Chapter 44: God's Purity
Although the "Ora" slogans roared loud enough to shake the heavens, Mo Yu remained perfectly calm.
Divine interference was conducted via keyboard and mouse; once he started operating, Mo Yu instinctively treated it like a game. As a player who started with ancient MMOs like Stone Age and Shengda Legend, moving through single-player games to mobile games, his mindset had long been tempered. Regardless of the game, after the initial novelty of exploration faded, he became increasingly dispassionate, operating with a cold and indifferent efficiency.
Years ago, when playing the remastered version of JX3 with other authors, while they were busy flirting with their "in-game partners" and enjoying social content, Mo Yu stuck to his habit of playing a healer. He briefly chatted with his female mentor and casual female players in the flower-filled Wan-Hua sect, but soon immersed himself in the single-player daily grind—collecting materials and repeating dungeons to farm costume accessories—leaving his social contacts far behind.
To others, it was a massive online social dating app; to Mo Yu, women only interfered with his ability to optimize gear and output rotations, hindering his DPS and healing efficiency.
The meaning or joy in this? Mo Yu didn't know himself. The optimized gear and rotations were never truly needed, as he didn't like PvP or large-scale raiding. All the optimization eventually boiled down to meaningless paper stats that would never be tested.
As a player, Mo Yu was both pure and "egg-aching" (bored). He stood there, saw a mountain, and climbed it for no reason other than it being there. But once near the summit—reaching the T1 tier of a patch—he would often turn away out of boredom, never looking back. Years of drifting through game worlds had made this an ingrained habit.
Just like now. While claiming to have a "heart-to-heart" with Yhwach through fists, Mo Yu's mind wasn't on the sentiment at all. He was simply evaluating the actual combat DPS of this "Auto-Clicker Edition" Divine Fist, looking for flaws and ways to optimize.
The essence of the Divine Fist was the interference force of God's Omnipotence cast into the world. After adjusting the Auto-Clicker to 100 clicks per second, a change occurred. If a single punch previously had a damage value of 1, now every hit was a crude 1x100 combo within a single second. Coupled with the script recording function, this reinforced Divine Fist could unleash a hundred such barrages simultaneously at any time.
In terms of lethality, Mo Yu's Divine Fist had seen a ten-thousand-fold increase. For anyone else, growth followed logic: every bit of increase required equal consumption. Though technical optimization could reduce cost and enhance output, the underlying logic remained. But for Mo Yu, it was different. His Omnipotence did not obey such logic. If he needed it, he could achieve stronger combat power through higher click rates and faster script execution.
Everything gave Mo Yu the feeling that the only things limiting his power were his own imagination, his operational methods, and the hardware limits of this "Heavenly Computer."
Mo Yu wasn't in a hurry to jack up the click power further, because he had noticed a flaw in his tactics. No matter how many fists he threw, they were useless if they didn't land. Yhwach was no practice dummy; his Hirenkyaku was world-class. Once he moved, he wasn't limited to the ground—the sky was his playground. One frame he was there, the next he was gone.
If not for the perspective "tagged" onto Yhwach, Mo Yu wouldn't even be able to see where he went.
By this time, the other Quincies in the Wandenreich had noticed the battle in the throne room and rushed over. The first to arrive were the members of the Sternritter.
The Sternritter was a Quincy organization designed to rival the Gotei 13, composed of elite powerhouses. Upon witnessing the battlefield, they all frowned. Aside from Pernida Parnkgjas and Gerard Valkyrie—the manifestations of the Soul King's parts—the other Quincies had no idea what Yhwach was fighting against.
Seeing the Sternritter arrive, Mo Yu's interest was piqued.
The original author, Tite Kubo, had embedded many metaphors in Bleach. The Quincy clan—with their cross motifs, pentagrams, and history of displacement after near-extinction—made it obvious what they corresponded to in reality. Their ultimate failure due to extreme radicalism further illustrated Kubo's stance.
Mo Yu knew this, but he didn't care about the metaphors right now. This wasn't reality; it was a World Bubble. Regardless, as the Old Testament God, Mo Yu felt a certain "destined connection" with these Quincies. They were definitely worth a good beating!
"Since you're all here, let me test your Purity as well!"
Following the holy voice from the heavens came a sky-obscuring storm of invisible "Ora" punches. Caught off-guard, many Sternritters were blasted into the air, subjected to high-frequency pummeling at hundreds of hits per second, unable to touch the ground for a long time.
They resisted with all their might, but it was futile. Unless they reached the level of constructing a Domain, they couldn't counter the Divine Fist. However, Mo Yu was still unsatisfied; the base damage of the fists was a bit low. While he was bruising the Quincies, it would take a day and night of continuous beating to fully break through their instinctive Blut Vene defense.
Seeing the scene spiral out of control, Yhwach's expression soured. He exerted himself to expand his Reishi Space Domain to help the other Quincies resist the endless fists, shouting:
"Enough! Is this joke of an attack meant to mock the Quincy race!?"
"Oh, my friend, it seems my power has disappointed you. But fear not, my Purity is not limited to this. Once I burn some hot-blooded spirit, I'll show you a 'big one' so you can see how strong and powerful my Purity truly is..."
"Wait—"
Yhwach seemed to have more to say, but Mo Yu, determined not to let him down, had already decided to pull out a pre-conceived trump card.
Mo Yu had long realized that while his Divine Authority had interference power, it lacked "localization" methods, making combat inefficient. After creating the Purity system—a power-scale leaning toward "Idealism"—he focused his attention there, devising some ideas and running secret experiments.
The results were clear: he could use Purity-system powers through his Divine Authority. However, the output wasn't high, likely because Mo Yu wasn't a "Martial Artist" and lacked sufficient hot-blooded momentum. But that didn't matter; he quickly found a workaround. Now was the time to test its practical application.
He first turned off the execution theme BGM and had the infant angels open Bilibili. He found a compilation of "Epic Anime Scenes" and clicked play.
Mo Yu himself lacked hot-blooded spirit, but he could just borrow it from those who had plenty.
In the next instant, the entire Wandenreich echoed with high-octane BGM, accompanied by passionate lines:
"Who the hell do you think I—we—are?!" "Believe in you! Not in the me who believes in you. Not in the you who believes in me. Believe in the you who believes in yourself!" "My drill is the drill that will pierce the heavens!!!"
Yhwach was stunned. He didn't know why the holy voice suddenly changed into various other voices reciting bizarre lines. But as the BGM played, something strange happened.
The Reishi seemed infected by that hot-blooded will and emotion, frantically converging toward the sky!
"This drill will bore a hole in the universe. And that hole will be a path for those behind us. The dreams of those who have fallen! The hopes of those who will follow! Those two sets of dreams weave together into a double helix, drilling a path towards tomorrow! That's Tengen Toppa!!!"
Accompanying the roaring lines, boundless Reishi gathered in the sky. A massive mecha with blurred details but a rough humanoid shape slowly emerged. The robot raised its hands, which transformed into a gargantuan Reishi Drill!
Yhwach felt the "art style" of this thing was a bit subtle, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that his soul-probing eyes saw the Ultimate Hot-Bloodedness radiating from the machine. This spirit infected even Yhwach's cold heart; a sudden urge to throw away his Cross Sword, pick up a drill, and fight head-on welled up within him!
He quickly realized this urge was abnormal and categorized it as a form of mental attack!
The massive Reishi Mecha, driven by the intense BGM, swung its spiraling drill violently toward the Quincies, intending to perform a "chest-to-back" Tengen Toppa.
Yhwach threw out his arms, his cloak billowing as his Shadow Domain spread, attempting to transfer the Quincies inside. He activated Hirenkyaku to retreat, but as he moved, he realized something was wrong. The mecha's drill was approaching twice as fast.
The speed kept increasing. In a blink, it doubled again—then quadrupled!
"No... it's not that the machine is getting faster. I am getting slower!"
Yhwach saw through the truth immediately. And he was right. Mo Yu's mouse had moved to the playback bar and clicked "0.25x speed." First half speed, then quarter speed, all the way down!
This manipulation of time-flow touched the limits of Divine Authority. This "Slow Motion" had a range; while 0.5x could cover the entire Wandenreich map, 0.25x or 0.125x began to suffer from range decay. It was this decay that allowed Yhwach to spot the discrepancy.
A tsunami of shock hit Yhwach's heart. He had seen the rumors in the Seireitei about the Soul King's interference and dismissed them with contempt. Anyone could be mistaken, but not Yhwach, the Son of the King. Yet now, faced with these impossible phenomena, his conviction wavered.
This power to toy with local time... in this world, truly only the Soul King could do this.
With a single thought, Yhwach made a decision. He stepped out, intending to lead the Quincies out of the Wandenreich. But the moment he stepped out of the hall, his vision blurred. When he regained his senses, he was sitting back on his cold throne.
Exactly as he was at the very start!
However, the mecha remained independent of the time-reversal flow. The drill continued its unstoppable approach.
Yhwach was forced to take the drill right to the face!
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