Chapter Twenty-Five: Symphony of Collapse… and the Dismantling of the Seven Sages
Above the skies of Tianlong, the Seven Sages of the Cosmic Senate hovered in a state of shock and disarray. The Star-Annihilating Spear launched by their leader had vanished—only to reappear behind them, as if space itself had betrayed them. This was no mere visual trick, but a form of spatial folding unseen anywhere on this continent.
"Who dares to tamper with the laws of space in our presence?!" Sage Yu roared, gathering lightning around his body until his white robes transformed into a suit of blazing plasma armor.
At that very moment, the translucent black pillar of light erupting from the imperial palace split apart—and Zhou Fan emerged from within.
He was not flying on spiritual swords nor supported by energy wings like conventional cultivators. Instead, he stood calmly in midair, as though the void itself had frozen beneath his feet, forming invisible steps.
His green robe no longer responded to the violent winds of the upper skies. And his eyes… were no longer human. Within his pupils spun twin nebulae of computational symbols, rotating at speeds beyond perception. Behind him, the Third Prince followed cautiously, watching the being who had once been his advisor—now transformed into a law given form.
"Seven Sages," Zhou Fan spoke. His voice did not emerge from his mouth; it resonated directly within every mind present, like the echo of an ancient cosmic equation.
"Your authorization within this system has expired. Your existence consumes an amount of spiritual essence disproportionate to your output. You are redundancy—and must be deleted."
"You arrogant vagabond!" Sage Ba bellowed. Towering in physique and terrifying in raw strength, he was a brute among late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Do you think a few spatial tricks will save you from my Mountain-Suppressing Grip?!"
Sage Ba charged like a falling meteor. His fist, encased in dense earth-aspected energy, carried enough force to pulverize an entire fortress. The air around him detonated under the overwhelming pressure.
Zhou Fan stopped moving.
He did not raise a hand to defend himself. His gaze remained fixed on a single point in the void before the charging sage.
Motion vector analysis: 5,000 newtons/cm.
Spiritual density: High.
Solution: Set local gravitational coefficient to a negative value.
Before Sage Ba's fist could come within a single centimeter of Zhou Fan's face, the world inverted.
The force propelling Sage Ba forward suddenly reversed—magnified. His massive body, once a living projectile, halted as if it had struck an invisible wall, then shot upward at insane velocity toward the outer atmosphere. His screams echoed in terror as his bones shattered, unable to withstand the rewritten physical laws surrounding him.
"What did you do to him?!" Sage Yu cried in horror, watching his comrade vanish into the upper layers of the sky like a feather in a storm.
"I did nothing," Zhou Fan replied calmly.
"I merely altered the constant governing his personal field. Gravity is now his enemy—it repels him from the earth."
The remaining six sages regrouped, forming a hexagonal formation as they merged their energies into the Elemental Annihilation Array—the strongest attack of the Cosmic Senate. Fire, water, lightning, wind, earth, and spirit converged into a single multicolored beam of destruction.
"Die in the hell of elements!" they shouted in unison as the beam surged toward Zhou Fan, obliterating everything in its path.
Zhou Fan closed his eyes briefly—and opened his right hand.
A symbol of zero appeared in his palm, glowing with an indescribable blackness.
Second Volume: Higher-Dimensional Geometry — Technique: Singularity Point.
When the elemental beam struck Zhou Fan's hand, there was no explosion.
Instead, the massive torrent of energy began to collapse—shrinking, bending, compressing—until it was swallowed into an infinitesimal black point resting in his palm. Within seconds, the combined power of six Nascent Soul cultivators was fully absorbed.
A terrifying silence fell over the city.
The Seven Sages gasped for breath, their energies nearly exhausted, while Zhou Fan gazed at the black point in his hand with mild boredom.
"Impure energy… contaminated by emotion and corporeal residue," Zhou Fan said softly—then gently blew on his palm.
The black point shot toward the sages. It did not strike them with physical force. The moment it reached the center of their formation, it detonated into a logical wave.
Every cultivator touched by the wave felt their Nascent Soul begin to disintegrate into primordial particles. This was not physical damage—it was informational dismantling.
"No! My cultivation! My soul is dissolving!" Sage Yu screamed as his body slowly transformed into golden numbers and symbols, fading into the air.
Within minutes, the Seven Sages vanished completely.
No blood.
No corpses.
Only suffocating silence—and a terror that embedded itself into the hearts of every citizen who had witnessed the battle.
Zhou Fan descended slowly onto the imperial palace balcony, where the Third Prince awaited him, his face pale as death.
Zhou Fan turned to him, his voice now carrying a newly forged imperial authority.
"New Emperor," he said,
"The land has been cleansed of obsolete waste. Now begins Phase Two. We will construct the Grand Computational Array above this city. Tianlong will no longer be merely a capital—it will become the first city in this universe governed by Absolute Logic. And you… will be its executor."
Zhou Fan looked toward the distant horizon, where other continents and supreme sects had begun to sense the annihilation of the Cosmic Senate.
"They've started watching us," Zhou Fan murmured to himself.
At that moment, the Lost Celestial Calculations opened a new page—one that had never appeared before. Upon it was written a single title, glowing in crimson:
Sect Extermination: Calculation of Greater Values.