Chapter 222: Two-Faced Snake

"You think you can unify Void and Reality? That was my reward to you." Qin Tianluo pointed his finger lightly, and the entire building began to shake.

Walls, floors, metal on the ceiling, all came to life, twisting and squeezing toward the center.

In a few seconds, these metals assembled into a strange-looking thing, like a big funnel, with the top pointing at the sky.

"Void engine, start." Qin Tianluo issued an instruction lightly.

The center of the engine lit up with dazzling blue light, and a bucket-thick energy column shot out from the top, directly piercing into the crack in the sky.

The edges of the crack began to grow larger, and black mist poured down like a waterfall.

Lin Yu felt like a mountain was pressing on him, and the energy in his body was almost completely suppressed.

He couldn't hold on, knelt on the ground, sweat soaking his clothes.

"You think Yan Nanshan is your master? He was just sent by me to keep an eye on you." Qin Tianluo looked down at Lin Yu.

"You think you are fighting against the Void? Actually, every step is in my script."

"Boom—" The door was blown to pieces, and dozens of fully armed soldiers rushed into the smoke, all wearing New Origin Society badges on their chests.

"Qin Tianluo! Stop it!" Yan Xiao's voice came from the smoke, he was wearing a black combat armor, holding a long spear flashing with blue light.

Qin Tianluo turned around, his tone filled with sarcasm: "Yan Xiao, you finally stopped pretending."

Lin Yu was even more confused: "

"He is the true mastermind behind Destiny," Qin Tianluo sneered.

"In order to deal with me, he had to pretend to be an enemy. Unfortunately, it's too late."

Yan Xiao waved his hand, signaling his men to attack: "I've been hiding for three hundred years, waiting for this very day. Qin Tianluo, your tricks end here!"

Dozens of soldiers opened fire simultaneously, and the specially made bullets, carrying pure golden energy, whistled toward Qin Tianluo.

Qin Tianluo didn't even move; the moment the bullets touched him, they vanished without a trace.

He raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible ripple spread out, knocking all the soldiers away and slamming them against the wall.

"Those little toys of yours are useless against me," Qin Tianluo said, holding the Tianyuan Sword, black energy flowing along the blade.

"I have been playing this game for three thousand years."

Yan Xiao charged forward regardless, his long spear thrusting straight at Qin Tianluo's heart.

Qin Tianluo dodged to the side and swept with the Tianyuan Sword; Yan Xiao barely managed to block it, but was still sent reeling back several meters.

Lin Yu took the opportunity to observe and discovered a red crystal on Qin Tianluo's chest. It was very strange; every time the energy fluctuated, the crystal would flash.

—This thing is likely the key to him maintaining his human form, and it might even be controlling the Tianyuan Sword!

Amidst the chaotic battle, Lin Yu secretly mobilized his remaining golden-black energy, intending to hit him with a heavy blow.

"Save it," Qin Tianluo said, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, without even turning around.

"You've all been played. Xuanyuan Qing wasn't captured at all; she went to the Origin Land of her own accord."

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"

"Because she is the true reincarnation of the Void Monarch, and it has nothing to do with the heart," Qin Tianluo laughed loudly.

"What your father told you is merely the superficial knowledge he possessed."

Yan Xiao seized the opportunity and attacked again, his long spear turning into blue lightning, heading straight for the crystal on Qin Tianluo's chest.

Qin Tianluo swung his sword to parry, and the two forces collided, exploding into a shockwave.

Lin Yu was sent flying and crashed into the wall. He struggled to climb up, suddenly feeling a sense of panic.

Looking up, the rift in the sky had grown terrifyingly large, and the black mist had formed a vortex, with a figure vaguely walking out from the center.

The figure became clearer and clearer, until it finally fully manifested—a black silhouette that looked exactly like Lin Yu, only larger, standing several dozen meters tall.

"What the hell is that?" Lin Yu stared blankly at the sky.

Qin Tianluo stopped fighting and looked up, laughing: "Welcome home, my master."

Yan Xiao's face turned pale: "It's over, the real Void Monarch has arrived."

The giant figure slowly lowered its head, staring at Lin Yu.

"Hello, my container," the Void Monarch spoke, his voice sounding like thunder.

"We finally meet."

Lin Yu felt the black energy inside him surging out like crazy, as if trying to break free from a cage.

He suddenly understood a terrifying truth—he was not only the Chosen One, but also a container prepared by the Void Monarch for himself!

Qin Tianluo raised the Tianyuan Sword: "Master, everything is proceeding according to plan. The fusion begins now!"

The Void Monarch reached out with his massive hand, grabbing toward Lin Yu.

Lin Yu wanted to dodge, but found he couldn't move; his whole body floated up, flying toward that giant hand.

Just then, a silver light descended from the sky, slamming into the Void Monarch's arm.

A crisp bell sound echoed through the space, interrupting the energy connection.

Lin Yu fell to the ground and looked up to see Xuanyuan Qing standing at the entrance, holding a silver bell.

"Lin Shu, don't listen to their nonsense," Xuanyuan Qing's voice was steady, "The truth is far more complex than anything any of them have told you."

"What kind of thing are you?"

Xuanyuan Qing's voice was unique, like the clashing of silver bells, and carried a peculiar rhythm that forcibly pulled Lin Yu out of the feeling of being dragged in by something.

Ripples appeared in the space.

A roar like muffled thunder made one's eardrums ache, and the giant palm that was about to grab down hung suspended in mid-air. A voice said: "Interesting, the power of the Bell Clan can actually interfere with my control."

The black light on the Tianyuan Sword in Qin Tianluo's hand grew even more intense, as if it wanted to devour everything. He said: "Little girl, do you think you can change anything? You're just delaying your death!"

Lin Yu felt a sense of relief in his body and could move again; the golden-black energy within him began to circulate once more.

He stepped in front of Xuanyuan Qing, shielding her behind him. "Stay hidden, leave the rest to me."

The guy called the Void Monarch looked down at them from above; his face was almost identical to Lin Yu's, but at this moment it was severely distorted, making one's heart crawl.

"Do you really think this counts for anything? A Void invasion? Or a struggle between old and new forces? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous."

Suddenly, the Void Monarch's body fluctuated violently, like smoke scattered by the wind.

Following that, his entire figure rapidly shrank, becoming the same height as Lin Yu, and slowly landed in front of them.

"I am not some Void Monarch," the voice became clear, and he said, "I am another you, Lin Yu, from another timeline."

These words sounded like a thunderclap on flat ground.

Lin Yu stared at this dark guy in front of him; that face was indeed his own, only what flowed within it was pure Void energy.

"Another timeline?" Yan Xiao gripped the long spear in his hand even tighter, "Nonsense!"

Void Lin Yu didn't even look at him, but with a casual wave, Yan Xiao and the New Origin Society soldiers he brought were all frozen in place, unable to move, looking like a group of clay statues under a freezing spell.

Qin Tianluo raised the Tianyuan Sword and shouted: "No matter who you are, the plan will not change!"

Void Lin Yu sneered, raised his hand, and made a grasping motion in the void; the Tianyuan Sword in Qin Tianluo's hand actually shattered into specks of light with a "crack," and then those specks of light recombined and landed in Void Lin Yu's hand.

"Three thousand years, you've played this act long enough," Void Lin Yu said, holding the reconsolidated Tianyuan Sword, "You don't understand at all what the real trouble is."

Qin Tianluo's face turned deathly pale, and the energy on his body surged wildly, as if he were about to explode. "Impossible! How can you—"