Chapter 209: Like a Demonic Lord Descending from Heaven, Truly a Tai Sui God Among Mortals

In the chat group, Lu Mingfei launched his first group live stream.

If you enter his livestream, you can see Lu Mingfei standing heroically in midair, clad in a black men's suit, as countless crimson energies surge toward him in various shapes.

Beneath his feet lies an endless abyss; above his head flows a crimson river capable of driving angels mad, and the whispering voices at his ears, even weakened by the livestream, feel profoundly sinister and oppressive.

The remade Seven Sins had already been drawn by Lu Mingfei—he held "Wrath" in his right hand and "Pride" in his left, while the remaining five blades circled him, glowing with diverse hues.

With every breath and movement, thunder, magma, and gales raged; plague, poison, and freezing cold spread—and with every slash of his blade, energy erupted as if stars were shattering.

Extreme yang power surrounded him, annihilating the extreme yin force of the Fallen Mother Goddess; at this moment, Lu Mingfei became the embodiment of all calamities in the world.

Anyone seeing Lu Mingfei in this state would inevitably exclaim:

"Like a demonic lord descending from heaven, truly a Tai Sui god among mortals!"

But

Zhang Chuanyan: "Brother Lu, I know you're cool, but you've been swinging your blade in place for nearly five hours."

Yi Leina: "Goodnight, I'm going to sleep. Hope Zhongli's okay."

Weigong Shilang: "I'm going to cook. Keep going! Lu Mingfei, you can do it!"

Lu Mingfei didn't understand—why was this happening?

It was his first livestream, his first time fighting personally, his first chance to truly shine…

Wasn't today supposed to be the day Lu Shen rose to fame, his name echoing across all heavens?!

Why?! Why is this half-dead Fallen Mother Goddess still trapping him here?!

Lu Mingfei: "Even though I don't have uniqueness or Sequence One's extraordinary traits, isn't this Fallen Mother Goddess a bit too strong?!"

Ye Fan: "She's suspected to be the final boss—you're talking nonsense!"

Lu Mingfei: "I think I was the final boss in our world too…"

Su Lin: "Your status as final boss vanished long ago."

Lu Mingfei wanted to cry, gripping his blades tighter.

Lu Mingfei: "Besides, what happened to the feint-and-attack plan? Where are my teammates?! Help me!"

Kleine: "Plans can't keep up with changes."

Su Lin: "Top lane Adam, jungle Amun, support Kleine, I'm ADC—you're playing midlane, not waiting for anyone, and you dare solo-dragon with only three items? I didn't see that coming."

Why should they rescue Lu Mingfei? That's a good question.

After entering the God-Forsaken Land, he briefly gained the upper hand, but was quickly captured and sealed by the Fallen Mother Goddess in the abyss beside the cliff.

Of course, Lu Mingfei wasn't useless—he forced the Fallen Mother Goddess to divert a significant portion of her power against him, greatly slowing the corruption's spread toward Zhongli and the Fallen Creator.

Lu Mingfei: "I was just worried about Zhongli's safety!"

Lu Mingfei: "Besides, wasn't she already crushed in the last match? Her current state is way too extreme…"

Su Lin: "You know that was last time—where's your grandpa inside you?"

Lu Mingfei: "He ate too much in the City of Calamity… still on cooldown."

Su Lin stared at the mountain-sized mass of flesh, puzzled—now it occupied the cliff, only defending passively, leaving them temporarily powerless to act.

Any attack worked, but immediately, a fallen force surged from the earth to replenish it.

This was even more troublesome than the Fallen Mother Goddess who used Sia as a vessel.

There was no need to worry about Lu Mingfei being captured—but they couldn't coordinate an inside-out rescue either.

Even Kleine's massive Source Altar couldn't draw her attention… the moment she saw Kleine, she didn't rush to seize him—instead, she blocked the abyss beside the cliff, offering only unyielding defense.

As a pillar, are you really this cautious?

Su Lin decided to temporarily change strategy—no longer holding back his rank, he unleashed full power to purge the corruption in the surrounding area, preparing to enter the Giant King's Court to attempt rescuing Soldier Zhongli.

Unexpectedly, the black tides and crimson mists did not resist—they shrank back in cooperation.

"Something's wrong," Kleine warned. "The Fallen Mother Goddess wouldn't fear you this much."

If she truly feared Su Lin this much, she wouldn't have attempted to invade the God-Forsaken Land before fully recovering.

This behavior was highly abnormal—completely illogical.

Su Lin nodded—Kleine was right—but now wasn't the time for careful analysis.

"Forget her for now—go!"

The current plan: Adam heads to the True Creator's divine realm for support; Su Lin and Kleine enter the Giant King's Court to check on Amun's avatar and Zhongli's condition.

According to Amun, his avatar will most likely transfer the corruption onto Zhongli—so stop worrying your ass! Zhongli is now enduring double corruption! Su Lin and Kleine must hurry to rescue him.

The True Creator's side can't be neglected either—if he's fully corrupted, the Chaos Sea will follow suit; if that happens, everyone might as well give up together.

"Keep going, Lu Mingfei! You can do it!" Su Lin sent a message in the chat group: "If all else fails, drop your defense and let the Mother Goddess have a baby with you."

Amid Lu Mingfei's curses, Su Lin and Kleine swiftly entered the Giant King's Court.

Suddenly, Su Lin turned his head—a pitch-black rock spear sliced through space, narrowly grazing his right side; within less than a second, a black sun erupted behind the spear's trajectory.

"Hey," Su Lin set Kleine down and asked, "Is this some limited-edition Zhongli? Blackened? Fallen? Or did he get corrupted by the Collapse?"

From the high gate of the Court, Zhongli—jet-black hair, dark golden eyes—slowly stepped from the shadows, wielding a pitch-black spear; ten pairs of void-black wings unfurled behind him, his bound hair now loose, cascading to his shoulders with slight curls.

Su Lin sucked in a breath—Blackened Rock King Emperor? Fallen Morax?! If this skin were released, how much money would it make?!

No! Not these ridiculous things!

The point is—was Zhongli corrupted this fast?!

"He's not Zhongli," Kleine said. More familiar with console games than mobile, he didn't understand Su Lin's reference to "Collapse" corruption: "He's the entity formed when Zhongli's avatar pushed open the gate and absorbed the corruption, under the influence of the All-Knowing Path."

Meanwhile, Kleine swiftly swapped places with his puppet, leaving a historical projection behind while his true body dashed through the Mist of History toward the unknown First Era.

Su Lin frowned slightly—the aura emanating from the figure was nearly identical to Zhongli's, and this resemblance was slowly but steadily intensifying.

No wonder the Fallen Mother Goddess didn't move or block them—she was waiting for them here.

"This avatar is far stronger than before," Kleine observed through his Source Altar's true vision, noticing countless brass-colored eyes within the avatar's shadow: "The All-Knowing Path has advanced—this avatar's tier far exceeds its previous state."

Kleine keenly noticed that, while observing from the Source Altar, those brass-colored eyes gazed upward for a second.

This also meant that this corrupted avatar must have been elevated far too high before.

"Let me give you a warning," the black Zhongli spoke, "Leave this place quickly and try to hide beyond the world."

"You're really— I'm crying," Su Lin shook his head; after being corrupted, this avatar's tone and mannerisms were identical to Zhongli's original.

But the next moment, countless sharp spikes made of shadow erupted from beneath the floor tiles, impaling Su Lin like a hedgehog—conversation was merely a delay tactic.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The black Zhongli's neck sprouted two additional heads and four arms, each hand materializing a pitch-black spear that blocked three beams of pure white light.

Su Lin sighed, stepping out from behind a stone pillar in the hall, and bestowed numerous buffs upon Kleine's puppet—even casting a Divine Descent spell.

"Even though I can now freely use divine spells, couldn't you at least give me a different kind of opponent?" Su Lin's expression grew slightly bitter. "You wouldn't happen to have a shield, would you?"

No sooner had Su Lin spoken than a jet-black rock spine materialized out of thin air and plunged into the ground; a black shield flared to life around the black Zhongli.

"Fine," Su Lin vanished instantly, and a "Gate of Heaven" opened above, its scale nearly covering the entire Giant King's Court.

Countless palaces and towers lost their outlines in the endless radiance; a fierce wind swept from the center toward the edges, purifying and erasing countless newly mutated monsters that had barely stepped out of the darkness.

Infinite light, infinite heat—no spell circuitry was needed to shape light into magic, no elaborate incantation was required to summon a miracle.

Light itself was the meaning of everything.

Within this radiance, the mountain-sized mass of flesh let out a piercing scream, yet it still clung to the fissure of the canyon, its flesh continuously dissolving and regenerating, achieving a fragile equilibrium with the light.

The light continued.

Within the unceasing column of radiance, like a great whale leaping from the ocean after long submersion, the corrupted force surged upward as a black dragon's head, roaring toward the "Gate" above—but it disintegrated strand by strand midair.

Kleine sensed the accumulated corruption weakening here; seizing the opportunity, he directed his puppet to sprint toward the barrier using "Exemption of Light."

"I wish I could arrive at my destination immediately," Kleine willed.

Since becoming the Miracle Master, he had accumulated few wishes—he hadn't had time to fulfill others' desires; this "wish" to reach his destination was among the rare miracles he had mastered in his limited time.

Kleine guided his puppet to the barrier and deliberately placed a monocle given to him by the original Amon over his right eye socket.

The internal Amon avatar adjusted his right monocle, glancing at Kleine with surprise—as if he hadn't anticipated such an alliance.

"It seems the original didn't capture him after he escaped the God-Forsaken Land."

"I even planted tricks on that Hanged Man's follower."

"Was there some external interference?"

He smiled and said,

"Interesting."

Amon's avatar reclaimed the "First Blasphemous Tablet" from Zhongli's barrier and, exploiting the barrier's preexisting cracks, stole the time that the barrier might have continued to exist.

In the instant Zhongli's barrier vanished, Amon, through Kleine's puppet wearing the monocle, leveraged fate's influence to successfully parasitize the puppet.

At that very moment, in a hidden location, the long-haired Amon adjusted his crystal-carved monocle and maximized the effect of the most basic light spell, "Purification," through a "loophole," severing the corruption's connection within this Sequence Two, near Sequence One avatar.

This avatar had retained little corruption to begin with—the corruption had been transferred to Zhongli; all that was needed was to sever the mystical link to the Fallen Mother Goddess.

"Holy light? This power is so useful," she murmured, eyes gleaming with excitement, as if she'd found a new toy, though she showed no overt emotion.

After synchronizing memories with the original, Amon's avatar tossed the "First Blasphemous Tablet" into the void.

Then, he glanced at Zhongli, whose talismans were nearly erased by the light, his face twisting into a grotesque mask, and smiled.

Above the Gray Mist.

Kleine immediately summoned the "Fool" card he had obtained from the Goddess of Night, absorbing it into himself; instantly, his state transformed.

Multicolored garments appeared on his body, a lavishly ornate headdress crowned his head, his aura now profoundly deep and terrifying, yet infused with humor and absurdity, presenting a strange, contradictory presence.

The Goddess of Night could not intervene at this critical moment, so acquiring the Fool card served as a logistical safeguard.

For Kleine, had external attacks not risked awakening "Anban Yu," he would have added the uniqueness of the Fool Path to his logistical inventory.

Now, Kleine's standing on the Source Altar neared that of a deity, and he then drew the unique essence of the Mystery Attendant and draped it over himself.

He gazed at the red star representing Zhongli, flicked his hand, and a paper doll rapidly thickened, swelled, and surged into the pulsating red star, thick with dense gray mist.

Following the connection, Kleine tapped the Source Altar's power, attempting to purge the black, crimson-tinged forces from Zhongli's spirit.

Amon sensed the changes in Zhongli: gray mist emerging from within his body resisted the corruption from the "Origin" and the Fallen Mother Goddess—but only held it at a stalemate.

He adjusted his monocle, exploiting the fate-linked path through which he had once transferred the corruption to Zhongli, and interfered with the gray mist inside Zhongli.

Amon began repeatedly stealing away portions of the corruption and returning them, disrupting the balance; he seized the loophole to amplify the gray mist's effect, while the holy light also flowed into Zhongli's body following the same corruption-transfer pattern.

Gradually, Zhongli's facial expression softened; his eyelashes twitched slightly.

(End of Chapter)

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