Chapter 206: Hurry to the South Continent and Invite the Hanging Buddha!

On the road leading from the Land of Divine Abandonment to the outside world, the golden ocean formed from the blood of the ancient Sun God rippled under the midday sun.

This was something the residents of the Land of Divine Abandonment, who had never seen sunlight, had never seen and could never imagine.

They should have been enjoying the joy of victory, savoring the sweet fruit of a millennia-old dream fulfilled.

"What will you do with this Time Worm that Amon gave you?" Parles's voice sounded. "If I truly deliver this Time Worm to Amon's true form, He will immediately prepare for the Godhood Ritual."

"Leave it somewhere no one will find it," Kleine thought for a moment and said. "We're currently in the north; our top priority is to reach the South Continent. I'll give you a coordinate—steal the distance and transport us there directly."

"Why go to the South Continent?"

"To invite the Hanging Buddha. To find the God of Light."

"Mr. World, what happened in the Land of Divine Abandonment?" Daryk frowned tightly, his voice anxious, his gaze worriedly fixed behind him. "Is the Pope alright?"

Does he look alright to you?

After mentally scoffing, Kleine said:

"I have no idea what happened inside the Land of Divine Abandonment."

"Amon used the first Desecrated Tablet to block the corruption; the Pope has entered self-sealing and is currently unharmed."

"We should hurry and pray to Mr. Fool for help!" Daryk exhaled slightly but his tone remained urgent. "Mr. Fool can surely save the Pope!"

Mr. Fool received your good intentions. Mr. Fool says he is powerless.

Kleine sighed inwardly; he understood Little Sun—his own heart felt the same.

"Mr. Fool is already aware of this. There's no need to panic."

After brief consideration, Kleine made his decision: go to the South Continent to find Su Lin, then attempt advancement.

"You're going to attempt advancement as the Miracle Master?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Kleine.

From the surrounding ocean, the bones of various creatures emerged and rapidly assembled into a bone church.

In the terrified gazes of Kleine and the others, a figure wearing a black soft-pointed hat and a classical magic robe materialized from the air at the pulpit, becoming solid.

Amon!

He adjusted his monocle and smiled at Kleine and the others.

"Something has gone awry in the Land of Divine Abandonment—I can't return, so I came here ahead of time to wait for you."

"Huh?"

Amon looked curiously at the Time Worm floating beside Kleine, stole it directly, and absorbed it into his body—in the span of a single breath, he had extracted all its information.

"Interesting. So this is the situation."

After digesting the information, Amon chuckled at the group.

"Parles, I never expected you'd join this 'Tarot Club.'"

"I actually prepared a gift for you in Belkan—looks like it won't be needed after all."

"Isn't this church nice? I stole it from that fanatic just yesterday."

After speaking to Parles, Amon turned slowly to Kleine and smiled.

"My previous offer still stands. Become my Chosen, and I'll even find you a Sequence One and Sequence Two Divine Trait."

Amon was deeply intrigued by the secrets hidden within Kleine and found his behavior fascinating—so this statement was ninety percent true.

'I already have two Sequence One Divine Traits. Thank you.'

Kleine tried to distract his mind from his true thoughts to prevent Amon from stealing them, and shook his head. "Kill me."

Daryk inwardly marveled at how incredible Mr. World was—not only was he already Mr. Fool's Chosen, but even Amon, the ancient Angel King, wanted him as a Chosen. Yet his loyalty to Mr. Fool was genuinely moving.

For some reason, the moment Daryk finished this thought, Amon turned and glanced at him, his eyes brimming with mockery.

He and Chief Colin still maintained their battle stances—there was no other reason: the moment they pushed open the outer door, they had fully dedicated their faith to Mr. Fool; even if the enemy were the offspring of the Creator, they would choose to fight.

"Don't rush to refuse. How long can your strange god friend withstand the initial corruption? If you accept my deal, I'll go save Him immediately." Amon paid no attention to the people of White City—they weren't even at the Angel tier, posing no threat. He smiled and added: "Hmm, after I absorb Parles's Divine Trait."

Amon's words revealed a truth: the corruption did not originate from the Fallen Mother God, but from the Original Creator!

Though they seemed to be chatting casually, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense—when suddenly, the Bone Church shook violently, and a powerful pounding echoed against the weathered black oak door.

Boom!

"Kleine~ little brat, are you in there~~?" A sweet voice rang out. Even through the Bone Church's barriers, the sound made every being present momentarily dazed.

Boom!

"I've waited so long for this day~. You had the guts to brew the Elixir but not the guts to open the door?"

Kleine's intuition screamed in warning—a danger greater than Amon waited outside! The terror sensed by his spirituality nearly made him faint.

Who?! Who knows my name… and Elixir?!?!?!

Boom!

The third impact shattered the door—the entrance symbolizing the nascent divine realm—ripped open by immense force.

Precisely at that moment, Amon's attempt to seize Parles and flee was interrupted.

He had assumed he could hold out for at least ten breaths.

Amon pushed his monocle back, his smile unchanged, yet he, like the others, stared toward the blinding, radiant white beyond the door.

Tap-tap-tap—the sound of high heels echoed.

First visible was a jet-black Gothic parasol; a hand as smooth as congealed snow held it aloft. Her black evening gown, adorned with intricate lace, swayed with each step.

Backlit by the sun, she walked into the church with an ethereal shadow trailing beside her. The parasol concealed her face, yet with every step, an inexplicable pull compelled all eyes toward her.

"Calamity." Amon's monocle reflected the outside light—every one of his avatars had encountered minor disasters.

"Path." Kleine felt a dread rising—he couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the lady whose long hair fell naturally over her shoulders?!

She tilted the parasol backward, resting it on her shoulder to block the light behind her. Only then did they see her face.

She lifted her head, her golden eyes—mesmerizing and commanding—looked down upon them all like a sovereign.

The faint curve of her smile traced the most beautiful arc imaginable; beauty, both in occult lore and human aesthetics, radiated naturally from every inch of her.

Miss Kelaien's breath and heartbeat froze for a moment; he suddenly recalled Su Lin's divination.

【There is a beauty in the north, peerless and standing alone.】

Holy crap!

"As of now this month, the Silver Hand has completed relief efforts for twenty-one thousand four hundred and thirty-two disaster victims."

"The Beyonders used Holy Light spells to heal ten thousand severely wounded."

At the headquarters of the Silver Hand, inside a spacious cathedral, Su Lin held an ink pen and made marks on a document. Around twenty people sat around a massive round table, taking turns reporting the relevant situation to Su Lin.

"Next month's mission quota is increased by ten percent." Su Lin tossed the document onto the table as he spoke to these "turncoats"—former high-ranking members of the Blood Worship Cult.

He hadn't forgotten that the main task Miss Kelaien had entrusted to him in this world was to minimize the casualties caused by the war.

"However, our current finances…" A saint whose face was covered in various scars hesitated before saying: "Forgive my bluntness, but at this rate, within three months all of our resources will be completely exhausted."

"No worries." Su Lin waved his hand, leaning lazily back in his chair as he said: "The War God has fallen anyway, this mortal war should be wrapping up soon."

This information was true and reliable, because just this morning his main body had witnessed the scene in the Dark Night Divine Kingdom above the Astral Realm—that ambush of another deity by the two close friends, and the extreme martial display had him binge-eating three buckets of popcorn.

Spectacular.

The moment those words left his mouth, the room fell silent at once.

The Silver Hand had merely received an oracle to obey every arrangement and instruction from the man before them; they had no idea what his true background was.

But a divine war… the War God falling—

Was this the kind of information they were even allowed to know?!

"Additionally, dispatch squads directly to various war-torn cities to carry out covert medical relief." Su Lin continued.

"However, the Orthodox Church will likely obstruct us—we're an unaffiliated Beyonder faction, and we're a target of their suppression." The speaker was Samuel Garry, currently the only Angel of the Silver Hand and its true administrator. His tone was respectful, not daring the slightest negligence.

"I've already spoken with the Orthodox Gods; none of them oppose this." Su Lin lowered his legs from the table and stood up: "Submit your travel expenses to the local Orthodox Church for reimbursement."

"That's all, dismissed."

Even after Su Lin left, the Silver Hand's senior members remained seated in silence. They glanced in the direction Su Lin had departed, then looked at Samuel Garry, whose face kept twitching yet whose eyes betrayed fear.

As former members of the "Blood Worship Cult," although they hadn't been hunted down and universally condemned like the "Rose School," they certainly weren't considered benevolent either. And now they were being asked to go to the Orthodox Church to get their expenses reimbursed?!

Samuel Garry suddenly recalled the day his lord Fabutti transformed into an Emissary of Light, the Lord of Holy Light.

On that day, a sword-flash of luminous nature shot straight toward the Astral Realm.

"Do as that one instructed—dispatch all priests and paladins except the apprentices." Samuel Garry ordered all the senior members: "From now on, treat that one's words as divine oracles. No questions, no objections. Understood?"

"Yes!"

Su Lin naturally had no idea what others were imagining in their heads—he wasn't Amon, after all.

He walked along the long corridor to the central plaza of the "Silver Hand," casually picked a bench to sit on, gazed at the sun in the sky, and briefly thought about the authority of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

The moment this thought arose, he pulled a piece of black bread from his historical projection and stuffed it into his mouth—an effective way to keep himself from getting too lofty and detached from reality.

【Radio calisthenics! The times are calling!】

【Ready~】

【One, two, three, four!】

Su Lin spread his arms across the back of the bench, watching the priest apprentices doing their exercises—to prevent them from becoming sub-healthy due to long hours of spell research, Su Lin had specially brought them this treasure from the old era.

Under the lead of class monitor Andouin, the priest class performed the movements in perfect unison.

Su Lin nodded with satisfaction, then turned his attention to the livestream in the chat group—today there were two streams: one was Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan livestreaming his subjugation of the Fallen Heart Flame, proving he had changed his future toward becoming the Pure Love King.

【Watch closely! This streamer…】

Su Lin closed the stream directly, planning to re-enter once Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan finished his scripted lines.

Should never have given him a phone—what kind of stuff has he been getting into.

Su Lin looked at the other stream—it was Song Shuhang livestreaming his tribulation, preparing to advance to the Second Rank.

Hmm?

Second Rank?

Su Lin counted on his fingers which month it was since Song Shuhang had joined the chat group.

He suddenly clicked into the stream and asked: "You're kidding me, right? You're still at First Rank?!"

Song Shuhang, who was preparing for his tribulation, immediately broke into a hearty smile at Su Lin's words, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said: "Senior Su Lin, this time I'm no longer the me of the past!"

"I've learned three offensive spells, two defensive spells, and one escape technique! Of course, the most important thing is I'm attempting to practice swordsmanship!"

"Who says I can't become a dashing, devastatingly handsome swordsman! Fate is meant to be broken!"

"I believe hard work pays off—by going to other worlds to build my foundation, I will definitely become a reliable senior!"

After saying this, he rubbed his head and laughed heartily: "Now I don't have to worry about advancing too fast and having an unstable foundation, hahahaha."

"Huh? Senior Ye Fan, what are you doing in my world? Wait until I finish my tribulation and I'll host you properly."

Ye Fan: "Open the door! You brat, open the door for me!"

Ye Fan: "Today I must build your foundation for you!!"

Ye Fan: "Open! The! Door!!!"

Su Lin closed the stream. Honestly, everyone else gains positive benefits from the chat group, but you, Song Shuhang, are the one being held back by it.

Su Lin held his head and thought for a long time, finally squeezing out a single word:

「6」

He closed the stream, idled in the group chat for a while, leaned his head back, black bread dangling from his mouth as he gazed at the sky—the sky was so blue, not a cloud for ten thousand miles.

The divine war was over, the war was drawing to a close, and today the people of the City of Silver were liberated from the Godforsaken Land.

What a peaceful day.

Su Lin gazed at that azure sky, wondering whether to do a gacha pull tonight to celebrate, how much to spend, and whether he should go find the "Serpent of Fate" Will to draw some blood—when suddenly a black dot appeared in the sky, and this black dot kept growing larger…

"Su Lin!"

That was the disheveled Miss Kelaien and Derrick, along with an old man and a woman — they were taller than Derrick, but apart from Miss Kelaien, all of them had fallen into a deep sleep.

As Miss Kelaien was plummeting through midair, he snapped his fingers, teleporting everyone in a flash to Su Lin's side, and shouted at Su Lin's utterly bewildered expression:

"Bad news! Zhongli — he was taken by a monster — no, the Fallen Mother Goddess!"

Su Lin opened the chat group, sent Miss Kelaien a question mark, and said at the same time: "What are you even saying?!"

"The Primordial One has revived inside Zhongli!"

End of chapter.