Su Zhan conveyed the most critical information succinctly to the two Half-step Transcendents and the Three Elders not far away:
"Reading complete. Discovered coordinates for three hidden dium-sized strongholds, located at the eastern underground shelter ruins, the southern drilling platform, and the northern frozen wastes exploration station. Furthermore...
The Transcendence Society's true headquarters is deep within the Mist World, nad the Primordial Sanctuary. The forces in the Main World are its branches."
As these words fell.
Even with Mo Yuan and Zhang Daoxuan's ntal fortitude, a trace of gravity flashed in their eyes.
An enemy deep within the Mist World signified greater unknowns and potential threats.
The Three Elders' expressions changed even more drastically, their voices grave as they said, "Understood. The imdiate priority is to purge the remaining enemies within our borders. Advisor Su Zhan, please share the specific coordinates and intelligence. The Council will imdiately organize forces for a swift and thorough cleansing!"
Su Zhan gave a slight nod and said no more.
Through the encrypted communicator, he sent all the detailed information he had just obtained about the strongholds—including personnel deploynt, defensive weaknesses, and more—to Li Su.
Having done this, he once again turned his gaze towards the final few corners of the battlefield where resistance still stubbornly held out.
To eliminate weeds, one must pull out the roots.
Su Zhan's figure once again transford into a streak of dark crimson light, joining the final mop-up.
The battle within the catacombs ca to a complete end.
The Final Catacombs, the Transcendence Society's last fortress in the Main World, were declared destroyed.
...
With the destruction of the Final Catacombs.
The remaining Transcendence Society forces within Daxia's borders beca like a centipede with its head severed. Though not instantly dead, they were plunged into unprecedented chaos.
Su Zhan did not rest.
Each assault and cleanup of a dium-sized stronghold was not rely an exercise of overwhelming force, but also a deep dive into mories for valuable intelligence.
When the stubbornly resisting stronghold leader was subdued or executed by Su Zhan's swift and decisive thods.
As long as their head retained a wisp of traceable spiritual essence, the power of the Ti Abyss Pupil would activate.
Fingertips touched the remains.
Ti Reappearance!
Fragnts of mories belonging to the Transcendence Society's mid-to-high-level mbers were forcibly read.
These mories were far darker than those of the lower-level mbers and contained intelligence of higher value.
He saw the intricate relationship networks between different factions.
He saw their lists of sleeper agents infiltrated into various reconstruction departnts.
He saw their secret warehouses for stockpiled supplies, as well as more previously untouched small strongholds, safe houses, and single-point contact locations.
Like untangling a knotted ss, pulling on one thread would lead to discovering more hidden connections.
These strongholds were smaller in scale, more deeply hidden. If not completely eradicated, given ti, they could potentially breed and spread again.
Su Zhan compiled all the key information—coordinates, personnel, defensive capabilities, contact thods…—and transmitted it in real-ti via encrypted channels to the Supre Council.
With the god's-eye-view intelligence provided by Su Zhan, the Daxia authorities—the Council and the Military Departnt—no longer needed to expend vast amounts of manpower and resources on identification and investigation.
One cleansing order after another, accompanied by elite squads that had long been ready for action, were directed to every corner of Daxia.
Often, just as Su Zhan finished cleaning up one stronghold, reading the mories, and sending out the intelligence,
Another target hundreds or even thousands of kiloters away would, at the sa ti, be breached and annihilated by Awakened individuals.
The efficiency was astonishingly high.
This was not a one-man show by Su Zhan, but a perfectly synchronized collaborative operation between him and the entire Daxia state apparatus.
Su Zhan was responsible for providing the most precise navigation.
And the state apparatus was responsible for delivering destructive force to every marked coordinate.
The purge operation advanced at a staggering pace.
A modification laboratory hidden deep within an abandoned factory was uprooted before the experintal subjects could run amok.
Cultists lurking in refugee camps, inciting chaos, were dragged from their tents in their sleep.
A den disguised as a trading company was shut down before its account books could be destroyed.
...
The remnants of the Transcendence Society discovered in horror that all their thods of concealnt had beco useless.
Change strongholds? They would be found soon after.
Activate backup communication channels? They would find the person on the other end was already an official agent.
Try to disperse and go into deep cover? Even seemingly ordinary neighbors might suddenly flash credentials.
Su Zhan's Ti Reappearance traveled along the very network woven by the Transcendence Society itself.
Spreading layer by layer upwards, downwards, to every branch, illuminating every node hidden in the shadows.
Then the state power following closely behind would rcilessly erase them.
In this mory-led hunt, the Transcendence Society forces within Daxia suffered a devastating blow.
Their organizational structure was completely shattered, their active forces eliminated in organized units, their resource channels severed one by one.
Though no one dared claim one hundred percent eradication.
Perhaps a very few, extrely lucky or deeply hidden, fish still slipped through the net.
But the Transcendence Society, as a once massive evil organization capable of threatening national stability, had its foundation within Daxia's borders basically destroyed.
The months-long, high-intensity purge operation purified the internal environnt.
Winning a precious window for reconstruction for a Daxia struggling to recover from devastation.
Su Zhan's figure.
Over these months, had beco the final nightmare in the mories of the Transcendence Society remnants.
A walking, un-deceivable, un-hideable… mory Reaper.
His na was not only glorified in the light as the Guardian deity.
But also fearfully whispered in the remaining dark corners as… the mory Reaper.
The war with the Mist had ended.
The shattered landscape, the destitute populace, the ruins and displaced people everywhere ford the cold, cruel backdrop of post-war Daxia.
The strict rationing system remained, once-bustling streets were now deserted, the air thick not only with the lingering sll of gunpowder but also with a deep-seated weariness in people's hearts.
The quality of life had plumted off a cliff compared to the relatively prosperous and stable pre-war era.
It was amidst this heavy, gray haze that this comprehensive purge operation against the Transcendence Society, with Su Zhan as its core blade, acted like a searing beam of sunlight tearing through the clouds.
Bringing sothing crucial to the nearly despairing populace.
Hope, and a tangible sense of security.
One victory report after another, the nas of Transcendence Society strongholds being uprooted one by one, the confirmation of the death or capture of forr Transcendence Society leaders whose nas alone could silence a crying child at night…
These pieces of news acted like powerful stimulants, injected into the pulse of society.
People might still have to queue in long lines for their rations of coarse food.
They might still have to endure the winter cold cramd into simple Relief Points.
They might still grieve for fallen loved ones and lost hos.
But at least, when they walked the streets, when they returned to their temporary dwellings at night, that string deep in their hearts that had been perpetually taut due to the ever-present threat of the Transcendence Society… finally loosened.
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