Chapter Ninety-One: Unclear Vision

Of course, Ji Ning was not seeking death.

To return home without wealth is like walking at night in splendid robes—pointless and shameful.

Familiar beauties, dominion over the world, a heart devoted to the people—when these elements intertwine, even a psychic cultivator can derive immense psychological satisfaction. In fact, from any perspective, under such circumstances, even if not overwhelmingly pleased, one would not fly into a rage.

Nine times out of ten, one loses at gambling.

This was the tenth time!

It wasn’t really gambling per se, but rather that the scientific councilors had predicted an absolutely perfect opportunity to boost favorability, and since such a chance had arisen, Ji Ning naturally seized it without hesitation, perfectly fitting his bureaucratic persona.

Blue Yi could only say: “This is madness.”

They had frightened the children terribly.

They even organized a scientific group just to please themselves.

But it did no real harm. Since it was an action that eased tensions on both sides and did not cause substantive harm to their own interests, Blue Yi let them proceed.

There were three documents requiring Blue Yi’s signature.

They concerned whether to assist the Oceanic Civilization with the symbiotic liquid, whether to launch special military operations in the Far South, and the construction of national training sites for the next Artificial Divine Realm trial.

“Interesting,” Blue Yi smiled faintly.

None of these documents were trivial or mere formalities. Making Blue Yi a rubber stamp would be an act of pride and a boost to prestige. Other reincarnators understood clearly: since Blue Yi was chosen as the leader of the River Civilization, there was no room left to be an old softie in this new era. Only iron will and strength could grant the River Civilization the pioneering spirit it needed in both the Artificial Divine Realm and the main world.

“As leader, your authority is absolute. These matters rightly require your review,” Ji Ning timely remarked.

“Tell the Oceanic Civilization that they can discuss the symbiotic liquid again only after profound reflection,” Blue Yi said, eyes narrowing, and with a flash of lightning, the signature was done.

“Yes, sir.”

Commanding presence filled the room, swallowing vast distances with a single decree that determined the fate of the world.

Not only Li Wanzhou and Si Lingluo, but even the men were captivated by Blue Yi’s charisma at that moment. If Blue Yi were to seize his wife next, they would willingly offer themselves alongside her!

Si Lingluo’s gaze was a mixture of pain and relief as she watched the familiar junior scholar’s figure.

How much suffering had he endured to reach this point? She longed to embrace him...

“Supervisor Si, it’s time to serve the leader,” someone cautiously reminded the dazed Si Lingluo.

“Oh, yes!” Snapping back to reality, Si Lingluo hurried forward, nearly colliding with Blue Yi. As the group silently and tacitly gave them some space, she began utilizing her expertise to analyze and explain the massive dynamic models just presented.

“???” The only one not attuned to the unspoken harmony, Li Wanzhou, tiptoed closer, curious.

At the same moment, Blue Yi was multitasking.

While perfecting his core control model for practical application, he flipped through the recent world situation documents Ji Ning had slipped among the papers.

Blue Yi had spent five days in the northwest desert.

In those five days, the main world had undergone a multitude of drastic changes.

The most significant of all was the outbreak of a great plague.

Parasites, fungi, viruses, and curses that had fled from the Artificial Divine Realm into the main world faced virtually no natural predators before the psychic cultivator community had matured. It was as if they had entered paradise, growing wildly without restraint, eventually culminating in the great plague.

In the Americas, endless hordes of various zombies appeared. Among them, intelligent zombies called themselves the Awakened, signifying their consciousness.

Their DNA protein chains contained heavy nuclear elements, using irradiated regions from nuclear attacks as bases to spread the virus and wage guerrilla warfare, much to the annoyance of Ingley and the Pantheon.

The Far South was a chaotic mix of blood clans and hemophilic herpes.

Due to the extreme population density, these two plagues broke through medical defenses city after city, capturing vast numbers of humans as “seed capital.” The multinational coalition in the Far South was desperately seeking aid worldwide.

In India, fungi were the problem, but they believed coexistence was possible in the Ganges, creating a peaceful and serene world.

Parasites had not yet erupted but were suspected near Greenland. These entities, straddling the line between tangible and intangible, were exceptionally troublesome.

It was chaos so volatile that even a glance could set it off.

Reincarnator factions largely understood the plague’s devastation.

This was a composite natural disaster beyond human capacity to combat. To completely eradicate it, following the previous lifetime’s trajectory, the psychic cultivator community would need to universally attain at least third-level combat power and possess a leader capable of controlling reckless warriors before launching a thorough cleansing campaign.

By then, due to cultural or racial factors, the plagues would have successfully infiltrated human civilization to coexist.

Though labeled non-human species, they often considered themselves superior and more perfect than humans, constantly vying with psychic cultivators for dominance over human civilization’s narrative. This deeply complicated the main world’s ideological and cognitive landscape for quite some time.

The Star River side was relatively stable for now.

Reincarnators had prepared various protective measures in advance, and Blue Old Demon’s symbiotic liquid was exchanged as a friendly favor for disinfection and inspection at every port station. No uncontrollable plague hordes had yet overwhelmed Star River.

The symbiotic liquid was incredibly effective.

Powered by psychic energy as a catalyst, it generated reverse decomposition rays that effortlessly dismantled viruses and curses alike. Psychic cultivators could develop antibodies through its effects, making even the most elusive parasites impossible to escape death.

During this process, the symbiotic liquid did not deplete—only psychic energy was consumed.

However, the supply of symbiotic liquid was limited, barely enough for nationwide distribution. It was adequate for early warning and detection but scarce as a weapon of war.

Moreover, it could not save lives—once infection was severe, the only solution was total extermination.

The worsening situation in the Far South pressed Leader Blue Yi to make a decision swiftly. If left unchecked, the blood clans and hemophilic herpes maniacs would surely attempt to bite into the far larger population prize.

Much like the rebellious son of Dongyang in the Artificial Divine Realm’s 1909 era, the Far South, as part of the River Civilization’s cultural sphere, had separated from the benevolent father’s embrace due to historical reasons and external provocations, opportunistically trying to gain advantages from both sides.

They could not be indulged just because they begged.

They were killers.

Infected, uninfected, subclinical carriers, antibody bearers, and ghost clans—all together numbering tens or hundreds of millions. The ensuing slaughter would surely dye the seas and skies red.

If they rushed to slaughter them clean, these ingrates would soon raise a loud outcry, accusing Star River’s psychic cultivators of massacring on their own land, uniting to expel the executioners, branding them eternal enemies.

Then the blood clans would return with renewed fury.

This malignant tumor was even more repugnant than the indiscriminate cult leader of Dongyang.

At least that cult leader was already struck down by Blue Yi’s heavenly judgment.

Learning from the previous lifetime’s mistake of being overly eager and internationally minded, Star River’s reincarnators devised a Far South strategy pleasing to Blue Yi—rather than rushing to offer charity.

The strategy was simple.

Only after the plague completely shattered the Far South’s organizational defenses would special military operations begin to cleanse the region and reincorporate it into the River Civilization’s fold.

Blue Yi’s signature as leader signified his approval, and his psychic cultivators shared a consensus to advance and retreat together, abandoning ambiguity and confusion.

As for dealing with non-human species, Blue Old Demon was a true expert.

With him in command, the reincarnators could rest assured.

Multi-tasking, Blue Yi privately discussed the situation with Ji Ning using his lightning inscription technique before focusing all his energy on the nuclear explosion model.

As one who braved thunder and lightning firsthand, combining the data with his condition and sensory impressions, and his well-developed cerebral abilities, Blue Yi could vividly recall the nuances of his transformation amid million-degree heat, attempting to control the psychic feedback of nuclear flames, shockwaves, and particle streams from every dynamic data set.

Though Si Lingluo was a specialist, she was not a psychic cultivator, and her mind quickly fell behind Blue Yi’s pace. Halfway through her explanation, she stepped aside.

The scene became Blue Yi’s personal showcase before multiple computers.

He transformed the screens into a cylindrical structure.

Harnessing electromagnetic techniques for lightning-speed reaction and preset commands, he input over five hundred instructions simultaneously, initiating further refinement and evolution.

“Human nature awakening doesn’t seem very effective,” a square-jawed soldier bearing the Star Resistance on his shoulder asked Ji Ning with a questioning look.

“It works,” Ji Ning silently mouthed back.

If it didn’t work, Blue Old Demon would have long since expelled Li Wanzhou and Si Lingluo.

This was a good sign.

Yet Ji Ning couldn’t shake a growing unease.

Something was wrong—nine times out of ten, very wrong!

How had Blue Old Demon become so… normal? Could it be that channeling rage at his enemies and becoming a civilized leader had changed his nature? If his demands were truly so minimal, why hadn’t he accepted the pleas of the two great civilizations in the previous life and started shining bright?

There had to be a problem!

Ji Ning did not relax despite progress; instead, his heart grew heavier.

Up to now, they still did not understand why Blue Yi suddenly sought to annihilate the world. Without grasping this, the seemingly normal Blue Yi could at any moment repeat the previous life’s apocalypse—without warning, exploding in rage.

If Ji Ning could somewhat comprehend Blue Yi’s intentions at their initial encounter upon reincarnation, now he was utterly unable to read his thoughts.

This was truly…

A chilling and terrifying reality.