Chapter 388

The swift sword leaves no trace, severing layers of laws, escaping the constraints of time and space.

Coach, didn't this move appear in a few chapters ago?

"Are you insane too?!" Su Lin's spiritual sense warned him; his Eternal Furnace Core converted the accumulated boundless magical power into multiple laws composing the universe.

That slender purple blade, of unknown origin, had broken free from Su Lin's current authority, forcing him to construct an absolute field using multiple laws.

"Shut up!" Su Tuoni's gaze was resolute: "As long as I'm here, you monster won't harm this world!"

Is this guy mentally deranged?

Su Lin caught the purple blade bare-handed, suppressing the urge to unleash his ultimate technique: "What's wrong with your brain?! It's me! If you strike again, do you think I won't just smash you to death with system points?!"

"The myriad realms are far more terrifying than I imagined—after another version of me was consumed, even the system was stolen… Rest in peace." Su Tuoni's aura surged continuously; his semi-phantom body gradually solidified as he solemnly said:

"I will protect everything on Earth for you."

Su Lin said expressionlessly: "The study materials on my college computer hard drive were."

"Are you insane?!" Su Tuoni yanked back his blade in shock: "You can't say that!"

He stepped back warily, staring at the entity before him—interwoven with countless forms, whose mere gaze inflicted real harm upon weak souls—and his face turned alternately pale and flushed.

The surrounding world gradually restored itself; the new universe, overlapping and fused with the original, obeyed the Creator's decree of annihilation and silently met its shattering end.

Only the seven-colored light in Su Tuoni's eyes continued to swirl, until it calmed slightly, when he softly spoke:

"You made such a sacrifice to save this universe—I am not worthy of you."

Su Lin said dazedly: "Did your brain short-circuit?"

What the hell is this guy muttering to himself?

"The soul's essence is confirmed—no foreign components mixed in… or maybe everything was mixed in… uh." Su Tuoni waved his hand, tightly closing his stinging eyes, and said:

"You don't need to say more—I never expected you to have such awakening. Truly, you're none other than me, the sole savior of this world."

"I can't imagine what enemies you faced in other worlds, or how you were reborn again and again from inevitable endings."

His voice was heavy, like a narrator still haunted by tragedy after witnessing an epic.

But human joys and sorrows differ—Su Lin only felt the latter part was correct: he truly had grown through repeated cosmic crises.

"Is that right?" Su Tuoni's eyes held a glimmer of hope, then filled with compassion and sorrow: "Welcome back, lone warrior."

"Can you stop acting?" Su Lin glanced around—the bustling night market was now utterly empty. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Once, an Emperor of the Yuan Realm, nearly reaching the level of a Cosmic Emperor—just one step away—attempted to possess me." Su Tuoni explained:

"Yet in the end, everything he possessed became nourishment for my growth. Our souls possess a certain quality—difficult to replace."

"You became like this by repeatedly absorbing foreign elements, didn't you?"

He wore the look of one who understood everything without needing further words—Su Lin wanted to send this riddler straight to Arkham for treatment.

"Could it be…" Su Tuoni, seeing Su Lin's unchanged expression, tremulously raised a finger and asked:

"Could it be that before returning, you accidentally contacted some horrific contamination source? That's bad—I suggest you isolate yourself in another universe as soon as possible."

"You don't even know your own condition? Really? Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Seeing Su Lin shake his head, even staring at his own hands and shoe soles—completely bewildered, not faking it—Su Tuoni felt sweat soak his back for the first time in this broken body.

He stepped back half a pace and asked: "Though it's impolite to ask, I still need to know—have you ever felt the urge to turn others into your kind?"

Su Lin didn't answer; his annoyance only deepened.

"Never felt that everything in this world was abnormal, and wanted to remake it into a comfortable version?"

Su Lin shook his head.

"No whispers in your ears? No flesh and blood spurting out when you speak? No trembling brain? No urge to gnaw your nails? No desire to corrupt all living beings?"

"No feeling of boredom from a higher-dimensional being gazing down at lower-dimensional ones?"

Su Lin watched the future warrior still babbling and interrupted: "Keep talking and I'll fight you."

Su Tuoni manipulated space and teleported his students back to the academy.

"How do you perceive yourself now?"

"Cool."

Do you even have human aesthetics?!

"Put it another way—do you think your traits are normal? Sacred Order Laws, Chaotic Biological Form, Primordial Power of High-Dimensional Divine Clan, Vast Artificial Magical Source, Unknown Human Divine Treasury, Unknown Universe's Creator God… your rank—how long were you in other worlds? And other things…" Su Tuoni looked at Su Lin, who appeared utterly ordinary, paused, then said:

"And a bit of Immortal Dao cultivation."

Barely detectable unless closely observed—his cultivation wasn't weak, but in places like the Immortal Realm, he'd be cannon fodder at best, merely promising with deep potential.

"These are all accidental gains—some weren't voluntary, but harmless, so I kept them." Su Lin nodded and said:

"Like a college graduate—more skills mean more job options. The more you know, the better."

Please don't insult college graduates with such high cost-to-benefit ratios.

"Activate all the power within you." Su Tuoni pulled out an ancient mirror engraved with unknown inscriptions: "Stand before this Mirror of Truth and see your current form."

If he himself hasn't noticed, there might still be hope—using the all-powerful system should… should be able to save him.

Su Lin walked before the mirror and saw within it: a ten-winged deity, a radiant figure in a transparent cloak, and at the center, a core containing all laws of existence, capable of instantly shedding or assuming more forms. "Any changes? Still just as cool and imposing."

No hope left—this guy is beyond saving.

Su Tuoni stared at the being reflected in the ancient mirror—an entity beyond description, embodying the utmost conflict between Dao and Reason, Order and Chaos, radiating eternal essence from within.

He couldn't see further—the deeper core was utterly obscured. This wasn't some righteous master casually trying a demonic technique and gaining insight, nor was it a Buddhist-Demon fusion seeking self-path.

He knew every soul fragment was Su Lin, but had no idea why these elements combined into this.

For supreme beings, Chaos and Order, Immortal Dao and Magic—all could be tried, all could be freely transformed.

Some could even switch their entire system in a single thought—like an Immortal God disguising himself as a strange creature, simulating and wielding strange power.

But he could never alter his own core, never completely invert his Dao and Reason into a wholly conflicting form without a reversal mechanism.

If you do this, your Spirit Platform will surely collapse; under certain unusual circumstances, even your own thoughts will become nourishment for a new entity's birth.

Moreover.

Too much.

"Stop staring." Su Tuoni had no mood left, his thoughts a tangled mess: "Do as you please."

The fact that this guy is still alive and hasn't become a cosmic pollutant is already a miracle.

Aside from being unaware of his own internal state—not that he's unaware, he's simply accustomed to it—he lacks self-awareness; his perception of power's form has ascended to a level ordinary people cannot comprehend.

A miracle within miracles, a reversal of heaven itself.

He threw down a book, its pages forged from immortal gold and inlaid with the characters of the Dao.

"Consider the Pure Immortal Body—its complete version is worth at least thirty million in the system."

"I'm begging you, damn it."

Before Su Lin could stop him, the other man and the ancient mirror Su Lin had already embraced, planning to find an excuse to take away, vanished—leaving only Su Lin and ordinary people who slowly gathered to gawk, finding nothing.

"Why rush off?" Su Lin said with regret: "I was going to ask if your Sharingan could be transplanted."

That's what he said.

But he's not blind to Teacher Tuoni's attitude—how many times has this happened now?

Could it really be that bad?

He stood still, thinking for a moment, recalling previous situations: "Should I get a few people I know to come take a look?"

Jixia Academy, the principal's office with minimalist decor.

"It hurts." Su Tuoni appeared in the room, rubbing his eyes and inhaling sharply: "Too damn abstract."

He didn't even have time to be shocked.

Eternity, spacetime, fate, omniscience, creation, destruction—every aspect contained these complete powers, and behind them stretched a mature, complete universe, yet too distant, as if bound by some restriction.

Almost forgot—the Buddha's Dharma Body. Damn it, how could a Dharma Body mix with all that?

Abbot, what's your job?

He sat on a leather sofa, closed his eyes, and meditated for a while, but his mind kept replaying the dream from a few days ago.

Like an omen, or perhaps a hallucination.

In the distant void of the universe, a place where spacetime cannot interfere, he saw the unspeakable entity—the creature waved at him as if greeting him.

"They say Gilgamesh from anime appeared near Shikou BBQ City in Linzi District," Luo Shengying pushed the door open: "You did this?"

"That wasn't me!" Su Tuoni said wearily.

"That guy's back—he's like when we smuggled ourselves into the distant universe beyond the battlefield, exploiting differences in time flow to strengthen ourselves. Who knows how long he's been stuck in other universes?"

"Really? He still looks like someone quietly striving," Luo Shengying smiled faintly: "When can we arrange a meal for Luo Xiaoying and him?"

"Leave Luo Xiaoying alone—that guy? Don't even mention him. Horror story." Su Lin suddenly opened his eyes: "We can't just wait. Save money and sever the connection!"

After moving all his personal belongings to the Su Zongzhu's chamber on Shuijing Peak, Su Lin tossed the book "Pure Immortal Body" to Emperor Yufeng.

"See how good I am to you? Study hard—I'll test you when you're done."

Why bother using your own brain to comprehend it? He'd nearly vomited self-studying "Introduction to Creation to Burial" on Xingyue—once Emperor Yufeng understands it, he can just take the true meaning from him.

"Su Zongzhu, you're a great guy!"

Emperor Yufeng had just scowled after his phone was taken, but now this guy was being so generous—the book radiated immortal aura, clearly something valuable.

Su Lin smiled and carried Wang Xiaopang toward the outer pavilion, planning to find more people to look.

"Zhongli?"

He pushed open the tea room where someone always stayed—it hadn't existed before, but later a small pocket dimension was carved into the library for convenience.

"He hasn't returned yet—he took Huangshan Zhenjun and the others to the Immortal Realm," Emperor Yufeng replied: "Su Zongzhu, I'm going to pull gacha in Fengdan."

"Silly kid, there's no internet there," Su Lin closed the door and began searching for others:

"Of course, if you're pulling for Furukalos, that's different—come to think of it… didn't I, while drunk a long time ago, slip something to that blond guy and forget about it?"

Not using perception, occasionally relaxing like this—acting without knowing the outcome—could truly ease the mind.

Outside the door, on the mountain path leading to the training ground, he casually picked some spirit fruits; their refreshing, sweet fragrance spread.

I wonder if Liu Li Ge has returned? I entrusted him to grow holy and divine herbs—did they work?

If they did, maybe we could mass-produce them later. Also, the Immortal Linglong I obtained from his Immortal Realm—did I succeed in copying the Dao scriptures?

Thinking carefully, I haven't been to many worlds yet.

As Su Lin strolled with Emperor Yufeng, letting his thoughts wander, a new figure appeared at the teleportation gate to Ye Fan's world on the training ground.

"Senior Su Lin!" Song Shuhang's eyes lit up, waving at Su Lin, then "flew" to him at one kilometer per hour using his Sword-riding Technique:

"I've received the new system knowledge, and everyone is evacuating in order. I came to ask how to handle the helmets."

"Most helmets have been collected, but some haven't been recovered yet."

In fact, most cultivators have already left the simulated universe—but one cultivator—the one whose name doesn't need mentioning—claimed he was saving human civilization, took the helmets, and vanished to this day.

Bai Zunzhe, Kleine, and Zhongli—the three backend admin users—are all offline.

'What if this ruins Senior Su Lin's impression of our Jiuzhou No. 1 Group?' Seeing Huangshan Zhenjun nearly suffering a stomach ulcer from worry, Song Shuhang finally told him he'd handle it.

Because the new wedding gift for Weigong Shilang, mistakenly picked up last time, requires special preservation, Bai Zunzhe temporarily returned to the Mystical Realm.

Senior Su Lin is actually very easygoing; it's just that others aren't familiar with him and have preconceived notions from other perspectives.

"Have Kleine operate the backend—activate self-destruct or retrieval mode," Su Lin said casually: "Kleine would—"

Su Lin followed the gray-white network cable on the ground to a teleportation gate and pushed the door open.

"He's definitely playing video games again."

In the rented apartment, Li Huowang and Xiao Yan wore headphones, back-to-back with Su Lin, typing furiously at their desktop computers. From the chat window's status and scrolling speed, Su Lin predicted the next match (information available: 5/5).

Kleine held a can of Pepsi, and in his other hand, he clutched an aged copy of "The Call of Cthulhu," authored by Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

What good is cramming to understand these things, my Lord Azathoth? You have deceived more than one universe.

"Perfect, you're all here," Su Lin smiled at the group. "I need your help with something."

At these words, Kleen, who had been lazily lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other and reading a book, slowly turned his gaze toward Su Lin, spilling his cola all over himself.

"Look at my..."

Spiritual warning!!!

(End of Chapter)