Jingxing: One-Click Sweep

The Primal Force Beauty is Temperance.

Jingxing could use Temperance to restrain Abundance, and he could use Temperance to quell the uncontrollable desires of Voracity Beast Molt. Yet, he could directly erase thousands of Borisin from reality. No matter how you look at it, it's not "Temperance."

Yaoguang tilted his head. "Do you think that Temperance necessarily means gentle methods?"

"It shouldn't be Destruction, at least not."

"So what do you think the Hunt is?"

Jingxing was taken aback.

Without waiting for his reply, Yaoguang continued, "You should know that the Primal Force behind the Hunt is Constraint. If the object of Constraint has crossed the line, then we naturally have the responsibility to make the final judgment."

"What cannot Constraint must be eliminated. We eradicate these Abominations of Abundance precisely because they have indulged their desires and wreaked havoc on the world."

Jingxing remained silent, his gaze fixed on the image displayed by the talisman.

The torches erected by the Borisin resembled a dense circle of eyes in the night, with bone towers, animal-hide tents, and mountains of metal wreckage overlapping each other. They were still busy at the edge of the pit, seemingly completely unaware that their fate had fallen into the hands of others.

Yaoguang snapped his fingers, and the image was magnified.

"Look, they've already crossed the border," she said. "Are you suggesting that your Temperance will allow them to cause even bigger trouble?"

"Path is ultimately a matter of personal judgment; as long as you don't deny your own heart, none of your worries will come true."

Jingxing raised his head. "My power has already spread beyond the camp. If I go all out, will this planet really be alright?"

It wasn't that he was afraid of what would happen if he killed Borisin; what truly unsettled Jingxing was the way his power manifested—with just a thought, reality would be altered according to that thought.

This feeling is like standing on the edge of a high platform without railings. One step forward, and it might be an abyss from which there is no turning back.

He had heard from Zhenzhu about the consequences of going against one's Path, which made him extremely cautious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yaoguang placed a hand on Jingxing's shoulder. "Don't worry, if any consequences arise, I will use my spiritual power to Constraint them."

Jingxing frowned. "How do Constraint?"

"Set limits on your power," Yaoguang said. "Scope, object, result. You don't need to meticulously control every inch of energy with your own will. Just go for it, and I'll keep an eye on it for you."

She held the talisman between her fingers, and a lapis lazuli light slowly moved along her fingers. "You'll believe me, won't you?"

As soon as Yaoguang finished speaking, the entire Chasing the Moon suddenly trembled slightly.

It's not a problem with the spaceship, because the vibrations are coming from underground.

Jingxing turned around and looked at the forest outside the porthole.

The distant mountains remained silent, but the ground beneath our feet rippled with extremely subtle movements, as if some enormous entity were slowly turning over deep within the planet.

It was clear that what was inside the pit had sensed the threat.

"Their ritual is almost complete," Jingxing said.

"So there's no time for you to slowly adjust your mindset." Yaoguang stepped forward and held out his hand. "Give me your hand."

Jingxing extended his hand.

Yaoguang's fingers touched his wrist, and the next second, a thin, almost invisible cyan ray of light pierced his body from between her fingers, traveled up his arm, and finally stopped at his chest.

The previously dispersed Path Energy suddenly became restless, like a large patch of paint swept up by the wind, surging between flesh and blood. Jingxing's shoulders tensed slightly, and a long-forgotten burning pain rose deep in his eyes.

"Don't resist," Yaoguang said. "Just do it."

"Okay." Jingxing closed his eyes. His consciousness quickly sank into another world.

That world had no cockpit, no Chasing the Moon, and no Yaoguang. There was only boundless white, like a canvas laid out. Countless Path Energy flowed across the canvas, the camp of the Borisin was outlined as a chaotic mass of dark lines, and the crater was like an ever-growing stain, pasted in the center of the picture.

Jingxing stood there, holding an invisible pen in his hand. With a single stroke, the entire painting could be altered.

He saw the Borisin carrying metal boxes toward the altar, saw them throwing the looted fragments into the pit, and saw the culture tanks in the workshop being refilled with green liquid. Those things were like black lines piercing into a canvas, constantly spreading outwards.

Jingxing recalled the flames of war he had witnessed in Vesna IV, the ruins left by the Antimatter Legion, and the Beast Molt beneath the Dual-Phase Paradise, corrupted by desire.

He used to patch things up with Temperance, but now Priva II needs not a repairman, but a renewed courage.

"Since the pollution can't be stopped, let's make it all disappear."

As Jingxing announced this, a point of pure white suddenly lit up in the center of the canvas before them.

The next moment, the white color spread out silently in all directions, like ripples on the surface of water.

In reality, Yaoguang suddenly opened his eyes.

The talisman in his palm suddenly shone brightly, the image on its surface covered by pure white light. The scene in the camp seemed to have been caressed by an invisible hand; the torches, the camp, the Borisin... all seemed to have been wiped off the scene.

The fur, bones, weapons, and armor plates on the body vanished without a trace.

One tent after another was removed from the campsite, leaving only empty flat ground.

The towers pieced together from alien metals, the engines salvaged from the spaceship wreckage, and the cultivation materials piled up next to the workshop all vanished silently in the white light.

In just a few breaths, Jingxing erased this group of Borisin, along with the materials that contained their sins, from this world.

The image displayed by the talisman showed only a clean empty space; no, even the originally empty ground was collapsing.

Yaoguang's pupils suddenly contracted. She believed Jingxing was capable of this, but she hadn't expected him to achieve this level.

"Jingxing, stop!"

Her voice entered Jingxing's consciousness, but the pure white ripple did not stop, continuing to extend in all directions along the ground.

It crossed the camp and brushed past the edge of the forest.

A giant tree gradually faded in color from its crown to its roots, as if the entire tree had been erased. Even the mountain began to blur, seemingly about to disappear.

Jingxing's heart sank. "Stop."

He tried to command the ripple, but the light tide did not obey.

They have accepted the original will—to make all obstacles disappear.

The Borisin have disappeared, the workshop has disappeared, the altar has disappeared, so the pit hidden under the altar should not continue to exist either.

The existence that the Borisin yearn for within the crater is already intertwined with the fate of this planet, so this ripple will not stop until this land returns to nothingness.