Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 414 - 414 91 Behind the Scenes

414: Chapter 91 Behind the Scenes 414: Chapter 91 Behind the Scenes Water shimmered, and the sky was a clear blue.

The merciless sun baked the deck while fishing nets dangled at the edge of the boats, and seagulls emitted crisp cries.

At the docks in the eastern part of Dahe Island, the fishermen who had survived the calamity were fervently discussing the strange occurrences that had happened that morning.

They were old, but not blind—as large an area as Weiyuan City rose from the ground, it could be seen even from the very edges of Purple Island.

Besides, peculiar changes had affected everyone’s bodies, which, though they had soon returned to normal, could not be explained away by some collective hallucination.

“It’s the Giant Union that’s turned the city into a spaceship!” said a middle-aged fisherman anxiously, “They’re going to take all of Zero Island’s money and flee Earth!

Those changes are their bio-weapons!”

“Dad, it was the Calamity God.” His young son countered, “Haven’t you seen the latest news?

They said it’s like this only when a meteorological disaster and the Calamity God come at the same time…”

“Aieeee!” the older fisherman exclaimed in shock.

The simple-minded fishermen around him joined in the cry, “Call him Calamity God, sir!

You disrespectful scoundrel!”

“Shouting ‘sir’ a million times won’t ensure someone will bless your fishing trips with a bountiful catch!” the young man retorted, unconvinced.

To everyone, the great disaster at Weiyuan City was easy to comprehend—the Calamity God had descended!

For thousands of years, any odd and bizarre event could be understood once connected to the Calamity God.

The news reported that Weiyuan City had successfully survived the disaster with the help of international humanitarian aid from major countries; all was well that ended well.

As for how many had died, what did that matter to fishermen just getting by?

Deaths in that forsaken place were not uncommon after all.

The argument between father and son quickly expanded from religion to life philosophy and then to whether the son should finish university and search for a job in the city or honestly take over the family fish shop.

The fishermen all agreed it was not a good day to set sail, so they decided to rest as planned.

No one noticed a small wooden boat leaving the dock, drifting with the wind into the distance.

A man in black clothes held the oars, while a man in white with a tall hat, speaking incoherently, sat at the bow of the boat.

“Good and evil will ultimately be repaid, and the wheel of heaven turns.

If you don’t believe it, just look up; who has the vast sky ever spared…?”

On the clothing of the Faceless God, a mix of three strange colors, a new power had been added at that moment.

It was a golden light, representing good fortune.

The new power’s arrival had completely broken the balance, utterly eradicating the black and red glow of the Final Sword without a trace.

The Faceless God turned around, flung his sleeves, and an odd hand rested in his pale palm.

The hand, only as large as a baby’s fist and made of coarse threads, resembled a doll’s claw.

“The Vaulted Sky is dead, and no gods remain!” the Faceless God laughed heartily.

The Hidden Law Master rowed in silence, deep in thought—struggling slowly with the voice he had heard half a day ago, coming from deep within his soul.

(Hello, Uncle, I am Shiyu Zhongyi.

My father’s plan is about to fail, and I will help you one last time.

This is one of the contingencies my father had prepared in advance; in a way, it is also his protection for me.)

(I wanted to wake all your memories, but another uncle’s power is stronger than I imagined.

Therefore, I can only make this trade.)

(The cost is all the memories of Shiyu Zhongyi, the return is the gradual lifting of the memory seals on the Hidden Law Master.

Goodbye, Uncle.)

“…”

Some things came to mind, many images, many emotions.

But they were incomprehensible for now.

It seemed a long time would be needed to sort them out…

to wait slowly…

patiently.

The Hidden Law Master mumbled woodenly, “Where to next?”

“The lands of the union, or home?” the Faceless God questioned and answered himself, “No, no!

The poison of the sword is freshly removed, and the grave injury may heal!

Gather the breath of life, nourish the essence and gather strength.

Plan it slowly, no need to rush all at once~!”

He understood; the Faceless God had removed the power of silence.

Like a person finally extracting a poisoned arrow, only now could healing begin.

Hence, the Faceless God needed time…

And so did I.

Why am I doing this?

Am I also injured?

The Hidden Law Master rowed silently, his movements doll-like as he quietly questioned himself.

…Who am I?

·

Thus, the great disaster at Weiyuan City finally came to an end.

Various powers, with their schemes, had stepped foot on this tiny island, and a series of actions yielded results that surprised everyone.

A crazed man’s all-consuming revenge required even god-like beings to pay a price, yet he himself died by the dark fate that was rightfully his.

Just as three years prior, the Seventh Knight had risen from the ruins of Supibia, today a new Creator Realm Expert was born.

The elders were discussing her title, intent on giving the Creator Realm Mage with Brahma’s appearance a name that was both resonant and in line with her tastes.

The people who had been busy with the great battle could finally rest.

They gathered to share food and drink and to engage in casual conversation.

All was resolved.

However, one question continued to trouble Gongsun Ce, who did not forget to ask while replenishing his energy:

“——Where on earth did Yan Qi that bastard run off to this time?”

To answer this question, one must look up to the sky.

·

If you gaze upward at the frontier of the Empire, you could see the massive shadow of the floating city.

There, high above 10,000 meters, nestled the belly of the Dragon of the Vaulted Sky.

Pass the City of the Vaulted Sky, continue upward, through layers of atmosphere, beyond the limits of visibility, to the silent blackness of outer space…

The celestial body called the moon hung “not far away” in terms of astronomical distance.

Let your gaze continue to penetrate the barrier, passing through the pockmarked lunar surface, through the rocks and soil on the satellite’s far side…

Then you could see the majestic palace built inside the moon.

The palace as a whole presented a perfect circle; viewed from above, the exquisite architecture and connecting corridors resembled the labyrinth of mythological tales.

There were four stately gates in this secret lunar palace, with roofs adorned with gleaming tiles; carefully crafted flying eaves and beasts that seemed alive, the intertwining corridors woven like ribbons; incense burned into a whiff of smoke in the air, and the mingled light made the atmosphere as warm as a spring day.

Any newcomer would get lost here, lose themselves in a world too vast, too ample, and become disoriented.

How big must this structure be, as expansive as an entire city!

Everything here met everyone’s imagination of an imperial palace, with just one difference…

Whether it was bricks or wood, corridors, or buildings, everything in the palace was pitch black, like night, like ink.

The pure black palace concealed within the moon’s pristine white disc showed no hint of splendor or beauty, as if bearing the chill of the deepest abyss, from the underworld itself.

Only in the most central structure could a bit of color other than black be seen.

And at that moment, an inconspicuous black dot stood on the long white jade steps.

“Ha~~~!”

Yan Qi yawned mightily, rubbing his tired eyes.

His pupils were full of bloodshot veins, and his face lacked the usual haughty vitality, looking as weary as if he hadn’t slept for three days and nights.

Yan Qi roughly wiped his face and, taking long strides, stepped onto the long white jade stairs and entered the building at the very heart of the palace complex.

The grand hall was paved with large bricks two feet square, and the corridor ended at a throne flanked on both sides by four black jade pillars as dark as night, while the dome above was painted with an epic mural: a red-haired man battling a black and white giant dragon, decapitating the dragon head with his bare hands.

The painting had a very long history, and though the passage of time did not fade it, it only made the bravery and ferocity portrayed even more condensed, making any onlooker feel a profound fear just by gazing at it.

That red-haired man was even more ferocious than the evil dragon, so vividly portrayed that one could feel the might coming from two thousand years ago even through the canvas!

In any other country, such a painting would be placed in a war museum, in the chamber of a military government hall, in the training place where a general or martial artist strengthened their mind and spirit.

Yet this painting has never changed its place since the day it was created.

The dragon-slaying hero has been reminding people of his heroic deeds for two thousand years, with his imposing gaze overseeing all in the hall, scanning the subjects coming and going, and fixating on the emperors sitting on the throne.

The emperor of the Yong Guang Empire.

The red-haired man wore a bright yellow imperial robe, donned with a crown of twelve beads; his robe was embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars, with plants and animals; the crown’s tassels were tied with colorful silk and adorned with multicolored pearls and gems.

He sat in the black palace deep within the moon, his face covered by jade ornaments.

When he spoke, his voice was not the least bit eerie but resonated like a great bell.

His voice echoed in the great hall as if preaching to millions under the scorching sun, with a spirit that could swallow mountains and rivers.

“After this matter is concluded, Mr.

Yan has worked hard.”

“I’m indeed utterly exhausted!” Yan Qi sat down right there, cross-legged and talking back to the emperor, “Why did you use it twice again?!”

The emperor was unfazed; he was well-acquainted with this man’s temperament.

“Dahe Island, the Final Sword went berserk, Gongsun Ce awoke.

The disaster of the end came upon us, and nearly half of the Earth was damaged.”

“And the other time.

Seeing this war erupted so urgently…” Yan Qi touched his chin, “Has the time been dragged out too long?”

“On Qiongge Island, Kaldesia Spencer awoke, the disaster of radiant transformation descended, triggering a chain reaction on Ustus soil.

The entire Giant Union is in emergency, the Zero Island frontline has collapsed, the Final Sword has gone berserk,” the Emperor nodded, “We must make quick and decisive actions.”

Yan Qi patted the floor repeatedly, sneering as he said, “The more you use the seals, the more unstable they become, what’s the use of my hard work?

All for nothing!”

The Emperor chuckled, “Since Mr.

Yan has come out, it must be with confidence.”

Yan Qi had never used honorifics such as ‘Your Majesty’ in his speech, and his demeanor lacked any gesture of respect, behaving as though he was talking to an ordinary person with his ruffian manner.

“Confidence my ass, two thousand years of sealing!” Yan Qi cursed, “No matter how good the design is, after so many years it’s full of holes, and no matter how much you fix it, it’s just putting a lid on top, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

If it remains undisturbed, it could last another hundred or two years at best, but using it like this, it will surely break within ten years.

If I were you, I’d strike first and take care of the Fan Ding Realm before anything else.”

“Humanity still needs this power,” the Emperor closed his eyes, “That day will eventually come.”

The red-haired man seemed to be pondering, and Yan Qi said no more.

The painter waited patiently for half a minute before hearing the person on the polished chair instruct as follows.

“The Void Light Dragon is dead, command the Dragon of the Vaulted Sky to send the Dragon Species of the Huojin Realm into live combat testing.

The artificial divinity project continues, move up the construction of units three and four on the agenda.

Inform Ustus and Morton, this matter is not up for discussion.”

“Good, an Emperor is more decisive than a minister!

I’ll just tell the fatso later on,” Yan Qi chuckled twice, “Have the ones sneaking around behind the scenes come out yet?”

“They are well hidden.

Only the Hidden Law Master has shown himself,” the Emperor stroked the handle of the polished chair, “You still have your doubts.”

“My intuition has never been wrong,” the middle-aged painter’s profile was as cold as steel.

The Emperor said indifferently, “If the enemy is hidden and we are exposed, beware of startling the snake in the grass.”

“I know what I’m doing, but don’t you be too careless.

The power of a sovereign will only grow stronger, and who knows what sort of creature will come out next time.”

The Emperor of the Yong Guang Empire lifted his head, gazing at the glorious deeds of his ancestors at the top of the palace.

His eyes, firm and resolute, mirrored those in the painting, possessing a will unshaken by mountains crumbling before him, even if the entire planet was destroyed in catastrophe, this man’s spirit would not falter.

“No matter…”

The man with the greatest power in the world, declared with a judge-like demeanor.

“Wipe them out!”

“Then let’s continue the slaughter,” Yan Qi pinched his chin, laughing, “Slaughter until the heavens and earth are clear, until the universe is bright and orderly!”

Yan Qi laughed heartily, turned, and left the palace, leaving behind only a dark silhouette.

Like ink, like night, like a secret chamber in the moon.