Chapter 195: The Fallen Mother Goddess, Not Bad

【The human world has been defiled once more.】

"That just now sounded like Mr. Sacrificial's voice."

"Old man! What happened!?"

Leonard hurriedly questioned Palice in his mind, hoping to get an answer from this ancient angel.

"I'm just an old, weak angel — you're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!"

Palice didn't even plan to let Leonard escape; the orthodox gods had actually sealed off this area together, and the aura coming from the outskirts made Him feel it was more terrifying than facing a deity head-on!

Sacrificial… this is too absurd. Could this Tarot Club be even more terrifying than he imagined?! Or rather, this so-called Mr. Sacrificial is the master of Source Castle!

Palice felt it was very likely.

The firmament was trembling. Leonard raised his head and gazed upward.

No… it's not just the sky… the whole world is shaking?!

Those golden giant swords blotted out the sky, transforming into a heavenly canopy, endless and boundless, each one carrying an aura of destruction.

"Old man, as a fellow angel, can you do something on this level?" Leonard asked in his mind.

"You call this an angel? If I could do something on this level, I'd have smashed Amon's monocle long ago!"

"Let's put it this way — if the gods weren't interfering, I could create this kind of scene too, but the moment I did, I'd be struck down by divine punishment!" Palice's irritated voice rang out.

"Then Mr. Sacrificial—"

Leonard couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Use that wooden head of yours and think."

"Why can He make this scene bigger and bigger! Not just Loen — the entire world can see it!"

Leonard immediately caught on.

"The gods can't stop Him, or rather—"

"He is a god."

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Above the Astral World, which encompasses all the authority and symbolism of the entire universe.

One after another, indescribable, impossible-to-concretely-portray terrifying giant faces hurriedly shifted their gazes away from the transparent barrier laced with cracks, not daring to peek at the changing scenes within Earth.

The ultimate sense of danger emanated from that tiny, dust-like planet. The residual barrier at this point actually weakened this feeling, but this sense of spiritual crisis it gave Them was something only the former "Lord of the Mysteries" and "God Almighty" had ever produced!

Countless golden giant swords condensed from spell power surged toward one direction from the skies of Loen, from Intis, from the Feysac Empire.

They were like golden schools of fish, gathering around the center of the Spirit World.

Behind Su Lin's head appeared a halo. His left hand was held behind his back as he gazed indifferently up at the sky. His right index and middle fingers pressed together and he gave a light lift.

All the swords reversed course, surging toward the starry firmament, and hammered against the barrier left behind by the original Creator like a raging storm.

Sun and moon shared the sky. A dazzling dreamscape descended from the Astral World. An ocean of thunder churned. Chains of rules one after another dissolved the sword-flow ahead.

Illusory kingdoms manifested above the ocean of swords.

Some of these kingdoms were in full bloom with brilliant flowers, the sky perpetually bright — they were the Eternal Day.

Some were composed of book after book of different volumes; the clear sound of reading rang out, transmitting knowledge, sharing the joy of reading.

Some were boundless seas, filled with storms, lightning, and thunder.

There were also dusk battlefields strewn with broken swords and spears, the tranquil resting place of Eternal Night, the vibrant green wilderness of nature, and a mechanical kingdom where knowledge symbols formed gears that never ceased turning.

The orthodox gods hurriedly launched their offensive, attempting to stop Su Lin's actions.

The current barrier had seven enormous cracks. The reason the seven orthodox gods no longer walked upon the earth was precisely to plug the gaps with their divine kingdoms, delaying the arrival of doomsday.

Before a Lord of the Mysteries was born on their side, They absolutely did not dare let larger cracks appear in the barrier.

Under no circumstances could they allow this threatening, unfamiliar existence upon the earth to break the barrier — that would bring doomsday forward!

The other's origins no longer mattered; the most urgent thing now was to stop him!

Furthermore, legions composed of knowledge symbols, carrying books, tried to descend from the divine kingdoms to the earth but were blasted to pieces halfway.

Pinpricks of bronze-colored light swiftly vanished then reappeared, sketching out mysterious symbol after symbol. They did not travel along the Astral World but along the Spirit World, instantly arriving in reality and enveloping the border area between Backlund and Ahowa County.

Within the illusory kingdom of Eternal Day, all the flowers abruptly contracted and closed from their blooming form, transforming into blazing little suns one after another.

These countless suns rose slowly from the depths of the illusory kingdom, emitting a scorching radiance capable of illuminating the entire world, the entire galaxy. With a boom, these blazing suns formed a pillar piercing the heavens that descended upon a region of the real world.

The concealment of the night wrapped around this region, hiding that temperature sufficient to evaporate everything. A massive curtain bearing the starry sky appeared like patches upon the pure white; when they connected into a single whole, they would conceal this space.

Deep within the boundless sea shrouded by lightning, gale, and torrential rain, pinpricks of light suddenly blazed to life. Within the space of each of these points of light lay an ocean of Lei Ting sufficient to destroy everything. They were not illusory but carried material substance, descending from the Astral World at extreme speed.

The gods were not of one mind. Even though they would later become enemies, when facing a common foe they could coordinate with flawless tacit understanding.

"Has divine punishment descended?"

Countless citizens squinted toward the pillar of light piercing the heavens in the distant sky. Bolts of Lei Ting roared. Following the assassination of George III, the gods had now also sent down punishment.

What unforgivable sin had the Kingdom of Loen committed to warrant the gods' judgment!?

Judgment?

Everything that had happened in this brief instant seemed so slow to Su Lin. Every "roar" of the gods was so—

Feeble.

In less than a second, all the strange phenomena transformed into exquisitely beautiful fragments that drifted down slowly. Through the gaps between the fragments, one could see Su Lin with lowered eyes, a shattered divine spark held in his hand.

"Minor gods of the human world."

Su Lin's voice rang out once more across the heavens amid the fragments of the strange phenomena filling the sky, calm and indifferent:

"You did your best."

It was not arrogance — merely a statement of fact.

The God of Light's divine spark appeared in Su Lin's right palm. With a flick of his wrist, that divine spark spilling with pure white radiance and dim starlight transformed into a slender pure-white sword.

The blade was over three chi in length, with cobweb-like dimness clinging to it. At the hilt, six pure-white wings spread open.

【Wind Spirit Tunyun Dashi Immortal Art: All Things as Swords】

With the speed of a thunderclap before one can cover one's ears, he swept his hand sideways!

A thousand-mile blade-momentum erupted from the ground, shattering countless tiny suns along its path, striking the barrier left by the Original Creator, slowly sinking into it.

Pitch-black Lei Ting devoured all things, ravaging near the divine realm of the Star Realm's True Gods.

That was a calamity-god thunder far stronger than the storm lord's law-thunder.

These god-thunders split the divine realm and the Star Realm apart, forming an insurmountable chasm.

Seconds later, countless flying swords clung to the crack opened by the blade-momentum, forming a ring—neither allowing the gap to widen nor letting the Original Creator's power auto-repair.

An endless flood of swords poured in, flying toward the heavens beyond, exterminating any outer god forces attempting to probe inside.

But even this overwhelmingly powerful sword flood could be ignored by certain mighty outer gods, who let the dense, massive swords approach near them.

Compared to the source essence buried within Earth, that breach in the barrier, this danger was not entirely unacceptable.

They rushed to enter Earth through that crack, seeking to complete their own essences.

Fallen Mother Goddess, Unstable Mist, Desire Mother Tree, Primordial Hunger, Fate Ring, Supra-Star Sovereign, Unquenchable Murmur, Decay King, High-Dimensional Observer.

These mighty Elder Ones jostled and interfered with each other; their spiritual power and influence arrived before them, reaching beyond the barrier.

The endless golden giant swords still pouring forth began to rust and turn bloody after leaving the barrier, gradually slowing, floating motionless in the cosmos.

As a pillar-level Elder One, the Fallen Mother Goddess was the strongest—born and nurtured directly by the Original Creator, a foreign god; her filth and life forces arrived first beyond the barrier, manifesting as a giant hand, leading all outer gods.

In the Star Realm, all gods watched the giant hand about to pierce through—some furious, some desperate; some began planning escape routes.

Their gazes remained fixed on Su Lin, the culprit; in their eyes, he too was an Elder One, who had somehow smuggled himself inside the barrier, lay dormant for years, and finally transferred his full power onto this planet.

Now, the apocalypse was coming early.

The figure, after swinging his sword, kept his left hand behind his back, standing firm on the earth, neither looking toward the Star Realm nor at the outer gods about to breach the barrier—only his eyes tightly shut.

As the Fallen Mother Goddess's giant hand reached beyond the barrier, the golden reverse waterfall could no longer spill outward; a crimson robe's phantom shadow arrived first inside the barrier, leading the giant hand behind.

Next moment.

Su Lin, who had been on the ground, appeared at the center of the cracked ring; his long sword transformed into six wings behind him, his hair suddenly lengthened and turned brilliant white. He did not face the crimson robe, only stood sideways, left hand still behind his back, gazing forward, not even glancing at the Fallen Mother Goddess.

He pointed with his right hand—the swaying crimson robe instantly froze, immobile; the giant hand behind sensed something, disintegrating into a spiral of flesh and blood, darting toward Su Lin at blinding speed.

Yet, at about a li away, its speed slowed progressively until it could not advance an inch.

"Fallen Mother Goddess. Not bad."

Su Lin retracted his index finger, clenched his right fist, and swung it instantly.

In the blink of an eye, space shattered, turned to void, then rapidly repaired itself—all that had been before his fist vanished into nothingness.

As Su Lin turned toward the boundless starry sky, an identical shadow remained behind, while his true body disappeared, arriving within the stars.

【Wind Spirit Tunyun Dashi Immortal Art: Afterimage Avatar】

"Huh?"

Su Lin blinked, for not a single outer god remained visible anywhere in the Solar System.

???????

"Six."

Where is the Supra-Star Sovereign? Where is the Desire Mother Tree? Where is the Fallen Mother Goddess?

I just pretended! You bastards—

Ran?!

Su Lin pulled out the shattered fragments of the jade flute and began divination.

【Wind Spirit Tunyun Dashi Immortal Art: Hao Bu Gua】

The irregular jade shards spun rapidly; finally, one fragment landed in Su Lin's hand.

"You hid well. I found you."

A deep, resonant bell tone rang out; the Fallen Mother Goddess, lurking on the dark side of the Solar System, felt immense pressure surge over her.

This pressure seeped from all directions, permeating every space around her.

"Didn't I say so?"

Human language?!

That spiritual power was nearly equal to—or even higher than—her own rank.

How is this possible!?

She could not understand: why had such an entity suddenly appeared in this universe? As an outsider, foreign to this cosmos, her arrival had been utterly silent.

"I'll tear your mother-nest into shreds!"

First, a blade of light sliced through the galaxy; after that fleeting flash vanished into darkness,

Countless blades of light ignited clockwise, forming a pure, cold-white moon. Before the prior blade faded, countless others replaced it—the erupted blade-light outshone the sun, blazing across the entire universe.

Yet soon, a streak of crimson appeared within that cold-white blade-light; then, as with the blade-light's emergence, countless crimson streaks followed.

"After all, you were once the apex among all outer gods, the sovereign of all yin forces in the universe." Su Lin smiled as he watched the Fallen Mother Goddess, within the blade-light, imitating—no, recreating—the technique with extreme yin power.

Countless previously corrupted giant swords surged toward Su Lin; an unseen spiritual tide had appeared around him.

Just as Su Lin prepared to strike further, the Fallen Mother Goddess's rank suddenly surged.

In Su Lin's perception, where his value had reached 9999, he felt—he was facing the entire universe's spiritual essence!

The Fallen Mother Goddess had briefly returned to her peak, reclaiming her pillar-level Elder One rank.

By forcibly birthing the missing half of the source essence, she had returned to the position of the Three Pillars—the mother of all spiritual power, the origin of all life and yin forces in the universe.

"Hohoho~," Su Lin's mouth curled into an exaggerated grin. "You didn't flee to the cosmic frontier? Instead, you attack me?"

Su Lin watched as the rule-based force, directly acting upon him, sought to flood his body with the universe's life force—but this was no blessing.

If these forces entered Su Lin's body, his spirit and flesh would give birth to a new life—a brand-new Su Lin would replace himself.

"Interesting."

A wisp of white flame appeared at Su Lin's fingertip, a thread of fire tracing across the entire starry expanse behind him, the flame of creative force burning through that profound darkness.

A wisp of black flame, symbolizing destruction, was cast into it—and—

A chaos formed.

Su Lin held this chaos, which might one day, after countless eons, form a world, cradling it in his palm, and blew gently.

Under the cover of the chaos flame, the writhing, unnameable crimson was submerged by gray-white chaos; moments later—

"This is your primordial essence."

Su Lin gazed at the exposed "Filth Mother Nest," stripped of both spirit and flesh; his palms formed a circle as if embracing a skull about to twist the neck—and as he twisted his hands—

A faint shadow of the Yin-Yang Taiji appeared at the center of the Filth Mother Nest, spinning rapidly.

The Filth Mother Nest spun in tandem; each rotation shrank the fallen Mother Goddess's will and the primordial essence itself, and the scattered micro-dusts of primordial essence drifted harmlessly, uncontaminated, to every corner of the boundless starry expanse.

【1:47】

"Next, it's your turn, Desire Mother Tree!" Su Lin slowly turned his head, grinning savagely toward a region deep within the stars.

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