Chapter 340

The system points are continuously rising; just from the moment Su Lin began piloting the Emiya Gundam to now, the expenses from the earlier banquet have already been largely recouped.

"I never really noticed before, but this must be what's called fate weight."

In that instant, Su Lin and Weigong Shilang both carried the mindset of saving the world—yes, Weigong Shilang's words were too moving, and Su Lin also longed to become a "Justice Partner."

This oil field—no, a mine… no, Type-Moon—this world's fate shall be guarded by him!

Weigong Shilang (Su Lin) raised the Azure Jade Xuanyu Sword; their thoughts aligned perfectly. Since they had reached the final moment, there was no need to hold back.

Law of Heaven and Earth Manifestation

Like primordial chaos unfolding, a towering figure replaced the sky and stepped into This World, its body composed of golden radiance, ten thousand zhang tall, like a divine being descending upon the mortal realm.

"The sword is the foremost of all weapons; I am the king of all arms."

Those artifacts, reconstructed from aether and symbolizing glorious and ignoble histories, spun around him, ringing sharply, rising and sinking like dense swarms of flies, while his skin shimmered with divine light, his white-gold eyes outshining sun and moon as they cast judgment upon the mortal world.

"Advance with one sword, retreat with one sword—I wield but one sword. Who can stand against it?"

An endless stream of spiritual energy flooded into the sword, swirling and ebbing, and the scene of a universe being born and split open appeared before all living beings.

Ancient and dark, stars were born, stars were destroyed—as if ten trillion years of time were condensed into a single instant.

Weigong Shilang became the sovereign of this universe; an overwhelming, boundless, vast, and supreme sensation enveloped the beings of this world, and those in the Parallel World who watched this anomaly.

Nearly half the Heroic Spirits abandoned resistance, staring blankly upward at that tide of starlight, at the king guarded by countless sword weapons.

Sword qi crisscrossed, sweeping all directions—like grasses swept into the azure star-sea tide. Whether legendary figures from history or demigods from myths, all Servants gathered within a thousand li were reduced to their most fundamental spiritual particles in a single strike.

"I am the Sword Emperor; I command all swords to return to one." Weigong Shilang opened his left hand; a strange fire lotus flew out and floated beside him. The artifacts forcibly controlled by the Character "Soldier" art all flew into the fire lotus and vanished.

Meanwhile, near the open Parallel World portal above, the spectral shadows of Heroic Spirits rapidly formed and flew toward the dimension-magic breach in near-suicidal haste.

"When I attain the rank of Sword God, all destinies, karmic ties, grudges, joys, sorrows, partings, and reunions shall be severed, freeing the future from bondage."

Golden light dyed the clouds, magnificent enough to make one instinctively hold their breath. That towering figure stood upon an ocean like sapphire, sky and sea one color, golden lotuses blazing, as if creating heaven and earth, manifesting from formlessness.

Golden lotuses rose from the sea's surface, dewdrops clinging to their lotus leaves, dazzling and radiant.

A gentle breeze passed, and each golden lotus bloomed, full of vitality—but the Heroic Spirits fell from the sky; upon closer look, their eyes were hollow, as if eternally lost in confusion with no escape.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

From infinite heights came the distant, ancient chime of a primordial bell; five six-winged seraphim pierced through layers of spacetime and descended into reality. Their forms were ethereal, faces unseen, yet they flew toward the Great Holy Grail, wrapping it in their wings.

"In accordance with the primordial pact, when you awaken from endless reincarnation, the wheel of fate shall turn."

"The scars of the Cataclysm of Destruction shall now heal."

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"You bunch of dishonorable bastards!" Su Lin cursed: "What are you trying to do to my employees!? Get the hell out!"

"Shut up, you slave!" Ye Fan replied bluntly: "I'm the boss! When my employees are in trouble, I step in myself!"

"Why does only you get to steal the spotlight!" Xiao Yan shoved Su Lin's spiritual consciousness aside: "Ye Fan, wait! Let me throw the Buddha's Wrath Lotus first! Where's the bathroom?! Where the hell is the bathroom?!"

"Then you guys have the guts to not use the power I provided!" Su Lin still tried to drown out these guys hogging the driver's seat: "I paid real money!"

"Make way! This is the perfect moment to sever past and future!" Meng Qi recalled the feeling of squeezing onto a bus in his past life—his office drone DNA made him feel right at home: "Let me roar through the Six Realms! Hey, who's pulling me? Line up properly!"

"His movie persona isn't suited for severing the past—let me." Kleine's consciousness pushed through the crowd and reminded:

"The control loading progress is already at 99%. Meng Qi, since this is your first time joining a group meetup, I'm giving you the first beta access."

Hearing Kleine's words, the others broke away and rushed toward Lu Mingfei, who was squatting beside the metallic sphere waiting for server launch.

Group chat

Star: "Why can't I chant 'Mighty and glorious spirit, obey my command, strike without mercy!'? That line fits perfectly."

Yi Leina: "Congratulations, you're famous now."

Penglai Shan Huiye: "Congratulations on breaking past the TOP rank—your new satellite's launched! Aim to land soon!"

Song Shuhang: "Some wear masks, some return to their true selves—isn't that also a kind of manifesting divinity before mortals?"

Weigong Shilang: "I don't care anymore."

Weigong Shilang: "But for some reason, I feel strangely exhilarated."

Zhang Chu'an: "After all, human nature is about showing off. Dammit! Even though I hate the spotlight, even I can't help being tempted by this kind of spectacle!"

Weigong Shilang: "Mr. Kleine, can you please stop bringing up the movie? There've been enough misunderstandings."

Kleine: "Isn't that the movie version you cosplayed? Don't worry—I'm just doing a divination for that girl's condition. Your world's already a mess anyway. Compared to this, first figure out how to make your world's suppressor stop."

Zhongli: "Building a channel to kidnap other worldlines is a good idea, but the other side is also trying to dismantle it."

Zijin Shenlong: "Aowu! Find a way to catch that invisible, intangible thing and beat the crap out of it—Dragon Elder's Dragon Fist is already starving for a fight!"

Li Huowang: "Is the server launching soon? … Wait a moment, I'll be there after I finish here."

Lu Mingfei: "Server's live already. How do you use this thing again? Su Lin, come take a look."

Su Lin walked straight to Lu Mingfei's side and said: "Can't you just talk to me from three meters away without typing? Do you want to die?"

He took the metallic sphere from Lu Mingfei's hand, saw the loading completion displayed inside, and infused his spiritual energy into it.

Administrator permission verified successfully.

Fourth Catastrophe Simulator 1.0 welcomes your use.

A strange logo appeared before his eyes, followed by familiar text guidance, accompanied by a user-friendly, foolproof tutorial.

The player's physical body's energy is supplied by the world's primordial source; each time the player dies, their data backup is recorded deep within this world, while the player's true self may exist in other worlds, requiring only a trace of true spirit or soul information.

The control device functions as a relay station; essentially, the player's consciousness does not reside in the other world—the control station triggers a clone of the body deep within the implanted world, and the player controls the cloned body via signal relay from the control device.

The body originates from the world's primordial source, so upon destruction, it returns to the world; resurrection means creating a new body.

Power can be transmitted via projection, or the player may relearn powers compatible with that world through the physical body.

The forum backend's personal panel includes bodily sensation adjustments—all these basic functions are present.

The Shangcheng is empty; the administrator must list items themselves.

Su Lin skipped over the information he had already previewed, and took out a newly manufactured, technologically styled metal helmet from the control device.

Under Lu Mingfei's expectant gaze, he took the helmet and walked to Meng Qi beside Lu Mingfei, placing it upon Meng Qi's head as if bestowing a coronation.

"Wuliang Yuanhuang Tianzun," Su Lin bowed with clasped hands: "I entrust the pathfinding to you."

"Excellent, excellent," Meng Qi bowed back with clasped hands, then sat aside—but as he signed the user agreement, he realized: "What does 'pathfinding' mean?"

"This world needs heroes," Su Lin said solemnly. "And you, my friend, are a true hero."

"Can we stop being cryptic?!" Meng Qi's lip twitched. "Just say it outright—I'll stab myself in both sides for a friend! When I don't want to think, let me conserve my brain cells."

Yi Bo Yun Tian Xiao Meng is no joke.

Ye Fan chuckled and walked over from the side: "According to speculation, you may have either a stroke of fortune or a crisis."

Meng Qi was startled: "Is there no option for something ordinary?!"

Kleine nodded: "Whether you can do as you please this time depends on you."

Purple clouds churned, purple qi swirled, celestial music drifted, real yet illusory, dreamlike yet waking.

The sea of clouds was filled with beautiful flower trees; among them stood several quiet courtyards. Looking deeper, majestic palaces emerged and vanished amid mist, real yet illusory.

Around him was a cold so piercing it felt like an ice cave; Meng Qi's muscles tensed as he walked step by step through this fairyland. Logically, he could now battle a Fa Shen, yet here he still felt as if bathed in a mountain stream's icy spring.

These jinxes.

"I knew they had no good intentions—what can I do? Even though little Meng is an honest man—Achoo!!!"

Upon reflection, precisely during these past few days, Su Lin had sent him many items accelerating cultivation progress; back then, he had nearly wept with gratitude, almost moved to burn incense and swear brotherhood with this Su family member.

Meng Qi shuddered—this cold was clearly unnatural. Even with his senses dialed to minimum, it still chilled him; if this were his true physical body, it might damage his marrow.

He began practicing the Yuan Shi Jin Zhang and Ba Jiu Xuan Gong, quickening his pace toward the heights where countless fairy palaces loomed.

Stepping upon the colorful cloud stairs, the heavenly winds above carried distinct laws—even immortals here would be blinded by the gales.

When the heavenly winds passed, a towering figure appeared beside Meng Qi: two pairs of radiant wings sprouted from his back, his face dark blue, his hair vermilion, his eyes blazing like bronze bells.

Lei Zhenzi? Meng Qi's heart jolted. Seeing the figure staring fixedly at him, his mind raced.

What should he say now?

"Comrade, hello?" "Accidentally wandered here?" "Where's the toilet?" "Yang Jian is my junior." No, no.

His appearance here must have been orchestrated by this world's hidden force—perhaps this figure had come to meet him.

"Tianzun," Lei Zhenzi bowed with clasped hands.

"." Meng Qi blinked, then gave a slight nod.

Lei Zhenzi spread his wings again, preparing to depart.

"Wait," Meng Qi spoke.

Lei Zhenzi halted immediately, respectfully asking: "Please, Tianzun, give your order."

Meng Qi: "How do I reach Yu Xu Gong?"

"Tianzun, may I really go now?" Lei Zhenzi rubbed his head. "I'm due to give a public lecture at the Fairyland Academy."

"Go," Meng Qi nodded, exhaling as he watched the figure vanish in a whirlwind of thunder and wind.

Now, facing the gates of Yu Xu Gong, he hesitated.

Does this world have my projection?! Impossible.

If I had already attained Legend status, this situation would make sense—but why, at this timeline, would Lei Zhenzi mistake me for Yuan Shi Tianzun?

Seeing the group's toxic predictions—"This is guaranteed," "Get ready to do as you please," "Big boss, let me cling to your leg"—though a small pride stirred inside, he still had no idea what was happening.

Forget it. Since it's not my true body, if the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up.

Meng Qi thought for a moment, then pushed open the door directly.

Unlike the Yu Xu Gong he had seen in the Realms of Divine Appointment, this Yu Xu Gong was dim and murky, chaotic and primal, in its original state.

The stones beneath his feet seemed to seal a dark starry void; above, however, stretched a clear, azure sky—entirely unlike the fairy palaces outside.

Scanning the area, he spotted a Daoist seated upon a "line" at the boundary between darkness and clarity. Before him stood a white writing desk, facing away from Meng Qi.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and bowed toward the figure: "Tianzun."

Long moments passed with no response. Meng Qi lifted his head, gathered courage, and stepped forward.

But the closer he approached the Daoist's back, the more his eyelids twitched—until he saw the face, strikingly similar to his own profile, he instantly used a teleportation technique to appear before the desk.

Unexpectedly,

No one was there.

Meng Qi froze. He scanned the surroundings, confirmed he hadn't misseen, then cautiously circled the desk.

Only when he reached a certain angle did the Daoist's figure reappear—startling him into a half-step backward.

"Tianzun?"

Still no response.

Meng Qi's heart stirred—he shifted his position several steps.

As expected, when he stood directly before it, he saw nothing.

The white writing desk was neither wood nor jade, resembling resin but with a deep, somber hue. Now focusing on it, Meng Qi noticed a scroll of jade tablets resting upon it.

He picked up the scroll, untied the cord, and the first line met his eyes—Who is Yuan Shi?

Meng Qi felt he had grasped something, understood the reason; a sense of clarity arose as he gazed upon the vast Yu Xu Gong—no longer alien, but subtly familiar.

He stepped forward, seated himself cross-legged in midair, taking the empty position before the desk, and smiled:

"I am Yuan Shi."

The scroll flipped to its end, glowing faintly. Moments later, the images of the Chaldea group appeared upon it—Emiya Shirou stood sword in hand, suspended in midair.

Vast void

Three figures bowed to Yuan Huang Su Meng ahead of them; after exchanging smiles, they dissolved into light and merged into the boundless void of infinite dimensions.

The Three Primordial Qi of Xuan, Yuan, and Shi give birth to all things, yet their origin is one.

(End of Chapter)