Yun Zhen rushed to the bookshelf and found that the Lilliputian world had descended into chaos.

A massive fissure had opened up beside the mountainside villa, wide enough to easily fit her arm.

The entire mountain was violently shaking, with rocks and broken trees tumbling everywhere.

Thunder roared in the sky, torrential rain poured down, and frequent lightning strikes continuously battered the mountain, wreaking havoc and destruction.

“So much lightning, is this a tribulation?” Yun Zhen muttered, hastily checking on the Lilliputians. She saw that Lian Yu and the others were gathered at the villa’s entrance.

Their expressions were tense as they discussed something. Words like “mudslide,” “earthquake,” and “a fight for survival” could be faintly heard amidst the chaotic noise, indicating that they were at a critical moment of life and death.

Yun Zhen quickly reached into the bookshelf and lifted the entire villa into the air.

Now suspended above the ground, which was being ravaged by the intense quake, the small house was immediately safe and stable.

That was close—she had arrived just in time before the earthquake could destroy the house.

She had spent so much effort designing and customizing this villa; if it had been destroyed after just a few days of use, she would have been beside herself with frustration.

…

Outside the villa’s entrance, Pei Yan and the others were discussing the best time to activate their capsules.

Once activated, the protective capsules would render the person inside unable to control their movement.

To successfully reach the temporary dock, where the yacht could retrieve them, they needed to consider wind direction, terrain, and the pattern of the tremors.

The oxygen supply in the capsules would only last five hours, but there was no way to predict when the natural disaster would end.

If they couldn’t be rescued and brought aboard the yacht, they would have to struggle in the wild, where the risk of death could be even higher than staying in the villa.

Who would be the first to leave, and who would be the last? These were decisions that could not be made lightly.

The first person to leave would be the pathfinder. Their success or failure would validate the correctness of the escape route.

If they failed, it would mean that their judgment of the situation was wrong. Recalculating and trying again would waste precious time for self-rescue.

And for the pathfinder who failed, their survival would be left entirely to chance.

The others wouldn’t be able to immediately rescue them; otherwise, they would all perish together.

The last to leave would be the protector, responsible for assisting those who left before them.

If the previous person’s route was off, they could use a crossbow-like device to shoot a corrective dart, adjusting the balloon capsule’s trajectory within its range to ensure the person reached safety.

But the protector would face the advancing mudslide and the ongoing earthquake, and with no one left to correct their course, they would face an almost certain death.

“Let’s decide the order of departure.”

Gao Yun looked at the others, having already prepared himself to stay behind.

No one was better suited for the role of protector. No matter how dire the situation, it wouldn’t easily kill him.

Jiang Maochuan’s eyes darted around, and he tentatively suggested, “Gao Yun, why don’t you go first? If the route is wrong, I’ll be the second to go. There’s still some time before the mudslide reaches us, and the wind might change direction. Two trial runs would be safer, ensuring Pei Yan and the Second Young Master are safer.”

As soon as he said this, the group fell silent for a dozen seconds.

Pei Yan lowered his eyes, deep in thought.

Pei Yan cast a cold glance at Jiang Maochuan, a storm brewing in his indifferent gaze.

Gao Yun, however, laughed out loud. “Brother Jiang, there’s no reason for an employer to take the lead for a bodyguard. You’re earning millions a year and living in a luxury house downtown. If Pei’s business collapses, your family of over ten people will lose their protection.”

Pei’s Tianzhou Group employed nearly a thousand people, each of whom supported a family.

If the current president, Pei Yan, died here, what would happen to Tianzhou Group? And what would happen to those thousands of families relying on them?

Gao Yun knew that Jiang Maochuan wanted to use his luck as a trial run, then take the second, safer spot to leave Mount Yulong.

Didn’t he realize the consequences of leaving his employer’s life to chance?

He was willing to stay behind because of his strong luck, and also because he and the pei brothers were related through marriage. They had grown up together, playing and bonding like brothers.

He was willing to risk his life for his brothers and friends, with no regrets, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

But why should this selfish jerk, Jiang Maochuan, use him as a tool?

Adversity truly reveals a person’s character, and the ancient saying held true.

The truth is often harsh and difficult to hear, especially when it’s laid bare.

Jiang Maochuan, both angry and embarrassed, turned pale as he tried to defend himself. “I was only suggesting. If you think it’s not a good plan, we don’t have to use it.”

Gao Yun, appearing understanding, nodded. “I get it! How about this: You be the pathfinder, Xiao Hao second, President Pei third, and I’ll go last. Time’s running out, so let’s get moving.”

He immediately set the order, giving Jiang Maochuan no chance to argue.

If it weren’t for the looming disaster, which made it unwise to waste time on conflicts, he would’ve kicked this traitorous scumbag into the water right then and there.

Just a bit longer, and I’ll deal with him back in the capital.

Jiang Maochuan didn’t realize Gao Yun’s thoughts. He wasn’t eager to be the pathfinder.

Even though there would be rescue efforts after the earthquake, who could guarantee he’d survive until then?

He’d rather quit the job than be the one sent to die in a trial run!

The situation became deadlocked.

Jiang Maochuan hesitated, unwilling to move, while the mudslide on the mountain drew closer.

If they kept stalling, their only fate would be to die together!

Unable to bear it any longer, Pei Yan stepped into the open yard. “I’ll be the pathfinder.”

Pei Hao and Gao Yun quickly pulled him back, both saying in unison, “I’ll go!”

As the three of them argued, trying to pull each other back, the entire villa suddenly began to move.

The surroundings rose and shifted rapidly, and within moments, everything stabilized.

The four in the courtyard staggered, and after steadying themselves, they found the entire house had been lifted into the air.

The fierce wind and rain instantly lessened. When they looked up, they saw that the storm clouds, filled with lightning and thunder, were beginning to recede.

A gentle moonbeam peeked through the dispersing clouds, casting a serene glow over the top of Mount Yulong.

In the distance, the sky still looked like the apocalypse, the stark contrast creating a surreal sense of disbelief.

“Are you all okay? Am I too late?”

A familiar divine voice echoed from the sky, ethereal and awe-inspiring.

In this terrifying catastrophe, when everyone had steeled themselves for a desperate fight for survival, that gentle, merciful voice suddenly rang out, creating a haven for them with its unimaginable power.

Formless, invisible, omnipotent—such extraordinary power to turn the tide could only belong to a deity.

At that moment, whether they were in the villa, marveling in awe, or on the yacht, anxiously awaiting rescue, every living soul witnessed this miraculous event.

They were deeply shaken, reverently gazing up, filled with awe and worship!