Chapter 335: Inhibitor? How Many Divisions Does the Inhibitor Have?

"You say that like you're going to buy a ticket? Uh—" Zhang Chuyang nearly cried: "Tianzun, let me go back and tell the Old Heaven Master to set up a few tables—do you prefer beer or white liquor?"

"Amitabha Buddha. Though I've left Lingshan, I still uphold the precepts—hey, Zhang Chuyang! Wake up!!" Meng Qi lifted the paralysis spell and saw Zhang Chuyang lying flat on the ground; he touched his lips and said to the others:

"I was joking."

Su Lin: "."

Look around—who's laughing? Oh, the lord of Heaven's capital is laughing heartily.

Ye Fan posted in the chat group: "Why are you all panicking? Meng Qi has already severed the connection; he just came by to say hello—how rude of you."

That's what the group messages said, but Ye Fan's face bore a clear smile.

Meng Qi told Ye Fan the situation, but Ye Fan didn't alert anyone else—he just wanted to see how panicked this bunch would look.

"Your mindset won't do on the path of the strong. You still need to temper your Dao heart," Ye Fan said with exasperation: "Look at Su Lin and Song Shuhang—they're calm. Impressive, Teacher Tony."

Song Shuhang made no move, because the White Zunzhe beside him hadn't left.

"Heh." Su Lin, having endured so much, now had a strong heart; he tucked the 'One-Minute Taiyi Jin Xian' card back into his bag and met Meng Qi's gaze.

Meng Qi chuckled, pulling out the Skyblue Jade Xuanyu Sword and returning it to Su Lin: "Your upgrade speed these past days has been faster than a rocket—too bad, the seals behind aren't left by Yuan Shi Tianzun, so they can't be analyzed with the Yuan Shi Jin Zhang."

Unlike when it was lent out, the sword now carried lush, pine-like vitality, yet a fierce, bloodthirsty killing intent constantly clashed with it.

Su Lin stared blankly at the Skyblue Jade Xuanyu Sword, now freed of three layers of seals, walked to the window ledge, and gazed at the star-fallen sky of the Divine City, searching among the star-strewn heavens.

"No passing cultivators."

"Old Ma!"

"Dispel the formation and open a window."

The instant the defensive formation lifted, he suddenly slashed upward at the sky.

In an instant, the great saints and powerful clans stationed in the Divine City awoke simultaneously, all turning their gazes toward the Ye Zhetian Trading House.

Azure sword qi, interwoven with starlight, surged upward, swirling the sea of starlight and cleaving the heavens in two; all colors merged into it, surging and sweeping, until every starlight condensed into a single thread, transforming into a symbol of annihilation and flying toward the stars.

Su Lin flicked his wrist, forming a sword flourish, then guided the Skyblue Jade Xuanyu Sword to draw forth that sword qi.

Silent and invisible, the sword qi erupted with dazzling, colorful light like the Big Bang, spiritual aura falling like rain, inch by inch.

"6" Got an UR weapon.

Su Lin turned, ignoring how the factions that had been spying on this trading house—those who had hunted the Divine King Jiang Taixu—reacted; he left behind a legendary silhouette: one hand behind his back, sword in hand, then the formation sealed shut.

Ye Fan's eyes gleamed, fixed unblinkingly on Su Lin's Skyblue Jade Xuanyu Sword.

"Lend me a few…"

"No."

Others gradually returned from other worlds; upon hearing Meng Qi had arrived, even those not in Ye Fan's world rushed over. Only after Han Li finally sat down did everyone resume watching the "Emiya Shirou's Rise to Fame," chatting idly.

Zhong Li looked curiously at Meng Qi and asked: "Can you now sever your connection with the Demon Buddha?"

Zhong Li's question was what everyone wanted to know.

Meng Qi was the Demon Buddha's true fish; as the Final Calamity approached, the seals loosened, and the Demon Buddha Anan began interfering. In the original fate, Meng Qi wouldn't sever the connection until ten years later.

But at that time, after Gu Xiaosang's death, Meng Qi spent ten years fermenting pain, ten years enduring torment, ten years meditating in stillness before severing past and future.

"I haven't fully mastered the mark of the King's Absolute Blade. Though I can borrow the Emperor's Sword and have the notable Skyblue Jade Xuanyu Sword, logically, when facing Anan of the Six Realms' Samsara in ten years, many conditions are indispensable—and they can't be replicated at this time point."

Meng Qi smiled slightly, explaining his current state:

"But my growth is fast enough—so fast that the Demon Buddha hasn't reacted yet, and even if he has, he lacks the conditions to interfere, because this isn't ten years from now."

"The Six Realms aren't united. For whatever reason, when they realize it, I'm already out of control. Those with grudges against Anan will push the current. The stronger I become, the less complete Anan becomes."

"I owe this to Brother Su Lin's time artifact, which works in the subordinate worlds of the Real World—it gave me enough time to assimilate the sealed power within me. Though by Real World standards I have no Fa Shen cultivation, I've now fully mastered the Yuan Shi inheritance of Gao Tian Yuan World and, through deeper Yuan Shi Jin Zhang, obtained the Xuanyu inheritance from the Six Realms Warring States World."

"Not a Fa Shen, yet better than one. At the Grand Master realm, my acupoints resemble Fa Shen level—layered universes within, five viscera and six bowels fused with the Yuan Shen manifestation演绎 all heavens, one true spirit symbolizing the root of the Dao."

Of course, this was also thanks to Gu Xiaosang's help in shielding me from the Demon Buddha—but what kind of help? That I can't say.

"Su Lin gave you a time artifact?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed: "He's so generous—did you sell your soul?"

Meng Qi's expression froze: "You're the one who sold your soul!"

"Yeah, I did," Lu Mingfei nodded matter-of-factly: "Didn't I say so before?"

Su Lin patted Kleine's shoulder and gave Lu Mingfei a meaningful glance.

"Yes, boss."

Kleine nodded; his true body pulled a sack from the Historical Gap, stepped from history into reality, and shoved Lu Mingfei straight into the sack, dragging him into the Historical Glow.

Meng Qi: "."

Did he get sold to Southeast Asia? Has human trafficking become this rampant since 2014?

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan chuckled: "Anyway, congratulations—you can finally roam around freely."

Meng Qi sighed helplessly; Lu Mingfei's antics had shattered the solemn mood.

What do you mean 'roam'? I'm not some street loafer.

I can't deny I'm deeply curious—but compressing ten years of hard cultivation into an instant, blossoming like a fleeting crane with the aid of countless opportunities, all to reach the distant multiverse as soon as possible.

Those injustices, those resentments—only greater strength can soothe them.

And incidentally, present the most handsome Yuan Shi Tianzun to the multiverse.

"Technically, if energy supply keeps up with consumption, Weigong Shilang's current issue isn't serious—those royal divine weapons alone could make the Servants summoned by the Inhibitors meet their end," Ye Fan analyzed, watching Weigong Shilang slaying enemies while cradling a girl on the livestream.

"But the replenishment is mana—fine for mass-producing artifacts, but his own divine power, cultivation energy, and physical body can't match normal consumption; otherwise, all nine divine weapons would crush everything."

Han Li looked at the space tunnel appearing above the Great Void: "The formation has major flaws—I said before, he relies too much on artifacts as formation cores and lacks mastery over the Five Elements."

"A Lunhai cultivator, a Nascent Soul, a human alchemist, trained for only two and a half years—and now he's fighting his planet's Inhibitor? You still think this OP isn't enough?" Su Lin scoffed: "Now the GM's detected it and is banning him."

"Is this cheating?" Kleine laid out tarot cards neatly on the table: "Compared to you all, I think this is just normal human speed."

"What are you talking about, you thing that became a three-year demon god and five-year Elder God?" Lu Mingfei was kicked out of the Historical Gap by Su Lin's true body and glared fiercely at Kleine.

Zhang Chuyang's face was expressionless: "Stop being Ye Fan. Ye Fan's dead. Even 'Ye Fan Fan' is in jail."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan and Zhang Chuyan exchanged a glance and sighed: "Indeed."

These people's styles are completely different.

"Didn't expect this guy actually went after Illya." Xing: "Looks like he finished them off—does that mean it's over?"

"From my experience of pulling three straight days and nights without sleep to save Human History 2.5, this is just the first wave." Hourai Mountain Kaguya shook her head: "He has no countermeasures against the Olympus Lostbelt—these Servants are all replicable Consumables."

"Chaldea did act. But from their standpoint, they weren't wrong." Zhongli rested his right hand on his chin, thinking:

"By universal reason, for those who sustain the General Human History, destroying the Grand Grail is indeed the best choice."

"The constraint on Weigong Shilang lies in his unwillingness to inflict substantial harm upon the planet that sustains human life."

Just as life entails competition, history has victors and losers. The "present" is the history of the victors who made correct choices and achieved correct prosperity—this is called the General Human History.

Normally, the formation of a Lostbelt requires an Imaginary Tree—that is the core of a Lostbelt.

Initialize the planet, create a new myth. Absorb mana from the ley lines.

Without an Imaginary Tree, invasion of reality is impossible. The key stone that filters the phenomenon of Lost History exists at the center of the Lostbelt.

But now, Weigong Shilang

is a living human-shaped Imaginary Tree. His actions have completed the Third Magic, never realized since the Age of Gods, opening a path to the Root—thus creating a new myth.

"And then there's the Root Vortex." Zhongli lowered his right hand and tapped the table lightly:

"It lies outside the timeline, recording all possible pasts, presents, and futures of the universe, and is also the origin of all phenomena—the cause of all things."

"It shares similarities with the 'Dao' described in the 'Xici' chapter of the Book of Changes."

"No wonder the Suppressors reacted so strongly—Gilgamesh's move is an open strategy."

"Formless above? Called Dao? What does that mean?" The Purple-Gold Dragon asked, bewildered.

Bai Zunzhe, who had been watching the projection from Song Shuhang, chuckled softly, causing the Purple-Gold Dragon to freeze for a moment.

Bai Zunzhe looked at everyone and said:

"Formless above is called Dao; formless below is called Qi."

"In Daoist thought, Dao is the origin of the universe, transcending all existence."

"All worldly phenomena—including concepts of time and space—are part of the formless below, the Qi. The path to the Root, in other words, is the path to the origin of the universe."

Su Lin, upon hearing this, curled his lips into a faint smile, which quickly vanished.

Beside him, Miss Kelaien lowered his top hat, interlacing his fingers on his knees.

The Purple-Gold Dragon's jaw hung open—he had read Weigong Shilang's rough history and knew what the Holy Grail War was.

Do humans in that world really play such big ambitions?!

"But no one who went to that world's Root ever returned. Gaia and Alaya seem to have set up obstacles along the way." Song Shuhang sighed: "Otherwise, it would've truly been an opportunity for Weigong Shilang. Now it seems he merely wanted to help Illya complete the Third Magic."

"Aowu!" The Purple-Gold Dragon roared, his eyes red: "Damn it, is this dragon bullying too far?! Blocking a path to the Dao is like killing one's parents! Isn't this worth a full-on strike?!"

Ye Fan smiled and asked: "You're going? Might as well lend a hand."

The Purple-Gold Dragon puffed thick breaths from his nostrils, his eyes darting as if thinking deeply. After a long while, he grinned at Miss Kelaien: "Lend me one 'Yesterday Reenactment'! If I can't get in, I can still run away."

Miss Kelaien nodded and tossed out a talisman.

"Even the Purple-Gold Dragon is willing to go—look at you!" Ye Fan slammed his hand on the table, scolding Su Lin:

"Did Gaia and Alaya scare the guts out of you? He's one of our group's Top Ten Outstanding Employees—do you even know his annual KPI?!"

"Suppressors? How many divisions do they have to make me afraid to cast Forbidden Spells over there?" Su Lin opened his eyes, propping his head up with one hand on the chair arm, legs crossed:

"I'm showing respect to my Ye Ge—His domain, after all, warrants caution."

"Besides, Weigong Shilang is holding his own."

Miss Kelaien glanced at Su Lin and said:

"Simply put, the infringing party is over there—he's been treated like a god in two worlds, playing with crosses and holy light all day. It's impossible not to get tangled up."

"And judging by his current situation, he's not the only one being infringed upon."

"You're not any better, Azathoth." Su Lin said to Miss Kelaien: "Go say hi to Yog-Sothoth? Maybe there's even a maid outfit Nyarlathotep—perfect, since you've got no girlfriend, hahaha."

The merciless roast turned everyone's gaze toward Su Lin and Miss Kelaien.

Miss Kelaien: "You go, I go."

Su Lin: "You're such a coward?"

Miss Kelaien: "My courage exceeds all of yours."

Su Lin: "Laughable. Who doesn't know the reputation of your three cowards? You all weigh in—is he really claiming to be brave, hahaha?"

The two over there traded barbs, and Meng Qi felt he hadn't entered the Multiverse—he'd wandered into the sixth-grade chat group of Zhetian North District Public Elementary School.

Are you two elementary schoolers?

"You're both equally bad." Ye Fan's lip twitched. He glanced at Weigong Shilang's current state and said directly: "If you've got guts, when the Root's gate opens, bring back the origin of the universe."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan looked helplessly at the two: "I'm not saying this to be harsh, but if you two cowards ever dare lead a charge into the tower, I'll give you the entire Dan Alliance."

"No way, Lao Zhou—what do we do? They seem to have a stereotype about us." Su Lin shook his head, looking uncomfortable: "Is there some misunderstanding here?"

"Pride and prejudice." Miss Kelaien nodded: "What about the rest of you? Do you all think this way? Let's make a bet—I'll be the bookie. Bet on whether we dare lead the charge toward the Root."

"Stop messing around." Ye Fan rolled his eyes. "What are you two dragging this into now?" He said casually: "I bet you won't."

"Bet one year's income from your Zhetian Trading Company? Plus six pieces of Creation Gold. Zhongli, be our witness." Su Lin raised an eyebrow: "You think I won't just storm over there?"

"Pfft." Ye Fan waved his hand: "Do as you please."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Miss Kelaien had already used his Puppet to approach every attendee, asking what they'd bet.

Why do I have a bad feeling? Why is he even running a gambling den?

"I bet you'll go." Song Shuhang felt he had nothing valuable to wager, so he turned to Bai Zunzhe: "Master Bai, could you lend me some Spirit Stones?"

"Heh, interesting. Then I'll bet the same as Shuhang—ten thousand Spirit Stones." Bai Zunzhe smiled: "Shuhang, how much are you borrowing?"

Song Shuhang: "I just wanted a thousand. Now I want ten thousand."

"OK, Song Shuhang bets a thousand." Kleine nodded and turned to leave, while all the puppets said: "Bets closed, no more wagers accepted."

"Hey you two old liars—" Ye Fan glared at Su Lin's original form emerging from the historical fissure, watching as the man tossed aside his quilt and stretched: "That's the world's primordial source—where the hell did you two get the guts?!"

"Haven't you heard?" Su Lin adjusted his clothes and shoved his hands into his pockets: "The Fortune Teller profession, you know..."

He pulled a metallic spherical object from his system inventory.

"They both possess the duality of boldness and cowardice."

Su Lin smiled at the crowd before him, when at that moment, Weigong Shilang in the livestream withdrew a metallic artifact forged from an unknown alloy—a cylindrical object marked with black straight lines distributed horizontally and vertically, like seams.

"Why does that thing feel familiar?" Ye Fan pointed at the air before him, his sense of dread intensifying; suddenly, he recalled someone's commentary during their side job as an announcer:

"Isn't that thing supposed to make the World Consciousness feel nauseated and trigger rejection?!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan also realized something—he asked in disbelief: "Fine, the planetary consciousness I can accept, but do you really want the World Consciousness to hunt down Weigong Shilang?!"

"The Fourth Catastrophe Simulator?!" Meng Qi recognized the object—he'd seen it during the banquet via Su Lin's livestream.

"Weigong Shilang was reluctant at first, but now it seems the Inhibitor made a good man angry." Kleine walked up to Su Lin with the contract certified by Zhongli, turned to the crowd, tilted his head slightly, and smiled:

"Most of you didn't dare bet—sorry for always acting so cowardly."

Su Lin took the contract, stowed it in his backpack, and grinned with an exaggerated smile:

"I coated it with Creation Gold."

(End of Chapter)