Chapter 151: The Resurgence of Myth

Pengcheng

In an open-air venue, a live broadcast by CCTV News was underway.

The journalist on the left and the camera operator were international guests, while those on the right were CCTV reporters and guests.

It was the third day of the Lunar New Year; this symposium, organized by the economic development zone, aimed to strengthen cooperation among enterprises and attract external capital and technology.

"Domestic chip technology and industry have long attracted attention, with critical technologies, equipment, and raw materials required for design and manufacturing still heavily dependent on imports, leaving us at the mercy of others."

"But we can also see that domestic market demand is currently in a depressed state; furthermore, chip imports decreased last year."

Reporter Yang Bing held the microphone and recited her pre-memorized script in a polished broadcasting tone.

"You can see that on the stage right now…"

The cameraman shifted the lens toward the dignitaries shaking hands on the podium, gradually zooming in.

A flash of golden light passed, and every person and object in the venue was draped in a thin layer of Jin Guang.

As Yang Bing turned to introduce the guests, her words unfinished, a startled cry suddenly came from beside the camera.

"Oh my God! What is this!" It was the foreign reporters, their voices trembling, as if stunned.

Yang Bing also froze; she saw golden light on her hands and the microphone, not just on her, but on everyone in the venue—this golden glow clung to each person.

Before she could react.

It grew dark.

It was barely 3 p. m., one moment the sky was clear and boundless, the next it plunged into darkness—not the dimness of clouds blocking the sun, but true, absolute night.

If a high-altitude drone were broadcasting the scene, one would see the entire city glowing like a magnificent golden scroll against a curtain of darkness.

Boom—

Suddenly, a sphere of Bai Guang, like a cold bolt of lightning slicing through the night, pierced the horizon and appeared out of nowhere.

The next instant, this column of white light plummeted straight into the open-air venue.

"Ahh—"

Screams erupted one after another.

At the moment the light struck, a deep, massive impact echoed from the center, mingled with a clear sound like shattering glass.

After several seconds, as people adjusted to the blinding glare, they saw a man wearing a white mask and a luxurious purple robe embedded within the golden light on the ground—the surrounding Jin Guang was cracked but slowly repairing itself.

Was the mask crooked?

He pressed his palms to the ground, pushed hard, and pulled himself free from the golden light; as he rose, golden flakes fell from his body, vanishing into light points before touching the ground.

Future Su Lin brushed nonexistent dust off his clothes—truthfully, this scene exceeded his expectations.

He had already raised his estimate of his past self's hidden cards several levels, for Su Lin had a habit: important items were always stored in the system's item slot; the subspace vault was more like a giant figurine case, filled with all kinds of toys.

Even weapons involving causality were tossed into the subspace vault—he had indeed overestimated his past self's power.

Future Su Lin adjusted the white mask on his face—it had been accidentally slapped onto him during Su Lin's punch.

He glanced around, spotted a camera, and raised two fingers toward the lens in a "peace" sign.

A black, destructive spear flew in from beyond the sky, trailing black-purple Lei Ting.

Future Su Lin pinched his two fingers together, and instantly, a long spear composed of refined law-energy appeared between them.

A serpent-like shadow emerged on his robe, coiling and devouring the spear.

A purple longsword, taller than a man, materialized; he raised it to block—only to see Su Lin's face obscured by mist, unclear, having appeared from the side at some unseen moment, wielding the Han Bafang sword to slash at his neck.

At the instant of weapon contact, immense energy erupted from the interface, sending shockwaves that cracked the Jin Guang across the entire city, large and small.

The moment the cracks appeared, an ancient aura of terror swept through, forcing nearby onlookers and those who had just realized the danger to collapse to their knees.

The cameraman trembled as he held his camera; even though fear had seized his mind, he maintained his professional discipline, keeping the lens fixed on these unexpected guests.

"Your power is excessive," Future Su Lin frowned. "Did you linger on some timeline until the seas dried and the heavens crumbled?"

Of course, that was hyperbole—if he had stayed on any timeline for ten thousand years, his power would surely be far greater than this.

Everyone else present could not hear the two men's conversation.

At Future Su Lin's level, how could he not recognize Su Lin's current state? A trace of world-origin energy resided within him—small, but enough for Su Lin to exert minor control over Heaven's Will; within this avatar lay a divine fragment, mending its cracks, of considerable rank, woven with multiple laws.

Was this brought by Heaven's Will? Otherwise, this should be a divine fragment containing Creation Law.

Plenty of good things.

"Why bother?" Future Su Lin felt the point of contact between sword and blade—laws continuously clashed, annihilated, then reborn.

World-origin energy, once acquired, diminishes with every use; at this stage, it should be exceedingly precious, especially in their world, which is so stingy.

"Just for the sake of face? Was I really this obsessed with empty reputations before?"

"I could just erase the memories of everyone who watched these videos," Future Su Lin said again, hoping Su Lin would play along.

"Shut up, you useless idiot!" Su Lin roared. "You have no idea those videos and memories can't be erased! Don't drag me into your suicide mission!"

Erase memories? I'd understand if you, in your prime, went after Xiao Yan—but Ye Fan?

Don't you get it? Those guys are untouchable! Even you and I together might not be able to touch them!

Forget memories—even the stuff on their phones can't be deleted!!!

First, get internet access to other worlds!

"If that's the case," Future Su Lin saw his own determination intensify, so he abandoned restraint and activated the true power of his Tianhe Battle Robe.

【Reenact: Peak Earth Immortal, Element Lord, Tianhe Forbidden Army】

Su Lin swung his sword through empty air—the man had vanished.

'Fled?'

The moment this thought arose, Su Lin dismissed it—not from self-awareness, but because above, a figure tore through the darkness, like a celestial savior.

Ancient energy spread through space and time; the heavens towered high, the earth stretched vast, and below, where his gaze fell, lay a palm-sized human world.

He wore a luxurious purple robe, crowned with a diadem, holding a blue sun in his hand, radiating boundless light from the heavens, like Hun Tian Di. Yet even with two suns in the sky, none could overshadow his splendor—earthly life paled beside him, no larger than dust.

Mythology—

Has Awakened!

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