Chapter 350: You

Blue Star, Blue Star

Beneath a cross hundreds of meters tall, Su Lin closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the void of the unknown; behind him stood the God of Light, his white-gold eyes shining with the radiance of orderly divinity.

A block of deep-blue crystalline matter before him suddenly shattered, then burned to nothing.

"Such an unyielding fellow is hard to communicate with," Su Lin opened his eyes and sighed. "But I understand—after all, we outsiders are suspicious, inherently a risk."

Still, under the temptation of the conditions offered, they've begun to stir; right now they're likely running calculations and reasoning, weighing possible responses.

Had it not been for the fact that all known paths to the Source are monitored by these two, and that forcibly breaking through might damage this world and negatively impact Weigong Shilang as a group member…

What does Su Lin, the "player," have to fear? Just keep trying and failing.

If these two truly refuse to cooperate, it doesn't matter—so long as the mind doesn't give way, solutions always outnumber difficulties.

Once Meng Qi has fully understood the Immortal Realm and this world, won't the smuggler's snakehead show up?

With access to multiple-dimensional perspectives, yet confining themselves to a single solar system, if parallel worlds are developed without restraint, this solar system will rupture in a hundred years? Such a unique Star Soul has sunk to this state—rare indeed.

Normally, worlds are not singular, but infinitely extended like the reflection between two mirrors; thus, the future is never singular.

Due to the solar system's limited energy, the number of parallel worlds is constrained—that's why worthless worldlines get deleted.

"There's plenty of time. Stay calm."

Su Lin opened the chat group and scrolled through the latest messages.

Penglai Mountain Huiye: "Chaldean has arrived. Should the ones without masks put them on? Lu Mingfei."

Penglai Mountain Huiye: "Tenzan Lixiang wants to come to Water Mirror Peak to meet God; Tai Gongwang is looking for his direct superior; the Norse Valkyrie girl is searching for Odin."

Lu Mingfei: "I'm looking for that brat Lu Mingze—he stole my horse!"

Xing: "So now only the mask remains?"

Song Shuhang: "Huh? Can spirits not belonging to this history also be brought over?"

Penglai Mountain Huiye: "According to their info, this world seems to have become a no-man's-land. I see Tiamat, Swimsuit Abi, and Swimsuit BB in the Servant Codex… tch. This European."

Xiao Yan: "Lord K, your Cthulhu Servant has arrived."

Kleine: "I already met the Chaldean Master when I went to the kitchen for black tea. I really wish you'd sent a message sooner—I'd have stayed in my room."

Meng Qi: "I'm studying the One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones—why is there a One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones inside the Jade Pure Palace?"

Meng Qi: "Let me tell you a scary story: although I obtained the Jade Xu Method, I have no memories of Yuan Shi Tianzun in this world."

Xing: "Even the mask is gone."

Song Shuhang: "Oh well."

Zhongli: "White Zunzhe is sharing techniques for refining the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill at Heaven Fire Peak; Comrade Han is in seclusion at Tian Nan Peak."

No-man's-land? No wonder mysteries are reviving, and wild fantasy creatures appear worldwide—has the Astral Sea within the world been opened?

Su Lin shook his head and asked the opposite side's Avatar of the God of Light:

"Can you play chess?"

"Neither can I."

"Exchange? Forget it. Just set up a random arrangement to save effort—it's no good either; if they notice… I'll learn to manipulate time using my authority."

Kleine stood before the stove, pouring fresh milk, black tea, and sugar sequentially into a copper pot; the gas beneath was ignited, and soon the rich, fragrant aroma began to spread with heat.

"Did Su Lin tell you reincarnation is fake? Ah, I actually wanted to tell you all it was fake too—back then I said so, but you probably wouldn't have believed me, haha."

"Me? My story isn't worth mentioning. But if you want to know how I met Weigong Shilang…"

"Hmm, that was many years ago."

"Back then, I was a transcendental inheritor of the previous god's legacy, and also a Night Watchman of another church. To be honest, I was on the verge of collapse, constantly tormented by madness and repression, under immense pressure from enemies that were unseen, unspeakable, even unthinkable."

"At that time, I kept using divination to observe others, like a fool, hoping to relieve my stress by watching their happy lives."

"Then, I saw another fool on this city's playground performing the same useless act."

"For an ordinary person, that height was impossible to clear—just like the formless horrors I faced, impossible to escape."

"Strange, Lady Tenzan Lixiang, are you unwell? Why is your expression so odd?"

Tenzan Lixiang's expression shifted from focused listening to a twisted, awkward look in three seconds.

Kleine pulled out the Star Scepter from the rift of history and said:

"Though I'm not a deity skilled in healing, when it comes to treatment, aside from resurrection, I'm quite proficient."

"No thanks," Tenzan Lixiang waved him off, staring at the Fool who had conjured a teacup out of nothing; after a pause, she asked:

"Is this real?"

"By the name of a god, how could I lie?" Kleine smiled warmly as he poured freshly brewed milk tea for her and the others nearby—thankfully, he was only a Rank One Angel King.

"Sorry! That's not what I meant…" Tenzan Lixiang immediately offered a sincere apology, turning to look behind her at Huiye—only to find her figure had vanished without a trace.

"It's fine," Kleine kept smiling, though he now understood exactly what had happened.

This joke had already been used before—but it didn't matter; everyone really has seen Weigong Shilang's high jump.

Though they saw it in an anime.

After chatting a while longer, the Chaldean group couldn't extract any other information—such as "Are you also from outside the universe?" or "What did you experience during your travels?"—and finally took their leave.

"The aura on that Fool is fascinating. Indeed, I came at the right time," BB's voice echoed from the nearby air. "The method of borrowing temporal products feels similar to Mithsisha, but it's not possession—it's a genuine mythic being."

"BB…" Tenzan Lixiang swallowed hard.

"Sorry, Master—I promised not to speak randomly, but I got a little excited," BB laughed.

"I'm just curious about how they entered this universe. Please, Master, be sure to ask them for me."

"Father God says he's very curious about things beyond the scope," Abigail's pure voice also sounded.

Please, stop saying such terrifying things.

Are all of you speaking as your true selves?! None of you are possessed by strange creatures?!

"Since Huiye is gone, let's head back…"

"Are you calling me?"

Without sound or ripple, the first thing the attendants who had followed detected was that Huiye of Penglai Mountain had already appeared beside Tenzan Lixiang.

"I just forgot something, so I contacted Su Lin—he agreed to let you go over. Of course, don't go provoking the dogs or children on the floating island; I won't be responsible if anything happens." Huiye of Penglai Mountain covered her face, yet even so, those crescent-moon eyes radiated a unique charm:

"Please follow me this way."

At the end of the corridor, after the ordinary wooden door opened, the cold wind from the high heavens rushed in impatiently, and bright light flooded into the chamber.

Clear springs gurgled, water flowing gently from eight directions, converging into a lake.

Green and gold shimmered in mutual brilliance, layers of emerald flowing with gold.

Several floating islands drifted in the surrounding sky; strange trees and exotic herbs were visible everywhere.

Ahead of the door, ascending along jade steps to the very top stood a wooden pavilion in the ancient Huaxia style—five stories high, nearly a hundred meters wide.

Tenzan Lixiang stepped into this scenery like the Immortal Realm, gazing around, her spirit refreshed and expansive.

"Jiang Shang."

A faint voice came from the right; as space rippled, an immortal palace appeared above the clouds—Yuqing Palace.

The palace gates stood wide open; the meaning was obvious.

Tai Gongwang's figure materialized and flew toward that direction. "Excuse me for now, everyone."

"Quite an advanced concealment array. Or is it because we're within a phase-space?" Lord El-Melloi II noticed obvious signs of spatial overlap nearby.

"The harmless energy and spirit-particle concentration in the air here is even higher than in the Divine Age." Xiong sighed, glancing at the various plants around him, clearly extraordinary—but he could not collect data or samples.

Everything done here is surely being watched.

As if confirming her thought, the surrounding space showed signs of overlap; the next instant, as a faint glow lit up, all attendants who had followed transformed from spiritual forms into physical bodies—except those remaining within the sea-island cave heaven.

They all gazed toward the source of the light, beneath a sky where night and day were divided, and meteors continuously streaked across.

A sacred, six-winged deity sat cross-legged beside a noble, purple-robed cultivator with temples streaked white; they faced each other, with a dark wooden chess table placed between them.

On the table, a black and a white chess box rested before each of them; they occasionally pinched a tiny black or white speck of light from their respective boxes and placed it on the intersections of the grid lines.

No one spoke; no one stepped forward, fearing to disturb the game between the two.

The attendants' vision was sharp; at this distance, they saw clearly. At first, they were astonished by how similar the two figures looked—but soon their attention shifted entirely to the game.

One attendant noticed something odd: every time a black piece captured a white one, a corresponding number of meteors fell from the sky.

They were using heaven and earth as the board, stars as the pieces.

This?!

As the noble purple-robed figure placed his final black stone on the last star-point, the outcome of the game was sealed.

Instantly, the entire sky filled with stars, aura like an ocean, meteors falling like rain.

"I won this time," the noble purple-robed figure laughed.

Both rose together.

The sacred six-winged figure smiled slightly and walked toward the purple-robed one—even as they were about to collide, he did not stop.

But something astonishing happened: at the moment of contact, the six-winged deity dissolved into a mass of light and merged with the other, like a river returning to the sea.

Sea?!

The sound of waves crashing grew louder, even clearly visible; the roar of tides echoed in everyone's ears.

As the two merged, becoming hazy, indistinct—

A sea appeared around them, seemingly embracing all colors, all possibilities, drowning everything.

The attendants assumed defensive stances; the Beast of Creation and the Beast of Prosperity, though at odds with each other, shielded Tenzan Lixiang behind them. Huiye of Penglai Mountain also remained alert—but made no move, did not vanish, only watched with a smiling gaze.

Moments later, the tide receded.

Meteors falling like rain trailed long, blazing tails, streaking across the sky with brilliant light—but where the light passed, faint, shifting landscapes flickered.

Twilight, night, rainstorms, clear skies; mountains, cities, oceans—even starfields.

A cross a hundred meters tall stood in the green field.

Beneath the cross, the figure shifted—sometimes a solemn Buddha, sometimes an ethereal cultivator; after a flurry of transformations, it finally settled into a radiant figure clad in a semi-transparent dark cloak. All these forms shared one trait.

His face could not be seen—or rather, his true visage could not be perceived.

Su Lin slowly turned, his face gradually restoring itself, and looked toward the Chaldea group, smiling:

"Welcome."

The moment he spoke, the other Heroic Spirits showed no reaction—but BB, Abigail, Yang Yuhuan, and several others reacted violently.

"What are you?!"

"Master, danger. That being is dangerous."

"Tenzan, don't look at Him!"

"He really is an extraterrestrial creator… what kind of universe… uh…"

Why can't you look? I'm just performing the creator role you assigned me—embracing all, returning all to oneness.

What danger?

Su Lin kept smiling, pretending not to hear those discouraging words, and said:

"Apologies for the wait, everyone."

"The final Master of human history—you still feel curiosity toward our arrival?"

Tenzan Lixiang stood frozen, so absorbed in watching she had forgotten why she came here. The overwhelming spectacle of the game reminded her once again: this "Creator" before her—

Was unlike any being she had ever seen, unlike any on this planet, no, unlike any in this entire universe.

"I—I—" Tenzan Lixiang stammered, then suddenly bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for disturbing you!!"

"Huh? Isn't this supposed to be a fight?" came a voice from ahead.

Tenzan Lixiang looked up—Su Lin held the blade of Draco's sword between two fingers, while in his other hand, a pure, radiant light coalesced.

"Let the person finish speaking!!!"

"Little miss, you scared me so badly I almost used Genesis, hahaha—after all, beasts are quite frightening." Su Lin sat in the main seat, joking with Draco to his left with no airs whatsoever, his tone and posture like an ordinary neighborly older brother.

"What kind of creator would use Genesis on harmless beasts!" Draco turned his head away, refusing to look at the opposite side's Tenzan Lixiang.

Su Lin smiled and said:

"I already know why you've come."

"About how I met Weigong Shilang—"

"That was during my troubled years; I turned my gaze toward different multiverses, trying to understand what life truly was."

"Then, by chance, I saw the story of this universe through some kind of transmission tool—probably an evening ten years ago from now."

Tenzan Lixiang's mouth began twitching uncontrollably: "You can't possibly mean—"

"Ah yes yes, that high jump."

(End of Chapter)