327: Chapter 327 The Eye of Innocence, Psychic Energy Eruption

The River of Blood pressed down from above, like the entire firmament was collapsing.

Chen Wuwang stood at the edge of the West Tower, the wind carrying the stench of blood lashing against his face, the three Zerg claw marks on his right cheek faintly burning.

The data stream of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye had dissolved into static, and his ears were filled with the cacophony of wailing vengeful spirits, like millions of needles piercing into his brain marrow.

He could feel the tower beneath his feet trembling, the Spiritual Energy shield disintegrating layer by layer, and the metal supports emitting groans as if they were about to snap.

"If I can't hold on any longer... I'll really become a sacrifice." He said in a low voice, his words torn apart by the wind.

Blood Butcher grinned ferociously in the air, his cape flapping wildly, his blood blade raised high: "Didn't you want to engage in some Cyber Cultivation? Where are your machines now? Where is your code?! Calculate it for me! Calculate how many seconds you have left to live!"

He suddenly pressed his arms downward.

The River of Blood crashed down with a boom, like a mountain smashing into the ground. In that instant, the air was compressed until it exploded, the stone bricks of the West Tower burst apart one by one, and dust and smoke shot into the sky.

But just as the River of Blood touched the top —

"Hum — !"

A low-frequency vibration exploded from the heart of the tower, and a silver-white pillar of light shot up from the ground, forcefully lifting the River of Blood by half a foot!

In the center of the pillar of light, a mecha, entirely jet-black and emitting a cold metallic luster, slowly rose.

It stood over ten zhang tall, with hexagonal energy arrays embedded in its shoulders, and six translucent wing-like structures unfolded from its back, each flowing with blue-purple Spiritual Energy patterns, like electric currents dancing on a circuit board.

On the chest of the mecha were carved two ancient seal characters: "eye of wuwang".

"Initiating protocol — 'Final Echo'." Chen Wuwang's voice rang out, so calm it didn't sound human, "Key input: C-H-R-O-N-O-S-7-2-9."

He raised his right hand, his fingertips brushing across the Mechanical Prosthetic Eye on his left eye, and a stream of data flowed along the neural interface into the mecha's core.

"Offline mode accessed... Bypassing the Spiritual Energy network... Local database loaded." He muttered, "The underlying code I wrote, afraid of a little grudge virus like yours?"

"Boom!"

The mecha's eyes suddenly lit up with crimson light, its six wings unfurled, and the Spiritual Energy around its body erupted like a volcano, forming a hemispherical shield that steadily held up the pressing River of Blood.

Blood Butcher's grin froze.

"Wha...t?!" His pupils constricted sharply, staring fixedly at the mecha, "This thing... is not an ordinary combat Puppet! This is... what kind of construction?!"

"There is much you do not understand." Chen Wuwang sneered, took a step, and leaped into the mecha's cockpit.

The moment the hatch closed, the six wings vibrated in unison, and the Spiritual Energy shield pushed outward, actually forcing the River of Blood back by three zhang!

The ground cracked into cobweb-like fissures, and ripples of Spiritual Energy spread in circles. Wherever they passed, the phantoms of vengeful spirits hissed, as if branded by red-hot iron, instantly evaporating.

"Impossible!" Blood Butcher roared, "My River of Blood has devoured the Divine Sense of Nascent Soul Experts! It can even corrode Immortal Artifacts! By what right does this lump of iron block it —!"

"By this." Chen Wuwang's voice exploded through the amplification Formation, cold and clear, "Technology does not rely on the heavens and earth to provide food; it is food that humans create for themselves."

His hands tapped rapidly in the Void Realm, his movements so fast they left afterimages, as if he were typing on an invisible keyboard.

"Spiritual Energy frequency scanning... Locking onto River of Blood fluctuation nodes... Reverse resonance program loading..."

He muttered to himself, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye scrolling through data frantically, "Found it — your crappy river, the rhythm is just like an old-fashioned water pump, click-clack, click-clack, no technical content at all."

He suddenly looked up, the corners of his mouth curling into a frenzied arc.

"Now, it's my turn."

"eye of wuwang" hovered three feet off the ground in mid-air, its six wings slightly retracted, the Spiritual Energy around its body condensed but not dissipating, like a Vicious Beast ready to strike.

Blood Butcher's expression finally changed.

"You dare to approach?!" He shouted sternly, waving his blood blade, the River of Blood churning as countless vengeful spirits lunged forward, charging straight at the mecha's face.

"Come." Chen Wuwang said softly.

He turned off the external audio reception, blocking out all mental noise, and the world instantly fell silent.

Only the data stream in his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye and the faint vibration of the ground beneath his feet remained.

"Visual lock... Auditory shielding... Emotion isolation... Entering pure rationality mode." He muttered, "A programmer's battlefield is never fought with words."

"eye of wuwang" slowly took a step.

With one step, the ground trembled, Spiritual Energy ripples spread, and the approaching vengeful spirits were all annihilated.

Two steps, the edge of the River of Blood began to become unstable, appearing with tiny cracks.

Three steps, the blood ring above Blood Butcher's head shook violently, as if unable to withstand some kind of pressure.

"You... don't come over!" For the first time, there was a hint of panic in Blood Butcher's voice, "This is impossible! You, a mere Mortal, how can you control this kind of power?!"

"Mortal?" Chen Wuwang sneered, "When I Transmigrated from Earth, you were still using talisman paper to draw protective charms. When I was writing code, you didn't even know how to write the two characters for 'System'."

He continued to advance, every step of the mecha like stepping on Blood Butcher's heart.

"You say I am a heretic? Heh... Wait until I spread this System across the myriad worlds, and look back to see who is the true rule-maker."

The River of Blood began to crack, and the scorched black earth beneath was revealed through the fissures.

Those vengeful spirits no longer shrieked, but instead emitted a "hissing" sound similar to data crashing, their bodies twisting and deforming, as if being formatted by some higher-dimensional power.

"You are corrupting my technique?!" Blood Butcher roared, veins bulging on his forehead, "This is a rule-level sacrificial ritual! How can you —!"

"Rules?" Chen Wuwang stopped, less than a hundred meters from Blood Butcher, "That set of rules of yours should have been in a museum long ago."

He raised the mecha's right arm, palm aimed at Blood Butcher, the six-wing energy array began to rotate at high speed, blue-purple electric arcs condensed in his palm, emitting a heart-palpitating hum.

"You want to suppress me with things piled up from dead people? Fine." His voice was low, but carried an unquestionable sense of oppression, "Then now, I will use the wisdom of the living to take this pile of rotten old-era garbage that is you —"

He paused, six wings fully opened, Spiritual Energy surged, and the edge of the shield even began to ionize the air, emitting a blinding white light.

"Completely format —."

Blood Butcher hovered in mid-air, the River of Blood teetering, his eyes showing hesitation for the first time.

He stared fixedly at the mecha, as if he had seen something that shouldn't exist in this world.

"What... exactly is this?" He muttered.

Chen Wuwang did not answer.

He just controlled the mecha, raised its left arm, and tapped his fingertips three times on the cockpit panel.

Tap, tap, tap.

Like a programmer hitting the Enter key.

The next second, "eye of wuwang"'s six wings vibrated in unison, the Spiritual Energy shield pushed forward like a bulldozer crushing through snow, and wherever it passed, the River of Blood disintegrated inch by inch, and the vengeful spirits turned into dust and vanished.

The ground was exposed again, and on the scorched earth, there was only a straight energy trail pointing directly from the West Tower to Blood Butcher.

Chen Wuwang stood inside the mecha's cockpit, his silver hair swept up by the airflow, the claw marks on his right cheek gleaming coldly under the reflection of the Spiritual Energy.

He stared at Blood Butcher, his voice passing through the amplification Formation, clearly spreading across the entire Qiming Plain.

"Now, tell me —"

He slowly raised the mecha's right fist, energy condensing on the fist surface, emitting a harsh hum.

"Do you still think that technology... is blasphemy?"