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Chapter 442: Aftermath

After this seemingly sudden battle concluded, the black curtain shrouding the entire Earth began to slowly dissipate, along with the aftershocks of the collision between the two sides.

And dissipating alongside it were the people on the surface, and the crimson flush on their faces, like the glow of the morning sun.

A bizarre awkwardness permeated every corner of the streets. Anyone with even a slightly thinner skin, after feeling the dampness in a certain area of their trousers, mostly lost the courage to look up.

Even if their gaze occasionally met that of someone nearby, the moment their eyes locked, they would reveal an awkward smile uglier than a cry, then hastily turn their heads away, feigning not knowing each other.

Only the most unfeeling individuals could maintain their composure in such an environment.

Aside from the high-tier cultivators who were largely unaffected, there was also a small group of people with remarkably strong willpower who quickly shook off the lingering effects. They were the first to flee the scene, dragging their still somewhat limp bodies, stumbling onward, continuing their original paths.

The remaining individuals, indulging in pleasure, were greedily extracting the last vestiges of pleasure from deep within their bodies, still lying on the ground like lumps of mud, unable to pull themselves away for a long time.

This bizarre aftershock, causing a dual resonance of mind and body, in a way that defied imagination, instantly captured a vast multitude of desire's prisoners.

Unfortunately, after the door to Earth was destroyed by Bai Mo, the entity behind the door lacked further means, and the influence it exerted would gradually be forgotten as the pleasure faded and time passed, eventually becoming a black history many would find unbearable to recall.

Half an hour later, the sunlight that had been obscured for several hours in the Western Hemisphere, and the starry sky that had abruptly turned dark in the Eastern Hemisphere, both returned to the sight of Earth's inhabitants. Everything returned to normal.

On the ground, only puddles of water remained, telling the people who had changed their clothes and resumed their walk of the unusually awkward scene that had just occurred.

As sanitation workers hosed them away, these last vestiges quickly vanished, leaving behind only fantasies, whether enchanting or painful, in everyone's memories.

Perhaps some people would awaken strange new hobbies after this, but none of that mattered anymore.

At the moment the sunlight once again fell upon the Earth, watching the sunbeams anoint them, even the most heinous criminals found their emotions temporarily plummeting, entering a profoundly bewildered state. Some called it "sage mode".

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"Even with just a lingering ripple, it could achieve this much?!" After the black curtain originating from him had completely dissipated, Bai Mo, having reappeared in human form, held an ancient book in his hand, its cover emblazoned with the words "The Wisdom Scripture of All Laws' Origin".

Under his divine sense, this object, which appeared to be a book to the naked eye, revealed its true form: its exterior was restored into a hazy orb of light.

The orb of light could transform into a corresponding medium based on the reader's cultural environment.

If a Huaxia person picked it up, what they would see might be an ancient, thread-bound cultivation manual for Qi refinement.

But if a European picked it up, what they would see might instead become a parchment scroll detailing forbidden magic.

And if an American obtained it, the information they received would probably transform into "Force Master"?

The power lingering on Earth from the other side of the door had not actually dissipated completely, but had instead re-coalesced into multiple ancient texts, dispersing across the world, awaiting perhaps a fated individual.

Of course, Bai Mo, intent on eradicating the roots of the problem, naturally couldn't allow these things to exist, which might lead to the Golden Gate reopening.

However, how many of these ancient texts had scattered, how many were real, how many were fake, even he had no way of knowing each one individually. He could only collect them as much as possible.

The orb of light, emitting a hazy and bizarre aura, was ceaselessly dismantled by Bai Mo with endless white light, as he analyzed the useful elements within it.

In any case, although in his eyes this kind of thing was essentially a massive pitfall, there were still many valuable things to learn from it.

For 99.9999999999% of people, they might not even have the chance to cultivate to the very end in their entire lives.

Whether it was "The Wisdom Scripture of All Laws' Origin" or "Force Master," even if the truth behind it were known, whether it was considered a pitfall or a true fortuitous encounter on their life's path, was probably a question worth pondering in their eyes.

If a trap could perhaps never be triggered, was it still considered a trap?

As his analysis of the orb of light in his hand deepened, Bai Mo's aura gradually grew more profound, even momentarily suppressing the assimilation from the material world.

Unfortunately, this was merely a drop in the bucket; the rate of erosion quickly returned to its original pace. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Yet Bai Mo still managed to force out a faint smile with great difficulty, not only because of the improvement in the current situation, but also for the lengthy plan he had just perfected, a plan that appeared to have a considerable chance of success.

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"That monster was really killed?!"

The next morning, a brief announcement from the Land of White's official channels captured the attention of the entire world.

The announcement declared that the darkness that had shrouded the entire sky last night, and the auroras that had occasionally appeared across the world, were precisely the battle traces left by the Land of White's campaign to encircle and annihilate the Red World's followers.

The Red World's followers, the culprits who had incited the Red World's chaos several years ago, had been confirmed to be executed.

Due to the influence of previous false news, many people, while expressing concern about this news, remained somewhat skeptical in their hearts, and successively inquired about the details of the incident.

However, the Land of White's external affairs department had clearly perfectly emulated Bai Mo's own approach to dealing with things: an attitude of "no explanations, believe it or not", leaving behind only countless conjectures.

However, the overseas popularity of this matter was soon overshadowed by another, greater problem.

The information shockwave brought by the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration" technique unleashed by the Creator at that time, alone affected countless databases, big and small. Although most of the data had emergency backups, a significant portion of the data still could not be restored even from backups, and was utterly unrecoverable.

Bank tellers behind the counters, facing a large number of agitated account holders, were like small boats adrift in a stormy sea, liable to capsize at any moment.

Nearly five percent of account holder information was permanently damaged in this storm. Both backup records and main database records suffered widespread tampering. Some people's account balances gained two zeros, while others lost two zeros.

Equally vexed were the representatives of insurance companies. The four words "deposit insurance" had undoubtedly become their death warrant at this moment. No one could have possibly imagined that such a bizarre operation was even possible.

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