Chapter 367

Blue Star, Blue Star

"The number of summoned Servants is terrifying…"

Da Vinci and other Servants watched the scenes below, astonished by the countless Servants, as if copied and pasted.

"The golden shield—that's Lord Donghuang Taiyi," Tenzan Lixiang murmured blankly:

"Every time I see this spell, I feel safe, just like Mathers' shield."

Still, whenever Tenzan Lixiang recalled that twisted, chaotic form, a fear rose involuntarily within her.

That ancient former Heavenly Emperor, Lord of the Celestial Stars, His legends spread widely even in this universe…

"What is that?!"

Outside the cockpit window, wherever the eye could see, the sky and ocean merged; along that black boundary line, countless pillars of light surged upward.

"Warning! Aether parameters deviated to maximum!"

"Warning! South America, Europe, Japan, Finland—unstatable!"

"Warning! Magical energy levels rising!"

"It seems the world's underside has been unleashed—those restless gods are trying to return to this worldline," Merlin chuckled.

"The beings once beyond the control of the Planetary Inhibitor, seated upon the Throne of Gods, upon seeing their long-lost pond, eagerly leapt in."

"What a pity—this pond is about to dry up."

The gleeful expression needed no explanation; even now, Merlin still wore the face of a spectator relishing the chaos.

After the Age of Gods ended, Earth's environment underwent a radical transformation; under the deliberate interference of the Inhibitor, the old gods gradually lost their hold on reality, becoming higher-dimensional entities merely observing humanity.

Now, with the Planetary Inhibitor Gaia's liberation, the Inner Sea of Stars and the surface have reconnected; an environment more comfortable than the Age of Gods' continents lures the Fantasy Species back.

"Tenzan."

The Numeral Submarine transmitted shared footage—remote surveillance of every corner of this planet.

Fire rained down, Shanhe collapsed, Lei Ting and gales raged, wildfires spread unchecked.

Beneath the golden jade barrier shield, the earth cracked, floods surged, visible tremors, dizziness, dust storms, darkness engulfed the entire world; not a ray of sunlight pierced the sky, only endless cold and the breath of death.

Tenzan Lixiang stared at those apocalyptic scenes, suddenly understanding something; she hurried to the window and looked down at the city below.

"This planet is committing suicide," Gilgamesh crossed his arms, smirking: "Wise choice. The remnants who clung to life since the Age of Gods can be reused."

Things once carved in stone, buried in earth, submerged in water—terrors hidden in the shadows of bygone eras—wielded fangs and claws, their low growls brimming with impatience.

Demons walked the streets, elves darted through buildings, ferocious beasts chose humans to devour.

The dust of bygone ages was shaken loose; they were invited back to join this apocalyptic party, venting centuries of rage severed from humanity, bloodlust unrestrained by the lure of "food."

For humanity on this planet, whether returning to cosmic void or being devoured by disaster, the end had already been sealed in Zhou Mingming.

To delay the Wanjie Devourer from reaching the Root, the destruction of one or two worldlines meant nothing to Gaia and the Alaya Consciousness.

"Looks like we arrived a step too late," Ishatarin observed below, her voice low with reluctant pity: "The only good news is that the Wanjie Devourers have no more cards left—the Holy Grails they collected were destroyed in the recent disaster."

Each ghostly blue Holy Grail hole acted like bait, drawing countless beings; even beings symbolic of calamity in their own mythologies gathered like ants, feasting on the high-concentration magical energy.

Tenzan Lixiang unconsciously clenched her fists; she saw humans, meant to be protected within the golden jade barrier, plummet into bottomless abysses, while colossal, terrifying entities hunted real humans within the phase space.

Living beings were reaped like grass; abandoned by collective consciousness, they were about to step into the coffin of void alongside the planet.

And where were the culprits behind this catastrophe?

Seemingly exhausted, weaker high-level figures like Gao Shen were swallowed by an endless sea of beasts, while the "Fallen God," "Yan Di," and "Lord Donghuang Taiyi" were locked in ceaseless combat.

Natural deities from the world's underside wielded the power of cosmic rules; Servants with fully opened Crown-class Foundations deployed their highest-tier Noble Phantasms.

While they restrained the Wanjie Devourer's top combatants, the Star Holy Sword blazed with ultimate radiance; even Weigong Shilang's countless blades, blotting out the sky, could not escape their fate of destruction.

On the Wasteland of Swords, the red-haired man fled desperately with the snow-haired girl; because of the Holy Grail, the girl drew the gaze of countless Fantasy Species and natural deities.

This seemed to be the end—the Planetary Inhibitor revealed its terrifying power, steering all toward its ideal outcome; the only remaining question was how to handle the Fantasy Species and natural deities now occupying the planet's ruins.

The Numeral Submarine transmitted Zhi Du Nei's request to assist the two below, but Tenzan Lixiang sensed something wrong; her gaze swept over the Servants, yet all remained fixated on observing the battlefield.

Relaxation, sorrow, battle-lust, joy, disappointment—some wore complex emotions, others showed no expression, no emotional fluctuation.

Suddenly, her gaze met BB's; those crimson eyes glowed brighter, a faint, elusive connection emanating from the other.

In the instant the sword's rainbow light vanished, Tenzan Lixiang's perception ascended to a higher dimension, "overlooking" every being on the ship, the Numeral Submarine, and the earth itself—beyond touch, sight, and smell.

She "saw."

A young woman knelt before a vampire, her flesh and blood bowed low; behind her lay a cradle with an infant.

Firefighters, faces ashen, charged relentlessly into the inferno, their firehoses aimed at a flame demon dozens of meters tall.

A middle-aged man pressed his right foot on a young student's head at the cliff's edge, his face twisted with hunger and madness as he climbed upward.

Goblins pierced a hugging couple through and through, licking blood from their lips.

She "saw."

The Spear of Longinus and other divine-killing weapons pinned the Fallen God to a cross.

Elves sacrificed human souls to seal Yan Di.

The Dimensional Witch fled desperately into another space, half her body scattered.

Penglai Mountain Huiye was imprisoned in a dimension of frozen time, enduring inhuman torment.

Across the world, in nations where myths of corresponding deities once thrived, some inner deities manifested divine power to protect certain regions, while others unleashed divine punishment upon faithless mortals.

In this abandoned worldline, where all forms of life played out their dramas, scenes of existence streamed into her mind as information.

Finally, after taking in all below, guided by some unseen force, Tenzan Lixiang unconsciously lifted her head and "looked" upward, transcending higher dimensions—she saw.

Above the heavens, a colossal figure, vast as the blue sky, silently watched all beings through eternal time; seated among the stars, behind Him blazed a great sun—yet its radiance paled beside the light radiating from His body.

One hand propped his chin, the other toyed with the planet held in his palm.

Tenzan Lixiang collapsed to the ground—not from fear, but from having seen the 【Existence】 no human flesh should behold; in that instant, she understood the essence of this world, blood streaming from her eyes, making her look monstrous as a demon.

"No—this isn't Earth! The sun… the sun doesn't set in the east!"

Existing in the gap between the real Earth and another dimension, a false world separately carved out and fabricated by Du Zhuan.

"This is the extradimensional rift He carved out!"

"Release the Noble Phantasm toward the sun directly east of the ship!!!"

Tenzan Lixiang's anomaly was like a pebble shattering the calm surface of a still pond—he instantly appeared outside the ship, without a moment's hesitation.

Spiritual Base upheaval: the starlight of the galaxy transformed into the sharpest blade edges, bursting from the twin blades to unleash a cross-shaped slash capable of turning stars to dust toward the horizon's sunset.

Space collapsed like mountains crumbling, leaving irreparable gouges; the moment the cross-shaped spatial rift appeared on the horizon, the world began to shatter, fragments of space peeling away like eggshells.

Floating light danced gold; still shadows sank like jade discs.

Amid ancient sacred chants, pure white light surged through the rift—humans, disasters, ruins—all vanished; only the boundless starry sky replaced the fantasy beings' foothold as an invisible wall.

"Lord Haotian. God."

No one knew whose call it was, but when everyone turned, beneath the thousand-zhang radiance descending at its center, Su Lin had already stood silently beneath a massive cross, his back turned to the visitors from the world's inner side.

"Interesting." Su Lin slowly turned, smiling at Tenzan Lixiang and the others inside the ship:

"I was doing my best to avoid unnecessary conflict—I kindly created a world to fulfill your fantasies, yet you show no gratitude whatsoever."

If you stay here for one or two days, when you step out, you'll find all misunderstandings resolved.

Even if they aren't resolved, it doesn't matter—based on the current rate of fragment absorption, in two days I'll reach maximum capacity, and then I'll enter the Root Vortex.

"What a pity."

Su Lin smiled at the crowd, and behind him a serrated light wheel began to spin; he glanced at a demon god ten li away and asked, "Is my blood tasty?"

Before any answer came, the bat-winged demon god's body was instantly covered in countless cracks, his wolf-like mouth howling in agony.

Su Lin watched for a moment, then said, "Too noisy."

The next instant, his body turned to ash and vanished.

A crimson spear, carrying the cries of countless lives, flew toward him; Su Lin didn't turn, merely raised his hand—instantly, the god who hurled the spear was seized by the neck and forced to endure his own strike.

"Hey, vermin."

Su Lin cast a cold gaze at the creatures from the inner side of the world, eager to recreate the extradimensional rift, and said:

"You, worthless as trash, think I have a good temper?"

As he crushed the neck of this deity, Su Lin's hand plunged into the void and tore the being's true form from the world's inner side, clutching it in his grip.

"Or did the so-called Throne of the Gods give you courage?"

The moment shock appeared on the god's face, cracks spread beneath his skin—anger, hatred, pain, despair, finally turning to regret and pleading.

A crackling sound echoed; his shattered body fell apart, half his skull still mid-air turning to ash before it hit the ground—his expression of release silenced every restless fantasy being.

"Those untainted by evil, protectors of life, may return to the world's inner side."

Su Lin pointed leftward, and a vast arched gate leading to the world's inner side appeared far in the distance.

The nearest three-headed black dragon tried to slip through, but found itself barred by an invisible barrier.

A fairy with transparent wings and a Christmas hat gathered courage, dashed forward, and stepped directly into a forest of green fields; he spun joyfully, glanced back at the gate with relief and gratitude, then vanished, flapping his wings.

A tide of panic surged in, only calming minutes later.

"Let me be clear—I'm keeping you here not out of justice." Su Lin spread his hands, looking at the fantasy beings preparing for a final stand, and said calmly:

"Due to certain human malice and emotional impulses, I merely sought a legitimate excuse to vent my frustration toward the Inhibitors—something I can't touch, can't strike."

"Of course, this emotion is rare—just a tiny bit. Mostly it's—"

Before he finished speaking, countless shadows launched coordinated attacks of distortion and destruction toward Su Lin.

"Your little performance just made me sick."

The instant Su Lin grinned, a storm of divine power erupted within the world's fissure—in the swelling, annihilating vortex, all things lost color, leaving only endless, blinding white.

The light burned out; the storm ceased.

"That was just a movie. Even if I say so, you won't believe it—never mind."

"If you insist on seeing me as a fallen Creator, fine."

Su Lin stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking utterly at ease; he spoke casually to the Chaldea group now returned to the normal world at the exit:

"But it's about time for dinner. As you can see, the Grand Grail over there is completely useless, so there's no need to rush into battle with me."

"That's all. Go your own way."

After Su Lin departed, the Chaldea's Numen submarine and ship did not linger long before turning back into the Numen Sea.

"The Time Particle Accumulation Sensor has also overloaded and failed." Ishatarin felt her already meager life grow even bleaker: "That guy built an extradimensional labyrinth—I should've just torn it down outright."

"This is insane. When exactly did he swap us into the extradimensional rift?" Da Vinci sighed: "The ontological gap is too vast—we can't analyze the mechanism."

"Even after complete reversal, remnants of the original normal period still linger?" Mashu lowered her eyes, speaking sadly:

"He is both murderous and merciful, divine yet brimming with humanity—his actions are full of contradictions. Those two bore unimaginable burdens to protect the world."

"That's probably why he's stronger than other World-Eaters," Tenzan Lixiang frowned. "What exactly is their goal? By the way, BB—BB?"

She looked around but saw no sign of BB; then she noticed Abigail and the others had vanished too.

Tenzan Lixiang froze; just as he opened his mouth to ask, the surrounding space twisted.

"Wait—why can't I control it? Spatial jump?!"

"As you see now, there will be no problem," Weigong Shilang glanced beside him: "Already gone, then?"

The snow-white sword sheathed itself; divine power exhausted, the surrounding phenomena began to fade.

The wasteland of swords and gears sank into the silent forest.

(End of Chapter)