The midday sun passed through the narrow crack over the valley and cast a straight beam of light on the open space in front of the stone temple.
Tang San stood in the center of the light beam, with his eyes closed, feeling the formation activation signals coming from seven directions simultaneously.
Dark red light slowly circulated around him, as if he was covered with a layer of blood-colored armor. The corners of his mouth slowly raised a cold arc.
It's done.
Seven cities and seven array eyes are activated at the same time. Golden Spatula System's reward distribution function in those areas should be completely paralyzed within these few breaths.
He prepared for this for more than a year, from studying the underlying architecture of Golden Spatula System, to drawing the design drawings of Interference Array, to looking for suitable candidates to be responsible for the layout of each node.
Every step is taken carefully, and every step has been repeatedly deduced and verified.
He does not allow himself to fail, because he knows that this is his only chance to shake the foundation of Yi Chen.
He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Shrek Academy, with a long-suppressed joy in his eyes.
Yi Chen, have you seen it? Your system is not impeccable. There are also things you cannot take into account, and there are times when you are taken advantage of.
However, before the arc of the corners of his mouth could fully unfold, an indescribable feeling of disharmony suddenly surged into his heart.
It's a strange feeling, like you clearly remember that you just took a step, but when you look down, your foot is still in the same place.
He had memories of the successful activation of the formation in his mind, and he clearly remembered the resonance feedback from the seven formation eyes when they were activated at the same instant.
But at the same time, another clearer cognition is forcibly covering this memory, like a basin of cold water poured on a newly completed painting, diluting and diluting the ink bit by bit until it disappears.
The formation has not been activated at all.
He lowered his head suddenly and looked at his hands. The dark red light was still there, and his Soul Power was still there, but the connection between the seven formation eyes and him was being cut off in a way that he could not understand at all. It was not destroyed, not blocked, not interfered with. It was denied.
It's as if those formation eyes never existed.
"What's going on?!" A man in black beside him screamed in horror, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice, "I can't sense the formation eye of Heaven Dou City anymore! It was obviously there just now! I buried the formation eye with my own hands, and I can find its location with my eyes closed, but now it's gone! It's not destroyed, it's missing!"
"Star Luo City's is gone too!" Another strong man stood up suddenly. Because the movement was too big, the chair behind him fell to the ground with a clang, but he completely ignored it. "It's the same on my side! I could clearly sense the existence of the formation eye just now, but now I can't sense anything! It's like it has never existed!"
"Spirit City's too!"
"Suotuo City's too!"
Shouts of exclamation one after another resounded in the stone palace, and the dozen chess pieces looked at each other with horror and confusion written on their faces.
They didn't understand what happened. They only knew that the formations they had worked so hard for more than a year had all disappeared the moment they were activated.
Tang San stood there, motionless.
His face turned extremely ugly in an instant, and that expression was difficult to describe in words. It was not anger or shock, but a more complex and deeper emotion.
It's like you put all your effort into building a tall building, and then at the moment of completion, someone tells you that the foundation was never there from the beginning.
He has realized what happened. This is not counterattack, interference, or destruction.
This is a power that he has never seen before and is beyond the scope of his cognition. Some people directly deny the established fact that the formation exists.
Not to tear it down, not to block it, but to erase the traces of its past existence from its roots. There is only one person in the entire continent who can do such a thing.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky was very blue, the autumn sunshine was warm, and there were no clouds in the sky. A few birds flew over the valley, casting tiny shadows that were fleeting. Everything seemed so calm and normal, as if nothing had happened just now.
But Tang San knew that somewhere where he couldn't see, there was a pair of eyes calmly watching everything he did.
There was no anger, no sarcasm, or even a trace of emotion in those eyes.
It's like an adult watching a child struggle to build blocks, and then blowing a gentle breath when the child finished building the last piece.
The building blocks fell over. They were not pushed over, but blown over.
Yi Chen.
At this moment, Spirit City Golden Spatula Association is in the office on the third floor of the main building, Yi Chen is leaning on the back of the chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
The sun shines in through the window, spreading a warm light spot on the table. The sound effects and occasional cheers of players fighting in the hall downstairs are heard outside the window. Everything is orderly, peaceful and peaceful.
There was no chessboard, no map, and nothing that looked like he was dealing with a crisis. He was just drinking tea, with a relaxed posture and a calm expression, as if nothing had happened just now.
In fact, to him, nothing happened just now.
He just activated the ninth Soul Skill Omniscience and Omnipotence at the moment when he noticed that the seven formation eyes were activated at the same time. Then he denied the fact: those formation eyes once existed. It's that simple.
There is no need to send people to dismantle it, no need to initiate any countermeasures, no need to fight anyone. He just deletes that established history on a legal level. It is like using an eraser to erase a line of pencil words on the paper, cleanly and without leaving any traces.
Tang San's carefully planned plan for more than a year came to nothing in a single thought.
Yi Chen put down the tea cup, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the skyline in the distance. Spirit City The streets were busy with traffic, and there was still an endless line of people queuing in front of the Golden Spatula Association main hall.
His eyes were calm and far-reaching, with a vague arc at the corner of his mouth. He whispered to himself, "More than a year of preparation, just gone. I don't know what his expression is now."
He thought about it and thought it should be a very interesting expression. Unfortunately, he was too lazy to see it in person.
He picked up the tea cup and took another sip, then put it down, turned around and walked back to the desk to continue working on the files at hand.
There was a stack of expansion applications that needed his signature on the corner of the table, as well as several operational reports from branch libraries in various places, and a letter sent by Qian Renxue last night.
He picked up the letter and opened it. There was only one line in it. "I heard that the weather is not very good recently. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out."
Yi Chen smiled after reading it, folded the letter and put it in the drawer, then picked up the pen and continued to review the file.
It was as if I had just swatted a fly.
And in that hidden valley, Tang San was still standing there, motionless.
The chess pieces around him were still shouting and arguing in a panic. Some were asking loudly what happened, some were trying to re-sense the position of the formation, and some were already blaming each other. But he could no longer listen.
He lowered his head, his hands hanging by his sides, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
His mind repeatedly replayed the feeling of that moment, the feeling of his will being lightly wiped out by a higher-level force.
Not a confrontation, not a competition, but a complete and unilateral denial.
He didn't even feel the Soul Power fluctuations of Yi Chen, and didn't detect any signs of attack.
His plan just disappeared, like a grain of sand swallowed up by the waves, like a drop of water falling onto a hot iron plate, it just disappeared without leaving even a trace of steam.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, with an unprecedented complex of emotions in his eyes. There was unwillingness, anger, frustration, and a fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.
For the first time, he truly realized that the gap between him and Yi Chen was much wider than he imagined.
That's not a gap in level, not a gap in Soul Power, or a gap in talent. It's a gap in dimension.
He was running on the ground, while Yi Chen was looking down from the clouds. He painstakingly dug a tunnel, thinking he could bypass the high wall, but he didn't know that the wall had no foundation at all, because it never needed a foundation from the beginning.
He was silent for a long time. The chessmen behind him had stopped arguing. Everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to give an explanation or an instruction.
But Tang San said nothing.
He turned around and walked back to the depths of the stone palace, his back disappearing into the shadows.