CHAPTER 175 — THE WORLD DECIDES
The sky did not dim overnight.
It intensified.
Seven still hovered across the heavens like a silent verdict, etched in gold threads stretching from horizon to horizon. Every continent could see it now. Every city. Every village. Even places without signal or screen could see the shimmer.
And beneath it—
The memory replayed.
Long Hao standing before a convergence node.
The black-white vortex behind him.
The golden mark glowing on his chest.
By sunrise, he was no longer an anomaly.
He was a symbol.
And symbols never belonged to themselves.
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Inside the Azure Dragon central command hall, the air was tense.
Screens covered the walls. News feeds overlapped in multiple languages. Civilian footage. Government panels. Religious leaders speaking in hushed tones. Analysts dissecting the energy patterns frame by frame.
Ling Yifan stood silent with arms folded.
Chen leaned against a console, jaw tight.
