plumnovel Chapter 158 Legal War
Chapter 158 Legal War
The chief scribe placed the old scroll on the stone table.
His hand rested on the paper.
"A temporary legal war."
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"Does it qualify for node retention?"
He looked up.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"You answer."
"Still not answering."
The tower was quiet for three breaths.
Chen Fan smiled.
"catch."
Why didn't you answer?
He took a step forward.
"but."
"I have conditions."
The chief writer's finger twitched.
Roll up the edges of the paper roll.
"explain."
Chen Fan pointed to the large characters on the tower wall.
"The old system."
"They must also be open to cross-examination."
"You can't just test me."
"you."
"I have to answer that too."
The monk Guanmo stood up from the stone bench.
"absurd."
"You were the ones who suggested the order for overturning the verdict."
"On what grounds do you question the old system?"
Chen Fan didn't look at him.
Staring at the chief writer.
"What are you afraid of?"
The chief editor remained silent for a long time.
He tapped his fingers three times on the roll of paper.
"Can."
"Legal warfare consists of three aspects."
"First."
"The rules are stable."
"second."
"The case has been overturned."
"third."
"External pressure resistance".
He paused.
"Your conditions."
"I accepted it."
"But cross-examination."
"It can only be placed at the end of the second item."
"Ten minutes."
Not even a breath more.
Chen Fan nodded.
"make a deal."
Venus leaned closer to the tower wall.
His back cast a shadow against the gray light.
"That's insane."
"They've all gone mad."
His voice was very low.
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
"Old man Taibai."
"You be the witness."
"Let's sabotage each other again."
Venus did not answer.
His fingers were digging into the cracks in the tower wall.
The monk Guanmo sat down again.
He was still clutching the broken wooden mallet in his hand.
Wood chips fell through my fingers.
It fell into the crack in the stone steps.
The black fog outside the tower grew even thicker.
One figure after another entered the tower gate.
Someone is wearing golden armor.
Someone was wearing a cassock.
Someone is wearing demon horns.
Their footsteps were very light.
Stepping onto the stone steps.
No sound.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
The crack on the stick is still there.
The golden liquid has stopped dripping.
It congeals into a scar.
"Old Chen."
"The first item."
"The rules are stable."
"What do you mean?"
Chen Fan looked at the chief writer.
"Let him explain."
The chief scribe opened the old scroll.
The pages are blank.
But he ran his finger across it.
The words surfaced.
"The rules are stable."
"It all comes down to how many cases you can overturn."
"Can it operate inside the tower?"
"Don't collapse."
No mistakes.
"Not being excluded by old rules."
He pushed the old scroll to the middle of the stone table.
"The Seventh Tower".
"The sequence for you."
"Create a separate space."
"Ten minutes."
"If your sequence runs for seven minutes."
No rule conflicts were found.
"The first item."
"I'll consider you right."
Chen Fan walked up.
He reached out and pressed down on the old scroll.
"How do I know when it's running?"
The chief editor looked up at him.
"Simulated reversal of verdict."
"Let's choose the one you just reviewed."
Case 470.
"Run it again on the seventh floor."
"From the time the case was filed."
"Until the root cause is abolished."
"The whole process."
Chen Fan pressed his finger on the old scroll.
A fingerprint was etched into the paper.
"Can."
The chief writer raised his hand.
The large characters on the tower wall are broken.
The gray light regrouped.
In the center of the tower.
Circle the entrance to the seventh floor.
The aperture is not large.
It has a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
The wall is transparent.
You can see there's nothing inside.
empty.
There wasn't even a speck of dust.
The chief editor stood up.
"please."
Chen Fan stepped into the aperture.
The moment he stepped in.
The light wall changed color.
It changed from gray to dark red.
It changed from dark red to deep black.
then.
The black part shattered.
Inside the aperture.
A wooden table appeared.
An oil lamp.
A roll of blank paper.
A pen.
In the old system.
Exactly the same.
The monk Guanmo stood up.
Walk to the edge of the aperture.
His eyes were fixed on the inside of the aperture.
Venus also followed.
His hand loosened from the tower wall.
My fingers were full of dust.
Chen Fan sat down.
Pick up the pen.
The blank pages floated up.
The pen tip landed on the paper.
The first line of text.
I wrote it down myself.
Case 470.
"Simulated retrial".
"Case filed and confirmed."
Outside the aperture.
The chief scribe opened the old scroll.
His finger stopped on the first page.
On that page of paper.
They appeared within Chen Fan's aura.
The exact same characters.
synchronous.
Word for word.
First minute.
The case has been filed.
The case file came to light.
The list of witnesses is filled in automatically.
The second minute.
The cross-examination begins.
The pages were covered with dense dialogue.
Every single one.
Both are the same as the actual court hearing just now.
Exactly.
Third minute.
The rules have begun to operate.
Within the aperture.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered.
The words on the paper.
It suddenly turned red.
It's not a normal red.
It is blood red.
The chief scribe's fingers.
Stop on the third page of the old volume.
His brow furrowed.
The words on the old scroll.
It started to throb.
Fourth minute.
Chen Fan's pen never stopped.
on his hand.
His veins bulged.
Blood-red writing on the paper.
It started to smoke.
Aperture wall.
A crack appeared.
The monk Guanmo took half a step back.
"Rules conflict".
His voice was dry.
Venus's fingers.
They started picking at the tower wall again.
"It's not even the seventh minute yet."
The fifth minute.
Chen Fan stood up.
He pressed the page down with his hand.
Press down on the jumping words with your palm.
The oil lamp suddenly went out.
Inside the aperture.
It's all black.
Only under Chen Fan's palm.
A blood-red light shone through.
The old drafts of the chief editor.
The third page.
Cracked.
From the middle.
It was torn in half.
Sixth minute.
Chen Fan's voice came from the darkness.
"continue."
His palm remained closed.
The light came back on.
It's not an oil lamp.
Those blood-red words were written under his palm.
It's burning.
Flames peeked out from between his fingers.
Cracks in the aperture wall.
more and more.
Like a spider web.
Seventh minute.
The oil lamp suddenly lit up by itself.
The blood red on the paper faded.
Revert to black.
Cracks in the aperture wall.
One by one.
It's closed.
Chen Fan released his grip.
My palms were covered in red marks.
On the paper.
The last line of text slowly emerged.
Case 470.
"Simulated retrial complete."
"The results are consistent."
"Confirmation of the abolition of the root evidence."
The chief editor bowed his head.
He looked at the old scroll in his hand.
Page 3.
It split in two.
But on page four.
完整。
The words above.
And within the aperture.
The same.
He closed the old book.
"The first item."
"The rules are stable."
"Passed."
Looking at the monk's fingers.
The wood chips were crushed into powder by the fish mallet.
Venus has stopped scratching the tower wall.
He stared at Chen Fan's palm.
Those red marks.
It looks like it's been branded on.
Outside the tower.
A figure in the black fog.
Someone turned and left.
Footsteps.
When I came.
Lighter.
As if afraid of being overheard.
Sun Wukong hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder.
Inside the crack in the shaft.
A small piece of gold dust fell off.
"The second item."
"The case has been overturned."
"When will it start?"
The chief writer raised his hand.
The old scroll in his hand.
The third page floated up from the tear.
Suspended in mid-air.
"Now."
"The second item."
"The case has been overturned."
"Cross-examination".
"Ten minutes."
His eyes were on Chen Fan.
"That's what you asked for."
"You ask."
Chen Fan stepped out of the halo.
The red mark on his palm.
It hasn't gone away yet.
He walked up to the monk Guanmo.
Stop.
"The first question."
"Wenling Mountain Discipline Hall".
"The original trial of the 470 cases."
"Who signed the confirmation?"
The monk Guanmo looked up.
His eyes were filled with tears.
The gray light went out for a moment.
#Chapter 475, Item 1: Stable Rules
The chief writer collected the gray light of the Seventh Tower into his palm.
Spread it out again.
The light became transparent.
The outer layer of the tower wall is like the peeled skin of an orange, peeling off layer by layer.
The contents are exposed.
Four pillars.
There are words carved on the pillar.
The first one.
"A petition to overturn a conviction must be supported by living witnesses or physical evidence."
The second one.
"The entire process of overturning the verdict is publicly recorded and cannot be modified privately."
The third one.
"The review of a case for reversal involves three parties: the party seeking to overturn the verdict, the party that initiated the trial, and the notary public."
The fourth one.
"All overturned verdicts will be entered into public archives and permanently preserved."
Venus squinted as he finished reading.
His hand moved inside his sleeve.
No one saw what he was calculating.
The monk Guanmo stood up.
The gray light in his eyes brightened again.
"Four Articles"
"What's the point of writing it?"
"The old assessment system also had thirty-seven points."
The chief editor didn't look at him.
He raised his hand.
The center of the seventh tower.
A square stone platform rose up.
Three volumes of case files were laid out on the table.
"The first test."
"The rules are stable."
"You can send people to simulate the three types of attacks."
He looked at Guanmo.
Then he looked at Venus.
"Malicious reversal of the verdict."
"The impact of fake certificates."
"Unauthorized modification".
"Who wants to go first?"
A person stepped out from behind the monk Guanmo.
Lingshan Vinaya Academy.
Bald.
She wore a rosary of 108 beads around her neck.
Each rosary bead is engraved with a name.
The names that have been penalized.
He walked up to the stone platform.
I picked up the first volume of case files.
Turn it over.
Writing began to appear on the blank file.
It's the clause from the first pillar.
"Malicious reversal of the verdict."
He read out those four words.
The prayer beads in her hand began to spin.
The first one flew out.
It was smashed into the case file.
The prayer beads transformed into a piece of text.
"Those who applied for a retrial have no evidence and are making false accusations."
The case file began to glow.
A face emerged from the light.
Vague.
I can't see their faces clearly.
The face opened its mouth.
"I want to overturn the verdict."
"I am innocent."
"I am innocent."
The sound grew louder and louder.
The gray light on the tower wall began to flicker.
Like a candle blown by a strong wind.
The monk Guanmo's lips twitched slightly.
Venus took half a step forward.
The case file suddenly closed.
Snapped.
The sound wasn't loud.
But that face was shattered.
The light went out.
The case file was reopened.
An extra line of text appeared on the blank page.
"Article 342 Application. No evidence. Dismissed. Applicant locked."
That rosary bead that flew away.
It broke too.
The bald monk looked down.
One of them is missing from her neck.
"Auto Filter".
"It can also identify the applicant."
He went back.
Observe Monk Mo's expression.
It's heavier than before.
Venus waved behind him.
A civil official in a white robe came out.
He was holding a jade seal in his hands.
"The impact of fake certificates."
The civil official pressed the jade seal onto the second volume of the case file.
The case file opened automatically.
Something started bubbling out of there.
A golden cudgel.
fake.
A tight band around one's neck.
It's fake too.
A signed confession.
The signature is crooked and messy.
It is clearly a fake.
Three things floated above the case file.
It went around three times.
The case file suddenly took a breath.
I really took a breath.
Everyone in the tower heard it.
Those things were sucked in.
Chewed it up.
What came out was a line of text.
"Fake document. Source traced. Tianhe Navy Third Battalion."
Venus's eyebrow twitched.
The jade seal in the hands of the civil official.
It cracked too.
A crack runs from the seal knob all the way to the seal surface.
"This is not censorship."
Venus's voice changed.
"This is a trap."
The chief editor looked at him.
"The impact of fake certificates."
"The source should have been investigated anyway."
"You're afraid of being investigated."
"Don't use fake certificates."
Sun Wukong laughed.
He laughed loudly.
The golden cudgel slammed into the ground three times.
Venus remained silent.
He retreated to the side of the tower wall.
He pulled his hand out of his sleeve.
empty.
The monk Guanmo glanced at Venus.
Then I looked at the case files in Volume Three.
"Unauthorized modification".
"I'll try."
He walked up to the stone platform.
His hand rested on the case file.
His hands are very big.
It is three times larger than the average person.
Golden scriptures are embedded in the lines of his palm.
He began to read.
They weren't reciting scriptures.
It is an order.
"In the name of Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"Amend Article 7."
"A reversal of the verdict requires the consent of the original trial party."
The case file began to shake.
The four pillars inside the tower were also shaking.
The words on the first pillar.
It's starting to blur.
"The entire process of overturning the verdict will be publicly recorded."
The following sentence states, "It cannot be modified privately."
It's fading little by little.
The monk Guanmo pressed his palms down harder and harder.
The scriptures flowed from the lines of his palm.
Golden.
Like molten gold.
It flowed into the case file.
The case file trembled even more violently.
Cracks began to appear in the tower walls.
It's not a real crack.
The gray light cracked.
Chen Fan took three steps forward.
He raised his hand.
The red mark on my palm hasn't faded yet.
But he was smiling.
"What do you think?"
"This is your case file."
The voice just fell.
The fourth pillar lit up.
"All overturned verdicts will be entered into public archives and permanently preserved."
The word "permanent".
Suddenly magnified.
Light shone down from the pillar.
The light shone on the hands of the monk Guanmo.
The scriptures in the lines of his palm.
They started to shrink back.
Golden liquid.
It flowed out from the case file.
It flowed back into his palm.
Palm prints.
It cracked.
One by one.
Like a dried-up riverbed.
The monk Guanmo withdrew his hand.
The case file closed automatically.
The cover has three more words.
"Amendment rejected."
There is another line of smaller text below.
"Operator: Lingshan Disciplinary Academy. Recorded."
The gray light inside the tower stabilized again.
The words on the four pillars.
It's brighter than before.
Venus leans against the tower wall.
His eyes were fixed on the word "Permanent Retention" on the fourth pillar.
His lips moved.
He didn't make a sound.
But he drew four characters on the tower wall with his finger.
"The black box. Gone."
The civil official looked down at the cracked jade seal in his hand.
The bald monk touched the spot on his neck where a rosary bead was missing.
The monk Guanmo closed his cracked palm.
Golden scriptures seeped from between his fingers.
It's not a flow.
Yes.
a drop.
Two drops.
The chief scribe walked to the stone platform.
Put away the three volumes of case files.
"The first item."
"The rules are stable."
"pass."
He paused.
He looked at Guan Mo.
Then she looked at Chen Fan.
"But it's stable."
"That doesn't mean it has value."
"The old evaluation system."
"It's also very stable."
"Steady in framing people."
A halo rose from the fourth pillar.
The name of the second test appeared in the aperture.
"The case has been overturned."
"Re-examination on site."
The chief writer raised his hand.
The aperture is divided into two halves.
A monkey appears on the left.
He was trapped under the Five Finger Mountain.
A monk appeared on the right.
Sitting on a white horse.
Sun Wukong looked closely at the picture on the left.
He gripped his golden cudgel tightly.
Golden light flowed across the stick.
Monk Guanmo suddenly spoke.
"The second item."
"Let's ask first."
He pointed to the right.
"Tang Sanzang".
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"Ask Tang Sanzang."
Chen Fan looked at the cracked palm of the monk Guanmo.
Then I looked at the expression on his face.
Ask Tang Sanzang.
"What do you want to ask?"
The corner of the monk Guanmo's mouth.
It slowly cracked.
It's not a laugh.
It was a crack in his palm.
It grew on my face.
"Ask him for his crime."
Chapter 476 Overturning the Case at the Scene
The monk Guanmo had barely finished speaking.
The gray light on the tower wall suddenly exploded.
A beam of light struck Tang Sanzang directly.
Tang Sanzang stood still.
His monk's robe was still covered in mud from Huaguo Mountain.
The monks of Lingshan Vinaya Monastery stood up.
He held a scroll of golden documents in his hand.
"Tang Sanzang".
"The Lingshan Disciplinary Academy is asking you."
"Are you being bewitched by Chen Fan?"
"Deviating from the Buddha's teachings."
"Unorthodox and heretical".
Tang Sanzang raised his head.
His eyes were fixed on the scroll of gold documents.
Bald head.
There are no signs of withdrawal.
"Bewitchment?"
Tang Sanzang's voice was not loud.
But every word is clear.
"This humble monk would like to ask."
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
What does it mean to deviate from the Buddha's teachings?
The monks of the monastery unfolded the golden document.
Lines of golden characters appeared in mid-air.
"You have destroyed the brocade robe."
"You allowed Sun Wukong to break the golden headband."
"You refused to complete the pilgrimage mission."
"These."
"Does this deviate from Buddhist teachings?"
Tang Sanzang reached out his hand.
He pulled a stack of papers out of his sleeve.
The paper is very old.
The edges are all worn rough.
"Then take a look at this."
He hung the paper on the notice board.
The gray light on the tower wall is automatically scanned.
The handwriting on the paper.
They popped out one by one.
[The Old Case of the Journey to the West: The Control Files of the Tightening Spell]
The first page.
"The thirteenth year of the Zhenguan era."
"Guanyin Bodhisattva bestows the tight headband."
Purpose: To control Sun Wukong.
"Control items: twelve items."
Page 2.
Pain control: can be triggered at any time.
"Range control: Effective within 500 li."
"Life and death control: Recite the incantation three times."
"Killed instantly."
Page 3.
Special Note
"If Sun Wukong resists..."
"It can increase the pain level."
"Highest level".
"His brains were boiling."
Inside the tower.
It's quiet now.
The hands of monks in the monastery.
I started to tremble.
The gold lettering on the rolled-up golden document.
One by one, they went out.
Tang Sanzang pointed to the public notice screen.
"This humble monk asks you questions."
"Is this what you call saving all living beings?"
His hand turned to the next page.
"The headband has been worn for over a hundred years."
"How many times has Sun Wukong fainted from the pain?"
"Did you take notes?"
"Four hundred and seventy-three times."
"Every single time."
"It's all on record."
"Ling Mountain".
"You're using human lives."
"The journey to the West was in exchange for something else."
The monks' expressions changed.
He took a step back.
The stool tipped over.
No one helped them up.
Look at the crack in the palm of the monk Guanmo.
A gray liquid flowed out.
Drop by drop.
drop on the floor.
Tang Sanzang tore a piece of paper off the notice board.
The paper has turned yellow.
There were dried bloodstains on the corners.
"This was personally approved by the Buddha."
"Control entries".
"It says so."
"If Sun Wukong does not obey orders."
"Can be activated at any time."
"The Mantra to Annihilate Consciousness"
"Extinguish consciousness."
"It's about turning him back into stone."
"Ling Mountain".
"You have such great compassion."
Outer gallery seats.
Someone stood up.
It represents the fifth tower.
He was wearing a purple official robe.
The chest is embroidered with the pattern of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.
"This case."
"We need to look at it again."
His voice wasn't loud.
But the loudspeaker array inside the tower.
Every single word was spread.
The monk Guanmo suddenly turned his head.
He looked at Venus.
Venus bowed his head.
Inside the sleeve.
My fingers are shaking.
The monk Guanmo then looked at the chief scribe.
The pen of the chief scribe.
Hanging on the paper.
The ink has dried.
Not a single word was written.
The Heavenly Court representative stood up.
On his golden official robe.
Embroidered with the South Heavenly Gate.
"The story of Tang Sanzang."
"Make a note of it for now."
"But Sun Wukong."
"We in Heaven have questions to ask."
He pointed at Sun Wukong.
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"Havoc in Heaven".
"Destroy the Lingxiao Palace."
"Stealing peaches and golden pills."
Does this count?
"Disrupting the order of the Three Realms."
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
ground.
It has three cracks.
"order?"
He grinned.
"Then tell us about what happened back then."
"Documents that induce law enforcement."
"Hang it up too."
Let's take a look together.
The Heavenly Court representative's fingers froze.
Sun Wukong pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his ear.
The paper was crumpled many times.
The creases have all cracked.
"This is Venus."
"The one who advised me to go to heaven and become the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses back then."
"Document draft".
He threw the paper onto the notice board.
A sweep of gray light.
The text appears.
[Heavenly Court's Recruitment: Files of Induced Law Enforcement]
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"Heavenly Court conferment of titles."
"To be ranked among the immortals."
"He shall be granted a mansion."
"One hundred celestial officials."
"but."
The following text is in smaller print.
"Sun Wukong didn't see it at the time."
"Mortals cannot see it clearly."
"Even the celestial officials might not be able to see it clearly."
Enlarge the small text.
Actual position: Keeper of the Heavenly Horses.
"Second-rate."
"No rank."
"No salary."
"Unqualified to attend court sessions."
Note: The monkey is ignorant of its own limitations.
"Give me a hollow title."
"Take your time to clean up."
Sun Wukong pointed to the area below the small characters.
There is a signature there.
"It was drawn by Venus."
His voice was very soft.
"Your Heavenly Court."
"First, you deceived me with a false reputation."
"Let me raise horses again."
"In the end, they sent heavenly soldiers and generals to attack me."
"Is this what you call order?"
The forehead represents the Heavenly Court.
Sweat rolled down his face.
His golden official robe.
It got very wet.
Outer gallery seats.
More representatives stood up.
The representative of the Star Palace, wearing a blue official robe.
The representative of Xiaoleiyin Temple wearing a vermilion kasaya.
The representative of Gouchen Palace, dressed in black armor.
They were all staring at the information display screen.
Someone took out a jade slip.
Begin transcribing.
The pen of the chief scribe.
It fell onto the paper.
The ink spread.
Like a black flower.
The new scribes stood up.
He was wearing a gray official robe.
A pair of crossed pens were embroidered on her chest.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"Cross-examination complete."
"The verdict is now announced."
He unrolled a new roll of paper.
The paper is blank.
He traced a line on the paper with his finger.
The handwriting appears automatically.
"Old Case: The Journey to the West Case."
Original verdict: Sun Wukong lost control.
"Tang Sanzang deviated from the scriptures and went against the teachings."
"Reversed verdict: a resistance incident under a high-pressure order."
"It cannot be directly classified as out of control."
"Old Case: Havoc in Heaven"
"Original verdict: Sun Wukong disrupted order."
"Reversed verdict: A stress response under induced law enforcement."
"They should not be directly convicted."
"Basis for the reversal of the judgment."
"Cross-evidence".
"The Journey to the West case tightens control over the files."
"Havoc in Heaven" induces law enforcement documents.
"The evidence in both cases is closed."
"The original judgment is invalid."
He put down his pen.
He looked at the chief writer.
"Chief Writer".
"signature."
The chief scribe's fingers.
Holding the pen.
The pen tip hovers above the paper.
His hands were shaking.
The entire palm.
Veins bulging.
Look at the crack in the palm of the monk Guanmo.
The crack reached my wrist.
Gray light.
It leaked out from the crack.
Like sand in an hourglass.
Outer gallery seats.
The fifth tower represents the one who speaks first.
"it works."
His voice was very loud.
"This series of reversals."
"It's really useful."
The representative of the Star Palace beside him.
They've already pulled out the crossover communication talisman.
"Star Palace".
"Review of old cases."
"Check the case file immediately."
"All cases of Heavenly Court inducing law enforcement to circumvent the law."
"Send them all to the Seventh Tower."
The representative from Xiaoleiyin Temple tore off the Lingshan emblem from his robe.
He stood up.
He walked towards Chen Fan.
"Chen, the scribe."
"Our Little Leiyin Temple."
There are 123 old cases.
"It was all imposed by Lingshan."
"Should I answer or not?"
Chen Fan looked at him.
A red mark on the palm.
It started to get hot.
"catch."
His voice was very steady.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"We welcome all who come."
The gray light on the tower wall.
A sudden, violent tremor.
The chief scribe inserted the pen into the paper.
The pen tip pierces the paper.
It plunged into the stone table.
"The third item."
His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"External pressure resistance".
"Start immediately."
Outside the tower.
Black mist surged.
The twelve magic arrays lit up simultaneously.
Within each magic array.
They all bear the resemblance to warships.
The one at the very front.
Two large characters are engraved on the bow of the ship.
Recycling Court.
Chapter 477, Item 3: Withstanding Pressure
The gray light on the tower wall exploded.
The twelve magic arrays simultaneously lit up to their maximum brightness.
The ship's silhouette squeezed out from the light.
The bow of the first warship broke through the edge of the magic array.
The words "Recycling Court" are displayed.
Engraved on the armor.
Every word was dripping with rust.
Chen Fan stood at the entrance of the Seventh Tower.
The red mark on his palm.
It's starting to get hot again.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.
The end of the stick sank three inches into the stone steps.
"Good timing."
He grinned.
There was still some peach flesh stuck in my teeth.
Inside the tower.
The furnace mesh is fully open.
The heat from Huaguo Mountain poured in along the furnace line.
The walls of the entire Seventh Tower were trembling slightly.
It's not going to collapse.
It is breathing.
The Bull Demon King stood in front of the furnace core.
The two corners brace against the furnace wall.
Blue veins bulged from his neck all the way to his forehead.
"We can hold on."
His voice was muffled in his throat.
The stone bricks underfoot were cracked into a spider web.
Xiaoqing transformed into a snake's tail.
The tail tip gets tangled around one of the main veins of the furnace mesh.
Bai Jingjing stood behind her.
He placed both hands on Xiaoqing's shoulders.
The joints are white.
Chen Fan turned to look at Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang sat by the pool where the case was overturned.
The pool water is transparent.
Hundreds of names floated on the water.
Each name is connected to a gold thread.
The other end of the gold thread.
It was tied to the person kneeling by the pool.
Those affected.
Automatically added to the pool.
Those entering the pool will have a deletion tag on them.
The label will slide down the gold line to the bottom of the pool.
The bottom of the pool was covered with a layer of ash.
Those were the remnants of the melted-down label.
"How much longer can we hold out?"
Chen Fan asked.
Tang Sanzang did not look up.
"Ask Chi Zi."
"Please ask this humble monk."
"Ask them all."
Tang Sanzang extended one finger.
Fingertips touch the water's surface.
A ripple spread across the water's surface.
Ripples hit the pool wall.
It bounced back.
Then it crashed into the next lap.
"pond."
"We can hold out until the first batch is finished."
"This humble monk."
"I can hold on until this humble monk dies."
Outside the tower.
All twelve Recycling Court warships were forced out of the magic array.
The bow guns were aimed at the seventh turret.
A gray light shone from the muzzle of the cannon.
The chief writer stood on the bridge of the foremost warship.
The pen in his hand was still stuck in the stone table.
The pen tip pierces the paper.
Beneath the paper is a stone table.
Beneath the stone table is the deck of a warship.
What's below deck?
Nobody can see it.
"The series of reversals."
The chief writer's voice came from the bridge.
Each character looked as if it had been carved into an iron plate with a knife.
"The third test."
"External pressure resistance".
He raised his hand.
The finger points to the seventh tower.
"You call yourselves a sequence."
"The sequence should be able to withstand pressure."
"It breaks as soon as you hit it."
"What's the sequence called?"
"Let's call it the case."
"case."
"It was destined to fail."
His hand fell.
The cannons of all twelve warships lit up simultaneously.
The gray light converged into a beam.
It struck the tip of the seventh tower.
The tiles at the spire exploded.
The tile shattered into powder in mid-air.
The powder hadn't even hit the ground yet.
The tower was illuminated by a layer of golden light.
Furnace mesh.
We held on.
A crack appeared on the red mark on Chen Fan's palm.
Blood seeped from the mouth.
He didn't look at his hands.
He stared out of the tower.
Sun Wukong has already jumped out.
He swung the golden cudgel in a circle.
He smashed the bow of the first warship with a stick.
The iron armor on the bow of the ship was dented.
Black smoke was rising from the dent.
The warships did not retreat.
The chief scribe on the bridge didn't even lift his eyelids.
"continue."
The second warship fired its cannons.
The third one also set sail.
The gray light came from three directions at the same time.
The golden light emanating from the tower trembled.
They stabilized again.
The Bull Demon King roared in front of the furnace core.
The two corners push against the furnace wall.
The corners are embedded in the brick joints.
The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered completely.
The underlying soil layer is exposed.
The soil is red.
Roots emerge from the soil.
They wrapped their arms around the Bull Demon King's ankles.
Xiaoqing tightened her snake tail.
The main vein of the furnace mesh was constricted, leaving a dent.
Bai Jingjing moved her hand from Xiaoqing's shoulder to her back.
Place your palms against your spine.
Demonic power was poured in.
Inside the tower.
Bubbles began to rise from the surface of the pool where the case was overturned.
Bubbles rise from the bottom of the pool.
Each bubble contains a name.
The name flips inside the bubble.
The person connected by the golden thread knelt by the pool.
Hands clasped together.
The lips are moving.
There was no sound.
Tang Sanzang's finger was still touching the water's surface.
His fingers were trembling.
It shakes very finely.
It was so detailed that only Chen Fan could see it.
Chen Fan walked over.
Standing behind Tang Sanzang.
"You said you could last until you die."
"I said."
"He won't die."
He raised his hand.
A red mark from a cracked palm was stuck to the back of Tang Sanzang's head.
Blood dripped down Tang Sanzang's hair.
It was dripped into the overturning pool.
Pool water.
Boiling.
The residue from the labels at the bottom of the pool churned up.
The residue clumped together.
Roll it into a ball the size of a fist.
The ball cracked.
An insect crawled out of it.
The insects are golden.
There were words written on the insect's wings.
"Four hundred and seventy cases."
"The signatory of the original trial."
The insects took flight.
It crashed into Chen Fan's chest.
Chen Fan staggered back a step.
A ring of golden patterns appeared around his chest.
The lines climb up along the ribs.
Climb up to the collarbone.
Stop.
Outside the tower.
The fourth warship turned its guns.
Aim at the tower gate.
The gray light had not yet been emitted.
Sun Wukong had already jumped over the bridge of the third warship.
The golden cudgel grew thicker.
He shoved the stick into the muzzle of the cannon.
The cannon barrel exploded.
The shattered metal fragments grazed Sun Wukong's face.
A white mark was left behind.
The skin wasn't broken.
"not enough."
Sun Wukong said.
He turned around.
Look towards the fifth warship.
Behind the fifth warship.
In the black fog.
Then three more lights appeared.
It's not a magic circle.
The warship lit up by itself.
There are words engraved on the hull of the ship.
"Recycling Courtyard".
"Old Cases Enforcement Bureau"
The chief editor's voice rang out again.
"What do you think?"
"Only the fleet."
He pulled the pen from the stone table.
The pen tip kicked up a string of stone chips.
"Recycling Courtyard".
"All the old orders of the four hundred and seventy cases are preserved."
"Every old decree."
"They are all a recycling command."
He picked up his pen.
Point the pen tip at the seventh tower.
"Now."
"I'll show you how it explodes."
The pen tip falls.
A gray light shone from the tip of the pen.
The light shone on the walls of the seventh tower.
The tower walls were not broken.
But inside the tower.
An extra crack appeared.
The cracks started from the main vein of the furnace mesh.
It extends all the way to the edge of the overturned case pool.
Water seeped out along the cracks in the pool.
At the end of the crack.
The chief editor's voice squeezed in from the crack.
"Fragments of an old order."
"Number Three".
"Detonate inside the tower."
"Blow up the overturning case pool."
crack.
It began to expand.
The scene on the other side of the crack.
It gradually became clearer.
It's not black fog.
It's not a warship.
It was a golden light.
A row of people stood in the light.
Everyone was holding a roll of paper.
The paper was stamped.
It has words engraved on it.
"Root evidence zone".
#Chapter 478 Crack in the Root Evidence Zone
The light at the end of the crack.
It's getting brighter and brighter.
The red mark on Chen Fan's palm suddenly became hot.
He lowered his head.
The red mark cracked.
It's not a skin crack.
It's the blood vessel beneath the mark.
It is glowing.
Light seeped out from the blood vessels.
It crawls outwards along the lines of the palm.
It climbed over the wrist.
It climbed over the forearm.
It climbed all the way up to his shoulder.
He looked up.
The surface of the water in the overturned case pool.
It's flowing backwards.
Water droplets rise from the bottom of the pool.
Drop by drop.
Suspended in mid-air.
In each water droplet.
They were all reflected in a roll of paper.
The paper was stamped with the seal of the root certificate area.
The person observing the sutra suddenly stood up.
"Evidence area!"
His finger pointed to the surface of the pool.
"Fragments of the old order have been included in the stub area!"
Before the words had even finished, the words were spoken.
The main vein of the furnace network beside the overturned case pool.
The shaking started.
The mesh cracked one by one.
Golden light seeped from the crack.
The light is not warm.
It's cold.
It was as cold as a knife's edge.
Si Mo placed his hand on the stone table.
His fingers.
I'm trembling.
"The area of prima facie evidence is the central part of the reversal sequence."
"If it cracks—"
He didn't finish speaking.
The gray light on the tower wall suddenly dimmed.
It's not extinguished.
It's being held down by something.
The chief editor's voice boomed down from the top of the tower.
"Fragments of an old order."
"Number Three".
"Target."
"Demolition of the evidence zone".
"Your new order."
"There isn't even a central hub."
"It's all thanks to one person."
In his voice.
He was carrying a knife.
"Chen Fan".
"Can you handle it?"
The monk Guanmo raised his head.
The cracks on his face.
It's deeper now.
Golden light shone through the crack.
And the light seeping out from the root zone.
The same.
"Root evidence."
"crack."
He only said two words.
Water droplets in the overturned case pool.
Suddenly it all shattered.
The water droplets burst open.
Each water droplet bursts open.
They all made a crisp sound.
More than a hundred crisp sounds.
They formed a continuous expanse.
then.
The tower wall is cracked.
It's not a crack.
The entire tower wall began to peel off.
Pieces of stone peel fell off one by one.
What's behind it is revealed.
It's not a stone.
It's not gray.
It is a golden net.
The mesh is very dense.
Every mesh.
Each one had a roll of paper embedded in it.
The paper was stamped with the root certificate seal.
The network pulse is beating.
Like a heartbeat.
But his jumps were unsteady.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Chen Fan looked at his arm.
The light has already reached my shoulders.
It's moving towards my chest.
He could sense it.
The root cause area is in the earthquake zone.
Each tremor.
His heart ached.
It's not an external injury.
It's a pain that seeps from the bones.
Tang Sanzang stood up.
He was still holding the broken wooden fish in his hand.
"Chen Fan".
"The evidence zone cannot withstand it."
"The power of fragments of old orders."
"exist--"
He didn't finish speaking.
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"We can catch it."
Chen Fan raised his right hand.
A red mark on the palm.
It's completely cracked.
The light in the blood vessels.
It crawls out along the lines on my palm.
It condenses into lines in the air.
Golden thread.
The other end of the line.
It is extended towards the one who is observing the sutra.
The person observing the sutra was taken aback.
"Give me?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He also raised his left hand.
A red mark on the palm.
It also cracked.
A second line extends out.
It reached out to Simo.
Si Mo looked at the line.
He glanced at Chen Fan again.
"You made me—"
"catch."
Chen Fan's voice was very steady.
"Root evidence interface".
"It's open to you."
"Sharing the burden on the central government."
The spectator reached out his hand.
Hold the line.
The moment the line touched his palm.
His body.
A sudden jolt.
He saw it.
In the root evidence area.
A sky full of golden veins.
It is shaking violently.
More than one hundred mesh openings.
It has already cracked.
The paper roll flipped through the mesh.
The page is being turned faster and faster.
Each time you flip through it.
The crack widened by one point.
The sutra reader gritted his teeth.
He gripped the thread tightly.
Use your own strength.
Pour it into the root evidence area.
The tremor of the network pulse.
It was a little slow.
But it's still shaking.
Si Mo also grasped the line.
His eyes.
Suddenly opened wide.
"So heavy?"
He sensed it.
Central pressure in the root evidence zone.
Like a giant whirlpool.
It needs to suck everything in.
Chen Fan was alone.
Have they held on for so long?
"Stop talking nonsense."
Chen Fan's voice.
It squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Stay calm."
The pain in his heart.
It's starting to ease.
The two lines divided the pressure.
Cracks in the root evidence zone.
It will not be expanded further.
The chief editor's voice boomed down again.
"Two people."
"They can't hold on either."
"The root cause is a single-point structure."
"As long as there's a limit to what can be tolerated—"
His words.
It suddenly stopped.
Because he saw it.
The third line.
It emerged from Chen Fan's chest.
The direction of the line.
Not inside the tower.
It's outside the tower.
It's in the direction of Huaguo Mountain.
The wire penetrates the tower wall.
Piercing through the black fog.
Pass through twelve magic arrays.
It stretches all the way up to the sky above Huaguo Mountain.
In Huaguo Mountain.
Sun Wukong was sitting on the mountaintop.
His golden cudgel rested across his knees.
Cracks on the stick.
It's fully healed.
The line stretched out in front of him.
He stretched out his hand.
hold.
"I am Old Sun."
"Give them a hand too."
His strength followed the line.
They flooded into the root evidence area.
at the same time.
Monkeys at the foot of the mountain.
One after another.
Raise your head.
In their eyes.
A golden light shone forth.
Every single monkey.
They all connected to a small portion of the root certificate area.
Autonomous authority.
Behind Huaguo Mountain.
Access.
It's not a matter of a single person in charge.
It's the entire mountain.
There were thirteen thousand monkeys.
We'll face it together.
Golden veins on the tower wall.
Suddenly it stabilized.
The mesh is torn.
Healing has begun.
Water droplets in the overturned case pool.
It fell back into the pool.
The water surface was as calm as a mirror.
Look at the cracks on the monk's face.
It begins to shrink.
The golden light faded.
He stared at Chen Fan.
"you--"
"The central government has been opened up."
Chen Fan raised his head.
His face was very pale.
My lips are dry and cracked.
But his eyes are very bright.
"Who said there's a sequence for overturning verdicts?"
"There's only one person."
"I have Tang Sanzang."
Tang Sanzang stood up.
The wooden fish in his hand.
Debris is falling to the ground.
"I am here."
"I have a contemplator of the sutra."
The one who observes the sutra loosens the thread.
His palm.
An extra golden line appeared.
"I am here."
"I have Si Mo."
Si Mo spread his hands.
His palm.
It also has golden patterns.
"I am here."
Chen Fan looked at the tower wall.
Golden veins.
It's completely stabilized.
"I also have Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Thirteen thousand monkeys."
"They're all here."
The chief editor fell silent.
His pen.
It's still stuck in the stone table.
The pen was trembling.
It wasn't the table that was shaking.
His hands were trembling.
The Heavenly Court representatives who were listening in.
Venus.
Leaning against the tower wall.
His hand.
It was still clutched to its chest.
But the way he looked at Chen Fan.
changed.
It's not hostility.
It's something indescribable.
"This sequence."
"There is indeed a way out."
His voice was very low.
So low that only he could hear it.
Representatives from the Buddhist community attending the hearing.
The two gray-robed monks.
The prayer beads in my hand.
I'm not sharing this anymore.
They looked at Chen Fan.
Then he looked at the Scripture Observer and the Master of Ink.
Finally, he looked at Tang Sanzang.
In Tang Sanzang's hands.
He was still holding the broken wooden fish.
But on his face.
No hesitation.
Only perseverance.
A monk.
He suddenly spoke.
"This series of reversals."
"It's not fake."
His voice.
It's unstable now.
Another monk.
He tucked the rosary beads into his sleeve.
He looked at the large characters on the tower wall.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"Open battle".
"The first match."
"A coalition of those seeking to overturn verdicts."
He read it aloud.
I read it again.
"Consortium".
"Not just one person."
Chief Writer.
Slowly pull out the pen.
The pen nib was pulled out from under the stone table.
It brought out a piece of stone dust.
He kept his head down.
Looking at the paper.
The words on the paper.
It is fading.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"The second item."
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"A battle against each other."
"A coalition of those seeking to overturn verdicts."
His handwriting.
It is disappearing.
It wasn't erased.
It is the light of the root proof zone.
It melted away.
The chief writer looked up.
His eyes.
It turned completely gray.
"What do you think?"
"Stabilize the root evidence."
That's enough.
He threw the pen into the gray light.
The pen exploded.
It turned into hundreds and thousands of gray lights.
In every ray of gray light.
They were all wrapped in a roll of paper.
Four characters were engraved on the paper.
"Existing resources".
"The Seventh Tower".
"All existing stock."
"I'll take it all."
"Your new order."
"Don't even think about getting a single resource."
"Suddenly running out of food."
Gray light.
They started pulling things out of the tower walls.
Countless old cases.
Numerous old testimonies.
Countless old powers.
Like tree roots that have been pulled out.
It brought out large tracts of roots.
The surface of the water in the overturned case pool.
begin descending.
Chapter 479 Drawing Old Debts and Cutting Off New Supplies
Gray light was drawn out from the tower walls.
Like uprooting a tree.
It brought out large tracts of roots.
Old cases. Old testimonies. Old authority.
It was completely enveloped in gray light.
Pull it outwards.
The surface of the water in the overturned case pool.
It fell down piece by piece.
The markings along the edge of the pool are visible.
The third section.
Second section.
First section.
Si Mo stood next to Chen Fan.
His fingers dug into his palm.
"This hand."
"Even the Eighth Tower often suffers losses."
"It can't be stopped."
The gray light was being drawn out faster and faster.
The tower walls began to shake.
The cracks spread upwards from the bottom.
Every crack was stuffed with old rolls of paper.
The corners of the paper are yellowed.
The mark is blurry.
Chen Fan stared at the gray light.
He suddenly spoke.
"Existing stock".
"Which year are you referring to?"
Si Mo was taken aback.
"Since the construction of the Seventh Tower."
"all."
"The original assessment of the 470 cases."
"The resource package from the previous agreement."
"Including testimony databases, authority pools, and drafts of overturned verdicts."
"Count it all."
The gray light then pulled out a large mass of something.
This time it's bundles of old orders.
It makes the paper so brittle that it crumbles.
It bears the old seal of the Seventh Tower.
The inkpad has turned black.
The chief writer's voice came from outside the tower.
"Squeeze it clean."
"Don't leave a single thread."
"New sequence?"
"So what if it's legal?"
"An empty shell."
In the black fog.
The warship of the Recycling Court took a step forward.
The gun barrels at the bow were aimed at the top of the turret.
A gray light shone from the muzzle of the cannon.
And the gray light drawn from the tower wall.
The same.
Chen Fan looked at the old resources that had been taken away.
He was rummaging through his mind.
The discarded draft layer.
List database.
Arena rewards.
Fourth-level alliance proof.
these things.
I've forwarded it all.
They've all been converted to new sequence assets.
He suddenly looked up.
"Si Mo".
"Old resources are converted into new sequence assets."
"Have the formalities been completed?"
Si Mo opened the booklet in his hand.
"We're done."
"Before the third item begins."
"Archive everything."
"The new serial numbers have all been issued."
Chen Fan's lips twitched slightly.
It's not a laugh.
It's something colder.
"That's fine then."
"He smokes."
"Let him smoke."
He turned and walked toward the pool for reversing the verdict.
The pool is only half full.
The water level is still dropping.
He squatted down.
Put your hand in the water.
The red mark touched the water surface.
The water started to bubble.
The bubbles turned outwards from the palm of the hand.
Each bubble contains a line of text.
"Reversing existing cases."
"The seventh tower of the new sequence."
"Number 479".
"Asset restructuring initiated."
On the tower wall.
Suddenly, a whole screen of light appeared.
On the light screen.
It's filled with entries.
Every single one is jumping.
They jump incredibly fast.
The content within the entry.
Revise it line by line.
"Old existing resources" - remove the word "old".
Change it to "existing cases that have been overturned".
"Original assessment draft" - followed by a line of smaller print.
"Transformed. New sequence ownership certificate attached."
"Old Year Testimony Database" - cross out the entire entry.
Rewrite one line.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence: Testimony Re-editing Database."
The gray light is still radiating.
But what was extracted.
It's starting to change.
On old rolls of paper.
The place that was originally covered by the old Indian seal.
Now there's a new seal.
Four characters were engraved on it.
"The series of reversals."
New seals overlay old seals.
It was pressed down tightly.
The old Indian was half covered.
It's like the old authority has been locked up.
I can't get it out.
The gray light paused for a moment.
Then it suddenly pulled back.
Shrink to half.
They pulled it forward again.
The chief writer's voice changed.
"What happened?"
"What about the old stock?"
"What I want is the existing stock."
"Not these."
Warships in the black fog.
The gun barrel turned towards the turret wall.
The gray light pierced in again.
This time, the extraction went even deeper.
A tearing sound came from inside the tower wall.
Like cloth being torn apart.
But what was extracted.
They were all newly stamped.
Not a single one.
It is a completely old resource.
Chen Fan stood up.
The red mark on his hand became even brighter.
The items on the light screen jumped around faster.
"Fourth-layer alliance proof".
"Old serial number cancelled".
"New serial number".
"479 Appendix 3".
"Arena Rewards List"
The old list is invalid.
"New list."
"Redistribution of rewards for overturning verdicts."
Each one is changed.
Gray light pulled out a piece of waste paper.
There was only one line of text on the paper.
"This item has been converted to a new sequence."
"The old authority is no longer valid."
The gray light was drawn out more and more rapidly.
The tower walls shook even more violently.
But the water in the overturned case pool.
The price will not be lowered.
The water surface remained stable at the fourth level.
The chief writer's voice boomed in from outside the tower.
"Chen Fan".
"What are you changing?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He stared at the light screen.
My hand rests on the surface of the pool water.
The red mark got wet.
A line of words appeared on the water's surface.
"Reversing existing cases."
"Not bound by the previous year's agreement."
"The new sequence of the Seventh Tower".
"All assets."
"It never belonged to the old stock."
The gray light hovered in mid-air.
The crumpled paper it was wrapped in.
It started to fall.
The paper ball scattered.
It was all empty shells inside.
The old paper wrapping is still intact.
But the content has been completely drained.
Only one line of red text remains.
"Ownership of the overturned verdict sequence."
"Recycling is prohibited."
Outside the tower.
The black fog dissipated a little.
The warships of the Recycling Court.
The gun barrel at the bow of the ship.
The gray light went out.
The chief writer stood on the bridge.
The pen in his hand.
The pen nib broke.
What's seeping out from the break isn't ink.
It's black fog.
He looked down at his pen.
I looked up at the tower again.
"it is good."
"You're quick-witted."
"Old resources can't be completely removed."
"It's okay."
He threw the broken pen into the black fog.
The pen fell.
It smashed out a whole new patch of black mist.
A row of people stood in the fog.
Everyone was holding a roll of paper.
The paper was stamped.
It has words engraved on it.
"Legal war ruling."
The chief editor unbuttoned his collar.
The button popped off.
It hit the bridge railing.
It was launched into the black mist.
"The ruling will be issued soon."
"But the seventh tower."
"Don't even think about leaving a single resource."
He turned around.
Step into the black fog.
The row of people in the fog.
Unfold the ruling paper.
The paper was covered with densely written words.
The date on the last line.
It's today.
Chen Fan stood inside the tower.
The red mark on his hand.
It gradually darkened.
Si Mo walked over.
The booklet in his hand.
The footer was crumpled up.
"Ruling."
"It's really time to come down."
"The outcome of a legal war."
Outside the tower.
That row of people.
Hold up the ruling paper.
Light shines through the back of the paper.
Three words were imprinted in the light.
"The Seventh Tower".
Chen Fan looked at those three words.
In his palm.
Red mark.
It's starting to get hot again.
Chapter 480 Legal Victory
The ruling paper was unfolded.
Light shines through the back of the paper.
The words "Seventh Tower" are getting brighter and brighter.
The red mark on Chen Fan's palm felt like a branding iron.
He stared at those three words.
Didn't move.
Si Mo turned to the last page of his booklet.
The footer is wrinkled beyond recognition.
"They're here."
When he said those two words.
The voice was trembling.
It's not fear.
It's the pent-up energy that's been building up for too long.
The people outside the tower held up the ruling document.
The one at the very front.
He was wearing white gloves.
The back of the gloves is embroidered with the seal of the Root Zone.
"Three elements of legal warfare."
"All approved."
His voice wasn't loud.
But each word was like a nail driven into stone.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"It possesses the legitimacy of a temporary node."
These words were spoken.
The tower fell silent for a moment.
then.
The water level in the overturned case pool began to rise.
It wasn't leaked.
It is the void left after the old stock has been removed.
Automatic filling.
The new sequence of patterns rises from the bottom of the pool.
One.
Two paths.
Three paths.
Fifteen.
Chen Fan looked at the patterns.
The temperature on the red mark.
It started climbing up my arm.
"signature."
The white-gloved hand handed over the ruling.
The direction it was being handed over was towards the monk Guanmo.
The monk Guanmo stood beside a crack in the pagoda wall.
The cracks on his face hadn't closed yet.
The crack stretched from the corner of his mouth all the way to his ear.
He looked at the paper.
His palms were also cracked.
Gray light shining through the crack.
One light and one dark.
"sign."
He reached out and took the pen.
The pen tip landed on the paper.
My hands didn't shake.
But the paper tore.
The pen tip pierced through the back of the paper.
Ink seeped out from the hole.
He threw the pen back.
The white glove caught the pen.
It was then passed to the other side.
Representatives from the Lingshan Vinaya Academy stood outside the tower gate.
He was tall and thin.
The rosary beads around the neck.
The beads are thicker than a thumb.
He stared at the ruling paper.
The masseter muscles in the chin bulge out.
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"witness."
His signature strokes are very heavy.
Each horizontal line is like a groove carved on paper.
The rosary beads were burning hot on his neck.
It burned my skin until it turned red.
He didn't utter a sound.
The Heavenly Court representative stood behind the tall, thin man.
It was someone wearing a silver-white robe.
The hem of the robe was embroidered with cloud patterns.
The cloud pattern conceals the thunder mark.
When he signed.
My finger joints are cracking.
It wasn't held by the pen.
It was sculpted.
He cracked the pen in his hand.
"Heavenly Thunder Department".
"witness."
He tossed the pen to the next person.
Next up is Tiancheng.
Tiancheng rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.
He showed the old scars on his arm.
The scar is dark in color.
It looks like it's been corroded by something.
He glanced at Chen Fan.
He didn't say anything.
He only signed his name on the paper.
The handwriting is crooked and messy.
Tian Luan stood behind Tian Cheng.
When he signed.
The pen nib broke once.
The broken pen tip bounced to the ground.
It rolled into the crack beside the pool of evidence.
"I admit it."
He said those two words.
Then insert the broken pen into the pen holder.
Next are representatives from other Buddhist sects.
The names fell onto the paper one by one.
Every stroke was heavy.
But no one spoke.
Until the last person signed.
The ruling was withdrawn.
The white gloves were used to fold the paper.
It was stuffed into a gray cloth bag.
The words "Root Evidence Zone" were printed on the pocket.
"The procedure is legal."
"Records sealed."
The gray cloth bag was taken away.
Outside the tower gate.
Chen Fan watched as the pocket walked further and further away.
A red mark on the palm.
Start recycling.
The heat retreated from my arm.
Return it to the palm of your hand.
Retreat to your fingertips.
then.
A beam of gray light poured down from the top of the tower.
The beam of light crashed into the pool where the case had been overturned.
The pool water exploded.
Water splashed onto the tower wall.
The old inscriptions on the tower walls are beginning to peel off.
The four words are "Old Assessment Tower".
Like an old scab that has been peeled off.
Pieces fell into the pool one by one.
The new characters emerged from the tower wall.
The texture of the strokes.
And the new sequence of patterns at the bottom of the overturned case pool.
The same.
"The series of reversals."
"The seventh node".
"temporary."
The words haven't fully appeared yet.
All the file racks in the tower began to be moved.
The sound of the shelf moving was like bones shifting.
Crackling sounds.
The old case files were pushed to the very back.
The empty space in front.
New spaces are starting to appear.
The number is engraved above the space.
The numbers range from one to one hundred and eight.
Chen Fan looked at the blank spaces.
"The series of overturned verdicts consists of 108 individuals."
"There is only the seventh node now."
"Where did the other nodes go?"
Si Mo turned to a new page in the booklet.
"Not generated yet."
"Wait."
Outside the tower gate.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard.
It's not just the footsteps of one or two people.
It is a piece.
The passageway outside the tower gate was originally empty.
just now.
There were at least thirty groups of people crammed there.
Each group of people was holding a case file.
The case file was stamped with the seal of an application to overturn the verdict.
The group at the very front.
The leader was a man dressed in a short black cloth jacket.
He has a scar on his face.
Draw from the brow bone to the chin.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"We have submitted our application."
He pushed the case file forward.
A white glove reached out to block.
"queue."
He raised his head, dressed in a short black robe.
He saw that the number of people in the corridor was still increasing.
It wasn't just his group of thirty-odd people.
At the end of the corridor.
More people are heading this way.
In everyone's hands.
Both have filed appeals for retrial.
The line stretched out from the tower entrance.
The queue is getting longer and longer.
It turned a corner.
It extends into the lower passageway.
Chen Fan stood inside the tower.
Look at that line.
A red mark on the palm.
It was completely taken back.
"They're here."
Si Mo closed the booklet.
"What's coming?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
The gray light at the top of the tower began to vibrate.
The vibration was transmitted to the tower wall.
It was transmitted to the ground.
It was sent to the appeals pool.
Ripples spread across the surface of the pool.
The ripple pattern is incorrect.
It doesn't expand outwards from the center.
It gathers from the edge to the center.
It looks like there's something there.
You need to crawl out from the bottom of the pool.
In the crack.
The chief editor's voice squeezed in again.
this time.
The voice is no longer cold.
The sound is burning.
"legitimate."
"This does not mean that its existence is permitted."
The pen in his hand.
The pen tip pierced through the stone table.
The entire pen.
Only the tail is visible.
"The Seventh Tower".
"Serial number temporarily accepted."
"But you people."
"They can't stay."
He unfolded another piece of paper.
The ruling is not on paper.
It's an execution order.
The ink is red.
It's not black.
"The programming war is over."
"Starting now."
"Purge War"
The red lettering on the paper began to bleed outwards.
The light is not red.
It is black.
Black light crept out from the paper.
Climb over the stone table.
Climb over the cracks in the ground.
Climb into the seventh tower.
The ground at Chen Fan's feet.
It started to turn black.
Outside the tower.
The sky suddenly darkened.
It's not black.
Something is blocking the light.
A black ship.
They are larger than the twelve ships from last time.
The bottom of the ship is entirely equipped with recovery arrays.
The pattern of the array.
And the patterns of red characters on the official paper of the chief scribe.
The same.
The bow of a ship.
It no longer uses the words "recycling court".
It is "Cleansing Court".
three.
Five ships.
Nine ships.
More and more ships are being built.
Arranged in three rows.
Three ships per row.
Nine ships filled the sky above the tower.
It was completely covered up.
The array at the bottom of the ship.
They light up at the same time.
The light is black.
A beam of light shone down from the bottom of the ship.
Lock the top of the seventh tower.
Lock down the pool of cases to overturn verdicts.
Lock onto Chen Fan's position.
The booklet in Si Mo's hand.
The margins of the page started to turn black.
"Clean up the court."
"Nine ships."
Chen Fan raised his head.
The black light overhead.
It's pressing down.
Chapter 481 The Cleanup War Begins
The black light of nine ships pressed down.
Smoke began to rise from the stone slab at the top of the seventh tower.
The red mark on Chen Fan's hand went completely dark.
It's not fading.
It turns black.
It was as black as charcoal.
Si Mo stood beside him, the pages of the booklet already rolled up.
"Outer layer removal".
"Leave no survivors."
His voice was very low.
"I can only give you the loophole in the edge coordinates."
"The others."
"Don't touch it."
Chen Fan nodded.
He turned around.
Everyone inside the tower was watching him.
Sun Wukong leaned against the pool of reversal, his golden cudgel resting on his knees.
The Bull Demon King stood at the entrance of the tower, his hands resting on the door frame.
Tang Sanzang sat on the other side of the pool, holding the scroll of judgment paper in his hand.
Chen Fan raised his right hand.
A crack appeared in the dark mark on his palm.
A gray light shone through the crack.
The light shone on the top of the tower.
A picture appeared at the top of the tower.
Global map of the Seventh Tower.
The tower body.
The pool for overturning verdicts.
The outer twelve-layer defense line.
Each floor is marked with a red dot.
The red dots are densely packed.
It is a warship belonging to the Recycling Court.
It is an array for clearing the court.
Chen Fan's voice came from the gray light.
"I am the newly appointed head of the seventh node."
"The entire domain".
"At your command!"
Gray light vibrates.
The red dot on the map begins to move.
The outermost layer.
Three recovery ships broke away from the formation.
The bow of the ship is aimed at the eastern defensive line of the seventh tower.
The magic circle on the bottom of the ship lit up.
The black light condensed into a pillar.
The pillar crashed down.
It crashed into the first line of defense.
The gray light on the defensive line was torn apart like paper.
Debris flew everywhere.
The fragments haven't hit the ground yet.
The second wave of celestial light arrived.
The second line of defense.
The third layer.
Fourth floor.
Three ships.
A volley of shots.
Break through four layers in a row.
Inside the tower.
Chen Fan pointed to the east side of the map.
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"The periphery."
"beat."
He had barely finished speaking.
The mountain on the east side of the seventh tower suddenly cracked open.
Hundreds and thousands of vines stretched out from the crack.
The vines are covered with barbs.
The barbs embedded themselves in the hull of the warship.
The vines tightened.
The ship's hull emitted a piercing creaking sound.
The hull of the foremost ship.
A piece was forcibly torn off.
The fragments fell down.
It crashed onto the mountainside.
It stirred up a large cloud of dust.
The warship was pulled upwards.
The vines climbed upwards along the bottom of the ship.
It rushed halfway there.
The magic circle on the side of the second ship lit up.
A black light swept across.
The vines were cut in half.
Green sap oozed from the broken surface.
The sap dripped onto the mountainside.
White smoke rose from the rocks.
"It is a magical weapon of the heavenly soldiers."
Sun Wukong stood up.
The golden cudgel struck the ground.
"I'll go, Old Sun."
Chen Fan glanced at him.
"Outside the formation."
"Do not enter the main battlefield."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"I know."
"Play the perimeter."
"Cut off their escape route."
He picked up the golden cudgel.
Walk towards the tower entrance.
The Bull Demon King stepped aside, moving half a body length.
"I'll go guard the rear."
"The main gate of the Seventh Tower".
"Not a single one can be let in."
When he spoke.
Both hands had been removed from the door frame.
Clenching his fists.
The joints were cracking.
Tang Sanzang stood up.
He folded the ruling paper neatly.
Tuck it into your sleeve.
"I'll guard the pool of reversals."
"An old case."
"We won't let them take a single one."
Chen Fan nodded.
The three people walked out of the tower.
The tower gate closed.
Only Chen Fan and Si Mo remained by the overturning pool.
Si Mo opened the booklet in his hand.
Turn to the last page.
Half of the footer was charred.
There was a line of text written on it.
"Outer perimeter clearing operation".
"Phase One"
"Recovery Court Twelve Ships"
"Clear the Ting Jiu ship."
"A total of twenty-one."
Chen Fan stared at the line of text.
"Where is the vulnerability?"
Si Mo ran his finger across the page.
The writing is cracked.
A new layer of characters was revealed underneath.
"The edge of the Eighth Tower."
"Coordinates seven to nine."
"Clear the right flank of the court formation."
"There are communication frequencies of three ships."
"Disconnected from the main array."
"gap."
"Every 45 minutes."
"every time."
"No more than nine breaths."
Chen Fan noted down the coordinates.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the tower wall.
Gray light seeped from his palm.
Climb up the tower wall.
Climb to the top of the tower.
The gray light exploded.
It was fried into hundreds or thousands of lines.
Each line connects to the outer defense line.
Every line is vibrating.
The vibrations were transmitted back into the tower.
Chen Fan could sense it.
The breaching of every layer of defense.
Each impact of the black light.
Each time a fragment lands.
He closed his eyes.
A global map unfolded in his mind.
It's not the previous static image.
It is alive.
The trajectory of each warship.
The direction of each beam of light.
The speed at which each line of defense collapsed.
They're all connected.
To form a network.
He was at the center of the net.
The black mark on my hand started to feel hot.
It's not the kind of burning sensation you get when you're being attacked.
It is proactive.
He was the one pushing it out.
Gray light shone from the top of the tower.
It penetrated the outer defensive line.
The cracks in the defense line were filled in.
It's not a repair.
It's reinforcement.
Old cases drawn from the overturned case pool.
Old testimony.
Old authority.
These are things that should have been removed.
It has now become the walls of the Seventh Tower.
Outside the tower.
The black light crashed down.
It crashed into the newly built wall.
The wall did not break.
The shadow on the wall moved.
Those figures are from an old case.
plaintiff.
defendant.
witness.
They came out of the wall.
Meet the black light.
The black light pierced through them.
They vanished.
At the same time, it dissipates.
The black light shattered as well.
The wall is still there.
The first salvo.
The seventh tower held up.
Inside the tower.
Chen Fan opened his eyes.
He stared at a point on the global map.
The edge of the eighth tower.
Coordinates 7 to 9.
Three ships from the Clear Court.
Position is being adjusted.
Their bows.
Turning towards the seventh tower.
Chen Fan's finger pressed on the coordinates.
"Bait".
"The Seventh Tower".
"front."
When he spoke.
The black marks on my hand began to spread.
It spreads from the palm to the wrist.
It spreads from the forearm to the elbow.
My entire right arm was burning hot.
Gray light surged from his arm.
They surged into the tower walls.
The gray light on the tower wall.
It suddenly became blinding.
Like a lamp.
Light it up in the darkness.
on purpose.
Let all the enemies see it.
Outside the tower.
All 21 ships adjusted their course simultaneously.
The bow of the ship is aligned with the top of the seventh tower.
Aim at that light.
Chen Fan stood in the light.
He raised his head.
The black light overhead pressed down another half inch.
He smiled.
"Come."
"Focus on me."
"Right wing."
"It's empty."
He had barely finished speaking.
Inside the mountain on the east side.
Sun Wukong's somersault cloud shot out.
Three hundred monkey soldiers stood on the clouds.
Each monkey soldier held a vine in its hand.
The other end of the vine.
It connects to the depths of the mountain.
Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel.
Pointing to the edge of the eighth tower.
"Cut off their communications."
"Three-quarters of an hour."
"Nine breaths."
"That's enough."
The somersault cloud transformed into a golden light.
Interpolation coordinates seven.
The outer perimeter of the black light array.
The chief writer's projection stands in the clouds.
The pen in his hand.
Suspended in mid-air.
Point the pen tip at the top of the seventh tower.
Targeting Chen Fan.
He was about to give the order.
A full-force attack.
In the void behind him.
It has a very faint outline.
It's not a projection.
These are coordinates.
That is where his true form resides.
Chen Fan's gaze.
Cross the global map.
Passing through the black light.
Passing through the chief writer's projection.
It landed on that outline.
He remembered it.