Chapter 210: Let the Light Be Great Again

Deep within the Land of Divine Abandonment

Ulothus sat slumped to one side, though crimson flesh grew from the shadows beneath the ground and spread over His body, He still kept His eyes gently closed in quiet prayer.

The power of the Path of Fate slowed the pollution converging along the shadows; though the pollution was not aimed at Him, Ulothus did not depart—instead, He subtly drew the target toward Himself, bearing part of the pollution for the True Creator.

Adam, half his face obscured by pale golden whiskers, walked slowly while clutching a silver crucifix over his chest, stopping before a colossal cross of truth and illusion, lifting his head to silently gaze at the inverted silhouette.

"You and I both know this day would come sooner or later," Adam said in his usual calm tone. "But just as when we faced betrayal, many things cannot proceed step by step as planned."

The True Creator did not answer; apart from the "Fallen" pollution He could suppress, the primordial consciousness within Him was being awakened, bit by bit.

"I can now confirm—he comes from beyond the universe," Adam said gently, pulling out a book with a red cover.

"For you, this is likely good news—that spirit still endures, in another world."

The True Creator stared at the Russian text on the book's cover, which transformed into an endless curtain stretching from heaven to earth; the curtain split open, revealing a dark void within, where phantom tides rose and fell.

Adam stood still, gazing toward a direction on the horizon; soon, a "meteor" streaked toward them, trailing a long flame-tail, and resonated with the things inside the curtain before even touching the ground.

The surface of the "Mirrors" Arodes glowed faintly; the boundless, viscous black ocean gradually receded, revealing beneath it crimson, wormlike organisms resembling veins or fascia, themselves existing between truth and illusion.

"It seems the first Desecrated Tablet must be used here," Adam said, letting the meteor fall and resonate with the outer edge of the Chaotic Sea.

As the first Desecrated Tablet sank into the black liquid, the pollution from the Fallen Mother Goddess was reversed and eroded; the fleshy masses and vessels rotted and decayed into black fluid, merging into the black sea.

The first Desecrated Tablet originated from "God," evolving from His body, possessing the Old Era rank.

The second Desecrated Tablet originated from the "Ancient Sun God," born from His corpse, nearing the Old Era rank.

Having finished this, Adam subtly moved his left hand, tossing Arodes toward Ulothus at the base of the giant cross; the vessels on His body rapidly retreated, retreating back into the shadows to lie dormant once more.

Adam held the second "Desecrated Tablet" in one hand, studied the black blood dripping from the inverted silhouette, and stepped forward toward the rift.

The shadow curtain immediately closed, leaving only the hundred-meter-tall cross standing where it was.

After Su Lin and Adam each reacted.

From the fissure concealed by the flesh mountain, three humanoid monsters—each composed of different wriggling worms—were "spit out" from the flesh mountain's body.

Crimson energy sketched a ritual in midair, as if an invisible giant hand seized the three worm-monsters of differing patterns; they simultaneously exploded into shimmering specks of light.

At this moment, the monsters born from the darkness of the Land of Divine Abandonment chanted together in a strange tongue:

"Great Gate of All Gates; Guide of the Endless Starry Heavens; Key to All Mystical Worlds."

"I beg you to answer, I beg you to descend upon this world…"

One by one, faint starlight-coalesced orbs rose from the crimson river used to suppress Lu Mingfei!

The monsters' flesh and spirits merged together; under the guidance of corrupt and fallen forces, the flesh seemed alive, writhing and entwining, gathering in midair to form a flesh gate.

Kleine's new puppet and Amon stood beside Zhongli, whose internal pollution had been preliminarily suppressed, listening to the strange language echoing in their ears, their faces showing no surprise.

Above the former Giant Wang Ting, the gate connecting to the Element of Light world and Zhongli's corrupted avatar vanished together.

Countless light elements coalesced into Su Lin's form; he slowly stepped forward from behind, his white-gold eyes fixed on the flesh mountain, and said:

"Though I considered the possibility that the Fallen Mother Goddess might bring Gate Master back to Earth, where did she obtain Abraham family blood?"

Kleine shook his head and said:

"I confirmed—the direct descendants of the Abraham family have not performed any related sacrifices."

Amon snorted, adjusting his crystal-carved monocle and said:

"Normally, a transcendental below the half-god level cannot hear Burtley's voice—but recently, someone opened a hole in the barrier. If I recall correctly—"

Shhh!

Su Lin drew both swords, indignant, and shouted at the flesh mountain:

"Damned Fallen Mother Goddess! I never imagined you planted so many backups on Earth!"

"Old Zhou, rest assured—I will protect this world!"

"Because I am the God of Light!"

With that, Su Lin nodded solemnly at Kleine, turned into light, and vanished instantly, charging straight toward the flesh mass controlled by the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Like a righteous pillar sacrificing everything for the survival of the world and the greater good!

At this moment, Su Lin felt his every action had been elevated—he was certain no God of Light in all the multiverse was kinder than him.

Cross-realm enforcement, safeguarding world peace.

"Aeightgreatagain!"

Chanting the slogan "Let the Light Be Great Again," Su Lin merged his two swords, gripped the thousand-meter-long blade of light now formed in both hands, and brought it down with crushing force upon the mountain-sized flesh mass.

Watching Su Lin's fervent battle, Kleine deliberately ignored the question of why the Fallen Mother Goddess possessed Abraham blood.

Kleine fell silent for two seconds, reached into the void, and pulled out the "Lu Mingze" he had once seen in the Dragon Clan world—the one fused with the Black King's body.

Unlike other historical projections, this one consumed spiritual energy.

"Prepare the World-Ending Word-Spell."

"Nah, forget it—go find your brother. No, your sister. Merge with him."

Of course, Kleine had no intention of destroying this planet; with the seal of the Land of Divine Abandonment intact, the ripples here would not reach the outside world—he merely intended to eliminate the soon-to-be-god Abraham.

Beside him, Amon regarded the black dragon with interest and said to Kleine:

"Indeed, a unique power system—just like Holy Light spells."

Kleine did not respond, but instead asked Amon:

"Aren't you going to try stealing Gate Master's godhood ritual?"

"This is a rare opportunity."

Amon showed slight surprise, then smiled:

"You seem to know a lot. Indeed, I had planned exactly that—even considered actively bringing Burtley in. But now—"

"Care to guess how I'll steal His godhood ritual?"

Kleine rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking: Amon had not yet used his true body to summon the offering for Gate Master, lowering the probability of stealing His godhood ritual—he must be waiting for an opening now.

"No guess!" Miss Kelaien directly rejected Amon's proposal.

Amon wasn't annoyed; he merely adjusted his monocle and smiled.

"What a pity—if you'd guessed right, I was going to help you return to male."

Miss Kelaien stiffened and said, "You change yourself back first, Young Lady Amon."

"I'll return to my original form naturally when I become Sequence 0. You, however, must wait until that Disaster's rage subsides." Amon shook his head, indifferent.

Just as Miss Kelaien prepared to control the puppet and make the historical projection vanish from this place, Zhongli's confused voice came from behind.

"Return to male?"

Miss Kelaien's pupils dilated; he turned toward the rear with difficulty.

Beside him, Amon chuckled and teased, "I forgot to tell you—half of the corruption inside Him has already been cleared. Enough for Him to stay conscious for now."

In the darkness, at the center of the fleshly gate, a strange starry land resembling an ancient forest was connected. Amidst the worship of countless beings, a colossal figure composed entirely of pure "light spheres" passed through the fleshly gate.

As soon as it passed through the fleshly gate, the light spheres began to collapse and layer. At the same time, the great door behind Zhongli's iron-black Wang Zuo burst open violently!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Whether in the Silver City, the Moon City, or other city-states, every window, door, and even the gates of sealed artifact storage rooms opened on their own!

The light spheres sought a qualitative change; they seemed to form a pattern of layered doors outside the fleshly gate. Gradually, the pattern became clear, its shape twisting and shifting, reflecting different planets and regions.

The godhood ritual had long been prepared. The three Sequence One peculiarities and the uniqueness of the Apprentice Path had already been absorbed by Mr. Door.

Now, this Angel King—who had been absent from Earth for a thousand years and journeyed through the stars for an eon—completed the final step of the ritual!

Above the valley fissure, the flesh mountain seemed to have fulfilled its purpose. Following Su Lin's destruction, it began compressing itself, crumbling continuously, merging with the crimson river that blocked Lu Mingfei and surging into the light spheres.

Layer upon layer of doors formed a figure. The moment He appeared, a tide of blood-red water transformed into a robe covering His body.

This was the Fallen Mother God's plan—He had been waiting for the right moment!

On one hand, under the spiritual influence of "The First," He corrupted the True Creator and the visitors from beyond this universe; on the other, He waited for the first Desecrated Tablet to be used within the Chaos Sea.

Below, "The Root of Disaster" was incomplete; above, "The Light" could not recreate its former miracle. The Lord of the Source Fortress, who hadn't even reached the divine level—

Even if the inheritor of the Chaos Sea reappeared after seizing control, all of these combined could not hinder Him.

In truth, the Fallen Mother God still feared the power beyond this universe. But unless He acted swiftly and seized the initiative, He could not restore His full Old Day status before the barrier lifted.

This was a desperate gamble. Awakening "The First" also carried great risk.

The blood-red robe swayed, and crimson moonlight mingled with black particles, spreading around.

Red lightning surging from below intertwined, forming a young man with crimson hair; the blazing white sword that had become endless light above suddenly condensed into a holy female human; the mountain-sized rock spear grew limbs and grotesque features, turning deliberately toward another direction.

He had transformed these three divine-level interferences into new lifeforms, but the moment they were born, they immediately lost control, mutating in directions outside His dominion.

This was the influence of "The First."

At that moment, the fleshly gate behind Him suddenly collapsed on its own, covering the body of Mr. Door, making Him appear as if transformed into another person.

Within Mr. Door's body, within the endless gate connecting to the stars—

An object, primarily silver-white with a touch of crimson, resembling a bird's nest, crossed countless light-years to enter Mr. Door's body and fuse with Him.

This was one of the Fallen Mother God's hidden measures left in the stars—a mother nest cut off countless eons ago.

The life nature and yin power within this mother nest were stable, for it had been arranged by Him when His Source Essence was still complete.

After His Source Essence was torn apart by the awakening of "The First," the birth of life and the emergence of yin power throughout the universe underwent certain mutations.

This incomplete Source Essence was slowly fusing with Mr. Door. At the moment Mr. Door achieved godhood, He would become the Fallen Mother God Himself!

As the layered doors neared complete overlap and the Source Essence was about to be absorbed by Mr. Door—

Without warning, circular arrays rose, blotting out the sun and moon. A six-winged figure composed entirely of pure, radiant light appeared at the very top.

Su Lin held the symbolic spear of light and, beneath the crimson-and-black-divided full moon, launched "The First Ray of Light at Creation's Dawn."

Behind Him, the gates of His divine realm opened wide. Infinite light elements nearly covered the entire God-Forsaken Land—even the most barren regions were no longer dark.

The previously mutated crimson-haired youth, the holy female, and the animated rock spear vanished silently from this world.

Then, all the light instantly collapsed into a singularity.

Amid violent spatial tremors, infinite holy light erupted—blazing, brilliant, and scorching.

The world lost all sound; heaven and earth lost all color, leaving only pure white.

Mr. Door struggled, directing this overwhelming light through the Gate of All Gates toward the boundless stars to reduce the damage inflicted by this force akin to a "natural enemy."

A colossal celestial star, carrying light flames so condensed they could purify the Abyss, descended directly from infinite heights.

Mr. Door's cloak trembled—he realized His incomplete rank could not grant this celestial star the concept of "life."

Before Mr. Door could use another trick to banish it into the stars, the celestial star performed a spatial leap, flashing to the abyss below Mr. Door's valley.

The earth split open. A gravitational pull emanated from the celestial star that had leapt past Him, dragging Bertilia Abraham and Him toward the planet's core, toward the "Chaos Sea" that embraced all colors and all possibilities.

Under these circumstances, the overlapping doors and light spheres visibly halted, striving desperately to alter the situation!

A single black particle suddenly drifted into the pure white world. Illusory crimson tides surged violently from the gaps between the doors, resisting both the light and the pull.

A furious, terrifying roar echoed. A hand, white as jade and resembling a woman's, squeezed out from behind the door. The giant hand swelled and extended endlessly, reaching toward Su Lin at the highest point.

Moreover, that same sense of repulsion returned—Su Lin's true body was once again expelled from the Historical Mist.

But this time, Su Lin "was not panicked"; he instinctively pulled up the exchange option for 【The First Alarm Clock】 in his System Store.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei and the historical projection of "Lu Mingze" had completed fusion. Before Su Lin, a fire giant appeared out of thin air.

He swung his fist and blasted away the Fallen Mother God's giant hand. As if answering the furious roar beyond the door, he roared loudly—

"Ora!"

The Mystery Arc is nearly concluding. I need to carefully plan the ending. If my work situation improves next month, I'll try restoring two updates per day.

Post first, revise later. I'm truly grateful for everyone's reminders about typos—I've checked thoroughly, yet mistakes still slip through, haha.

(End of Chapter)