.
It stopped mid-air.
Above Chen Fan's head.
The pressure tank has opened.
In the pool.
Those deletion and modification commands are being injected into it.
"you--"
The chief writer's voice changed.
"Are you using delete/modify commands?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He stood at the bottom of the pressure pool.
The white imprint of the overturned case sequence floats in the pool.
The white mark is being absorbed.
Each delete/modify instruction is absorbed.
The white mark becomes brighter by one point.
The chief editor saw it.
The delete and modify commands are not blocked.
It was swallowed.
Swallow it.
Digest it.
Fuel that is converted into white ink.
"These are the rules of the General Court."
"What right do you have to eat this?"
The chief editor roared.
Chen Fan raised his head.
"Because you overstepped your authority."
"Rules for unauthorized access".
"It's a vulnerability in itself."
He raised his hand.
The white seal turned a page.
page.
The old recycling rules were listed one by one.
They're all included in the delete/modify commands.
The chief writer signed them all himself.
All of these were unauthorized actions.
"When you invoke these rules."
"Didn't you expect a backlash?"
Chen Fan asked.
The chief editor's face froze.
Of course he knew.
Every instance of unauthorized access.
They all left themselves leverage.
But those incriminating evidence are only valid within the General Court.
Outsiders cannot obtain it.
Outsiders cannot understand it.
But Chen Fan got it.
It has also been analyzed.
The rules on the white seal are still listed.
The list keeps growing.
From dozens of items.
Up to several hundred.
Up to a thousand.
Densely packed.
All of them are the names of the chief editors.
All of them were unauthorized signatures.
The chief editor stepped back.
He stepped on the broken support frame.
My foot slipped.
I almost fell.
But his hands were not idle.
He was making hand seals.
I want to disconnect the signature.
The seal jolted.
The black signature is still spinning.
However, it outputs deletion and modification commands.
It's starting to decrease.
"Trying to run away?"
Chen Fan took a step forward.
The pressure tank moved with him.
The pool was pressed down.
Simply cover the black signature.
The signature/printing mechanism is stuck.
The black beam of light was cut off by the pressure tank.
All deletion and modification commands were entered into the pool.
The chief scribe paused, his hand forming a hand seal.
He sensed the signature was resisting.
Resist his control.
"impossible."
He gritted his teeth.
Then perform the hand seal.
The signature remains unchanged.
Chen Fan ignored him.
He stared at the white mark.
White Seal has already finished analyzing the old rules.
The reversal sequence began to reorganize itself.
The loopholes in those old rules.
They were marked out one by one.
Underneath the white mark.
New terms are being generated.
"Recall the clause prohibiting unauthorized use of power."
Chen Fan read it aloud.
The white mark vibrated.
New terms and conditions were imposed.
It was pushed into the reversal sequence.
The chief scribe saw those words.
His face was completely ripped apart.
Unauthorized recycling is prohibited.
These six words.
He knows it too well.
The General Court also has this clause.
But that was used to restrict lower-level scribes.
Now it's the other way around.
He is the one being restricted now.
"You have no right to write this."
His voice was hoarse.
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
"Did you have authority when you overstepped your bounds?"
The chief editor was speechless.
The white clause is still being generated.
One after another.
Fill in the sequence of cases to be overturned.
Each line is filled in.
The black signature is one shade darker.
The chief scribe sensed that the seal was weakening.
It's not consumption.
It was eaten.
It was swallowed by the pressure tank.
It was eaten by the white mark.
He was eaten up by his own overstepping of authority.
"Turn it off."
He roared.
The hand that was making a hand gesture was changed to a clenched fist.
He wanted to forcibly shut down the signature.
The printing press shook the ground.
The black light suddenly surged.
But it rose quickly.
It disappears even faster.
The pressure tank directly presses down.
It swallowed all the black light.
It was swallowed clean.
A sound came from the pool.
It's a mechanical sound.
But this time the mechanical sound was white.
"The seventh node".
"Confirmed recycling".
"Unauthorized clause".
"Reverse generation in progress."
The chief editor's eyes widened.
He saw it beneath the black signature.
A white mark emerged.
It's not Chen Fan's white mark.
It's his own signature.
It is turning white.
Chen Fan saw it too.
This is what he's been waiting for.
"Your signature."
"I have accepted it as my master."
He said.
The chief editor's face completely fell.
He turned and tried to run away.
But in the instant he turned around...
A stick came crashing down.
It crashed into the void in front of him.
Space has cracked.
The crack blocked his escape route.
Sun Wukong stood at the entrance of the tower.
The stick was still pressing on the crack.
"Why are you running?"
"Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now?"
He bared his teeth.
The chief editor returned it.
He retreated to the center of the space.
The signature was still in the air.
But the black color has faded considerably.
White is becoming increasingly prevalent.
Those white clauses.
They are taking over control of the signing and sealing process.
horizon.
The projection is still there.
The shadow of the main court still stands there.
But the shadow remained still.
It's looking this way.
Watching the black signature gradually turn white.
Seeing the chief editor blocked from all sides.
The sound echoed again in the space.
This time it wasn't a mechanical voice.
It's the sound of metal rubbing together.
It comes from the end of the earth's veins.
It's very far.
But it's very clear.
"The seventh node".
"Node verification".
"Under investigation".
The sound paused.
Then it rang again.
"Judgment bias".
"The seventh node is dominant."
The chief editor heard it.
His shoulders slumped.
It's completely collapsed.
Node verification.
He initiated it.
He wanted to crush Chen Fan with the black seal.
He was crushed to death.
It was him.
Once the results of the matching are in, the outcome will be determined.
The black seal began to rotate.
But the direction it turned changed.
It used to be counter-clockwise.
It's clockwise now.
Rotate clockwise.
It's like water being poured back in.
It flowed back to the main court.
The chief editor sensed it.
The main building's recycling tower.
One after another.
The shutdown has begun.
It wasn't destroyed.
It was recycled.
It was backfired by the black seal.
He looked up sharply.
He stared at Chen Fan.
"You can't take it."
"This belongs to the main court."
Chen Fan looked at him.
"You're not going to give it to me."
"I'm going to take it anyway."
He raised his hand.
The white seal has fully unfolded.
The reversal sequence flew out.
Rows of clauses covered the black signature.
The seal is still spinning.
But the more it turns, the whiter it becomes.
The chief editor suddenly laughed.
His smile looked forced.
"You think that's all?"
He stretched out his hand.
The finger touched the signature.
It's not a hand gesture.
The key point is at the core.
The core of the signature and seal.
That was a black dot.
The black dots began to glow.
It's not black light.
It is red.
"Self-destruct command."
Chen Fan squinted.
The chief writer's fingers were already burning hot.
"I can't take it."
"You can forget about taking it."
#Chapter 495 You're Not Allowed to Blow It Up
A red light appeared.
Self-destruct command.
The core of the seal is burning.
The chief writer's fingers were already red.
The skin cracked.
Black patterns were visible inside.
"I can't take it."
"You can forget about taking it."
Chen Fan stared at him.
He didn't say anything.
The white seal in his hand unfolded.
The reversal sequence flew out.
But it's not wrapped around the signature.
It was directed to the chief editor.
"freeze."
Apply the white sticker.
It's not a sticker.
The sticker is on the wrist of the chief writer.
The chief editor was stunned.
"Are you going to freeze me?"
Chen Fan ignored him.
With a flick of the wrist.
New things are emerging.
That's the access granted by the Eighth Tower.
Si Mo's voice rang out.
"The frozen border has been repaired."
"The secondment of the Eighth Tower has been confirmed."
"Pending review and frozen."
"In effect".
The white seal climbed up the chief scribe's arm.
Climb up to their shoulders.
It climbed up to my chest.
The chief editor wants to resign.
It cannot be refunded.
The white mark had already covered half of his body.
He looked down.
The smile on her face disappeared.
"Are you crazy?"
"This is the self-destruction of the signature—"
"Will you freeze my signature while I freeze yours?"
"What's the use?"
Chen Fan raised his hand.
Pointing to the signature.
"Who says I'm not cold?"
The voice just fell.
The red light on the seal paused for a moment.
It doesn't darken.
It means to stop.
Black mark on the surface.
White lines began to appear.
One by one.
It looks like a seal.
The chief writer's expression changed.
"This is--"
"A mechanism for handling malicious reversals of verdicts?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Just finished."
"I have to thank you."
"You're not going to burn it?"
"I didn't know it could be used like this."
More and more white lines are appearing.
Densely packed.
Cover the entire signature.
The red light is still there.
But it can't see through.
It felt like being locked in a cage.
The chief editor was watching.
My hands are still burning hot.
But the white marks had already crept up to my fingers.
Wrap it up one by one.
He couldn't lift his hand.
"you--"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A whooshing sound came from behind.
The Golden Cudgel.
It crashed down.
The chief editor turned around.
He saw it.
Sun Wukong.
But it wasn't the usual Sun Wukong.
He was covered with fragments of a book.
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings.
It was borrowed from Yang Xiaosheng.
Golden eyes.
Three.
Open your eyes wide.
"Old man."
"What did you just say you were going to fry?"
The stick fell.
The chief editor wanted to hide.
Wrapped in white.
I can't move.
The stick hit him.
It wasn't smashed.
It was smashed apart.
The chief scribe's body.
The cracks start from the core.
Black mist seeped out of the crack.
He was still smiling.
His smile looked forced.
"Headquarters—"
"I will see you—"
Chen Fan stepped forward.
"Let him see."
They hit me with the stick again.
This time.
The chief editor's body completely collapsed.
Black mist surged out.
They surged in all directions.
But they didn't disperse.
Wrapped in white.
Wrap it into a ball.
Black mist churned inside.
It rolls slower and slower.
Finally, it stopped moving.
The ball fell.
fall to the ground.
It smashed a hole.
Chen Fan picked it up.
The ball is very small.
Large fingernails.
Inside was sealed the last fragment of the chief scribe's work.
It's still spinning.
It rotates very slowly.
Gone.
Sun Wukong put away his staff.
The third eye closed.
Yang Jian's fragment flew away.
Fly back towards the Seventh Tower.
He looked at the ball in Chen Fan's hand.
"Dead?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"He's dead."
look up.
Look at the signature above your head.
The signature is still there.
It was completely covered by white stripes.
The red light has completely disappeared.
It hovered in the air.
I'm not sharing this anymore.
Chen Fan reached out his hand.
The signature fell down.
It landed in the palm of my hand.
Black background with white stripes.
It looks like a stamp.
But the characters engraved on the seal have changed.
The inscription originally read "General Court Signature".
The inscription now reads "Pending Review".
There was also a line of smaller text next to it.
"Seventh Node Loot"
"Downgraded evidence preservation".
Si Mo's voice rang out again.
"The chief editor has been dismissed."
"The black signature is retained."
"Included in the list of cases to be overturned."
"To bear".
"Release complete."
The space quieted down.
All the black light disappeared.
The pressure is gone.
Chen Fan toyed with the signature in his hand.
Turn it over.
There's another mark on the back.
That's a number.
"Nine".
Ninth seat.
He recalled what the chief editor had said.
"The General Court will see you."
He smiled.
Put the signature away.
"Let him see."
"Let him see properly."
He turned and walked out.
Sun Wukong followed.
"Where to?"
Chen Fan pointed outside the seventh tower.
"go back."
"Get ready for the draw."
The entrance to the Seventh Tower.
Simo stood there.
He was holding a notebook in his hands.
They saw Chen Fan come out.
He opened the booklet.
"Bearing capacity verification has been completed."
"The seventh node will directly sign against the ninth seat of the General Court."
"result--"
He paused.
"To be announced."
Chen Fan stopped in his tracks.
"To be announced?"
Si Mo nodded.
"The results of the signing need to be made public."
"But not now."
"It's the next round."
"The Seventh Tower will be publicly announced."
Meanwhile, over at Flower Fruit Mountain—
He looked at Chen Fan.
You will also receive a notification.
The voice just fell.
The sound rang in Chen Fan's ears.
The system's voice.
Ding.
[Seventh node's load-bearing capacity proof completed]
The results of the lottery will be announced soon.
[Announcement Period: The next round of the Seventh Tower will begin]
[At the same time, Huaguo Mountain received a synchronized notification.]
[New mission unlocking in progress]
The system message was incomplete.
Another one.
Ding.
[Huaguoshan Tip]
[Abnormal fluctuations in demonic power]
[New authority detected]
[Source unknown]
[It is recommended to return to the mountain for inspection]
Chen Fan finished reading.
Squinting.
New authority.
Source unknown.
He turned to look at the seventh tower.
The tower sank into the sea of failure.
But the clock tower at the top of the tower.
The bell is being rung.
A sound.
Two sounds.
Third tone.
Each sound was deep and resonant.
It's like announcing something.
Sun Wukong heard it too.
"That bell—"
"Not from the seventh tower."
Chen Fan nodded.
"I know."
"That's the main court's clock."
The bells are still ringing.
It came from the horizon.
That direction.
That huge shadow from before.
It's back again.
This time it's clearer.
It's not a tower.
It's a building.
A very tall building.
A plaque hangs downstairs.
There are words written on the plaque.
"The main court."
The bells stopped ringing.
The rooftop lights came on.
The light is very bright.
The light shone on the seventh tower.
The light shone on Chen Fan.
Then the sound rang out.
It's not a mechanical sound.
It's a human voice.
Very old.
Very heavy.
"The ninth seat."
"Has been removed from the program."
"Black signature."
"It has been downgraded."
"The seventh node".
"Bearing capacity certification passed."
"Results of the lottery draw—"
"Public Notice".
"The Seventh Tower".
"Gain the right to sign off."
The sound stopped.
The lights on the rooftop were even brighter.
Chen Fan stood in the light.
He held the signature in his hand.
The seal vibrated.
It's like a response.
He looked down.
The signature bears the words "Pending Review".
It's changing.
It becomes another word.
"Pass."
Chapter 496 Winning the Lottery
The sound faded away.
A burst of white light erupted from the rooftop.
It's not scattered.
It is condensation.
A beam of light shot down from the rooftop, piercing through the tower and the white seal array on the seventh floor. The white seals vibrated, and the reversal sequence resounded. Clauses flew out one after another, circling the black seals.
The words "pending review" on the seal began to crack.
White light emanated from the crack.
It wasn't light coming in from outside.
It's the spray coming from the inside of the seal outwards.
The chief editor stood in the corner. His face was expressionless, but his fingers were trembling. Not out of fear. Something he couldn't control was slipping away from him.
"Bearing capacity".
He spoke.
The voice was as dry as sand.
"You really broke through."
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
He stared at the signature.
The words "pending review" shattered completely.
New characters emerged.
"Pass."
The black mark turned white.
It doesn't change gradually.
It was just a moment.
The white mark spun in Chen Fan's palm. All the clauses of the overturning-the-case sequence wrapped around him, layer upon layer, forming a complete ring. The center of the ring aligned with the seventh tower, and a new mark lit up at the top of the tower—
"Formal observation node."
It's not temporary.
It is not pending review.
It's official.
Si Mo walked out of the eighth tower.
Her black robe was covered in dust. But she didn't take any pictures; instead, she walked straight to the entrance of the Seventh Tower and placed her hand on the tower wall.
A crack appeared in the tower wall.
A beam of light emerged from the crack.
A line of text appeared on the screen.
"The Eighth Tasmer".
"Request copy access".
"Related Nodes —"
"The Seventh Tower".
The screen flickered.
"pass."
Si Mo turned to look at Chen Fan.
"It's done."
She laughed after she finished speaking.
He laughed very loudly.
"You actually managed to get the matching result."
Chen Fan put away the white seal.
"Didn't you already know that?"
"You've got nothing to show for it."
Si Mo patted the dust off his black robe.
"I only calculated up to the point where you might win."
"I didn't expect you could get the General Court's seal downgraded."
"This thing—"
She pointed to the white seal in Chen Fan's hand.
"Now it's yours."
Buddhist representatives stood outside the pagoda.
He was accompanied by an observer from Heaven.
Neither of them spoke.
It's not that I don't want to talk about it.
I can't say.
A line of words floated in front of them.
"Node legitimacy verification".
"The seventh node in the reversal sequence."
"Winner of the draw."
"Ownership of signature/seal"
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
The Buddhist representative opened his mouth slightly.
It closed again.
The celestial observer's fingers were clenched tightly inside his sleeve, so tightly that the sleeve was crumpled into a ball. But he dared not move.
It's not that I don't want to move.
It cannot be moved.
There was also a line of words hanging overhead.
"The gallery is now frozen."
"Review of old cases is suspended."
"All cases involving the seventh node—"
"Before the re-determination."
"No interference is allowed."
The characters are small.
But each word seemed stuck in the air.
The celestial observer took a step back.
This step is very small.
But the Buddhist representatives saw it.
He also stepped back.
The two retreated outside the tower.
The tower gate closed.
They didn't lock it up.
I turned it off myself.
A line of text appeared on the door panel.
"Unrelated parties".
"No entry."
Chen Fan stood inside the tower.
The signature in his hand was still spinning.
It rotates very slowly.
With each rotation, an additional white ring is added.
The white ring expands outwards.
It was extended to the tower wall.
The tower walls began to light up.
It's not the seventh tower that's lit.
The entire chain of Huaguo Mountain is lit up.
One after another.
From the main mountain to the outer peaks, from the demon horde's stronghold to the training ground.
The same line of text appeared on all the chains.
"Indirect recycling protection".
"Activated".
The Great Sage Equaling Heaven stood on the training ground.
He looked up at the words in the sky.
Looked for a long time.
Then he laughed.
"Now."
"Nobody dares to come and take us in anymore."
The Bull Demon King stood beside him.
He didn't laugh.
He stared at the clouds beyond the mountains.
A shadow is receding in the clouds.
It's not about retreating.
It is the airspace where we exit Huaguo Mountain.
He squinted as he counted.
One.
two.
Three.
Seven shadows.
The entire tower is a recycling center.
Everything is in retreat.
The white mark stopped.
It stopped at Chen Fan's chest.
He looked down.
New things have appeared on the seal.
It's not a character.
These are coordinates.
A string of coordinates.
very short.
But every number is jumping.
As they jumped, they pieced together a line.
A name emerges at the end of the line.
"Recycling Court Main Hall"
"Outer ring road".
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Outer ring road".
"Not the core?"
Si Mo leaned over and took a look.
Her smile vanished.
"Outer ring road".
I've heard of that place.
"It's the recycling yard's landfill."
"What's piled up isn't junk."
"It's something that was erased from the recycling sequence."
She raised her hand.
Point your finger on the coordinates.
"This thing."
"Someone wants you to go."
"But not now."
The coordinates flashed.
Broken.
It shattered into points of light.
The light spot fell into the white mark.
The white mark vibrated.
It shook three times.
Stopped.
New words lit up on the top floor of the seventh tower.
"Signing complete."
"The seventh node".
"Officially inaugurated."
The sound is a sequence of reversals.
It's not from the main court.
It's not a tower either.
Chen Fan walked out of the tower.
I had just reached the door.
The system beeped.
It's not a notification sound.
It's an alarm.
"Inside the Seventh Tower."
"Residual signal."
"source--"
"The old master used the back door."
"Not cleared".
Chen Fan's foot stopped on the threshold.
He turned his head.
The white mark inside the tower is still spinning.
But the way it was transferred has changed.
It's not about expanding outwards.
It means shrinking inwards.
Shrinking towards the seventh floor.
Shrink towards a single point.
That spot is turning black.
It's not the black of a signature.
It's another kind.
A deeper black.
Si Mo saw it too.
"It was left behind by the former master."
"It's not a signature."
"It's the tower itself."
She took a step back.
"This thing."
"Even downgrading the signature can't remove it."
The black spots are still expanding.
The system alarm is still ringing.
"The Seventh Tower".
"The old master used the back door."
"Activating".
Chapter 497 There's a Back Door Inside the Tower
The black spots are still expanding.
Si Mo retreated to the wall.
Her hand pressed on the white mark.
The white mark was trembling.
"The old master used the back door."
"Activating".
The system alarms kept going off one after another.
Chen Fan stared at the black dot.
The edges of the black dots started to sprout.
It's not smoke.
It's a line.
Black lines.
They crawled out one by one.
"back door."
"Whose?"
Si Mo shook his head.
"It's not Liu Yuan."
"Older."
"It's not in the signature record."
The black line climbed up the tower wall.
The light from the white mark dimmed a bit.
Chen Fan raised his hand.
The reversal sequence flew out.
The white stripe swept across the black line.
The black line broke.
But new growth has appeared at the broken edge.
Faster.
More dense.
"It can't be cleared."
Si Mo's voice sounded a little tense.
"This is the most basic thing."
"It was buried when the foundation of the tower was built."
"Before Liu Yuan took over the position."
"It's already here."
Chen Fan observed the direction in which the black lines were spreading.
It's not going outwards.
It's going downwards.
Drill down to the bottom of the tower.
What's at the bottom of the tower?
Si Mo paused for a moment.
"The cutting well."
"The deepest part of the Seventh Tower."
"Continue writing about what happened offstage."
"Never opened it."
Chen Fan turned around.
"Walk."
He walked down the tower.
Si Mo followed.
The white marks closed up behind them.
Block the black line temporarily.
The tower path is very long.
It gets narrower as you go down.
The stone steps were covered in dust.
There is no sound when you step on it.
Chen Fan went up to level 37.
stop.
There's no road ahead.
It's not a wall.
It's a door.
A very low door.
There are words engraved on the door frame.
"Continue writing about what happened offstage."
"The cutting well."
"Do not enter unless deleted."
The characters are old.
The strokes have all weathered away.
Chen Fan pushed open the door.
The door wasn't locked.
opened.
It's a small room inside.
Three stone walls.
There is a well in the middle.
The well opening is not large.
There was just one person standing there.
The well rim was black.
It's not that the stone is black.
It was blackened by something.
Si Mo squatted down.
My finger touched the edge of the well.
"It's ink."
"Old Mo."
"At least two hundred years."
Chen Fan looked down.
The well is very deep.
There's no bottom in sight.
All I can see is black.
It's not that there's no light.
Light can't get in.
There's something down there.
Si Mo stood up.
"Living things."
"The signature sensor is working."
Chen Fan extended his hand.
The white mark flew into the well.
All the way down.
The light gets dimmer as you go down.
Halfway through.
The white mark stopped.
It wasn't my choice to stop.
Something is blocking our way.
A line.
It lies across the well.
Very fine.
It's ten times thinner than the black line from before.
But the white mark can't pass through.
It bounces back when you touch it.
Chen Fan squinted.
"back door."
"Right here."
Si Mo saw it too.
That line is not a physical object.
It's a clause.
Very old terms.
Buried at the very bottom.
"Absolutely eliminate the port."
Si Mo's voice was very low.
"I have seen the tower's construction records."
"Left by the first tower master."
"Only one permission is allowed."
"delete."
"Delete owner".
"Delete the tower."
Delete everything.
Chen Fan stared at that line.
The lines are glowing.
Very weak light.
Not black.
Not white.
It is gray.
"Does Liu Yuan know about this thing?"
"have no idea."
Si Mo shook his head.
It wasn't written in the registration book.
"This is the encryption layer."
"The signature/print cannot be scanned even with downgraded quality."
"The black dot was just activated."
Only then did it come out.
Chen Fan understood.
The old master's hidden plan.
Even the later tower owner kept it a secret.
If not found.
This thing can be used with a single click.
Recycling Court Main Hall.
We can enter the seventh node at any time.
Who to delete?
Who to lock up?
Who should be changed?
Anyway.
"How do I clean it?"
Si Mo did not answer.
She was turning over the white paper to make a record.
I scanned through the rows of clauses.
Scan to the very bottom.
stopped.
"Cannot be deleted."
"This is the authority granted to the first Tower Master."
"Higher than a signature."
"All white-printed clauses are invalid against it."
Chen Fan looked at the gray line.
The wire is still inside the shaft.
Not moving at all.
But he knew.
This thing is waiting.
Commands, etc.
Waiting for instructions from headquarters.
Si Mo had also thought of that.
"If headquarters finds it—"
"No need to attack."
"Delete the person directly."
"All permissions for the Seventh Tower."
"They can all take it back."
Chen Fan placed his hand on the edge of the well.
The well rim was icy cold.
Ink stains got on my hands.
He smelled the odor of old paper.
It's very light.
It smells like the smell of a pile of old books.
"Then let's demolish it."
"Dismantle it from the root."
He applied force with his hand.
White ink was poured into the well rim.
The ink stains began to shine.
It's not white light.
It's old, yellowed paper.
Si Mo's expression changed.
"You're crazy."
"Forced demolition will trigger a backdoor—"
"It's better than waiting for headquarters to take action."
The more white marks are injected, the more they appear.
The well rim began to shake.
I could feel that gray line.
It is shrinking back.
It shrank very quickly.
But the well is deeper.
Something is rising up along the gray line.
It is not an object.
It's a human voice.
A very old voice.
"The new tower master."
"You also need to learn how to delete people."
The sound came from the bottom of the well.
stuffy.
Shen.
It looks like it's been buried for hundreds of years.
Chen Fan did not let go.
The white mark is still being poured.
The darkness at the bottom of the well stirred.
It's not water movement.
It is the blackness itself that is moving.
A deeper black.
It floated up from the bottom of the well.
It floats higher and higher.
The more it floats, the clearer it becomes.
It is humanoid.
The figure of an old man.
Wearing old-fashioned tuxedo.
He was holding a pen in his hand.
The pen nib is gray.
It was as gray as that line.
The afterimage stood below the well opening.
look up.
Looking at Chen Fan.
"The Seventh Tower".
"They've changed people again."
"good."
"You have guts."
"Dare to touch the judgment well."
His voice was flat.
Neither angry nor happy.
It's like keeping an account.
Si Mo took a step back.
"The first tower master's regrets."
"It's in the signature record."
"Holding the pen for three hundred years."
"Then I deleted it and left."
The afterimage didn't see her.
He only looked at Chen Fan.
"Junior."
"You can't remove this back door."
"It is the root of the tower."
"Delete it."
"The tower collapsed."
"I won't delete it."
"The main hall is available at any time."
"You choose."
The words were spoken.
The gray line in the well lit up again.
Brighter.
It's like an echo.