Chapter 374

In a universe governed by the law of life where all things are in motion, space-time and all within it are constantly flowing and changing; to speak of eternity under such rules is not easy.

Su Lin gazed upward, his body floating suspended in midair, below him stood the towering white-gray hall.

Watching the few herons motionless beneath the setting sun's molten gold, he extended a finger and gently traced from top to bottom, creating a waterfall like a ribbon of silver silk.

Warm golden light bathed the earth, and a melodious tune, transmitted beyond material mediums, slowly played.

Su Lin's lips curled slightly; above the dome of heaven, the false star map constructed of faint light into a chalice structure was one of the few things in this world capable of change—a trace of Bai Mang tinged faintly red, symbolizing the spread of memory and cultivation power.

"Thanks to the assistance of the Alaya Consciousness, I really couldn't have pulled off something this big."

To achieve the ideal state of "awakening"—making it appear as if the event truly happened without anyone noticing—it must be perfectly accomplished by the Alaya Consciousness, the collective subconscious of humanity.

Since we've accepted this premise as real, why not make rational use of this condition?

It's already like this anyway—why argue with him? Just go along with it.

Of course, on the condition that you hold the nuclear button.

Thus, all Weigong Shilangs in the Parallel World will gradually achieve the accomplishment of "awakened memory."

If one Weigong Shilang exhibiting behavior outside fate's design is an anomaly, a variable—what then when thirty percent, or even more Weigong Shilangs exhibit this anomaly, and the anomaly shows a tendency to spread?

Then it becomes the norm.

"The Suppression Force has no sense of decency at all. Sure enough, if you want things to go smoothly, decency is better discarded like the armpit shrine maiden's."

Su Lin tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at the beautiful figure still walking through this frozen world, and asked:

"Neet, aren't you going into the dimensional rift to have some fun?"

"Isn't a real-life MMORPG something interesting? Shouldn't you be grinding gear until you curse the designers? I specifically lowered drop rates and doubled fragment exchange quantities—should keep you from getting bored for a long time."

"Everyone else goes in to strengthen their power and hone their skills—why am I stuck being a gaming waste?" asked Hourai Mountain Kaguya: "You must harbor some prejudice against me."

"Who knows?" Su Lin withdrew his gaze, spreading his arms to drift through the sky, where mountains, oceans, grasses, and trees had been painted here by an artist's brush.

"Hmm, are you playing the Creator God now?" Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye gazed into the distance for a moment, covering her face as she smiled: "To me, you're still more interesting right now."

"Hahaha, a few years ago, hearing such words would have made my heart pound wildly—after all, under the drive of primal desire, beauty is justice," Su Lin said, not looking at her, still gazing at the sky, a faint smile on his lips:

"Sorry, paper doll."

"Now, I only feel this world is incredibly comfortable."

Above the cloud layer, which held only light, a clear golden sun adorned the sky—no extra phenomena, no radiant aura—Su Lin straightened his body, one finger pointing to heaven, one to earth.

"Above and below heaven and earth, only I am supreme."

"Master Wang Zhi is so amazing!!!" Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye watched this scene, clapping her hands, lips slightly parted as if gasping: "No time for mourning!"

"Stop." Su Lin's smile vanished into a blank expression; he spoke coolly: "Please leave yourself. Atmosphere destroyer."

Out of so many ACG works, she's already caught up to the latest plot? How many times has she pulled all-nighters chasing episodes?

Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye lowered her sleeve, a faint smile lingering on her lips:

"By the way, you've been forcibly stabilizing everything with eternal power—have you become addicted to this state, wanting to keep all this power locked inside you?"

"Addicted?" Su Lin repeated the word:

"Focusing on this question—aren't you some second-hand Eastern fanfiction character?"

"No need to answer. Help me—add eternity to this world."

"You're already testing me!" Penglai Penglai Shan Huiye narrowed her eyes and said:

"Forget it. I'm just curious about the identical conceptual aura on you—may I observe what you intend to do?"

"Do as you please." Su Lin didn't care about her true intentions; after all,

The three-dimensional entity, bearing the marks of faded centuries and dim blue, known as the Eternal Crucible, spun ceaselessly without pause.

The power of the Great Will served as the energy source driving its constant pulsation.

If one gazed upon the chaotic mists above the clouds, dozens of fragments, large and small, like meteors trailing long tails, slowly yet resolutely fell toward this tranquil spacetime.

Those soul fragments of the Great Will were the symbols of time's passage.

To retain the power of the Great Will?

Leaving aside whether it's even possible, that would be suicide—and for Su Lin, there was no need.

He slowly closed his eyes, wandering through this absolute silence, where no sound could be heard.

How long had this state lasted since Huiye entered?

'A bit tired.'

Su Lin's current sensation was identical to Kuang Dao Sanlang's when trapped in a time-slowing delay array—for someone like him, this was, at best, cultivating patience and tempering the mind; at worst, self-torture.

But compared to the gains, all of this was worth it.

"At the beginning of the world, there was only chaos; from chaos, light was born."

His outstretched arms gradually drew together; the ripples of eternity once again enveloped this world, all returning to chaos, within the eternal aeon.

In the Primordial, the first thread of light was born.

Light and darkness united formed the complete Karosso; the Great Will used Primordial energy to create the universe, shaping countless wills and laws within the light, while sealing the dark aspect deep within Terra.

Thus, Su Lin, who had obtained the light's side, had only one task—to inscribe the Genesis Chronicle with the Eternal Crucible, etching this incomplete scene of creation into his body.

Even if this power eventually dissipates, even if the memory of creation cannot be borne by the physical body and can only leave faint traces as information, these echoes of creation's memory will greatly benefit him on the path ahead.

As for whether his future style will drift too far toward the Divine Path, away from the Immortal Dao he has long upheld—

A little won't hurt.

A world in ruins.

The sea of black mud engulfed nearly the entire planet; a colossal black giant, formed from the condensation of primordial sins and karmic evils, walked upon this "paradise."

The death of the planet, the end of humanity—this ending should not appear at this point in time.

On the Sky-Flying Throne of Wang Zhi, a radiant vessel of gold and emerald, capable of soaring through the heavens, the youthful form of the Hero-King Gilgamesh gazed down upon this scene of despair.

Precisely because he was often spoiled with spoilers of the world's end, he had sealed his eyes that could see through Parallel Worlds and future trajectories, to make his life more interesting—but witnessing this ending firsthand still left him displeased.

Below, the only land worthy of the name was the battlefield where everyone stood.

Einzbern, Miyu, Tohsaka Rin, and Luviagelita remained entrenched within the barrier of their exchange magic, waiting for a miracle.

A black magical thorn crown regenerated from the severed cut, resting atop the head of the four-armed giant king wreathed in karmic fire, and with a roar as signal, summoned countless kin to be born from the black mud's womb-sea.

Where those titans stepped, not even ruins remained—only void.

As if grasping a dimensional aperture from beyond, linking heaven and earth, karmic fire illuminated the chaotic Kong Dong.

"It's meaningless no matter what," Julian, exhausted, slumped against the giant's remains: "No matter how many we kill, new giants will rise from the black mud."

The sea of black mud is a breeding ground; giants emerge, destroy life and civilization, then bleach and reconstruct this planet—that is the process.

Miyu looked at Bazett and declared firmly: "It won't end—and it's not meaningless!"

She had remembered—the girl named Illya existed in her memories.

In the gray night sky, the lone shining cross symbolized hope, yet even so—

A new variable had appeared.

The corpses of the giants began merging like flesh masses into larger, more complex forms; multiple arms assembled into skeletal structures, massive fingers forming armor, and countless malevolent eyes sprouted from every surface.

Merely by its birth, this grotesque creation radiated destructive magical energy.

Black magical energy converged from each eye, replacing the last remaining starlight in the night sky, as countless black crosses flickered.

Even as torrents of Lei Guang descended and the girl empowered by the Thunder God's might shattered them, countless giants continued walking toward them from beyond the wall.

"Illya must have sacrificed herself to protect us all."

Miyu gazed at the sky and spoke to everyone:

"It's because Illya did something that this world has survived until now."

The black giants began merging beyond the wall, their grotesque bodies even rising from the earth.

"So," she turned back, looking at them, "let's take back the world—and Illya!"

In response, Lei Guang surged, the Thunder God's warhorse thundered forward, crushing titans and carving a path across the black sea toward the wall's other side.

At the instant the giants fell, Miyu seized the opportunity and flew outward.

The black sea began to churn, as if sensing the direction they sought; from its core, where black mud spewed forth, a colossal black tree erupted, its root-vines darting like serpents.

In the Einzbern mansion of this world, Tohsaka Rin, Luviagelita, and Weigong Shilang from Miyu's timeline watched anxiously as Miyu, like a small bird, dodged capture amid the encircling giants.

At this point, their magical energy spent, they could do nothing—only place their trust in the girl and hope for a miracle.

Darius within the Giant King's body sneered, then burst into unrestrained laughter, speaking to Pan Duola behind him:

The giant king's body, Darius, let out a sneer, then burst into unrestrained laughter, saying to Pan Duola behind him:

He swung his arm; the vines transformed into countless thorns, flying from every direction like cages to trap Miyu within.

He swung his arm, and the vines transformed into countless thorns, flying out from all corners of space to form a cage that trapped Ping Laolao inside.

He didn't understand why Pan Duola had extra emotions—but it didn't matter. All he needed was to cleanse this planet, complete the exchange between inside and outside, and then everything would end.

Everyone felt urgent worry, desperate to save the girl, while Gilgamesh, the observer watching from above, had just curled his lips upward—his Wang Guan shimmered with a ripple, ready to strike.

Darius also prepared himself, grinning as if waiting for prey to bite.

Darius was also prepared; his lips curled open, as if waiting for prey to bite.

Gilgamesh's pupils shrank; he whirled around toward a position behind him—the original site of the Holy Grail Ritual, Mount Yuanzang.

Gilgamesh's pupils shrank; he suddenly turned to look at a position to the rear—where the Holy Grail ritual had once taken place, the location of Yuanzang Mountain.

A fleeting, illusory chime.

A faint, fleeting chime, like an illusion.

Piercing, heavy, relentless vibrations surged forth.

A long line bulged slightly on the black sea, swelling continuously—as if something would tear open this black "curtain."

"No way… is this real?" The Heroic King of Youth seemed stunned, staring blankly for several seconds before his lips twitched: "Did a Parallel World really experience this?"

As if countless raindrops struck the ocean's surface, ripples of all sizes spread—then—

A hail of glinting steel rained downward, reversing its fall and surging toward the sky!

A sword qi erupted from the ground, cleaving the black sea in two; extreme frost spread, freezing everything in an instant—the black giants nearby froze motionless.

The black bodies cracked with ice; the birdcage imprisoning Miyu shattered midair, coated in frost, while flames stretched from the horizon.

The black body cracked with frost; the birdcage imprisoning Ping Laolao shattered midair, coated in ice, while flames stretched across the horizon.

The crowd heard the sound of the ocean, yet also the crisp clash of metal—as if standing outside a battlefield.

"What's happening over there?!" Luviagelita, seeing Miyu escape danger, turned her attention to the source of the anomaly.

"Ah, if I'd known a sibling this obsessed existed, I never would've let Sister Illya go to the past to save the world." The youthful Gilgamesh, eyes vacant, suddenly appeared beside them holding a ruby, glanced at Weigong Shilang from Miyu's timeline, and walked toward him:

"If I'd just put in a little more effort from the start, I could've saved this world myself… This is troublesome."

"Is it because something important suddenly vanished? That one's awakening level seems unusually high, while this one shows zero signs—normal, since this timeline lacks the individual Illyasviel."

He muttered a string of incomprehensible words, standing behind Tohsaka Rin, Luviagelita, and Weigong Shilang from Miyu's timeline, trying to hide his figure.

"What are you talking about?" Tohsaka Rin frowned, her body hairs suddenly standing on end, a sharp object pressing against her forehead at point-blank range.

Not just her—everyone felt it: this terrifying coldness.

"So it's you, Tohsaka and Luviagelita."

A familiar voice came—and the oppressive sensation vanished instantly; a familiar figure in a school uniform materialized from thin air.

A familiar voice came, and the moment the pressure vanished, a familiar figure clad in a school uniform suddenly appeared in the void.

"Weigong Shilang?!"

Not Miyu's brother—this was the Weigong Shilang everyone knew.

Yet now he seemed distant and ethereal, his aura fluctuating wildly, brows furrowed as if burdened by an unsolvable sorrow.

But at this moment, the other party seemed distant and ethereal, his aura fluctuating unpredictably, brows furrowed as if burdened by an unsolvable sorrow.

"Have you seen my sister Dada Liya? I can't find her."

His physical sword body and intangible sword qi spun uncontrollably around him; his tone was calm, yet his state was odd, as if lost in some confusion.

"Her disappearance seems connected to you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the approaching King of Giants, and in his eyes flashed a vision of a girl fighting him—he flipped his snow-white longsword in reverse.

A pure, refined blade of light flared, devoid of any flourish, as the previously launched swords, forged from sword qi and projections, converged into a pillar and roared back from the sky, radiant.

"Is it because of you?"

It spread like a tide, divided by the barrier; within a thousand li, the black ocean was endlessly severed, finally dissolving as if melted away.

He turned around and looked at the boy Gilgamesh behind them, asking:

"Where did she go?"

I must have been insane to upload the detailed outline—please everyone, pretend you didn't see it.

(End of Chapter)