Chapter 135: The Taomu Human Path

Song Shuhang came downstairs; Bai Qian had long been waiting, his eyes full of curiosity, a bundle in his hand.

"This is?"

"An ID sent over by Daoist Snow Wolf."

Only then did Song Shuhang recall that the Snow Wolf Cave Master had said last night he would send some things over.

"Let's put that aside for now. Shuhang, come try learning this spell." A rune appeared in Bai Zunzhe's hand, and he placed it into Song Shuhang's hand.

Song Shuhang took the rune, and knowledge immediately flooded into his mind.

It was a method that used magical power to turn the words or images in one's heart into a projection and cast it out.

Song Shuhang suddenly understood — so that was the method.

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Su Lin returned home — more precisely, he put Water Mirror Peak back into the sky above Earth.

He had already terminated the lease on his rental apartment, apart from Miss Kelaien's room. Fortunately, he had no friends in this city; his friends and classmates were all back in his hometown or elsewhere, so generally no one would come looking for him. If they couldn't find him, they could just QQ, WeChat, or call.

He took out his phone and connected to the internet. There weren't many new messages. Apart from a few game groups and classmate groups he'd joined before, no one had really contacted him. When he'd gone to other worlds, he'd posted on his Moments and QQ Zone saying he was working on a project in the mountains, and that he couldn't usually check calls or texts.

A high school classmate even asked if he'd gone off to do classified work. Ha.

Thanks for the invite. Just transmigrated, already the God of Light.

He felt the crack in his divine spark within his historical projection. How to put it — he was a bit reluctant to part with this divine spark.

Better use it sparingly.

He estimated he could still use Genesis of Light twice.

Ye Fan: "Fight!"

Xiao Yan: "Fight!"

Miss Kelaien: "Fight!"

Han Li: "Harmony is to be prized."

Lu Mingfei: "Anyone running the table?"

Miss Kelaien: "@Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, don't go — you can't outplay him! Go beat him up next year, trust me!"

Miss Kelaien: "Su Zongzhu, you know me — I did this so you could be tempered."

Su Lin: "You — get over here for a one-on-one!"

Miss Kelaien: "My butler has prepared a table of fine food. Want to come try it?"

Su Lin: "Next time for sure."

The Ruffian Dragon was now playing deaf and mute, not uttering a word. Su Lin could only close the Myriad Heavens Chat Group in his mind, thought for a moment, and planned to head into the city to do some shopping.

Tomorrow was New Year's Eve. It had been almost a year since he'd been home, and he was looking forward to it a little. Pity — he could only travel in splendid robes by night.

Su Lin made a hot spring on his Water Mirror Peak, soaked his main body in it, and had a historical projection cast some spells to remodel it, turning this ordinary hot spring into a holy spring of the Western fantasy kind.

"Turn the brightness down a bit."

"Mm, that's about right."

The hot spring, complete with its own holy light — Su Lin soaked himself in it, feeling his spirit relax and settle, then pulled out two historical projections: one to feed him, the other to scroll his phone for him.

"Now this is living~~~" One historical projection fed him a sip of projected champagne, then wrapped up some roast duck and brought it to his mouth. The other historical projection was flipping through, "Poor Miss Kelaien — what can he enjoy? Nothing but black bread, Frank's milk mushrooms, that sort of thing."

【Little Luo Xiaoying requests to add you as a friend】

【Note: Is this Su Lin-gege? I'm Luo Shengying, your cousin sister. I met you when I was little; you might have forgotten. I'm on winter break now, playing around in Music City. Got time to meet up sometime? I've always really wanted to see you.】

"Little Luo Xiaoying" — an indescribably uncanny feeling welled up in Su Lin's heart.

"Luo Shengying — nice name. Cousin sister, have I met her?" Every New Year when Su Lin went home he had to reacquaint himself with a bunch of relatives. He'd only just been introduced this year; after a year or two apart, he'd have to re-recognize them all over again.

"No real impression."

Thinking this, Su Lin still tapped to accept the friend request.

"Hello." He sent a message over.

Then, without waiting to see if the other side replied, he first changed his QQ post.

'Light of the Three Realms, all life is my gift.'

After changing this post, he published two photos to both his QQ Zone and WeChat Moments — screenshots taken by people in the Dragon Race world when they'd watched the livestream.

One was a scene of the six-winged God of Light, spear of light in hand, clashing with the God of Rock.

The other was a scene amid raging wind: Su Lin, wielding the Han Bafang longsword, standing in a rain of swords and pointing up at a Serpent of Fate.

"The more I look, the more handsome." Su Lin nodded, had the historical projection tap send, and said, "Be one with the dust of light, and behold my heroic bearing."

"Pfft hahaha, so chuunibyou." Su Lin tried saying lines like that and laughed so hard he splashed water all over the hot spring.

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"Braces girl~ such a pity, such beauty." (Wrong wrong wrong, it's my fault)

"Nainai sister has such powerful beautiful legs." (When we were in the heat of love, why didn't you say so)

"Find an American girl to hug and get frisky~" (Life is helpless, I'm so confused and tired)

On a crowded square, the future Su Lin, sporting smoky eye makeup and long bangs, held a microphone and sang the Vietnamese version of "Wrong Wrong Wrong" into his phone camera.

"Ya~ monster, such a pity, such beauty."

"My girl is about to be mine, good."

Luo Shengying, sipping a cup of fruit tea, sat on a public wooden bench, looked over at Su Lin — who was singing so deeply into the night and the surroundings — and rolled her eyes.

She cast a cold glance at a boy in the throes of adolescent restlessness who had just been about to come hit on her, scaring him into awkwardly shoving the hand he'd raised halfway back into his pocket and leaving.

"Sigh."

"Let me tell you, don't be disappointed — he's actually pretty not bad." Luo Shengying sighed and said to herself; she was speaking to her past self.

"Really, believe me — most of the time he's quite handsome."

These past few days, she had already tried to awaken the other Luo Shengying who existed in a superimposed state with her — that little girl still in high school.

"No, he's not mentally ill!"

The Luo Shengying of the past could now only perceive what was happening in the outside world. At first she was a little panicked, thinking someone had seized her body, but after gradual explanation she slowly accepted the current situation.

"Believe me! I'm you — how could I possibly lie to myself!" The paper cup in Luo Shengying's hand was crushed out of shape, her little face somewhat agitated: "I'm not deceiving myself!"

"Tai Mu Ren Dao~~~~" (better stay silent) — Gao Ang's drawn-out note finished the last line of the lyrics, and Luo Shengying, furious, hurled the paper cup in her hand straight at the non-mainstream head that was singing away over there.

"You'd better stay quiet for me!!!" After she finished these actions, she suddenly noticed the audience all staring at her; her little face flushed red as she scurried away.

"No worries, no worries — that one is my fanatic fan! Love you, muah muah~~ mwah~." Su Lin's voice came through the speakers.

"I'm really the future you — don't fall asleep on your own!"

The soul within her body voluntarily chose to enter slumber, sending out a faint ripple.

'Tired. Let it all be destroyed.'

End of chapter.