The three women had no time to hesitate.
Their team synergy allowed their bodies to react instinctively the moment Lin Qingyue issued her command.
The White Tiger pursued absolute perfection.
The Law Models he had discarded for possessing a "one-in-a-million flaw" were still flawless, god-tier theories to mortals!
How was this a disaster?
This was clearly a monumental opportunity falling from the sky, landing right in their laps!
The three women hesitated no longer and immediately sat down where they were, following Lin Qingyue's example.
Withstanding the immense pressure, they cautiously tried to touch, comprehend, and absorb the "Law Scraps" leaking from the Main Hall.
At first, the violent energy fragments rushed into their bodies, threatening to rupture their meridians and making their very souls tremble.
But soon, they discovered the profound truth within.
Lin Xiyue captured a wisp of a Law Fragment regarding "Defense."
It explained with absolute clarity how to construct the most stable force field structure using the smallest amount of power.
The [Golden Parry] she had previously been corrected on by the White Tiger had its underlying logic forcibly dissected, broken apart, and poured directly into her mind.
Su Wan, meanwhile, intercepted a Law Fragment concerning "Elemental Structure."
She finally understood why the White Tiger had berated her spell models for being all flash and no substance.
True perfection meant unleashing the most terrifying power within the simplest structure.
The Magic Power within her body began to spontaneously reorganize and compress itself according to that brand-new logical model.
Xia Lian's harvest was the most peculiar of all.
She had accessed a discarded algorithm regarding "Space and Center of Gravity."
The "Zero-Dead-Angle Bow-Fighting Stride" she had always struggled with suddenly had its core essence laid bare.
The surrounding space was no longer a void, but had transformed into a precision chessboard covered in coordinates and Force Field Lines.
Her body seemed to have been granted entirely new permissions. Every point where she landed, every shift in her center of gravity, became absolutely flawless.
Within the courtyard, the violent logical storm continued to rage.
Yet the four people at its center were not only unharmed but felt as if they were soaking in a pool of scalding-hot experience hot springs.
The aura of each person was ascending and transforming at a visible rate.
Their Class comprehension and Skill compatibility were all skyrocketing.
This could be called the most hardcore, most efficient, and most outrageous ultimate free-ride in Dungeon history!
Ordinary Professionals, let alone absorbing it, would have their minds directly formatted if they were stained by even a tiny bit of this high-dimensional discarded Law.
But Lin Qingyue's team had just been personally "disciplined" by the White Tiger today, and a faint trace of Metal Qi still remained in their bodies as an identification key.
They had forcibly turned this disaster-level collapse of the world's underlying foundation into a gluttonous feast of skyrocketing experience.
In the direction of the Main Hall, the White Tiger's roar continued, growing even more shrill.
"Why! Why would this card combination trigger an infinite combo loop? This is like stepping on one's own left foot with the right foot to fly into the sky! It violates the Law of Conservation of Energy! Delete it all for this God!"
With this roar, the concentration of Metal Qi inside the Temple surged once again.
The sky full of golden Runes had already condensed into a materialized liquid stream of light.
The light pierced through the gray haze that had long shrouded the canyon, illuminating the night sky for hundreds of miles around as bright as day.
Lin Qingyue swallowed the sweet, metallic taste of blood rising in her throat.
This meal was indeed a bit too hot to swallow.
But looking at the wildly jumping Skill Proficiency and the slightly growing Law Authority on the panel, this wave was a massive profit!
The self-depletion of the God caused by the pursuit of perfection had instead become their ladder to heaven for breaking their own limits.
"Suck! Suck it all in!"
Lin Qingyue increased the output of her Authority.
"As long as this Big Cat hasn't finished making the game, we'll keep free-riding forever!"
The White Tiger Temple had completely changed its appearance by now.
It was no longer a cold, hard, and murderous palace, but had transformed into a supercomputer with ultra-high power undergoing extreme performance testing.
The direction of the Main Hall was the Core area where system resources were being completely drained.
The overflowing Metal Qi had turned into rolling heatwaves discharged by the cooling system.
What flew all over the sky were no longer simple energy particles, but exquisitely structured Law Runes shimmering with pale golden light.
They sometimes converged into complex function formulas, and sometimes diverged into the most basic 0s and 1s.
The entire sky above the Temple was covered by a golden canopy composed of countless Law lines, with data streams inside it surging endlessly, just like a sea of numbers.
The White Tiger Celestial God was using the entire Temple as a medium, employing the World Law as a programming language to conduct an unprecedented, and possibly never-to-be-repeated, "Game of God" development.
The disturbances caused by this high-intensity rule oscillation were simply too great.
The resulting Law ripples instantly crossed the barriers of space, alarming several other ancient and powerful wills on this land.
The first to react was the True East.
A green data stream, brimming with vitality yet tinged with a cold arrogance, sliced into the golden Magic Circle on the outskirts of the White Tiger Temple like a sharp scalpel.
A clear, cold, and somewhat arrogant female voice rang out above the Temple, her tone filled with the displeasure of having her peaceful slumber disturbed.
"Phainon, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Your crude and utterly lacking energy fluctuations have interfered with my inspiration! I was halfway through sketching the outline for my new book, and you've completely disrupted my train of thought!"
Before her words had even faded, the green data stream rapidly expanded, sketching a blurred humanoid phantom in mid-air.
It was a green-haired woman wearing a green long robe, her long hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, her aura detached and aloof.
Her brow and eyes exuded a scholarly aura that said, "Don't bother me, I'm thinking." This was the Celestial God: Azure Dragon in her professional mode.
Before the Azure Dragon's phantom had even stabilized, the southern sky was suddenly torn asunder by a blinding crimson light.
Amidst the flames, a tall and heroic red-haired big sister in a fiery red palace robe strode out.
Her fiery red hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her entire being radiated a furious aura of "I am extremely pissed off."
In one hand, she carried an exquisite purple clay teapot, and her other hand was akimbo, her chest heaving violently.
Finding the Azure Dragon's "intrusion" method too sluggish, she wasted no words, raised her long leg clad in a fire-cloud boot, and kicked the edge of the already precarious golden Magic Circle with all her might!
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the entire Magic Circle shook violently three times, its golden light flickering wildly.
"So damn noisy! So damn noisy! So damn noisy!"
The red-haired big sister stood with her hands on her hips, her willow-shaped brows raised in fury, as she roared with full-throated power, "I just brewed a pot of top-grade 'Mind-Calming Spirit-Concentrating Tea,' and before I could even steady the cup, you knocked it over with this damn commotion!"
"Phainon! I'm going to count to three. If you dare keep messing around, believe me or not, I'll charge in and sand down every single one of those claw marks in your hall!"
This furious appearance, like a retired old cadre whose nap had been disturbed by square-dancing aunties, was precisely the Celestial God: Vermilion Bird, who had completely let loose and entered her retirement state.
Although the two Celestial Gods' words were full of gunpowder, they still carried their respective strong "Pride" and "Wrath" persona styles.
But that soul-eroding malice had long since vanished.
They were more like ordinary residents driven mad by the noise of their neighbor's renovations, knocking on the wall in protest after losing all patience.