Establish the Shadows, Master the Divine Secrets

The Realm Blood War, month six.

The flames of war had completely shredded the original order of this province.

Countless sects were annihilated, and countless prodigies fell.

Yet, on this chaotic meat-grinder of a battlefield, a mysterious organization known as the Net spread silently like an ineradicable fungus into every corner of both the orthodox and demonic factions.

Deep underground in the demonic cultivators' main camp lay a hidden subterranean palace.

This was the core hub of the Net.

There were no windows, only dozens of luminous pearls emitting a cold light.

In the center of the palace sat a massive black stone table.

Its surface was densely covered with jade slips, maps, and intelligence files.

Three high-level demonic cultivators, controlled by Life and Death Talismans, sat at the table, sweating profusely as they processed the intelligence flying in like snowflakes from the front lines.

They were the Net's analytical hub.

Shen Fei, wearing his signature black trench coat and a mask, stood at the head of the stone table.

He looked at the three cultivators.

Their efficiency was too low.

Although upper-realm cultivators possessed powerful divine sense, their method of processing intelligence remained stuck in the most primitive stages of manual reading and judgment by experience.

Faced with tens of thousands of pieces of fragmented information daily during wartime, this method was completely incapable of making real-time strategic predictions.

Lord.

One of the cultivators wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed a jade slip to Shen Fei with both hands.

This is the latest troop movement of the Orthodox Alliance on the western front. But the information is too cluttered; we cannot determine their true primary attack direction.

Shen Fei took the jade slip.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he found it filled with trivial logistical supply data, casualty reports of low-level cultivators, and the travel logs of a few orthodox elders.

If one were to manually analyze these seemingly unrelated pieces of data, it would take at least three days.

And on the battlefield, opportunities were fleeting.

Shen Fei tossed the jade slip back onto the table.

He didn't blame the three cultivators. This was the limitation of their era.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, he opened the system interface.

[Cross-Realm Communication Channel Connected.]

[Signal Source: Earth (Mortal Realm).]

[Connection Status: Stable.]

Qingxue.

Shen Fei chanted silently in his heart.

Far away in the Mortal Realm, deep underground in the Shen Group's quantum computer center in the capital.

Su Qingxue, dressed in a sharp business suit, stood before a massive electronic screen.

A hint of exhaustion flashed in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by absolute focus.

Over the past six months, she, along with Lin Ruobing and Ye Qingyu, had mobilized almost all of the Shen family's financial and scientific research power.

Combining Ye Qingyu's light-element origin perception and the cross-realm sacrificial formation provided by the system, they had finally established a data link capable of stable data transmission.

Young Master, I am here.

Su Qingxue's voice transmitted clearly into Shen Fei's mind through the system's encrypted channel.

How is the intelligence analysis framework for the upper realm coming along? Shen Fei asked.

It has been completed.

Su Qingxue's voice was calm and professional.

We utilized Earth's top-tier algorithmic models, combined with the upper realm's laws and the rules of fortune flow you sent back earlier, to build a Heavenly Secret Calculation System.

As long as you input those fragmented pieces of intelligence data into the system, we can output the most precise strategic predictions for you within ten seconds.

The modern data analysis logic of an Earth financial conglomerate.

A dimensional strike against the upper realm's cultivation intelligence system.

This was Shen Fei's greatest trump card.

He was not fighting alone. Behind him stood an entire planet, completely under his control, boasting the pinnacle of industrial and information civilization.

Very good.

Shen Fei replied in his mind.

He opened his eyes.

And swept the mountain of jade slips on the table into his system inventory.

System, initiate data conversion. Upload the contents of the jade slips to the cross-realm channel.

[Ding! Uploading data...]

[Upload complete.]

The Mortal Realm.

Su Qingxue watched the data streams frantically jumping across the screen.

Initiate Heavenly Secret Calculation.

The massive quantum computer cluster let out a low hum.

Ten seconds later.

A clear tactical deduction map appeared on the screen.

Young Master, the results are out.

Su Qingxue's voice rang in Shen Fei's mind.

The Orthodox Alliance's troop movement on the western front is a feint. Their true objective is to use the cover of the logistical supply lines to secretly transfer three Soul Formation stage elders to Soul-Severing Valley on the southern front.

They plan to launch a decapitation strike against the demonic cultivators' rear camp from there.

Estimated time of operation: Tomorrow night at midnight.

Upon hearing this, a cold, ruthless smile tugged at the corners of Shen Fei's mouth.

This was the terrifying aspect of a dimensional strike.

The Orthodox Alliance's top-secret plan, which they thought was flawless, was laid bare under the analysis of modern data models, like someone standing naked under a spotlight.

There were no secrets to speak of.

Shen Fei cut off the cross-realm communication.

He looked at the three demonic cultivator analysts in front of him, who were still racking their brains.

No need to guess.

Shen Fei's voice was hoarse and authoritative.

The orthodox faction's primary attack direction is Soul-Severing Valley on the southern front. Tomorrow night at midnight.

The three demonic cultivators jerked their heads up, their faces filled with shock.

The intelligence they had spent all day trying to make sense of without success, their Lord had drawn a conclusion from with just a single glance?

Lord... is this intelligence accurate? one of the demonic cultivators asked cautiously.

Pass this information to Hanya immediately.

Shen Fei did not explain.

Have him lay down an inescapable net in Soul-Severing Valley in advance. I want those three Soul Formation stage orthodox elders to never return.

Yes!

The demonic cultivator didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately took his orders and left.

...

The following night.

Southern front, Soul-Severing Valley.

Three Soul Formation stage orthodox elders, leading five hundred elites, silently infiltrated the valley.

They thought they were moving completely unnoticed.

However.

The moment they ventured deep into the bottom of the valley...

Rumble!

Countless scarlet formation patterns suddenly lit up on the surrounding cliffs.

The demonic cultivators in ambush surged out from all directions like a tidal wave.

Hanya stood atop the cliff, wielding a white bone scythe, and burst into maniacal laughter.

You hypocrites of the orthodox path! This Holy Son has been waiting for you for a long time!

The slaughter erupted in an instant.

It was a suspense-free, one-sided massacre.

The Orthodox Alliance's decapitation strike had turned into a suicide mission.

The three Soul Formation stage elders fought desperately to break out. In the end, only one escaped with heavy injuries, while the other two were slain on the spot by Hanya. The five hundred elites were completely wiped out.

The news made its way back to the orthodox headquarters.

The higher-ups were thoroughly shaken.

There is a mole! There is absolutely a mole!

How could the demonic cultivators know our top-secret plan so clearly in advance?!

The Orthodox Alliance plunged into extreme panic and mutual suspicion.

Meanwhile, in the demonic cultivators' camp.

Hanya looked at the two heads of the Soul Formation stage elders in his hands, trembling all over with excitement.

He immediately rushed to the subterranean palace.

Facing Shen Fei, who sat at the head of the table, he bowed deeply.

The Demon Venerable's calculations are divine! Hanya is completely convinced!

Hanya's feelings toward Shen Fei were no longer just awe, but absolute, fanatical worship.

With the intelligence from the Net.

His status within the demonic cultivator faction had skyrocketed, and he even faintly showed signs of suppressing the other demonic Holy Sons.

Shen Fei sat on the stone chair.

He looked at Hanya.

"This is only the beginning."

Shen Fei tossed out a jade slip.

"This is the deployment map for the Righteous Alliance's eastern defense line. Tomorrow, lead your men and tear it wide open."

"Yes!" Hanya accepted it as if it were a priceless treasure and respectfully withdrew.

Silence returned to the underground palace once more.

Shen Fei stood up.

He took off his mask and changed into the moon-white battle robe of the Lingxiao Pavilion.

The framework of his intelligence web was now completely formed.

With data analysis from the mortal realm combined with intelligence gathered from the upper realm, he was now the true master of fate in this domain.

Both the righteous and demonic factions had become nothing more than marionettes in his hands.

"It is time to harvest."

Shen Fei walked out of the underground palace.

Outside, the sky was already tinged with the pale white of dawn.

A new day, a new slaughter.

His current identity was Chu Yuan, a hero of the Righteous Alliance.

He needed to return to the righteous faction's battlefield.

To fulfill his duty as the "Battlefield Sweeper."

To drain dry the righteous geniuses and demonic holy sons that he had personally sent to hell.

The meat grinder of war was already running at full speed.