Chapter 344: Yuan Shi, Yan Di, Tian Di

Although it was a ritual, Zhang Chuyang merely floated the "God-Smiting Whip" three inches above his head.

He set up an altar with incense and candles, but no offerings, talismans, scrolls, fasting, or sacrificial rites appeared—likely to avoid revealing his methods to insiders, he kept it simple.

If you ask why I say this,

Who ever summons a deity and wraps themselves in a Jin Guang Spell?

"The incense sinks heavy, answering heaven and earth; burning pure fragrance pierces the gates of heaven."

"I offer my true nature, my soul's devotion; one thought of incense fills the sand realms, my smoke permeates all ten directions."

He suddenly rose, and the bronze bell swayed, emitting a clear, melodious sound that echoed across the battlefield.

After reciting the incantation he'd scoured from some obscure, unknown search engine, golden light erupted violently from Zhang Chuyang's body, swirling into a golden tornado.

"Disciple, heir of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters' Sect, humbly invoke the Jade Pure, Purple Void, High Supreme, Primordial Emperor, Great Dao Lord."

At the same time.

In the Jade Pure Palace, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in empty space, glancing at the names of the two livestreams: "The Lightning on Your Spear Is My Eternal Faith" and "Day of Divine Wrath."

The one-eyed deity walked amid the symphony of calamity and thunder, as if the final battle of the gods' twilight had returned once more.

Beneath the reflection of the Divine Nation Tree, the Creator walked through the toxic blood forged by the Star Apostles, strolling calmly toward the source of corruption, feet not touching ground, each step leaving mud—yet the curse capable of devouring planets left no trace upon him.

Thus, Meng Qi turned his head to glance at the Jade Pure Palace behind him, and a smile curled on his lips.

Character items loaded.

As for whether chaos might break out?

Who cares? Every divine system below is already forming squads! Isn't it reasonable for the East to send a representative?

He donned his helmet and vanished into the void—humanity had suffered long under Western fantasy; for the glory of the Immortal Realm.

The sky suddenly darkened, deep and unfathomable, space rippled like water, transforming into the purest, most primal chaos.

Splash—clear water sounds rang out.

A phantom river appeared, filling every corner of heaven and earth, washing away the thick, corrupting magical essence that sought to rot all things.

A sensation of moist nourishment arose, but this grace did not last long—the heavens overturned, as if some terrifying entity had slammed against the celestial dome, about to descend from another dimension.

At first, only a crack.

Gradually, the crack widened, and seven-colored auspicious auroras emerged from the fissure, bathing the earth—even the Jade Zhan Shield, which protected all living beings, could not block these auroras from seeping through.

When the earth was filled with misty radiance, as magnificent and brilliant as the Immortal Realm, boundless light, boundless life.

Yet the sky shattered like a glass mirror; within the fragments reflecting all things of the world, beings saw an endless universe, teeming with countless galaxies and star systems.

Chaos swirled, and a Daoist sat within it, behind him a celestial palace of divine towers; above his seat, three ancient characters were inscribed: "Jade Pure Palace," solemn, weighty, eternal.

In but a moment, the Jade Pure Palace and the Daoist crossed the star-sea illusion and appeared upon the battlefield.

For a moment, even "God Odin" and "God" were stunned.

Especially Mr. God—Su Lin watched Meng Qi's Jade Pure Palace, standing still, turning back to gaze, even as the UO from Pluto struck him, he did not turn.

What kind of move is this? For the first time since joining the group, Su Lin felt a sense of crisis.

As the saying goes, like repels like, one mountain cannot hold two tigers; if you manifest your glory and I manifest mine, whoever manifests less becomes mere backdrop.

"This youth is terrifying."

Behind Su Lin, countless light wings layered and unfolded; in an instant, innumerable light elements emerged from the cosmic painting and surrounded him.

He gazed at the Daoist in blue robes, whose face had now become clear from the chaotic mist—his features were handsome, temples streaked with white, his eyes deep and bottomless, profound enough to contain all things.

"My greatest enemy!"

Not some mere figure like Lu Mingfei—his true rival in the path of manifestation!

He casually tossed a Light Judgment behind him and sent his light-elemental creations surging forward, reducing the once-fierce Star Creations to half-dead, fleeing in disarray.

He stood in empty space, locking eyes with Meng Qi, while Lu Mingfei tugged his reins, his divine steed rearing up, forming a dividing line between them, spear in hand, watching both.

As the apocalypse summoned by the planet descended, human intrigues, rebellions, ambitions, struggles, the fanaticism, pursuits, and madness of magicians—all crumbled like illusions in despair.

Yet no one had anticipated.

The myths and legends, passed down through countless centuries of human civilization, preserved across generations even as technology advanced, long transcended into the latent spiritual faith of countless souls, now reemerged into reality, built upon the ruins of the apocalypse beasts.

Each divine miracle stirred countless hearts; the posture that crushed the Star Apostles gave people a warmth of being protected, of being watched over by gods.

They had never left—only let go of the world.

Suddenly, chaos opened, stars were born, dazzling and radiant.

Crowned with a halo, draped in seventy-two colors.

Meng Qi's expression remained calm as he spoke with a vast, ancient voice, steeped in antiquity: "I am Yuan Shi."

Left hand lightly pinching, right hand gently cradling, his sleeves stirred with the wind; in his right palm, a speck of darkness emerged, transforming into chaos, then surged upward with a sudden reverse motion.

"I've come as invited; after many years apart, my friends, how have you been?"

He smiled faintly, surrounded by pure light, declaring the demise of Aristotle from Saturn.

"Evil demon—must be slain."

The thousand-meter-wide, cross-shaped Aristotle was suddenly swallowed by the ineffable chaos; boundless light erupted within, sparkling with silver scales.

Normally, Aristotle had no concept of death—even if destroyed, he could revive.

Yet whether it was Jupiter, whose core Su Lin had taken; or Taibai Jinxing, turned to plant fossils by Zhongli; or Saturn, imprisoned by Meng Qi using the Wuji Seal learned from this world—all these Aristotles must overcome these three great mountains to revive.

So effortlessly, each being present struck only once—and these eight monsters, each capable of exterminating all life on earth by itself, fell.

Of course, not including Lu Mingfei.

He deliberately chose the extreme variant that had come from the Oort Cloud, a being capable of consuming planets and stellar-level spiritual bases.

Everyone else was wiped out in an instant—he was still showing off his valor.

Lu Mingfei: "Wait, I haven't even reached the second part of the plot—what's going on with this guy?! So hard to fight! I got one-shot just now without using time stop!"

Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye: "The strongest lifeform, Oort—he can absorb and devour the abilities of what he eats. Try sending him repeatedly, raise a supreme lifeform, and just rely on the cooldown to revive."

Klein: "Hang in there, keep sending a few more to those two up above, give them a little challenge."

Su Lin: "Meng Qi, you point at a crucifix-shaped creature and call it a demon, I feel like you're hinting at something."

Meng Qi: "You're overthinking it, probably just an illusion."

Su Lin: "Really?"

Meng Qi: "Really."

Su Lin: "What about the rest of you? Not coming out to fight the boss?"

Xing: "Guess how many times I've revived?"

Su Lin: "I wasn't talking about you, I meant the others with impressive auras—Emperor Ye, Emperor Yan, the Divine Dragon?"

"What's with that look?" Xiao Yan said to Ye Fan beside him:

"That's the look—they cut off the path and ask why you didn't show up. If I could command all the flames in the world right now, I'd put on a star-burning show."

"Did I? I think it's fine." As Ye Fan passed by Emiya Shirou, he took out a crystal bottle and tossed it to him, then smiled at Xiao Yan:

"Oh, I forgot someone hasn't manifested their phenomenon yet, my bad, my bad. Look at me, my memory hasn't been great lately."

Xiao Yan's smile stiffened slightly as he asked, "Even if you have your phenomenon, you're still just a Four Extremes."

While he was speaking, Ye Fan flashed a card in his hand.

Ye Fan said casually, "I've been a bit flush lately, so I took a piece of Creation Gold, added some money, and bought a few things from Brother Gua."

That thing was useless to him—no matter how precious, it only had value once converted to cash; otherwise it was just a collectible.

He didn't have Su Lin's strange hoarding habit—what if enemies exposed him later and he just dropped gold coins for them?

"So what if you're rich?"

He despised people who used money to inflate fake strength—purely wasting their trump cards.

"Want me to carry you along?"

"Really?! To be honest, I've been begging my teacher to use 'Yesterday Once More' to carry me later."

Waver Velvet and Fujimaru Rika watched the two leave, completely unable to understand what these two people who had suddenly appeared were talking about.

Moreover, the people appearing out of thin air one after another were all saying things that made no sense at all.

"Can't beat it, I give up—this game doesn't even have blessings or curios." Xing planted her flame spear beside her: "I'll just go back to fighting the Holy Grail War. Avenger Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero enters the stage."

"Shouldn't that Odin over there be the Avenger?" Houraisan Kaguya covered her mouth and laughed: "You can take out the bat as your stick—Stick-class Hero."

"Whatever, call me whatever you want." Xing sighed: "If only there was a Destruction Star God template here too—fake strength is still real strength."

Anyway, after she returned to the train, the messenger from the IPC was scared out of their wits—probably because her memories of being the Destruction Star God had frightened them.

This kind of plot where it's clearly a misunderstanding but the other party can't figure out the exact situation

Really feels great!!!

Of course, there probably won't be any chain reactions.

Otherwise, the only option would be to run.

In the sky, Iriya was borrowing the magical power Ilya provided, excitedly constructing an unprecedented large-scale dimensional magic—she had obtained the magic to link parallel worlds from another version of herself.

Although it was different from the Second Magic of this world, and she couldn't obtain infinite magical power, combining dimensional magic with the reflection of the Second Magic to forcibly open numerous doors was still possible.

"This isn't a Holy Grail War at all." Waver Velvet rubbed his brow and simply gave up thinking:

"Rika, contact Chaldea."

"Going back? That's great, I gave up long ago." Fujimaru Rika nodded, but Waver's expression clearly didn't mean that, so she could only take a deep breath:

"Da Vinci, Sion, do you have any results on your end? On our side, we've learned that all these people who suddenly appeared came to Fuyuki because of Emiya Shirou's invitation."

She glanced at the Servants currently tying up Archer, as Gilgamesh had taken out a spiritual medicine from his treasury that could make one recall memories of past lives.

She didn't know if it would work on Heroic Spirits—pour it down and try.

From what they were planning to do now, it seemed they intended to connect this worldline with other parallel worlds so the Counter Force couldn't prune the worldline.

As for what Chaldea should do, how to intervene—heh.

Da Vinci: There's good news, there's not-good-not-bad news, and there's bad news.

Fujimaru Rika: "Since when did you like joking around at a time like this."

Da Vinci: After all, with a Singularity like this, I want to quit and go home! I need to adjust my mood too!

Goredolf Musik: It's fine, I just had someone delete the records. From now on, Chaldea's records of this worldline won't contain the word 'Singularity.'

Goredolf Musik: So why on earth was this worldline defined as a Singularity? Must be a system error—schedule a full maintenance tomorrow.

Someone's already started burying their head in the sand.

Fujimaru Rika asked, "Tell me the good news first."

Jeanne: That one is not our 'Lord,' but a Creator who descended from the outer cosmos. Because Emiya Shirou did something to the Root, that being descended here.

Isn't that also bad news?! Are you sure you didn't get the order wrong?!!

As expected, it's related to Emiya Shirou too.

Fujimaru Rika and the others exchanged glances. She swallowed and asked, "Please continue."

Da Vinci: Chaldea's Servants can't proactively contact Great God Odin, so for now we can't determine whether it's Him or not.

That's truly the best news—of course, as long as this isn't a Singularity, it has nothing to do with me, so it's all good news.

Well done, Director Goredolf!

"What about the bad news?"

Taigong Wang's image materialized, but this time his face was expressionless, lacking his usual unflappable smile no matter what happened.

A rare seriousness.

He was looking past Fujimaru Rika's field of vision toward the position behind her.

"I get it, you don't need to say it."

Tai Gongwang: By rights, apart from a handful of immortals still lingering in this world, beings of the Immortal Realm would not deliberately descend to interfere with the world's development.

Tai Gongwang: The Great Tianzun has never mentioned this matter, but I am certain it was indeed the Great Tianzun himself—he even brought the Jade Pure Palace with him.

Tai Gongwang: My suggestion is to let this situation unfold naturally; the Great Tianzun would not do anything to harm this world.

Tenzan Lixiang only then let out a faint sigh, and she said to Gilgamesh:

"Wang Jier, pour him several more bottles of spirit medicine—I want to know who he was in his past life!"

"You don't have to tell me, the King's curiosity has already been aroused!" Just as Gilgamesh bound the Servant Emiya with the Chain of Heaven and prepared to administer the medicine.

A solemn and furious voice came from the sky:

"First you insulted the General of the Heavenly Court's Ministry of War, then you disregarded the fate of all living beings, allowing the creatures of this world to be slaughtered."

A figure sat enthroned upon the Ninth Heaven, wreathed in mist and clouds, gazing down upon mortals, his body covered in intricate Dao patterns, profoundly mysterious.

Another great figure has appeared?!

The Chaldea group looked up—and realized it was the same boy who had left earlier!

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in empty space, a cauldron of primordial qi hanging above his head, pouring down dark and yellow energy, divine radiance circling his body; he resembled a primordial deity who had opened heaven and earth, ruling over his own domain, receiving the worship of all beings.

Dressed in white, ethereal, his black hair swirling, his flesh translucent; though youthful in form, he bore the aura unique to those in supreme authority.

"Do you, this puny Force of Suppression, believe that after the Separation of Heaven and Earth, my Heavenly Court has no one who can descend?!"

As he spoke, a magnificent landscape appeared beside him—towering mountains, silver waterfalls cascading, ancient trees reaching the heavens, great rivers surging and splitting the earth, vast beyond measure, like the Immortal Realm.

He coldly regarded the five remaining Aristotles, as if he had descended from the Immortal Realm to punish this planet's Suppression Force for its actions.

"Extreme Single Seeds, I recognize your cultivation is hard-won—come with me back to the Heavenly Court, and serve as guards before the Southern Heavenly Gate for one eon to atone."

Ye Fan had never made a losing deal; avenging his own was one thing, but that didn't stop him from taking a few Aristotles back as bodyguards—especially that giant spider.

"I thought favoritism was something only the Jade Virtual Palace could do."

A crushing pressure suddenly enveloped the entire city; a massive scar appeared in the sky, then shattered, revealing a vast alternate dimension. The sudden change shocked everyone again: "Another great figure has descended?!"

Endless flames roared forth—flames of extreme brilliance, yet radiating a terrifying, chilling danger.

"Time flows endlessly, Tian Di—we haven't met in many years."

From the sea of fire emerged a man clad in black, his smile languid; each step he took made the very space tremble slightly, as if unable to bear his descent.

"Yan Di?" Ye Fan feigned surprise: "Heh, you've come too."

Xiao Yan raised his hand, and a radiant lotus of strange fire appeared in his palm.

"Seeing how demons and monsters have plagued humanity in this age, I sent forth a fragment of myself to take a look."

"Master, those two—the ones who passed by us just now…" Marisbury blinked: "Didn't we just see them?"

Tenzan Lixiang: "My instinct tells me not to probe into such things."

The strange fire burned the heavens—a lotus of glazed-colored flame bloomed, larger than an entire city.

A green lotus with three leaves bloomed in a golden ocean, piercing through chaos and mist toward the high heavens.

"What's wrong, Lord El-Melloi? At this point, there's no need to overthink anymore, is there?" said Tenzan Lixiang.

"No, do you remember? We've been ignoring one thing," said El-Melloi II seriously. "That joke Illyasviel made earlier—the list she mentioned."

God, Yuan Shi Tianzun, Tian Di.

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads; only now did they realize that Illyasviel of the Fuyuki Grail had never lied.

"Wang Jier the Doctor, increase the dosage."

(End of Chapter)