Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1265 - 127: Commanding the Mortal World, Infernal Flames Unleashed

Quite by chance, Qin Qianbai recalled a class in Alandia not long ago.

At that time, the Dawn Knight was explaining the power levels of the Creator Realm Mage, from the basic eternal laws to advanced powers like authority. Authority is a remarkable means that can dominate almost all conceptual wills within its range, and at that time, Qin Qianbai thought of a question.

How is the scope of authority defined?

The authority of flame can control fire, similar light and heat, and further extend to spells related to fire, which is reasonable in common sense. However, this result is merely seen from common sense. But, what if a Creator Realm Mage’s "common sense" differs from others, and his understanding of the world is based on his own logic...

For instance, if the world was born from a wisp of flame, then all matter is a continuation of that flame.

For instance, if the essence of life is a dancing flame, then all life should be governed by fire.

For instance, if the origin of power is an extension of flame heat, Spirit Light can also be called Heart Fire.

Naturally, these are ideas that violate common sense, childish and absurd. But, if that Creator Realm Mage completes and perfects this twisted logic to the point where it explains all phenomena in his view of the world...

Then, could the authority that once could only control flames be used to control the entire "world of flame"?

Now, she knows the answer.

The moment the walls and curtain of the theater envelop the world, the moment the dazzling dome replaces the sky, the moment 2.2 billion threads dangle from immeasurable heights—

She fully understood what the pinnacle of Creation Realm power is.

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The land shattered with a roar, cities rose amid the sound of the earth, and the "Legendary Theater City" composed of 51 cities surpassed the scale of Meteor City in a breath, occupying all the land of Huang Guang State. The colorful cities each have their own characteristics, like a miniature of the entire Ustus Federation!

No reasoning could explain this transformation. It was initially a secret installation quietly built beneath Meteor City, impossible to possess the scale of a state. But now the power of chaotic directing turned it into a conceptual "theater," and Situ Yi’s might further granted it reality-surpassing abilities. He stood above the theater city, raising his hands until the dazzling dome replaced the sky.

"A state’s land is enough, no need to alarm a nation." Situ Yi muttered to himself. He glanced at the theater city below, radiant with flowing colors, where three of the 51 colors were slightly dimmed, representing the black-purple of Xuan Ci State, the bright red of Fire Wind State, and the bright yellow of Huang Guang State.

These were the results obtained by everyone in the previous battle against Yan Qi. Situ Yi covered his face with his hands, appearing deeply pained, lamenting: "Haven’t seen him build a grand edifice, yet in an instant it’s already crumbled! Hard toil building the city isn’t easy, why force things to this point?"

Peering through the gaps between his fingers, his slender eyes glanced and smirked: "— Isn’t it time for the official performance to start?"

As if the gong signaling the start of a drama struck, an earth-shattering rumble erupted within the extremely oppressive city. Led by Gongsun Ce, who leapt out wielding artillery, multiple attacks targeted the mechanical arm in the center of the theater city. Knowing they had no chance in a direct confrontation with the Faceless God, they aimed to first destroy the props used for directing. Gongsun Ce’s sword thrust with rage, and the black-red Tribulation Flame penetrated the machinery’s arm!

"Silent Tribulation Flame, burning to corrode the heart, truly terrifying." Situ Yi exaggeratedly sighed, "Alas, the mere might of flame falls short of True Martial’s bravery!"

The mechanical arm remained motionless, yet Gongsun Ce’s Tribulation Flame melted into her iron-gray skin, like a raindrop falling into the ocean. Will’s bullet, Shiyu Ling’s shot, Qin Qianbai’s arrows successively arrived, but none of the attacks truly threatened that eerie hand. All the power vanished silently, as if their efforts only became "nutrients" for that bizarre machinery. Situ Yi in the distance had already pointed a finger, seemingly intending to capture the opponents all at once.

"You wish, vile demon!"

A bullet interrupted Situ Yi’s actions, fired by Seviss, the protector of the group, as she leapt to the rescue. She flew towards the sky with angelic wings, wielding an axe against the white-clad director. Situ Yi retracted his finger and retreated repeatedly, casually tossing the Heart of Solar, with a smile: "Saints guard the North, why fight me? Why not continue the game with an old rival."

"All illusions reflect sorrow and joy, unpredictable as the human heart, chaotic stage machinery · Sorrowful Joyful Demon Dragon!"

Threads wrapped around the gemstone-like red dragon heart, forming a slender body, resembling a dragon head with avian features and a pair of gray-white skeletal wings. In an instant, the pinnacle of Creation Realm power constructed a new body for it. The gray-white thread dragon looked like a replica of the Solar Dragon, but its face no longer carried pure curiosity, instead shedding two invisible tears from thread-woven eyes, with mouth lines as sharp and hard as if carved by a dagger. It spewed white flames to intercept Seviss’s offensive, its cry, half laughter half sob, weighed down her heart: "What have you done?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Recreate a dragon using the dragon heart as the core, merely a stage prop." Situ Yi manipulated the giant dragon with threads, making it move stiffly like a puppet, "But a mere dull dead thing, unworthy of being an opponent for a Legendary Saint. Only...[your temporary body has also reached the point of complete exhaustion]!"

"You damn bastard!"

Seviss’s left arm trembled holding the gun, the angelic body showing hideous cracks with her words, with disintegrated flesh falling as gray powder. Her body was already on the verge of failing, and Situ Yi’s directing accelerated this process. Unable to say more, Seviss transformed the axe into a spike and drove it into the Sorrowful Joyful Demon Dragon’s body, roaring as she swung her wings, using the last bit of her strength to drag the Demon Dragon away from the battlefield. She had no choice; if she didn’t divert the combat power now, the rest would all perish!