28: The barrier has been activated! The plane has vanished into thin air?

Inside the cockpit.

The piercing alarm was loud enough to tear through one's eardrums.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!"

Captain Wang Hai's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped the control yoke tightly, the veins on his arms bulging from the excessive force.

"This is Flight CA4527! We've been struck by lightning! Left engine failure! Repeat! Left engine failure! We are in a rapid descent!"

"The hydraulic system has failed!"

The co-pilot's voice trembled with despair.

"I can't pull up! The yoke isn't responding at all! We're entering a death spiral!"

Outside the window, the boundary between the earth and the sky had blurred; the entire world was spinning wildly.

The numbers on the altimeter were flickering at a heart-stopping speed.

Nine thousand meters.

Eight thousand meters.

Seven thousand five hundred meters.

They were finished.

At this moment, the same cold conclusion surfaced in the minds of the two experienced pilots... inside the cabin, it was already a living hell.

Intense centrifugal force pinned everyone firmly against their seats.

Cries, sounds of vomiting, and desperate prayers mixed into a single chaotic din.

Jiang Ming sat in a window seat, feeling the pain of his body being torn by gravity, yet his expression was terrifyingly calm.

His brain was working at a speed a hundred times faster than a normal person's.

Analyze.

Evaluate.

Search for the only way out.

Raven Summoning Technique?

No.

At ten thousand meters in the air, falling at high speed...

The flesh and blood of ordinary ravens wouldn't even be able to get near the fuselage in this environment before being torn to shreds by the violent airflow.

Let alone support a passenger plane weighing over a hundred tons.

Plant Control?

Even more of a fantasy.

Beneath them was a vast void; there was nothing but clouds.

Therefore, only one choice remained.

The most powerful trump card he had just obtained and wasn't even fully familiar with yet.

Innate Domain.

With his Level 10 soul strength, expanding a domain with a radius of a hundred meters could, in theory, envelop the entire plane.

However, theory was just theory.

Within the domain, using his will to counteract the terrifying kinetic energy and gravity of a falling airliner...

This was no longer walking a tightrope.

This was dancing on the edge of a blade.

One slight slip-up, and his soul would be instantly crushed by the massive force of physical laws.

The risk was immense.

But if he didn't do it, in three minutes, he and these hundred-plus people would turn into a mass of scrap metal and bloody pulp on the ground.

Jiang Ming slowly exhaled.

In his eyes, there was no fear, only a cold excitement like that before stepping onto a stage to perform.

He liked this feeling.

The feeling of holding everyone's fate in the palm of his hand.

"Click."

A soft sound.

Amidst the deafening screams and alarms, this soft sound was insignificant.

Jiang Ming unbuckled his seatbelt.

Against the centrifugal force that threatened to flatten him, he slowly stood up from his seat.

His tall, upright figure stood in the chaotic, tilting cabin like a stabilizing pillar.

"Sir!"

A young flight attendant, her face pale, still screamed at him dutifully.

"It's dangerous! Please sit down! Fasten your seatbelt!"

The plane jolted violently once more.

The flight attendant was thrown directly, slamming hard against the overhead bin with a painful groan.

No one could stop him anymore.

Jiang Ming ignored everything around him.

He closed his eyes.

The soul power that had been raised to Level 10—unimaginably vast—was mobilized by him without reservation at this moment.

An invisible storm brewed at the core of his consciousness.

"Expand—"

"Innate Domain."

There was no light.

There was no sound.

There was no shockwave.

With Jiang Ming as the center, a pure, absolute darkness began to spread silently.

That darkness wasn't the blocking of light.

It was a "coverage" from a higher dimension.

In just one second.

Darkness swallowed the entire cabin... the world went quiet.

The passengers and crew who were experiencing freefall and waiting for death in despair just a second ago suddenly found that everything had stopped.

The centrifugal force tearing at their bodies vanished.

The suffocating sensation of weightlessness vanished.

All sounds in their ears—the screams, the cries, the alarms—all vanished.

They found themselves, along with the entire plane, suspended quietly.

Suspended in an indescribable, absolute dark void.

There was no up or down, left or right, no sun, moon, or stars.

Only an endless, deep darkness that was both comforting and terrifying.

A passenger instinctively opened their mouth to cry out, only to find they couldn't make any sound.

Everyone had been deprived of the ability to speak.

They could only widen their eyes, watching this scene that completely transcended realistic logic.

Someone trembled as they turned their gaze out the window.

Outside the window was no longer the rapidly spinning sky and earth.

It was that same endless void.

And at the very top of the void hung a "sun."

A massive, black sun composed of billions of ravens entangling, circling, and restructuring.

That black sun emitted no heat, only casting down a majestic, quiet, non-human radiance that illuminated this domain independent of the world.

The plane was no longer falling.

It was like a model held in its master's palm, hovering steadily.

In the cabin, extreme fear transformed at this moment into extreme bewilderment and shock.

Where was this?

Heaven?

Hell?

...Jiang Ming stood in the center of the cabin aisle.

He was the only person in this space who could move freely.

He could clearly feel the weight of the entire plane and the terrifying kinetic energy it contained, all turning into a massive pressure acting upon his soul.

But he held on.

A Level 10 soul was resilient beyond imagination.

He was the sole law of this world.

Jiang Ming reached out and made a gentle downward pressing motion against the air.

Driven by his will, this massive steel creation, along with the hundred-plus passengers inside, began to descend toward the "bottom" at an extremely steady pace.

A miracle that mortals could not see or understand was quietly occurring in this isolated space... Central China Air Traffic Control Bureau, Tower Control Center.

On the giant radar screen, the light dot representing Flight CA4527 vanished without a sound after entering the thunderstorm zone.

It wasn't a crash signal, nor a deviation warning; it just vanished into thin air.

The Chief Controller's calls echoed on the channel:

"CA4527, please respond if you hear me!"

The only response was the sizzling white noise of static.

The plane, along with the one hundred and fifty-eight people on board, had been completely erased from the real world.