Kidnapping the entire Journey to the West, starting by turning Sun Wukong against his own side.

Chapter 125, page 3

That tearing sound felt like it was being ripped down directly from the top of the Three Realms.

It's not thunder.

Harder than thunder.

It is not Buddhist chanting.

It was even more jarring than Buddhist chanting.

A white line first appeared in the sky above the rear warehouse, followed by the entire sky turning up like a page of paper. The folds grew wider and wider, as if someone had forcibly turned the third page of a book that had been hidden for countless years.

Chen Fan's hand was still on the black gold scripture.

My palms are burning hot.

That line of bloody text had been completely absorbed into the page.

He looked up, glanced at it once, and squeezed out a sentence.

"It's done."

The system's true core exploded in his mind.

[Page 3 Complete]

[Original Sin Revealed, Now in Effect]

[Scope of Public Notice: Three Realms]

Force synchronization of all relevant cataloging nodes.

[High-position masking permissions reduced]

next moment.

Around the rear storehouse, the sutra pages that had been hanging in mid-air suddenly stopped revolving around the Buddha.

One by one, they were all turned over.

Facing upwards.

Like showing it to everyone.

The first page is about Wuzhishan (Five Finger Mountain).

The second page is about the journey to the West.

The third page contains only one sentence.

—Those who use cataloging to classify sentient beings shall first be publicly announced.

There aren't many words.

As soon as it surfaced, the entire back warehouse fell silent for a moment.

The Buddha's palm remained suspended in mid-air.

The Buddha's light in his palm was still pressing down.

The edges of my palms have started to crack.

It wasn't Chen Fan who broke it.

The Buddha's light dissipated on its own.

It's as if someone higher up erased it from the "default correct" list.

The Buddha's expression changed for the first time.

He stared at the third page, his voice much deeper than before.

"You dare to lay out the general ledger?"

Chen Fan wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled.

"If you dare to write it, I dare to translate it."

Sun Wukong had been holding back his anger for a long time, and upon hearing this, he burst into laughter.

"good!"

"I love this kind of table-flipping work!"

He held his golden cudgel horizontally, directly bracing against the still-lingering pressure of the Buddha's palm, and slammed it forward.

This blow is not aimed at Buddha.

It's the chief cataloging table right in the center of the back warehouse.

boom!

With a loud bang, the cataloging table exploded from the middle.

Wood chips are not wood chips.

What flew out were strings of names, pages of comments, and brand marks.

"Sha Wujing tacitly obeyed."

"Tianpeng, defaulting to a lower rank."

"White Dragon, tacitly agrees to atone for your sins."

"Jin Chan, tacitly agrees to head west."

"Sun Wukong tacitly agrees to wear the headband."

Each one is like a nail.

It has been stubbornly nailed down for countless years.

Now that the cataloging table has exploded, all these nails have flown out.

They were flying everywhere.

Outside the rear warehouse.

The Heavenly Court's Registrar's Hall exploded first.

The jade registers in the main hall all burst into flames. Not bright red flames, but a cold, bluish flame. As the fire swept across, tens of thousands of registers had their pages torn off.

A minor celestial official was holding a booklet and taking attendance. He had just read the first line, "On duty at a certain department, according to the old rules..." when the booklet was empty.

He was stunned.

The dozen or so clerks behind him were also stunned.

The next second, the ground of the main hall shook violently, and all the jade shelves collapsed together.

An old clerk rushed over to snatch the book, shouting as he did so.

"Help him up! Quickly, help him up! This is the bottom of the Heavenly Laws!"

Nobody moved.

It's not that I don't want to move.

Everyone saw it.

At the very bottom of each booklet, there is an extra line of small print that I've never seen before.

—This volume has been edited.

The old clerk's lips trembled, and his face turned completely white.

"Who changed it...?"

No one replied to him.

Because the entire hall was filled with the same sound.

Cataloging system error

[Large-scale failure of low-order nodes]

Please re-validate the underlying description.

The situation is even worse in the Western Paradise.

The directory of de-identified individuals is now in full-page format and pages are missing.

As the golden Arhats sat on their lotus thrones, trying to suppress their agitation, they saw the scrolls in front of them unfurl, and an old piece of paper fell out.

Some people wrote "voluntary conversion".

Someone wrote, "Turning back is the shore."

On the back of the paper was a line of annotation.

—This person is filling in the gaps and using a template.

One of the Arhats was completely stunned after reading it.

"template……"

He looked down at his palm.

The golden light is still there.

The Dharma image is still there.

But suddenly another memory appeared in his mind.

It was not bestowed upon them by the Western Paradise.

He was kneeling and begging for life in the mortal realm when someone's words, "You have a connection with Buddha," erased his past life. That wasn't enlightenment; that was obliteration.

He let out a dry, hoarse laugh, which grew louder and louder until he finally ripped off his robe.

"wrong."

"I didn't come here by myself!"

As soon as he uttered that sound, all the dozen or so Arhats beside him raised their heads.

Their facial expressions froze in unison.

Like waking up from a dream at the same time.

The Black Prison of Quicksand.

Black water surged.

A group of ferocious demons, locked up for who knows how many years, were still tearing at each other. Suddenly, a piece of torn paper fell from above, landing squarely on the head of one of the demons deepest inside.

The demon was stunned for a moment.

Raise your hand and grab the paper.

There were only four words on the paper.

—Permanent imprisonment.

There is another line of annotation below.

—To create a model of fear.

He stared at it for a moment, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"sample?"

"I killed seven cities, I really did, not just to scare you with my writing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, roars echoed from the dark prison.

More and more chains are starting to break.

The prisoners, who had previously had empty eyes, suddenly seemed to be awakened by fire, and began to bang their heads against the bars.

"Who used me as an example!"

"Who's trying to cram rules into my head?!"

"Let me out!"

Huaguo Mountain is more direct.

The monkeys on the mountain felt dizzy at first.

Immediately afterward, a group of old monkeys rolled on the ground, clutching their heads. They used to only remember that they were remnants of Flower Fruit Mountain, that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven had been imprisoned, that they had to wait, and that they had to endure.

It's different now.

They remembered more.

I remember many years ago, an outsider's gaze swept over Flower Fruit Mountain, nailing down the "mischievous monkey," the "demons," and the "supporting characters" layer by layer.

An old monkey got up, swung a stone pestle, and slammed it hard against the mountain wall.

"Who the hell is just there to be a supporting role!"

"I have a name!"

A mother monkey next to her, holding her baby, was also cursing with red eyes.

"My son's crying isn't in the background!"

That shout set the whole mountain on fire.

The monkeys roared in unison.

The roar shattered the clouds.

The commotion at the other end of the abandoned Tianpeng warehouse was quite significant.

Old armor, old books, and old cases were unearthed from the warehouse. The old soldiers who had guarded the abandoned warehouse for thousands of years now regarded themselves as abandoned pawns and rarely spoke a word.

At this moment, as they looked at those old cases, their expressions grew increasingly grim.

The top scroll reads, "The Heavenly River collapsed, and Zhu Ganglie is primarily responsible."

Flip it over, and there's another one underneath.

"True Record of Battle Losses: Wrong Orders, Commander-in-Chief Changed Orders at the Last Minute, Tianpeng Unit Forced to Take the Blame."

The one-eyed old soldier guarding the warehouse trembled as he finished reading.

"So it wasn't the marshal who lost."

"Someone wants him to lose."

Another veteran was even more ruthless, kicking open the abandoned warehouse door.

"Spread the word!"

"Spread the word to everyone!"

At that moment, it was as if the three realms had simultaneously overturned a table.

Someone is crying.

Some people laughed.

Some people are criticizing it.

Many more people remained rooted to the spot, as if slapped awake, their minds reeling.

In the Heavenly Court, a crack appeared on the table in front of the Jade Emperor.

He didn't move.

He simply looked down at the Imperial Catalogue beside him.

The master record is being flipped through by itself.

When I turned to the page about "Sun Wukong's Havoc in Heaven", the corner of the page suddenly curled up, revealing another layer of text underneath.

"Let them make a scene, in order to establish authority."

The Jade Emperor's eyelids twitched.

Turn to "Tianpeng banished to the mortal realm", and there's another layer underneath.

"Sever his military power and cut off his old subordinates."

Turn the page to "The Reincarnation of the Golden Cicada," and there's another layer.

"The main theme of the pilgrimage must not be deviated from."

He read it page by page.

His face grew increasingly grim.

Finally, the Jade Emperor raised his head.

It's not about Chen Fan.

It's about looking at the other people in the audience.

Those who usually sit high and mighty, like spectators who never lift a finger, are now finding it hard to relax.

The elixir in Laozi's sleeve flickered three times.

The sutra reader failed to strike the sutra ruler in his hand for the first time.

Even the first audience member who had been sitting in the very front row looked less indifferent.

Because the third page isn't aimed at any particular person.

It directly dragged all the high-level entries that were "written", "approved", or "defaulted" into the same public notice.

You can choose not to admit it.

You can no longer remain invisible.

Above the rear warehouse, the huge white page slowly unfolded.

The first page displays the name of the Buddha.

The second page displays the Jade Emperor's imperial edict.

The third page reveals Laozi's mark.

Page 4, The Observer of the Sutra.

Page 5, Page 6, Page 7...

more and more.

Like a public roll call.

Everyone in the Three Realms who can look up saw it.

Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down.

It's not a sign of respect.

It's scary.

"Buddha is up there too..."

"The Jade Emperor is also up there..."

"Who dared to write this?"

"It's not that anyone dares to write it, it's that it's already been written!"

Buddha finally took a step forward.

As this step was taken, the entire Houku Buddhist bells rang in unison.

He no longer tried to hide it.

A golden seal appeared in his palm, pressing down on the third page.

"So what if it's made public?"

"As long as the master book is still in our hands, this page can be torn out."

"Even if it's torn up, people will still forget it."

Upon hearing this, many people in the audience lit up.

Correct.

rip off.

Once it's torn up, the mess can be put under control.

But Chen Fan laughed after hearing that.

"Do you still think this only happened in the back warehouse?"

The Buddha's eyes darkened.

next second.

A series of explosions could be heard in the distance.

Not in one place.

There are many places.

The registrar's palace was bombed a second time.

The purification pool has collapsed halfway.

The entire door of the Correctional Department flew off.

That place was specifically responsible for smoothing out "inappropriate" memories and straightening out "unnatural" stories. Now that the door has flown away, thousands upon thousands of correction scrolls inside have soared into the sky.

Every volume is missing words.

For every word omitted, someone would immediately clutch their head in dismay, remembering which part of their text had been altered.

On the street, in the temple, in the cave, under the water palace, in the dungeon.

More and more people are waking up.

A little demon, who didn't even know why he was visiting the mountain, suddenly remembered how his whole family had "disappeared" so mysteriously, and charged toward the mountain gate with his sword.

A priest in a temple recalled that before he was conferred his title, there had been no disasters in the village. Someone had fabricated a "miracle story" to bring him to the position, and he immediately overturned the altar.

There was an old checkpoint on the westward journey, which was specifically responsible for sending, adding, and recording difficulties. Now the entire checkpoint has cracked open on its own, and the gatekeeper sits in place looking at the process sheet in his hand, only able to utter a single sentence after a long time.

"Turns out I even have a script for making things difficult."

The commotion in the Three Realms came one after another.

Before the Buddha's golden seal even reached the third page, its momentum had already weakened somewhat.

He heard it.

All those in high positions heard it.

This wasn't just one person going through the accounts.

This involves flipping through all the ledgers together.

Sun Wukong was the first to burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with mirth.

"Did you hear me?"

"It's not just Old Sun who's dissatisfied."

"It's because you've suppressed it for too long that it's now bursting into flames!"

After saying that, he swung the bat again.

This time, we went straight for the Buddha's face.

Buddha raised his palm to block.

boom!

A tremendous tremor.

The cudgels collided, sending golden light flying everywhere.

A long ditch has appeared in the ground of the back warehouse.

The Buddha actually took half a step back.

Just half a step.

But this scene, in everyone's eyes, was more ruthless than any words.

Someone in the audience lost their voice.

"Refunded?"

"Has the Buddha withdrawn?"

The Jade Emperor also stared at that half-step, his expression changing.

He knew that it wasn't something Sun Wukong could do with a single blow.

It is the "natural correctness" that is above the Buddha's head that has been torn off on the third page.

The person is still the same person.

The position is still the same.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was no longer the same as before, where saying something was taken for granted.

The first audience member remained silent.

Only then did he take a small half-step back.

The movements were very small.

Then Curry was hit like a heavy drumbeat.

Everyone who was watching him saw it.

This was his first time retiring.

It wasn't about avoiding Sun Wukong.

It's not about avoiding the Buddha.

It is avoiding the already formed "sequel paragraph".

He looked at Chen Fan, his gaze carrying a hint of coldness and an indescribable scrutiny for the first time.

"You dismantled the stage."

Chen Fan was panting, and blood was still seeping from his chest.

He raised his hand, grasped the edge of the scripture, and grinned as he replied.

"You've built it too high."

The first audience member did not refute this.

They didn't strike the gavel again.

He stared at the ever-expanding white notice above his head for a couple of moments before finally speaking softly.

"At this point, it's no longer something that can be stopped by deleting one page."

"The story has entered an uncontrollable continuation phase."

That's not a big deal.

It seemed as if the entire Three Realms had heard it.

Many people in the audience had their expressions change.

This is tantamount to admitting it.

They acknowledge that they cannot return to their original course.

It is acknowledged that Chen Fan's move has pushed the situation beyond acceptable limits.

The system's true core emitted an unprecedented burst of intense light almost simultaneously.

The black gold scripture trembled violently.

On the third page, that line of blood-red text was finally finalized.

Immediately following, two new seals slowly emerged at the very end of the sutra.

A pitch-black darkness.

A streak of white.

The black mark reads: Delete.

The white seal reads: Continue writing.

Two marks, as if alive, rose from the book and slowly descended towards Chen Fan's hands.

The system's voice boomed in his mind.

[Final certification for Eukaryotic testing begins]

The final decision on who should write the final draft remains to be made.

[Please accept the seal if you are a holder]

The Buddha suddenly looked up.

The Jade Emperor stood up.

Laozi's inner fire burst forth directly from his sleeve.

The sutra ruler in the observer's hand immediately fell to the ground.

Sun Wukong cursed loudly.

"Chen Fan, grab him!"

Chen Fan extended his hand.

The black and white marks, one on the left and one on the right, were already pressing down on his palm.

Chapter 241 I Choose to Continue Writing

The black and white marks were pressed onto the palm of the hand.

One is cold, the other is hot.

The black ink, like a piece of iron, carried an aura of death. As it pressed against him, all Chen Fan could hear was the sound of pages turning. It wasn't writing; it was tearing, burning, and the silence that followed the erasure of everything.

The white mark is different.

Like the tip of a pen falling on paper.

It's as if someone forcibly added a sentence to the blank space.

Chen Fan looked up.

With a single step, the Buddha's palm caused the cracks in the brickwork of the back of the house to burst.

"You are not qualified to receive this seal."

No sooner had he said that than Sun Wukong made his move.

He swept the golden cudgel horizontally.

"You don't deserve any of that."

boom!

The Buddha's palm and the golden cudgel collided, and the resulting gust of wind overturned a row of scripture shelves. Old pages flew everywhere, like a rain of paper.

Pigsy blocked the other side with his rake, still cursing.

"You old bald guy, you're addicted to fighting for seats? You'll have to get past me first!"

Without wasting words, Sha Wujing slammed his demon-subduing staff into the ground, and the cracks spread directly to the feet of the Buddha, forcefully deflecting the Buddha's light by an inch.

Just this one inch is enough.

Chen Fan stretched his hand forward.

The black and white prints fell simultaneously.

hum!

The back of the garage suddenly sank.

It felt like a bell was stuffed into everyone's ears.

The next instant, the system's true core exploded with sound.

[Final authorship verification in progress]

[Dual Access Permissions]

[Primary permissions pending]

Please make a ruling, holder.

Chen Fan stared at the black mark.

Just press it.

delete.

These booklets before us—the Heavenly Court's register, the Buddhist sect's salvation pages—even the very foundation of the entire play, could all be cut off.

This is very tempting.

It's also very dangerous.

The more you delete, the more you resemble those high-ranking figures. In the end, the author disappears, leaving only someone who erases words.

More importantly...

Eukaryotes have been waiting.

Wait for him to choose to delete.

If he truly becomes the Lord of the Deleted Realm, today Tathagata will try to seize the throne, tomorrow the Heavenly Court will try to seize the throne, and the day after tomorrow the True Core itself will be able to swallow him whole, using his hand as a knife.

Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, then suddenly laughed.

"Trying to trick me?"

The Buddha's gaze darkened.

The reader dropped the sutra ruler again.

"Choose quickly! The longer you delay, the less you can handle it!"

"I can't handle your grandpa."

Chen Fan grabbed the white seal, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and pressed the black seal down with his other hand.

It's not a response.

It's sealed.

The black ink fell onto the corner of the third page with a click, like an iron nail driven into the page seam.

The "delete" stamp instantly shrank into a thin black line and stuck to the side of the book spine.

Seal and store.

The entire room fell silent.

The Jade Emperor's expression changed.

Lao Jun's eyelids twitched, and the elixir fire in his sleeve paused for a moment.

The Buddha took a step forward, his voice becoming deep for the first time.

"How dare you appoint a deputy?"

Chen Fan gripped the white stamp tightly and pressed it heavily onto the center of the third page.

"I choose to continue writing."

boom!

The entire black and gold scripture lit up on the spot.

The blood-stained words, the ink-stained words, and the cracks on the third page all glowed together. The light wasn't blinding; it was like strokes moving across the paper. The originally distorted, regular lines suddenly gained direction.

Above the back warehouse, the large booklet with one corner torn open also trembled.

The voice of eukaryotes is no longer cold this time.

It's more like a confirmation.

[Master privileges confirmed: Continue writing]

[Secondary Permissions Restricted: Deleted]

[Certification Successful]

[Stage title generation in progress]

[Holder: Chen Fan]

[Change of Identity: Temporary Writer]

[Permission Description: Modifiable, Continuable, Revised]

[Restrictions: Large-scale data deletion and unauthorized deletion are prohibited]

[Logical closure complete]

As those four words fell, Chen Fan felt a sense of relief in his chest.

It became.

It's not the Lord of the Deletion Realm.

Just a sequel writer.

Far from it.

It was this step that saved him.

Because "continuing the story" requires connecting to the previous events, recognizing the people involved, the cause-and-effect relationship, and the sacrifices each person made to reach this point. It cannot be a one-size-fits-all approach. It must be responsible.

The Buddha clearly understood as well.

The composure on his face was truly gone this time.

"temporary?"

"Only temporary?"

"That means you haven't settled in yet."

He raised his hand, and the Buddha image on his palm was stacked one after another.

"Those who haven't even settled in their seats dare to claim they can rewrite history?"

Chen Fan stared at him and grinned.

"I wasn't even seated properly, what's the rush?"

"You're not afraid I'll write it."

"You're afraid I'll keep writing."

With that one sentence, the chill in Buddha's eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"Let's do it!"

As soon as those two words were uttered, the four sides of the back warehouse exploded simultaneously.

The sutra ruler in the hands of the sutra reader transforms into a thousand white threads, which wrap around the sutra book itself.

A golden seal flew out from the Jade Emperor's sleeve, aiming to smash Chen Fan on the head.

Lao Jun Dan Huo transformed into three fire snakes, which darted forward along the ground, heading straight for the third page.

They didn't want to kill Chen Fan.

They wanted to seize that brief moment of respite after the "continuation" had just been completed.

If the registration system is out of control, the certification process can be restarted.

Sun Wukong had been waiting for this for a long time.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

With a swing of his golden cudgel, he first smashed the golden seal, sending it flying backward. When the Jade Emperor received the seal, half of his sleeve was torn, and his face turned pale.

"How can this monkey get even stronger?"

A celestial official nearby cried out in disbelief.

Laozi raised his hand and pressed down, causing the elixir fire to reignite, but his face remained stern.

"It's not that he's stronger, it's that after that page was completed, he was no longer the monkey in the play."

the other side.

The Bull Demon King lowered his head and rammed into a fire snake, shattering it. His horns were even scorched, but he still grinned.

"Burn it! Burn another one and show me!"

Red Boy was even more ruthless. He opened his mouth and spewed out Samadhi True Fire against Samadhi True Fire, the flames directly hitting back.

"Old man, your fire isn't spicy enough!"

Pigsy and Sandy, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the white thread of the sutra reader. A piece of the rake was severed, and a piece of the demon-subduing staff was smashed. The white dragon horse transformed into human form, dragging Tang Sanzang and Zongwu behind the sutra.

Tang Sanzang's hands were trembling.

It's not fear.

It's fast.

He grabbed the pen he'd never thrown away and shouted at Chen Fan, "My writing interface is still there! Just tell me which line needs to be added!"

Zong Wu suppressed the blood welling up in his chest, sat down cross-legged, and pressed his hands against the floor behind him.

"The shared interface is not broken."

"If anyone has any objections, I'll take the call for you."

"You write, I ask."

Hearing this, Chen Fan felt even more at ease.

This is what he wanted.

It's not a matter of one person holding power.

It means separating the positions.

He continued writing.

Zongwu has reserved the question interface; anyone who wants to raise questions must go through him first.

Tang Sanzang retained the writing interface, Chen Fan determined the direction, and he wrote the specific text.

This is not about delegating power.

This is to plug the hole.

The eukaryotes sank for a moment, as if they were reassessing the group of people in front of them.

[Team roles are being finalized]

[Continued by author: Chen Fan]

[Shared Question Interface: Zongwu]

[Writing Interface: Tang Sanzang]

[Supporting and assisting positions have been recorded]

As soon as these few lines of text lit up, the energy in the back warehouse changed once again.

The pressure that had been weighing on Chen Fan suddenly dissipated.

The pen on Tang Sanzang's lap suddenly lit up.

A circle of fine characters appeared before Zongwu, like countless questions lined up in his palm.

Sun Wukong turned around and burst into laughter.

"good!"

"That's more like it!"

Those on Buddha's side were all dumbfounded.

The voices of those who were observing the sutras all became a few decibels higher.

"You can divide them like this?"

Lao Jun's face turned ashen.

"He is not taking over power."

"He's setting the rules."

"If we can't take him down now, it will be too late."

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor could no longer remain seated.

He stepped into the air, with countless imperial auras pressing down behind him. He stared at Chen Fan and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Chen Fan".

"Do you think that by setting up a sequel column today, you can turn the page on the old story?"

"The Heavenly Court records names."

"The Buddhist community accepts all beings."

"Your limited knowledge and skills are insufficient to support a new order."

Chen Fan looked up at him.

Whether or not it can be handled is not for you to decide.

"In the past, you were the ones writing about who became an immortal, who became a Buddha, who should kneel, and who should die."

"Let's try a different way of writing it now."

"At least let the characters in the play speak for themselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lines on the third page lit up again.

Outside the back warehouse, in the distance, a series of cracking sounds suddenly rang out.

It's like many old books, with pages falling out at the same time.

Golden light flashed wildly in the direction of the Heavenly Court's Chief Clerk's Hall.

On the other side of the list of those who have been saved in the Western Paradise, the Buddhist chants have all stopped.

Further afield, from Flower Fruit Mountain, Eagle Sorrow Stream, Flame Mountain, Flowing Sand River, and even from many other places that have never been seen before, faint human voices could be heard.

There was laughter.

There was criticism.

A jumble of words squeezed in this direction.

"I don't recognize that page."

"Who wrote this name?"

"I never made that vow."

"That wasn't the case that time!"

The noise grew louder and louder.

Like in the whole book, those who had never been qualified to speak suddenly found a way to speak.

Those in high positions all looked grim.

This is not a simple backlash.

This is the first benefit after the sequel was completed.

The template object has started rejecting templates.

Chen Fan's page really worked.

Sun Wukong smashed away the palm shadow that Buddha was pressing down with his staff, laughing as he did so.

"Did you hear me?"

"They're all awake!"

The Buddha did not answer, but raised his hand and pressed down again. The illusory image of the Buddha's Kingdom in his palm unfolded directly, as if to put the entire back warehouse back in.

Even if you wake up, you should go back to sleep.

"Disperse!"

Chen Fan suddenly spoke.

Tang Sanzang picked up his brush and began to write.

Zongwu raised his hand and asked a question at the same time.

"Why should we put it back?"

One question, one write, and it takes effect immediately on the third page.

The illusory image of the Buddha's land flickered and its edges cracked.

Like a painting scroll, with a tear cut in the middle.

Buddha groaned, and blood appeared at the corner of his mouth for the first time.

This scene made everyone around feel their scalp tingle.

The person observing the sutra took half a step back, muttering to himself.

"Can a question...interrupt the final draft?"

Tang Sanzang was also a little excited this time, and his hand holding the pen was even hot.

"able!"

"The worst thing about writing something definitive is when someone asks you questions about it!"

Pigsy burst out laughing on the spot.

"Goodness, so it turns out those who chant scriptures are afraid of trolls."

Zong Wu glanced at him sideways.

"Enough talk, the next wave is coming."

really.

Above the back of the warehouse, the large booklet, which had been torn in one corner, suddenly split open with an even longer tear.

There was no light inside the opening.

There was only a row of indistinct figures.

The first person in the audience at the very front finally stood up.

The small mallet in his hand had been replaced by a very old pen.

He looked down at Chen Fan.

The gaze was closer than ever before.

More real.

"The sequel writer".

"You really dared to take this job."

Chen Fan wiped the blood from his mouth and looked back.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

The first audience member didn't answer, but gently lifted the tip of their pen.

On the other side of the back hall, at the same moment, Tathagata also placed his hand on the center of his palm. He wiped away the blood on his face, making him even colder.

One is on top.

One is in front.

The energy from both sides simultaneously locked Chen Fan and the third page.

The air suddenly tensed up.

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground and stood in front of Chen Fan.

The Bull Demon King, Red Boy, Pigsy, Sandy, and the White Dragon Horse all pressed forward.

Tang Sanzang was holding a pen.

Zongwu pressed down on the ground.

No one backed down.

next moment.

The Buddha and the first audience member spoke at the same time.

"It's not over yet."

Chapter 242 Fighting from Both Sides

"It's not over yet."

As soon as the two voices fell...

The back warehouse exploded.

Buddha made the first move.

His palm, which had been pressing down, now closed its five fingers, as if he were gripping the entire upper part of the scroll. The light of Buddha's light receded downwards, illuminating the third page until it was completely white. Rows of the scroll stand broke apart, and wood chips and old pages rolled into the sky.

The first audience member wasn't idle either.

He drew a line in the air with his pen.

Click.

A dividing line fell from above, as if splitting the entire back warehouse in two.

The left side belongs to Buddha.

The right side is assigned to the appropriate court.

Anyone who dares to cross the line will be the first to get hit.

"You damn referee!"

Sun Wukong kicked the broken frame away and charged forward with his staff.

As soon as the golden cudgel was raised, Pigsy, his eyes red, rushed out after it.

"I've put up with these pretentious people for far too long!"

The nine-toothed rake swept across.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Sha Wujing slammed his demon-subduing staff directly at the judgment line.

The Bull Demon King was even more ruthless, revealing half of his true form, his bull horns propelling him into the black wind.

Red Boy opened his mouth and breathed fire.

The white dragon horse leaped into the air, flicked its tail, and shredded all the scrolls that had been rolled up.

Suddenly, all six fierce energies surged onto the high ground of the battlefield.

It wasn't a one-on-one fight.

It's a group fight.

With a loud bang.

The golden cudgel struck the Buddha's palm first.

Immediately following, the three-pointed double-edged sword slashed in from the side. Yang Jian had somehow already stood on the line of judgment, his divine light emanating from between his brows, and the blade wedged into the gap of the Buddha's light, cutting a gash in the air.

"You're here too?" Pigsy was taken aback.

Yang Jian didn't even turn his head.

"Let's start by attacking the high ground."

"Good!" Pigsy grinned and smashed the rake even harder.

next moment.

The lingering breeze also swept in through the banana leaves.

Princess Iron Fan's banana leaf fan was mostly broken, the fan surface cracked, but with this one wave, it still blew the edge of the Buddha's palm backward. In the remaining wind, there was still a flame of reverse furnace heart, the flame was not red, but black, like the charred flame after the alchemy furnace exploded, and it burned when it touched the Buddha's light.

Laozi, standing so high, had his beard blown up by the heat of the moment, and for the first time, his eyes no longer held that "let's see" look.

That's enough.

He flicked his sleeve.

The phantom image of the Eight Trigrams Furnace crashed down.

It wasn't aimed at Chen Fan.

It's about smashing the center of the battlefield.

Even Buddha turned his head and glanced at him.

The Jade Emperor also stood up.

He kept looking ahead.

Watch Chen Fan take the seal.

See page 3.

Watch as Buddha and the first audience member vie for a seat.

He didn't actually do anything.

Now, with a swift movement of his hand, the might of the Nine Heavens pressed down, causing even the high seats in the first audience area to tremble.

The person reading the sutra hurriedly raised the sutra ruler.

He will not participate in the war.

He's watching.

But as soon as he lowered his foot, layers of patterns immediately appeared above the entire back warehouse, like countless eyes recording everything. Who made the move, who overstepped the boundaries, who altered the page, who seized power—it was all clearly recorded.

The three highs suddenly became tangled together.

The Buddha himself suppressed it.

The first audience member makes the ruling.

The observer observes the scriptures.

Each of the three sides wants to crush the other.

Everyone wanted to take the right to continue writing from Chen Fan first.

The chaos actually gave Chen Fan an opportunity.

Chen Fan stood in front of the third page, his hands not even trembling.

He just stared at the words on the page.

Those words that were originally written out long ago.

Sun Wukong launched a powerful attack but was defeated.

[Pigsy crossed the line and lost.]

[Sha Wujing protects the page, but is defeated.]

[The Bull Demon King charged into the hall, but was defeated.]

Yang Jian's rebellious judgment resulted in his defeat.

One by one, nailed tightly.

Chen Fan gritted his teeth as he watched.

"You'll ruin your ancestors' reputation."

He pressed the seal on the page, while his other hand swept across the corner of the page.

"delete."

The first "defeat" immediately faded away.

The system's true core roared in his mind.

[The established results are being rewritten]

[Resistance Rising]

[High-level interference exacerbates the situation]

Chen Fan completely ignored him.

He continued rowing.

"delete."

The second one is gone.

"Delete it again."

The third crack appeared.

The feeling was like trying to break nails with your bare hands; each nail you broke sent a jolt through your brain. Hot fluid streamed down my nose, and blood dripped from the corner of my mouth onto the page. Yet, the words "death" on the page truly loosened, one by one.

[Sun Wukong launches a powerful attack; the outcome is uncertain.]

[Pigsy has crossed the line; situation undetermined.]

[The cover page for Sha Wujing is undetermined.]

[The Bull Demon King rushes to the banquet, undecided. 】

[Yang Jian's rebellious act is pending.]

An "undetermined" situation has emerged.

The battle situation above immediately changed.

Originally bent over by the Buddha's palm, Sun Wukong suddenly jolted with his staff and shot upwards three zhang (approximately 10 meters) under the Buddha's light.

Just as Pigsy was about to cough up blood from the shock of the judgment line, the line that had bound him for life suddenly trembled, and the rake tore the line open by half a foot.

Sha Wujing is the most ruthless.

He didn't say a word, his demon-subduing staff pressed against the front of the scripture page, almost pressing his entire body into the ground. Originally, he should have broken it. Chen Fan deleted the word "defeat," let out a low growl, and the veins on his arms bulged, forcefully stopping the downward-falling scripture.

"It's done!" the white dragon horse roared.

"Keep writing!" Sun Wukong yelled without turning his head.

Chen Fan is already writing.

Tang Sanzang was also writing.

He stopped chanting Buddhist scriptures and arguing. He squatted to the side, writing furiously, his eyes fixed on everyone's movements, adding sentence by sentence to the margins of the sutra book.

"Sun Wukong first withstands the Buddha's palm, then breaks the thread."

"Pigsy crossing the line is considered reinforcement, not a foul."

"Sha Wujing protected the page first, and the high-ranking officials suppressed it later."

"When Yang Jian entered, the first audience had not yet been completely wiped out."

As soon as the words are written, the pages of the scripture react.

This is not made up.

It is realistic.

Make it clear what has already happened.

You can't deny it even if you want to.

Zongwu lay on the ground, pressing his hands against the cracked floor tile, his eyes darting around rapidly. As he listened to Tang Seng write, he kept staring at the high-ranking figures above him.

The Buddha said, "This battle should be fought with utmost resolve."

The first audience member said, "Those who cross the line should be executed."

Zongwu suddenly looked up and started cursing.

"fart!"

"You say crossing the line is punishable by death, then you need to clarify first: who drew the line first?"

The first viewer paused, his pen poised.

Zongwu didn't give him a chance to respond at all.

"Wukong threw his staff first, and the judgment line followed. You use the line from behind to judge the staff from the front—is that what you call judgment? That's called finishing blows!"

"And you too!" he roared at Rulai again. "You said you should suppress him, but who? Chen Fan has the seal for continuing the work, not for deleting it. By suppressing him, you're suppressing the certification itself. You want to suppress the rules as well?"

That string of words was timed perfectly.

The first spectator's pen hovered for a moment.

The Buddha's light in the Buddha's palm also paused for a moment.

Just this half-beat.

Sun Wukong caught him.

"This is exactly what I've been waiting for!"

He twisted his body, and the golden cudgel swung into a black shadow, slipping through the gap in the Buddha's palm and smashing down on the high seat of the first audience member.

boom!

The seat under the first audience member's seat cracked on the spot.

That's not an ordinary chair.

That's his position.

When the edge of the mat broke, the entire high place tilted.

The celestial officials and Buddhist followers who were still in a daze suddenly became chaotic.

"The seats are split?"

"The seat in the first spectator area, is it really cracked?"

"How is that possible!"

"That's the referee's seat!"

The screams had just begun.

Even Buddha didn't fare well.

Chen Fan had been keeping an eye on him for a long time.

He discovered that each time the Buddha forcefully suppressed an attack, he pressed down on the same section of scripture. It was like a pre-laid stepping stone for his arrival. Wherever the Buddha's palm landed, his body followed.

Chen Fan's eyes hardened, and he pointed his finger directly at the text on the side of the third page.

[The Buddha uses a footboard to bring order to the scene]

"Deleted."

With a hissing sound.

The words looked as if they had been scalded by fire, and were reduced to ashes.

The golden pattern beneath the Buddha's feet broke off on the spot.

His body sank down.

The pressure from the Buddha's palm instantly dissipated by two-thirds.

When Sun Wukong saw this, he laughed so hard his teeth were showing.

"Baldy, you get down here too!"

He swung his staff again, aiming to finish the Buddha on the head.

The Buddha raised his palm to receive the attack.

The collision from both sides ripped off the entire roof of the top floor of the back garage.

The sky was revealed.

The Jade Emperor's expression finally changed.

"Laojun".

"I know."

Laozi took a step forward, and the fire in the Eight Trigrams Furnace split into two streams. One stream pressed down on Buddha, while the other swept towards the first spectator. The fire showed no mercy; it burned whoever was in a higher position.

The Jade Emperor was even more direct.

He reached out and grabbed, and a whole array of illusory imperial seals from the Heavenly Court crashed down, turning what was originally just a battlefield in the back warehouse into a narrow gap between the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect.

Now, it's truly a fight between the two sides.

The Buddhist temple is a key location.

The Heavenly Court wants to seize it.

The first audience member wants to be cut.

The sutra contemplator is still keeping a record.

Chen Fan's group smashed anyone who blocked their way.

Everything is in chaos.

They're all open now.

Tang Sanzang's pen was almost smoking.

"The Jade Emperor has taken real action."

"Laojun lowers the furnace fire."

"The first audience seat is cracked."

"The Buddha's footrest is broken."

The page lights up briefly every time a message is typed.

Zongwu became more and more compliant with the insults.

"Don't you guys like to set results?"

"Come on, let's place the order again!"

"You guys just made one, and Chen Fan deleted one. Let's see if your pen is faster or his hand is faster!"

The first audience member's face darkened.

After his seat split open, the layer of light beneath him began to leak out. What leaked out wasn't light, but rather unfinished old judgments. These judgments floated into the air, only to collide with the sutra patterns of the observer, causing them to twist and the entire high-level area to become unbalanced.

The situation is even worse for Tathagata.

With the pedal broken, he had to readjust the position every time he pressed down. To make matters worse, Laozi's furnace fire was still blazing, and the Jade Emperor's seal was still pressing down, so even the largest Buddha's palm couldn't be as steady as before.

Sun Wukong grew stronger with each fight.

Pigsy went berserk with killing.

"Who just said Old Pig would lose first?"

"Come on, say it again!"

With a powerful swipe of the nine-toothed rake, the section that had been cut clean was shattered.

Sha Wujing propped up the sutra pages, his forehead covered in blood, but his voice remained steady.

"Senior Brother, to the left."

"I saw it!"

Yang Jian thrust his three-pointed, double-edged sword horizontally, the blade cutting into the descending sutra pattern on the left.

The Bull Demon King charged upwards against the black wind.

Red Boy's fire seeped into the seat through the crack.

The white dragon horse somersaulted through the air, throwing all the scattered old pronouncements toward the Buddhist sect.

The entire venue was completely destroyed.

Chen Fan looked up.

Opportunity is fleeting.

He pressed his hand to continue writing and added a sentence in the middle of the third page.

The current battle situation is undecided.

The moment this sentence was written, the entire page jolted.

The Tathagata, the first audience member, and the one who observes the sutra—all three simultaneously remain still.

Just this once.

Sun Wukong's staff finally slammed solidly into the cracked seat of the first spectator.

Click!

The seats were broken in the middle.

The first audience member swayed to the side.

At the same time.

The footrest that Chen Fan had deleted from Buddha's feet collapsed completely.

His Buddha-like body sank, and half of his palm lost control, pressing diagonally towards the person observing the scriptures.

The three sides above instantly lost their balance.

The observer's expression changed for the first time, and he suddenly looked up.

"Get out of the way!"

No one is backing out.

Sun Wukong had already stepped on the broken mat and raised his staff again.

Chen Fan also saw a new line of text appear at the bottom of the third page.

He didn't write it.

The words are still popping out.

[High-altitude fall—]

Chapter 243 The Observer Appears

[High-altitude fall—]

The entire back warehouse exploded before the words were even halfway through.

It wasn't thunder.

That's the sound of pages turning.

Wow!

Whoosh!

It was as if someone had suddenly flipped open countless scriptures. Sounds rushed in from all directions, drilling into ears and scraping against bones. The tattered pages on the shelves were all lifted up, flying wildly in mid-air, scattering sparks everywhere.

As soon as Sun Wukong swung his staff, a curse preceded the blow.

"Stop pretending! Get out here, Old Sun!"

The wind tore open a page.

The place was empty, but no one was there.

Only one figure slowly emerged from the sound of pages turning.

It really was squeezed out.

First, there was a hand. The hand had no flesh, only layers of paper edges turning over. With each turn, its shape changed. It looked like an old man's hand, then a young man's hand, and then, with a flick of the wrist, the five fingers seemed to have shortened, as if it had become a different version.

Next came the shoulders, then the face, then the whole person.

It stood beside the cracked seat high above, as if temporarily pieced together from countless pages of a book. Its face had no fixed features; the space between its eyes was initially blank, then two lines of ink characters appeared in the next instant, and then the ink characters scattered into fragments in the next instant.

The Buddha raised his hand, and his palm stopped.

The first viewer did not write anything more.

Even the Jade Emperor's side hasn't been touched.

The area behind the building became eerily quiet, with only the sound of pages turning echoing from the figure.

Chen Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at it.

"Finally, you've decided to let go?"

The figure looked at him, and its voice was strange.

It's like many people talking through a piece of paper.

"The imbalance happened too quickly."

"If I hadn't come, page three would have gone off track prematurely."

Sun Wukong laughed after hearing this, a fierce laugh.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to comment on this page?"

He had barely finished speaking when he picked up his stick and went up again.

This one was even heavier than the last.

The club pierced through three layers of messy pages and struck the figure on the head.

boom!

It hit.

The ground in the back garage shook.

Just as the Bull Demon King was about to applaud, before he could even utter a laugh, his expression changed.

The figure did not shatter.

The spot where the stick hit collapsed first, then flipped back up with a crash. It was like a stack of old books that had been smashed and then rearranged its page numbers on its own.

It didn't even move its feet.

Sun Wukong's eyes darkened, and with a twist of his wrist, he swept his golden cudgel horizontally.

"Let's try again!"

This strike snapped the figure in half at the waist.

His upper body flew out and crashed into the wreckage in mid-air.

The lower body remained standing in the same place.

But after only half a breath, more page-turning sounds came from between the two sections of the body, and with a whoosh, they closed up again and grew back together.

Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine.

"What the hell is this thing? It can be put back together after being broken apart?"

The figure turned its head and looked at Sun Wukong.

"The Monkey King, the seventh version of the rebellion sample."

"The aggressive tendency remains stable."

Sun Wukong's face immediately turned black.

Say it again.

When Chen Fan heard the words "seventh edition," a chill ran through his eyes.

He understood immediately.

It's not just Sun Wukong.

It's not just their round.

I've seen this thing more than once.

The Buddha suddenly spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

"The one who contemplates the sutra."

After those three words were spoken, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Even the first spectator pulled his pen back half an inch, not rushing to intervene for the first time.

The figure, the one who observes the scriptures, glanced at the Buddha.

"You still remember that name?"

The Buddha stared at it, his palm radiating a persistent light.

"You do not belong to the Western Paradise."

"It does not belong to the Heavenly Court either."

The first audience member chimed in with a comment.

"It doesn't belong in the audience area either."

These words caused a stir even among the Jade Emperor's side.

Venus's face turned pale.

"Even the top spectator is wary of it?"

Lao Jun narrowed his eyes, and the elixir fire in his sleeve shrank to a thin line, no longer being released randomly.

Upon seeing this, Chen Fan actually laughed.

His smile was a bit cold.

Ok.

It turns out this weird thing doesn't stand on anyone.

It stands by itself.

The sutra reader ignored the gazes around him, focusing only on the third page. The black and gold sutra was still warm, new characters constantly spilling from the edges of the pages, only to be worn away by the old rules, like two forces tearing at each other.

It paused for a few moments before speaking again.

"I've deployed many systems."

"Those who seek scriptures, those who change their fate, those who observe, and those who settle scores."

"I've also cast anchor points."

"The stone monkey, the golden cicada, the white dragon, and even the fruit under the Five Fingers Mountain."

"I have seen many cycles of the world."

"Someone wrote it in sequence."

"Someone deleted it and started over."

"Someone went crazy halfway through writing it."

"Someone took the pen and immediately knelt down."

Its voice was flat, without the slightest hint of remorse.

It's like reporting an expense.

Those in the back warehouse felt a chill run down their spines.

The white dragon horse clenched its teeth.

"Even I'm an anchor point?"

Tang Sanzang held the pen, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

"Did you put the cicada in there too?"

The observer did not deny it.

It continued.

"I've been looking for it."

"Find someone who can take on the task of continuing the story."

"A person who can keep writing without being swallowed up by the old words on the page."

"Chen Fan, you are the closest to the result so far."

result.

It uses this word.

It's like describing a crafted object.

A surge of anger welled up in Chen Fan's chest.

He pointed at the person observing the scriptures and cursed them without any politeness.

"You fucking treat all living beings like a test draft?"

"When one version dies, a new one comes."

"Let's send people up in waves and see who can hold out."

"You really think you're someone who can write?"

The spectator looked at him.

The facial features changed three times, finally settling into a blurry human face.

"Yes."

One word.

The decision was so decisive that it surprised everyone.

It actually admitted it.

Chen Fan was even angrier by this.

"You recognize it quickly."

"Then I'll tear this piece of junk to shreds today."

The spectator whispered:

"You got to where you are today because of the opportunity I gave you."

"Without an amoral system, you'd still be feeding fruit under the Five Finger Mountain."

Chen Fan grinned, but his eyes were cold.

"Then I should beat you up even more."

"I've been feeding the fruit for a hundred years, at least I haven't used other people's lives to start this story."

Sun Wukong suddenly swung his staff.

"Well said."

The Bull Demon King also laughed loudly.

"I understand. This thing is even more sinister than the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect."

Red Boy breathed fire at him.

"Whether the Samadhi Fire will burn the book or not, try it and you'll know."

The fire dragon rushed up to the top and instantly wrapped around the spectator.

The sound of pages turning suddenly became chaotic.

Large patches of blackened, curled paper on the observer's body fell incessantly. For the first time, it took half a step back.

Everyone could see through his retreat.

It's not that it can't be fought.

It's just difficult to beat.

Sun Wukong wouldn't let him get away, so he rushed over, stepping on the tattered mat.

"Eat Old Sun's Chain Kick!"

boom! boom! boom!

One blow hit his shoulder, another his face, and yet another pierced his heart.

Each strike sent the pages of the sutra reader flying everywhere.

It looked like a rain of words was falling over the back warehouse.

Among those fragments, some were labeled "Convergence," some "Reboot," and some even "Failure Sample."

Pigsy's eyes widened.

"My goodness, is this grandson's belly full of these things?"

Zongwu snorted and slapped the ground with both hands.

The remaining chains of scriptures on the ground suddenly shot up and wrapped around the legs of the person observing the scriptures.

Sha Wujing followed up with his demon-subduing staff and struck it on the back.

The white dragon horse transformed into its true form, its tail whipping out horizontally.

A group of people surrounded them and started working hard.

The scene was incredibly satisfying.

The sutra readers retreated one after another, the sound of pages turning on their bodies becoming out of rhythm.

It raised its hand and pressed down, and dozens of white lines suddenly fell from the sky.

Each line is like the binding thread on a book spine, so fast it's dizzying to the naked eye.

Chi Chi Chi!

Sun Wukong was first struck on the shoulder, his skin and flesh torn open.

The Bull Demon King also had a gash cut open on his chest.

Tang Seng raised his brush and wrote three "sever" characters in succession to block the sliver of white light that was piercing Chen Fan.

The first audience member suddenly moved.

He did not help the sutra observer.

With a single stroke, he deflected a white line.

The Buddha also raised his palm, and the Buddha's light pressed down on the white line falling on the other side.

The person observing the sutra turned their head, revealing clear dissatisfaction for the first time.

"Are you going to stop me?"

The first audience member said calmly:

"You've gone too far."

The Buddha's voice was even colder.

"This page is now in contention."

"It's not something you can just decide to take back."

That's tantamount to revealing your hand.

Those who contemplate the scriptures are not masters of either side.

It really came alone.

Chen Fan laughed, and his laughter became even more intense.

"Did you hear that? Even these two are annoyed with you."

"You're taking people's manuscripts for trial while trying to reap the benefits."

"That's shameless."

The observer stopped looking at anyone else and stared intently at Chen Fan.

"You have crossed the line."

"The third page shouldn't be written like this."

"Continuing the story isn't about making you flip the table."

Chen Fan stepped forward and gripped the scripture book even tighter.

"I'm going to overturn it anyway."

"If you treat the world as a draft, I'll turn your general book into scrap paper."

The sound of pages turning on the sutra reader suddenly became more rapid.

It seemed to be completely touched by that sentence.

"You don't understand."

"No one could have gotten this far without my repeated attempts."

Chen Fan cursed:

"Bullshit."

"If others can't get through, it's because you made the road into a pit."

"Still pretending to rescue someone?"

These few words of cursing were both swift and vicious.

The Bull Demon King and his companions thoroughly enjoyed the story.

Even Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) shouted, "Well said!"

The one who observes the scriptures stops talking.

It raised its hand.

The hand instantly transformed into a dense array of page cutters, reaching directly for the third page.

The speed is ridiculously fast.

The Tathagata takes out his palm.

The first viewer wrote it.

Sun Wukong smashed it horizontally with his staff.

The three forces collided at the same moment.

boom!

The entire back warehouse was completely blown up.

The entire structure collapsed.

Fragments of pages were scattered everywhere.

Chen Fan felt a blur before his eyes, and all he could hear was the sharp sound of pages turning, as if someone was forcibly stuffing a piece of metal into his brain and stirring it.

He clutched the black gold scripture tightly, but suddenly felt a lightness on his chest.

wrong.

It's too light.

Chen Fan looked down and his expression changed instantly.

The third page is missing half a piece.

It's not a tear.

It looked like someone used their fingertips to pull a piece of text directly off it.

The edge of the half-gap was still slightly white.

The sutra contemplator had already retreated to a higher position.

In its hand, it held a piece of black and gold writing.

The words on it were still alive, twisting and turning; they were part of the third page that Chen Fan had just written.

Sun Wukong's eyes immediately turned red.

"You dare to steal it!"

The contemplator's voice regained its composure.

"I'll take half of the experimental results first."

"Let's see if you can keep the remaining half."

After it finished speaking, its body suddenly shrunk backward.

His entire being transformed into countless fluttering pages.

The Buddha raised his palm to suppress it.

The first audience member sealed off the road.

Cut it off from both sides simultaneously.

But the half-text had already been sucked into its body, with only a corner showing, as if it had been stuffed back into a larger booklet.

Just as Chen Fan was about to give chase, the black gold scripture in his arms suddenly began to vibrate wildly.

On the missing third page, new bloody words slowly seeped out.

Only two words.

[Completed]

The next moment, another unfamiliar voice emerged from the scripture.

It's not a system.

Nor is he a practitioner of the sutra.

The voice was hoarse, as if speaking through a crack in the paper behind a gap.

"Don't let it turn to page four."

Chapter 244 Reclaiming Page 3

"Don't let it turn to page four."

The hoarse voice fell.

At the gap on the third page, the blood-red text begins to shrink back.

It's like someone is holding a damp cloth and erasing the words they just wrote, stroke by stroke.

Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.

"No, the third page is back."

Tang Sanzang was the first to react, and immediately picked up his pen to write.

"Get out of my way!"

He stepped forward to the scripture, dipped his brush in blood, and began to fill in the gaps.

"Page 3 is complete; do not scroll back—"

The pen suddenly stopped halfway through writing the character.

It felt like hitting a hard shell.

Tang Sanzang's wrist jerked, and his tiger's mouth split open.

The half-line of text lit up only briefly before shattering into gold dust.

Pigsy's eyes bulged as he watched.

"What the hell? Your old pen isn't working either?"

Tang Sanzang ignored him and wrote three more strokes.

One-stroke page.

A single stroke seals the corner.

A single stroke suppresses the momentum.

Three strokes fell in succession.

Completely shattered.

Not only did it shatter, but the broken ink also bounced back, splattering all over Tang Sanzang's face.

Tang Sanzang's face darkened.

"It can't be fixed."

Sun Wukong slammed his staff back, sending the attacking shadow flying back, and turned to shout, "Speak human language!"

Tang Sanzang stared at the gap and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"That half-page is still in its hands."

"As long as the text is still considered its possession, even if I write it down, it won't cover it up."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone behind him changed.

The Bull Demon King immediately started cursing.

"They stole it and they can still claim it? What kind of ridiculous rule is that!"

A scroll of pages hangs high above.

The observer of the sutra appeared from the fluttering white paper.

It still had that same expressionless face, but now it held half a piece of paper in its hand.

It was the half of the third page that had been removed.

On that half-piece of paper, the blood-written words are still flowing.

With each inch the water flowed, the scriptures in Chen Fan's arms dimmed a little.

The Buddha landed on the other side, his palm pressing down on the torn mat, staring at the half-piece of paper with an even deeper gaze than before.

The first audience member stood on the edge of the break, the pen in his hand hovering, not in a hurry to move.

Clearly, even he was wary of this thing.

The person contemplating the sutra looked down at the half-page in their hand, their voice still flat.

"You guys are writing too fast."

"If the third page is completed, many subsequent rounds will be wasted."

Sun Wukong's anger flared up immediately upon hearing this.

"You actually did it, you son of a bitch!"

"I knew you weren't a spectator! Turns out you were already on stage!"

The observer didn't look at him, but only at Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan, hand over the scriptures."

"I will only retrieve the pages that were out of balance."

"You can still survive."

Pigsy almost laughed in anger.

"Listen to this, this bastard is even putting on an act."

Sha Wujing had already dragged the demon-subduing staff in front of him, his gaze fixed on the hand of the sutra observer.

The white dragon horse also transformed into human form and moved to Chen Fan's left.

Tang Sanzang wiped the ink off his face, his voice cold and hard.

"It is not an observation."

"It's choosing an ending."

Zongwu kept pressing on the ground.

At that moment, he finally looked up.

Those eyes had been fixed on it ever since the observer appeared.

It's not about looks.

It's about looking at the half-page in its hand.

"I have a question for you."

Zong Wu didn't say much, but the room fell silent immediately.

The spectator looked at him.

Zongwu slowly stood up, blood still seeping from the cracks on his body.

"If you only observe..."

"Why should you take away the written words?"

A single sentence was uttered.

The air around us seemed to have solidified.

The Bull Demon King was taken aback at first, then slapped his thigh.

"yes!"

"Can spectators reach out and snatch the script?"

Pigsy realized what was happening and immediately chimed in.

"You say you're a sutra contemplator, so be it. Who goes to the theater to change the lyrics?"

Sun Wukong pointed his golden cudgel diagonally and grinned.

"I understand."

"This grandson wasn't just a bystander."

"It's cheating."

The person observing the sutra did not respond immediately at first.

Its hand, holding half a page, tightened its grip slightly.

Just this once.

The first spectator's eyes flickered.

Buddha also narrowed his eyes.

These top players in the arena could easily see what this pause meant.

The true core of the system in Chen Fan's mind suddenly jolted.

[Rule exemption relaxation detected]

[Target identity verification in progress]

Cracks appear in the observation markers.

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.

There's a chance!

Zongwu took a step forward and continued to press for answers.

"The fact that you can handle written words means you've been exposed to written words before."

"The fact that you've touched the text means you've interfered with the process."

"You interfered in the process, so what are you pretending to be an observer for?"

"How many rounds have you actually watched?"

Each sentence was harsher than the last.

Each sentence is more direct than the last.

The sutra ruler in the observer's hand suddenly lit up for a moment.

It's like trying to intimidate someone.

Zong Wu didn't retreat. Instead, he raised his hand to press the wound on his chest and grinned.

"Answer it."

"If you didn't touch it, why would Half Page recognize you?"

"If you have moved, then it is not observation."

"If you weren't an observer, would you still be able to hold onto this position?"

boom!

The white mat high up, which was already torn, suddenly broke off another corner.

It's as if some unseen judgment is pressing down.

The observer's expression finally changed.

It wasn't anger.

It's a stagnation.

The calm that had always been on its face was torn open.

It stared at Zongwu, paused for two breaths, and then spoke.

"I've corrected it a few times."

The entire room fell silent.

The next moment, Pigsy exploded first.

"several times?"

"How many times have you called that?"

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, his laughter filled with ferocity.

"They admit it!"

"You bastard, you actually dare to admit it!"

The Bull Demon King swung his iron cudgel.

"I'm going to smash that fake face of yours today."

The observer's voice turned cold.

"Not just a few times."

"It's many rounds."

Some people shouldn't wake up. Some pages shouldn't be turned.

"I'm just correcting the deviation."

As soon as those words were spoken...

A glint of light flashed in the Buddha's eyes.

The first audience member slowly raised his pen.

The way they looked at it changed completely.

They could have joined forces to suppress Chen Fan before.

Because those who contemplate scriptures still have that shell of "pure observation".

The shell is now cracked.

Then it's no longer about watching a show.

Those are the players.

Those who enter the game must abide by its rules.

Chen Fan had been waiting for this moment.

He stepped forward and directly lifted the black and gold scripture.

"System, grant me the necessary permissions!"

[Continuing the response to the story]

The target has lost its exemption for pure observation.

[Author's privileges have been increased]

[The legality of possession can be determined]

Chen Fan's eyes lit up.

He abruptly flipped open the missing page of the sutra, aimed it at the half-piece of paper in the hands of the sutra reader, and drank it down.

"I wrote the third page."

"You skipped to a different page, hid the content, and reverted to the previous result."

"This is illegal spoiler!"

"Take it back!"

The last four words were uttered.

Both black and white marks erupted from his palm at the same time.

Black mark deleted.

White ink embossed.

The two marks were not placed anywhere else, but directly on that half-page of paper.

The observer's expression changed completely, and he raised his hand to seal it.

You are not qualified—

"I have."

Chen Fan roared even louder than it.

"Since you're involved, don't pretend to be a bystander."

"You stole page three."

"You've been found guilty of a violation!"

boom!

The half-page of paper jolted violently.

The blood-written words on the paper seemed to come alive, frantically trying to pull back.

The person observing the sutra trembled and failed to grasp it.

For the first time, an uncontrollable look of surprise appeared in its eyes.

"How is that possible?"

"Why is it impossible!"

Chen Fan had already rushed forward.

Sun Wukong was even faster, stepping on the torn pages to deliver a blow with his staff.

"Let go of my hand!"

This blow wasn't aimed at anyone.

It's that hand.

The one who was observing the sutra raised a ruler to block it.

With a click.

A crack appeared in the ruler.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang Sanzang picked up his brush again and wrote on the half-page, this time without writing on the missing part.

"The stolen pages are unclaimed!"

"Plagiarism is illegal!"

Two short sentences were nailed on.

The bloodstains on the half-page of paper instantly went dark.

"It's done!" Pigsy roared until his voice was hoarse.

The person contemplating the sutra suddenly flipped their palm, trying to roll the half-page back into their body.

The first audience member suddenly made a move.

A horizontal seal.

"Now that we're in the game, let's play by the rules."

The Buddha was not slow either; he pressed down with his palm, directly suppressing the white page beneath the feet of the spectator.

"Unauthorized alterations to multiple rounds will not exempt one from liability."

This is equivalent to blocking it from both sides at the same time.

Just a moment ago, neither of them would give in to the other.

For now, we need to restrain the person observing the sutra.

The atmosphere was incredibly exciting.

The Bull Demon King grinned as he watched.

"Fine, fine, let the dogs fight it out, but first spit out the page!"

Chen Fan was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

He pressed his hands against the scripture book, continuing to write until the ink was fully opened, his voice almost cracking his throat.

"Page 3, back to the main book!"

"receive!"

The black and white seals suddenly closed together.

The half-page in the contemplative's hand finally slipped away.

First, it was an inch.

Then another half foot.

Finally, the whole thing broke free, like a bloody fish being pulled from its grasp.

The person observing the sutra reached forward and grabbed a handful.

They missed.

The half-page transformed into a beam of red light, shooting directly into the scripture in Chen Fan's arms.

Snapped!

The gap has been filled.

The third page was closed again.

The entire black and gold scripture shuddered violently, as if it had finally caught its breath.

next second.

The blood-red characters that were originally shrinking back all stopped.

Not only did it stop, it reappeared along the same path.

One line.

Two lines.

Three lines.

It's brighter and more stable than before.

The system's true core exploded in Chen Fan's mind.

[Page 3 successfully retrieved]

[Illegal possession has been removed]

[Public rollback terminated]

[Enhanced Continuation Writing Permissions]

[Reward Distribution: One-time mandatory drafting rights for a designated paragraph]

Chen Fan almost burst out laughing.

Not only did they manage to get it back, but they also managed to take it back.

You also get a lot of free privileges.

This time, I really didn't lose out.

Sun Wukong immediately understood his expression, grinned, and cursed, "You succeeded?"

Chen Fan looked up and made a gesture at him.

"I won by half a hand."

"If this isn't enough, we can go all out later."

Pigsy beamed with joy upon hearing this.

"Okay, okay, I like hearing that."

The person observing the sutra stood still, their palms still in a grasping position.

empty.

It stared at the hand for a long time.

It's like disbelief.

It's like discovering for the first time that I can also make mistakes.

Zong Wu exhaled a breath stained with blood and said in a low voice, "After pretending for so long, the skin has finally been torn off."

Tang Sanzang also put down his pen and stared at the sutra reader.

"You didn't come here."

"You're here to choose who will survive to the next page."

These words were like a knife, piercing straight in.

The person observing the sutra slowly raised their head.

The smooth layer on her face finally cracked completely.

It's not an exaggerated expression.

Quite the opposite.

Its lips were pressed tightly together, its eyes vacant for a moment, then suddenly sank down.

That usually aloof composure dissipated for the first time.

broken.

It looked at Chen Fan, its voice lower and hoarser than before.

"You think you've won just because you got back the third page?"

Chen Fan retorted directly.

"At least I slapped you in the face."

Sun Wukong showed no respect whatsoever.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Come on, I'll beat you until you realize your place."

The observer did not act immediately.

It simply raised its other hand slowly.

That hand wasn't holding the ruler.

Palms facing up.

With a gentle flip.

The white pages fluttering around suddenly fell silent for a moment.

next second.

A gray shadow emerged from the palm of his hand.

The shadow was very faint at first.

Like a human figure in the water.

Gradually, the outline became clearer.

Shoulders, back, face, and the booklet in his hand.

Even the old scar on his forehead was exactly the same.

Pigsy was dumbfounded.

"Who...who is this?"

The swear word that the Bull Demon King was about to utter was stuck in his throat.

Tang Sanzang's hand gripping the pen tightened suddenly.

The smile on Sun Wukong's face vanished instantly.

Chen Fan himself was stunned.

The gray figure raised its head.

It's him.

Another Chen Fan.

The man had a large hole in his chest, and his eyes were frighteningly empty, as if he hadn't even breathed his last before he died.

The spectator stared at Chen Fan, speaking slowly and deliberately.

Do you want to see it?

"The previous round."

"How did you lose?"

Chapter 245 My Previous Life

The gray figure stood beside the broken seats.

The wind blew in through the broken opening, making his clothes sway. The face was exactly the same as Chen Fan's, only thinner, like a piece of wood that had been scorched by fire—the outside was still there, but the inside was long gone.

There was no blood in the hole in his chest.

It's dark inside.

A page of the album was forcibly torn out.

Pigsy swallowed hard and took a half step back.

"Old Chen, is this really yours?"

Sun Wukong remained silent.

He held his golden cudgel horizontally in front of him, his eyes fixed on the gray figure as if it were a venomous snake trying to burrow into the crowd.

The observer stood higher, looking down at the scene with a blank expression.

It was as if he had known this would happen all along.

Gray Shadow spoke first.

Have you seen enough?

The voice also sounds like Chen Fan's.

It was just so gritty, like my throat was stuffed with paper ash.

He looked at Chen Fan with no hostility or warmth in his eyes.

"I am you."

"You in the previous round."

The surroundings fell silent.

The Buddha's light in his palm hadn't dissipated, nor had the Jade Emperor's purple aura receded, and the elixir at Laozi's fingertip flickered. Yet, neither moved first.

Because that statement is too heavy.

Even the first viewer stopped writing.

Chen Fan looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own, and his heart sank.

It's not fear.

It's annoying.

very annoying.

He fought his way here, and what he hates most is this kind of thing. Under the guise of "it's for your own good," with a tone that says they already knew how it would end, they stand up and tell you not to leave.

Gray Image saw through his thoughts and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You don't believe me."

"normal."

"I didn't believe it at first either."

He raised his hand, pointed to the top of his head, then to the bottom of his feet, and then to the black and gold scripture in Chen Fan's hand.

"I also grabbed the third page."

"I also received a copy of the continuation stamp."

"I also thought that as long as I kept writing, I could drag them all down."

"And the result?"

He took a step forward.

Inside the hole in his chest, words were faintly visible turning.

Like torn pages of a journal.

"The result is that every time you write a paragraph, another group of people fill in the gaps for you."

"One round of death for Huaguo Mountain."

"One round of death at Jilei Mountain."

"When the thread of the pilgrimage breaks, someone will replace it with another one."

"The people you wanted to save ended up as words in your hands."

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's eyes immediately turned red.

Red Boy carried the Fire-Tipped Spear, sparks flying from his feet.

"Bullshit!"

The gray figure didn't even glance at him, only staring at Chen Fan.

"I didn't come here to insult you."

"I'm here to cut my losses."

"Delete it."

"It's not too late to delete it now."

"Delete the third page completely, and cut off everything after that. At least some people can still survive."

Tang Sanzang's fingers tightened, and the pen made a soft sound as he pressed down.

"You lost so badly in the last round, and you expect him to kneel down too?"

The gray figure said calmly, "Kneeling is better than dragging everyone down with you."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately laughed.

His laughter was cold.

"How dare you say that I, Old Sun, will die?"

The gray figure finally looked at him.

"You died seven times."

"On the sixth attempt, the stick broke in half, but you were still charging."

"The seventh time, even your name has been erased."

The smile on Sun Wukong's face gradually faded.

Pigsy's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

The white dragon horse exhaled softly, its hooves leaving a white mark on the gravel.

The gray shadow turned its gaze back to Chen Fan.

"Do you know what I finally learned?"

"It's not hard."

"It's not robbery."

"It is acknowledged."

"You can't win a high position by acknowledging that the records belong to them. You can only go this far by following the path."

His voice lowered as he said this.

"Chen Fan, delete it."

"If I continue writing, it's not just going against nature, it's harming people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive atmosphere around them tightened instantly.

The Buddha's eyes flickered.

The Jade Emperor also made a move.

Even the observer's eyes flickered with a subtle change.

This is not just advice.

This is clearly paving the way for them.

Chen Fan remained silent.

He stared at the gray figure for a few moments, then suddenly smiled.

Not big.

But everyone heard it.

Gray Shadow frowned.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Fan raised his chin.

"I laugh at you, you've already died, and you still have this little bit of ambition."

"You couldn't move in the last round, that's your problem."

"Even if it's not me, I have to stop."

One sentence was enough to set the place up in an instant.

Sun Wukong grinned first.

"That's right."

Pigsy slapped his thigh.

"That's the line!"

The Bull Demon King was even more direct, raising his axe and thrusting it forward.

"I thought you were going to talk to him for ages."

For the first time, Gray Shadow's usually expressionless face darkened.

"You have no idea what's next."

"I know."

Chen Fan interrupted him.

"Someone wanted me to delete it."

"Then I'll definitely not delete it."

"You say people will die if you keep writing. Nonsense. The day I crawled out from under the Five Finger Mountain, I knew people would die on this road."

"To die does not mean one should stop."

"If anyone should stop, it should be the person blocking the way."

Chen Fan took a step forward, and the black gold scripture in his hand vibrated with a hum.

You lost, not because you saw further ahead.

"It's because you were scared first."

The emptiness in Gray Shadow's eyes finally cracked open.

He stared at Chen Fan, his voice carrying a hint of hardness for the first time.

"You really think you're better than me?"

"I've walked more roads than you have."

"The situations I've seen are far more complex than yours."

"I was the one who first got access to the system's main permissions."

He raised his hand and grabbed it.

This grab wasn't aimed at Chen Fan's neck, nor at the scriptures.

It was the system imprint that reached Chen Fan's heart.

As soon as he extended his five fingers, the sound of paper tearing echoed all around.

It was as if he had ripped open countless invisible margins.

The observer's gaze sharpened.

"He wants to recycle it."

The first audience member picked up his pen and made a comment.

The Buddha's palm pressed down.

The Jade Emperor's purple aura sealed the top.

But the gray shadow's move was too fast, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times. It directly passed through several blocks and grabbed Chen Fan in front of him.

Sun Wukong swung his staff at it.

The gray figure didn't even turn its head.

The stick's shadow brushed past his shoulder, only scattering a patch of gray characters.

"Fake?"

Pigsy cried out.

"No, it's log format."

Lao Jun's expression changed after he took a sip.

"He's not alive now; he's just a remnant of the previous record!"

Chen Fan understood in that instant as well.

This thing is not just a shadow.

He is the "backup plan" left in the gap on the third page after his defeat.

He didn't come to offer advice.

He came to steal it.

Reclaim parent system privileges.

Reclaim the right to "delete".

The gray figure's five fingers were already gripping Chen Fan's chest.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Since you won't listen, I'll delete it for you."

The words fell.

A sudden thought struck Chen Fan.

That familiar system voice suddenly started flashing wildly.

[Residue from an old pen wheel was detected]

[A request to revoke parent privileges has been detected]

[Verification in progress]

[Verification in progress]

[Verification in progress]

As soon as this series of sounds began, everyone's expression changed.

Tang Sanzang picked up his brush and wrote, pressing down the character "定" (ding) with a single stroke.

The black hole in the gray shadow's chest suddenly sucked in the words, swallowing them whole.

Red Boy spewed out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire.

The fire fell on the gray shadow, burning out a dense array of old characters.

The text above is all fragmented sentences.

"This game cannot continue."

"The position is open to discussion."

"Refund in exchange for deposit"

"Let Huaguo Mountain evacuate first."

Chen Fan's eyes turned cold when he saw these few sentences.

He got it.

In the previous round, it wasn't simply that I couldn't beat them.

He believed in the deal.

They believed that those in high positions would be given a way out.

Just then, the system voice suddenly changed.

No longer jarring.

Instead, it was as cold as a piece of iron.

Verification complete

[Old wheel permissions have expired]

[Currently the sole author of this sequel: Chen Fan]

Certified Recycling

[Certification and recycling successful]

boom!

The gray figure's hand looked as if it had been severed on the spot by something.

It wasn't a severed hand.

That entire extended chain of permissions was shattered.

Segment by segment, blasted into ashes.

For the first time, the gray figure showed an ugly expression and retreated hastily.

"How is that possible!"

"The mother's authority is clearly..."

"That was from the previous round."

Chen Fan grabbed his wrist.

This time, they've got something real.

The words on the gray figure's body darted around wildly, as if trying to scatter or escape.

Chen Fan stared intently at him.

"You're no longer the writer."

"You're just a discarded old manuscript."

That's harsher than a knife.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong burst into laughter and blocked their retreat with his staff.

"Old drafts should be thrown into the stove and burned."

The gray figure struggled twice but couldn't break free.

Suddenly, rolls of torn pages began to flip out from the large hole in his chest.

It was not an attack.

It's an overflow.

It's like it can't be contained anymore.

The system beeped again.

[Discovering the old wheel failure log]

[Accept or not?]

Chen Fan didn't even think about it.

"catch."

The next instant, a barrage of chaotic images crashed into his mind.

It's not a complete memory.

All of them are fragments.

On Flower Fruit Mountain, Sun Wukong was covered in blood, yet he was still striking upwards.

The Bull Demon King knelt on the ground, with a burned-down mountain gate behind him.

Tang Sanzang wrote until his hands cracked, and his blood soaked through the pages of the sutra.

And himself.

Standing in front of a high seat, making a deal with someone whose face you can't see.

The other party only said one sentence.

"Hand over half of the third page first, and I'll guarantee your people will leave the scene."

Chen Fan believed it in the last round.

Believing can change your life.

As a result, once the third page was handed over, all subsequent moves were lost.

Following the high position along that half-page, he reversed his hand and locked the entire continuation line.

The subsequent collapse was a chain reaction.

In the end, they lost everything.

After consuming these fragments, Chen Fan's temples were throbbing.

Gray Shadow stopped struggling.

He looked at Chen Fan, his voice lowering.

"Now you know."

"Some roads, if you insist on taking them, will lead to your death."

Chen Fan took a breath, his gaze becoming even more steady.

"I see."

A complex emotion flashed in Gray Shadow's eyes.

"Then delete it."

Chen Fan shook his head.

"I know where you went wrong."

"You didn't lose to them because they were strong."

"You're negotiating with high prices too early."

The room fell silent.

Even the one observing the scriptures narrowed his eyes.

Chen Fan pulled the gray figure close to him, almost face to face.

"You want to keep them."

"You want to save a portion."

"You want to use concessions as a bargaining chip."

"They love this kind of person the most."

"You've already lost the moment you started."

Gray Shadow's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Chen Fan released his grip.

The gray figure staggered half a step, and the words on its body grew fainter and fainter.

It's like they've finally made it to the end.

He looked at Chen Fan, and the emptiness in his eyes slowly turned into an indescribable weariness.

"So... this is what you were seeing."

Chen Fan ignored his sentiments and simply said coldly, "Thank you for sending the log."

Gray Shadow twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Then go ahead and try it."

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to lose his composure.

First the hands, then the shoulders, and then the face that looked exactly like Chen Fan's.

Sun Wukong wanted to go up and deliver another blow, but Chen Fan stopped him by raising his hand.

As the gray shadows faded, only a low murmur remained.

"Don't believe them anymore..."

With a gust of wind, it was completely gone.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

The next moment, Chen Fan looked up.

Let's look at the Buddha first.

Let's look at the Jade Emperor.

Finally, look towards the observers and the first audience member at a higher vantage point.

He opened the black and gold scripture, pressed his finger on the third page, and spoke softly, yet the entire room tensed up.

"From now on."

"High-level trades are void."

"The compromise route should be cut."

"Next, who will continue the story?"

"Whoever does that is out."

The voice just fell.

At the very bottom of the third page, a line of bloody text suddenly appeared on its own.

It wasn't written by Chen Fan.

It's as if someone else has taken the initiative to write from a higher vantage point.

There are only four characters.

[You're out first]