Chapter 917: Chapter 336: Black Box, Jiazi Expelling Demons Record

Inside the Scorching Sun Headquarters, the General Director stands in front of a window in a control room, outside which rows of cabinets are neatly aligned within the vast space.

This is the supercomputer room of the Scorching Sun Department, or rather, a part of it.

Wen Yan may rage, may lose his mind, anyone in the Scorching Sun Department can, but he, the General Director, cannot.

He has stood here for a long time, today for an hour, not dealing with documents.

After an hour, he reaches out and presses his hand on a screen, his palm print first being recognized, and the specialized equipment continues to identify his breath, DNA, voice print, iris, brain waves, Soul Fluctuation, and a series of other information.

Finally, after confirming the password and the paper documents with handwritten signature and seal, ensuring there are no issues, the seemingly seamless metal apparatus opens up.

Below are floating some star-lit things, which coalesce at the instant of being observed by the General Director, transforming into a gray-black box, looking very peculiar, as though it cannot be opened, yet can be opened on all six sides.

The General Director looks at the phantom black box in front of him and nods slightly.

"It seems you’ve learned quite well, so what have you learned this time?"

The black box phantom shifts, forming a line of words.

"I cannot understand the flames on him, nor comprehend why the related indices exceed the normal range by 488 to 893 times; the database does not contain enough information."

"No rush to understand, it’s a gradual process. When you come to understand, you’ll have completed your learning. Besides these, what else have you learned?"

"Restraint is a form of power."

The General Director, somewhat gratified, nods.

"Although I feel that restraint is a quality—an essential quality to become better and stronger—but you now understand it as power, which is not too far off."

"A slight misstep can lead to a grave error. A small deviation can result in greater deviation later on. Please teach me."

"This is something you’ll have to learn and comprehend yourself. Work well with him."

The General Director does not explain further; he originally intended to slightly alter some permission settings of the black box, but before doing so, personally checked it, but after seeing it, he felt there was no need.

He let the black box accompany Wen Yan, assisting him in tasks. Initially, it was just a flash of insight, and he felt it was very fitting.

Now the black box’s understanding that restraint is a form of power has already far exceeded expectations.

When first discovering the prototype of the black box, the General Director actually couldn’t decisively decide whether to keep it or not.

In the end, it was kept, because he knew that with Spiritual Qi Resurgence, after eliminating this one, another would arise in the future.

And the next one might not have the chance to be guided.

Now this one can be guided, so it’s best to guide it, preventing it from straying.

The General Director closed the device and finally set a single-event permission for the upcoming tasks.

He had communicated with the Old Celestial Master, and also found similar things in ancient books, basically confirming that this Great Demon had appeared before.

Unfortunately, this fellow is extremely rampant when need be and when low-key, he can stay quiet for hundreds of years without showing himself.

After disappearing that one time, there wasn’t any movement for hundreds of years, until he showed slight activity this time.

Therefore, anyone capable of making the Great Demon retreat and hide for hundreds of years won’t take action, and they will pretend not to know such a thing exists.

At least until the last possible moment, they won’t do anything.

Given that the other party can possess, those who know inside the Scorching Sun Department should not be many, and those who do know must be prepared.

But the General Director can raise the permissions of the black box concerning this matter, allowing it to fully cooperate with Wen Yan.

And for tasks requiring ordinary members’ cooperation, the executors don’t truly need to know the core content; they only need to do their part well.

Elsewhere, in the Western Xiao Xiang County, on a clear, rainless morning, Wen Yan, alone carrying a coffin with gray cloth wrapped around two machetes, opens the way, leading the villagers from the village to the place where the gateway is located.

The experienced ones from the village had already observed in advance that the slope’s geology is stable, and there has been no landslide, with smooth drainage and better light exposure.

They didn’t invite anyone to look at the feng shui, nor did Wen Yan. He still chose a burial site per the old man’s wishes.

The sunlight is great here, and the vision is great too. Not much digging reveals the mountain’s interior stone structure, very stable.

Everything else follows the village’s customs. The burial started past 11 a.m., which was the old man’s favorite time.

Apart from summer, this period is the most pleasant mountain time, and the old man loved sunbathing from 10 to 11 a.m., which is when the villagers finish their morning meal.

Older generations are used to eating at around nine in the morning and then at four or five in the afternoon, having two meals a day.

Wen Yan silently follows the procedure, until noon, standing before the grave. When he looks back, this spot allows a great view of the flat ground below the valley.

He finishes worshipping the old man, silently muttering.