Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 625 Shenghui Chamber of Commerce

Xingluo knew this move would completely paralyze the Shenghui Merchants' logistics network and sever the God of Light's supply of resources. He gazed at Huoyan, "Make sure every vehicle departs on time, within a quarter of an hour." Huoyan nodded solemnly, his eyes gleaming with determination. Meanwhile, the Moonfall Intelligence Department had quietly infiltrated the Merchants' inner circle, ready to deliver crucial intelligence. Everything was ready, waiting for nightfall for the operation to officially begin. The night was as dark as inky black. Xingluo stood atop the tower, his gaze piercing the darkness as he gazed towards the Merchants' port in the distance. The dwarven craftsmen, led by Huoyan, were frantically adjusting the fake trucks, ensuring each Unbalanced Crystal was precisely positioned. Lunar Fall's spies lurked in the shadows, ready to respond at any moment. As the seconds ticked by, Xingluo took a deep breath and silently said, "Tonight marks the beginning of the end of the God of Light's favor." He murmured softly, "—Time obeys only the God. But if the God is no longer here... then it obeys me." The ritual began, and the time array began to operate. Countless fragments of memories flashed before Xingluo's eyes: Pandora imprisoned in the family's secret realm for him, Mo drinking and crying with him in the dormitory, the dim morning light of Luo Seminary, and that day when he had sunk deep into the abyss, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at his best friend, Tiffany, who had betrayed him. Tonight, he would use these 360 ​​unbalanced crystals to completely sever the "blessings" of the God of Light.

Getting thirty counterfeit vehicles into the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce's core transport fleet was no easy feat. The Chamber's logistics system was the most rigorous on the continent, with each vehicle's emblem and cargo box seal imbued with unique magical fluctuations, effectively piercing any counterfeit.

However, the Flame Hammer's dwarven artisans were natural masters of imitation and counterfeiting. They used reverse engraving to recreate every pattern of the Guild's seal and simulated the emblem's magical fluctuations with the "illusion dust" provided by Starfall. Huoyan reported quietly, "All vehicles are disguised and ready for action." Starfall's eyes were cold, and he silently said to himself, "Tonight, the blessings of the God of Light will be reduced to ash." As the ripples of the time array intensified, Starfall gave his final command: "Move!" Thirty fake trucks quietly rolled out, blending into the night and heading straight for the Guild's port. Moonfall's spies followed closely behind, ensuring that everything went according to plan. Starfall stood atop the tower, awaiting the moment.

Under the Moonfall Intelligence Organization's arrangement, thirty fake vehicles were dispatched in batches to various transit towns, quietly connecting with the Chamber of Commerce's transport convoys and blending into the daily flow of goods. The fake vehicles blended seamlessly into the convoy, unnoticed. Aboard each vehicle, a Crystal of Unbalance lay hidden deep within the cargo compartment, awaiting activation. Stars descended from the tower, their gaze piercing each vehicle's trajectory. As night deepened, the Chamber of Commerce's port shone brightly, unaware of the looming crisis. The fluctuations of the Time Array intensified, foreshadowing the coming storm.

During this process, Xingluo never showed up in person once.

"The bigger the operation, the quieter I have to be," he told Mo. "Let them think it's just a routine transportation accident."

The early morning at the port is always bustling, with the metal claws of the magic crane grabbing boxes of cargo and the light of the teleportation array flickering in the storage area.

On this day, the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce conducted a routine magic inspection - all goods about to be put into the warehouse must undergo a unified magic scan to prevent illegal items from being mixed in.

When the light of the detection array touched the cargo boxes of the fake vehicles, the Crystal of Imbalance instantly began to absorb the surrounding magic power like an awakened beast.

next moment--

boom! ! !

The first imbalance crystal expanded and exploded, triggering a chain reaction among the remaining crystals. Thirty trucks turned into blazing white fireballs almost simultaneously.

Amidst the flames, the air trembled as if ripped apart. The runes of the teleportation array twisted and crumbled under the intense energy shockwaves. The core of the energy storage tower erupted with a blinding blue-white light before collapsing with a bang. The entire port was plunged into chaos, a tangle of flames and smoke. The Holy Light Chamber of Commerce's defenses proved powerless against the sudden catastrophe. The explosion of the Crystal of Unbalance destroyed not only the cargo but also the surrounding storage facilities. Xingluo, observing all this from a high tower, nodded silently, "The plan succeeded." As the port's alarms blared, Moonfall's spies swiftly withdrew, leaving no trace. The Chamber of Commerce's top brass watched in horror as their meticulous defenses crumbled overnight. Amidst the blazing embers, Xingluo's stern face shone in the flames, knowing full well that this storm was only the beginning. The Chamber of Commerce's elites responded in panic, but their despair was unconcealed. In the distance, Moonfall's spies quietly disappeared into the night, returning with news of their victory. Xingluo took a deep breath and looked into the distance. A new plan had quietly sprouted in his mind.

The entire port was plunged into blazing daylight, and then engulfed by huge waves and black smoke.

When the echo of the last explosion faded, all that remained of the port was charred ruins and twisted metal wreckage.

The port's magic monitoring tower was completely destroyed, the warehouses reduced to ash, and even the patrolling Chamber of Commerce airships were overturned by the shockwave. Hundreds of tons of cargo were buried under the rubble, and rare tributes waiting to be sent to the Sanctuary were destroyed.

The next morning, the sea breeze blew across the scorched earth, and a black wooden sign was erected in the center of the ruins.

The words on the card were carved with a fine gold chisel, the strokes elegant yet sharp:

"So that you don't have to help the God of Light collect tribute again."

——Your beloved God of Light

This sign was like a nail, nailing the shame of the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce into the history. As the sea breeze blew, the words on the wooden sign gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The top executives of the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce were almost crazy at the emergency meeting held in the Holy Land.

"This is a declaration of war!" someone roared, "We must let the entire continent know the consequences of provoking the Chamber of Commerce!"

However, reality is colder than anger.

The loss of 70% of their logistics capacity meant they couldn't deliver tribute to the Cang Qiong Sanctuary on time, directly triggering a delay in the Sanctuary's grace. The holy light protecting their fleet weakened, the protective arrays surrounding their warehouses vanished, and some trade routes reliant on divine blessings were overrun by pirates and monster hordes within days. The Chamber of Commerce's reputation plummeted, and panic gripped the nation. Xingluo watched with a cold eye, knowing that this storm would trigger a chain reaction: the Sanctuary's wrath and the Chamber of Commerce's decline were only the beginning. Undercurrents surged, new forces quietly emerged, and the gears of history turned silently. The Chamber of Commerce's leaders desperately tried to salvage the situation, but each step seemed futile. Xingluo, in the shadows, prepared for the impending power vacuum. The Sanctuary's messengers arrived, bearing divine punishment, and the Chamber of Commerce's fate was sealed. Xingluo's lips curled slightly, knowing that the real game had just begun.

Chamber of Commerce branches across the country were in a state of panic, with some severing ties with headquarters and declaring a "temporary halt to tribute shipments" to avoid becoming the next explosion site. Branches formed their own factions, disrupting trade routes and fueling the fury of the Holy Land. Xingluo secretly liaised with various factions, orchestrating a far-reaching plan. Atop the ruins, the seeds of a new order were quietly sprouting, the balance of power slowly shifting. Chamber of Commerce leaders struggled in despair, powerless to reverse the tide of history, which had already thrust them into the abyss. Xingluo stood at the edge of the ruins, his gaze piercing, his heart churning with undercurrents. He knew this storm would not only destroy the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce but also usher in the rise of a new power. From the shadows, secret letters from allies flew in like snowflakes, each word foreshadowing the impending reshuffle of power. Xingluo's lips curled slightly as he clutched a map, quietly outlining new routes and spheres of influence. The wheel of history rolled forward, and he would be the one to steer it.

The public reaction was even more direct. Commoners, once fearful of the Shenghui Chamber of Commerce, began to whisper the words on the sign. They carved the same phrase onto rough wooden slabs and hung them on their doorsteps, like a new kind of incantation. The words on the sign became a symbol of resistance, stirring discussion in the streets. The Chamber's prestige crumbled like thin ice, and the people's reverence gradually gave way to mockery and disdain. Xingluo, perceptive and aware of the popular sentiment, knew the key to his strategy. Undercurrents converged, and the dawn of a new order quietly blossomed amidst the whispers of the people. The words on the sign were like a spark, igniting long-suppressed public resentment. In the streets, whispers grew into a torrent, and the Chamber of Commerce's former glory vanished. Xingluo watched the unfolding events, chuckling to himself. This storm was the very chessboard he had meticulously orchestrated. The people's awakening would become the cornerstone of a new order. A turning point in history had quietly arrived.