Qin Ye was locked up by the Sacred Wood.

The battle initiated by the Apostle finally came to an end. The old city district was filled with the lingering scent of iron rust and blood. The grand domain of Sumeru couldn't encompass the night sky, and the Third Division's enforcement specialists rapidly arrived at the scene.

Due to the crest artifact of Light City, the wounded in Lion Alley had received the healing of "divine power."

The only person seriously injured and unconscious was Song Ci.

Cui Zhongcheng stood outside the Sumeru domain, watching the blackness enveloping the long night gradually recede. From Gu Nanfeng's departure to the finale, he hadn't waited too long. Standing outside the domain, he didn't even feel anything unusual about the old city district tonight.

Until the night receded.

Gu Nanfeng stopped in front of Little Cui, sincerely saying, "Thank you..."

Cui Zhongcheng was thoughtful, asking softly, "It's over?"

"It's over." Gu Nanfeng nodded.

Cui Zhongcheng watched a group of people carrying a stretcher, on which lay a charred black lump, being carried into an ambulance. That black lump looked awfully familiar... He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, trying to keep his voice from sounding so surprised, and said, "This is..."

"Song Ci."

Gu Nanfeng smiled, "This is the side effect of using the artifact."

"Hiss..."

Even Little Cui couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Soon another group of people came, escorting a long-windcoated man who was tightly bound by the Sacred Wood.

"And this is..."

"Apostle of the Tower of Origin, Qin Ye."

Not quite the same as what he had seen at Hua Zhi before.

"What about the other one?"

"The other one..." Gu Nanfeng pointed to the night sky in the distance of the old city district, thought for a moment, and said, "Blew up."

The long wind carried the scent of iron rust.

The mottled iron filings shimmered with a dim light.

Gu Nanfeng thought with some regret that it was a pity the divine domain froze everyone's minds... No one saw the scene of the Iron Throne exploding.

After the crowd left, only Cui Zhongcheng was left alone, standing in place, lonely and desolate.

He thought for a long time, and finally dialed Grandpa Zhao's phone.

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An hour later.

Song Ci was already lying in a hospital bed, his body, as black as charcoal, completely wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy that had been sleeping for many years and had dried up, peaceful and quiet.

He didn't know that the ward was now surrounded by concerned people. Madam and Nan Jin sat on either side of the bed. Gu Nanfeng, hugging his wooden sword, sat sideways on the windowsill. Councilor Chen San from Nanwan District hadn't arrived yet, but Mr. Gu Zhi had followed all the way from the old city district, not leaving for a moment.

"Before the official handover of councilors is completed, I will guarantee your safety... in case of any more mishaps." Mr. Gu Zhi said to Madam, "After tonight, the attitude of the East洲 Council towards the bill will probably undergo a major reversal..."

Madam just nodded slowly.

Having experienced this assassination, she quickly regained her composure. "What I'm concerned about now is... Ying Ji's injuries."

It is currently known that the Tower of Origin dispatched a total of two Apostles, one named Qin Ye, and one named Tie Wu.

Tie Wu was already dead.

The cause of death was that he could not bear the divine power, and there was another person who used the artifact in the same way, overdrafting the divine power... that was Song Ci. Everyone saw the scene of him fighting back against the two Apostles in the sky above.

Using the artifact desperately.

Pouring out divine power like a madman.

What would be the consequences for him?

"You can rest assured."

Gu Nanfeng, sitting by the windowsill, hugged his wooden sword and said softly, "Brother Song Ci will be fine. The Tomb Keeper has made a divination... he flows with the blood of the 'undying,' and has extremely strong self-healing abilities. These injuries are nothing to him."

He paused.

"He should just be unconscious. After all, it's his first time bearing divine power, and his consciousness needs some time to accept it." Zhou Jiren also spoke, comforting her, "Don't worry, Song Ci will be fine."

Lu Nanzhi took a deep breath. She still had some worries, but she didn't say anything more.

Gu Shen, on the other hand, stood outside the door, leaning against the wall of the ward. The conversation in the room entered his ears word for word... His expression was a little strange.

"Tie Wu is dead?"

He asked very softly.

"Yes."

A light, ethereal voice sounded in his mind.

It was Chu Ling.

After the Sumeru domain shattered, the mental link returned to normal.

"According to the results of the calculation... that's the case."

At this moment, over the old city district, drones streaked across the sky. The East洲 Council's "Heavenly Eye" was collecting the remaining evidence at the scene. The capture of Apostle Qin Ye was likely to trigger a series of huge cases. Starting from the Lion Alley assassination ten years ago, who knew how many unknown, cold-blooded things the followers of the Tower of Origin's god seat had done?

Unfortunately, Tie Wu evaporated from this world.

Because of the overly immense divine power, his body was directly destroyed, torn to shreds... and after mobilizing a large number of Heavenly Eyes, the enforcement specialists who tried to collect transcendent originium also returned empty-handed.

This was a true "evaporation from the human world" in the truest sense.

The body died, the spirit was destroyed, and even the remnants of transcendent originium were not left behind... everything disappeared cleanly, as if it had never appeared.

For East洲, this was not a good thing.

"The human body is just a vessel, and attempting to bear too much power... will..."

"Be like Tie Wu."

Chu Ling mobilized a large amount of data, and ultimately did not obtain a single clue. She sighed regretfully, "He died without even leaving a trace of transcendent originium."

In the world of transcendents, the meaning of this sentence... was probably similar to "died without even leaving ashes."

What could be a more thorough death than the dissipation of transcendent originium?

However... for an Apostle like Tie Wu, dying under the grace of the divine advent was already the best ending.

Chu Ling realized something was wrong.

The corridor was very quiet.

After Gu Shen asked that question, he stopped talking. He seemed to be thinking about something... his gaze drifted towards the distance of the corridor, and a slight breeze gently brushed against his face, mixed with a subtle smell of iron rust.

The surveillance cameras in the hospital corridor were captured frame by frame by Chu Ling, and compared. The system captured a very subtle change in the image.

It was the air vent of the new air system.

Perhaps because it hadn't been repaired for many years, the vent was old and didn't seem very secure.

A very small iron screw, in the slowly flowing wind, was rotating by itself at a very slow speed... the iron pipe of the vent was also slowly trembling.

Gu Shen looked at that iron screw, and said with a complex tone, "What if I said... Tie Wu isn't dead?"

"...?" Chu Ling, sitting in the Zero-Zero-One train, didn't realize that she had a shocked, astonished expression at this moment.

The next moment.

The iron screw quickly rotated back, and the originally loose ventilation duct was tightened as before.

Gu Shen raised his palm and gently clenched his fist.

At the moment of clenching his fist, all the iron objects in the entire corridor trembled in unison, responding.

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