Chapter 390

As the surveillance camera shattered and fell to the ground in pieces, Li Huowang snapped out of his emotional outburst.

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him—clearly

in this modern world, he shouldn't have any other abilities!

The one whose consciousness shuttled between the bizarre ancient cultivation world and the modern world should be just an ordinary person here, incapable of anything beyond removing objects from Da Liang—by all logic, he shouldn't possess this kind of power.

Where did this power come from?!

Now he could no longer see things from Da Liang, yet he could use cultivation techniques.

Before he could even react in shock, he felt the numbness in his body bound by two restraint straps vanish, replaced by a steady flow of power surging from within—equipment that had pinned him firmly to the iron bed now crumbled like thin paper.

Rip—

Li Huowang broke free from the restraints, propping himself up on the bed, staring at the divine energy flowing over his body, feeling a faint sense of familiarity with this power.

Ocean of Suffering, Life Spring

Immediately afterward, more information unfolded before his mind like clouds parting.

Basic Formation Script Crafting, Common Alchemy Knowledge, Dao Scriptures, Essentials of Cultivation, Battle Qi—this flood of knowledge struck him like lightning; he suddenly remembered!

It wasn't that things from ancient Da Liang had vanished—it was that he had crossed over! To another world, another… those people.

Li Huowang felt his mind was stuck, jammed at the most critical moment.

At that moment, he noticed a strange icon in his field of vision—right, it was the chat group!

Snow-white walls, glowing energy-saving lamps, pale green explosion-proof glass with welded iron bars—this once monotonous and oppressive scene no longer troubled Li Huowang; his breath came fast, his spiritual sense spreading throughout the entire prison.

"It's all real!" Li Huowang muttered to himself.

He leapt off the bed in excitement; though a gap still lingered in his memory, he had no time to care about that now.

Outside the iron door, several guards were rushing toward him—he could even hear the static crackling from their communication devices, likely triggered by the sudden failure of the surveillance equipment in his cell.

"Flying out directly won't work—modern society… I don't want to become a national hero; this would cause too much disruption, and I can't drag my parents into it." Li Huowang paused to think, then returned to the bed.

"The camera isn't broken, and I didn't cause any damage."

He attempted to use his Xinsu cultivation ability—and as expected, the camera and restraint straps restored to their original state.

Ten seconds later, the guards and Sun Xiaoqin entered to find nothing unusual inside; their radios also received notification that surveillance had returned to normal, and everyone exhaled in relief.

Before being admitted, Li Huowang had single-handedly taken down seven bandits; under normal circumstances, his actions would have been considered heroic, but since Li Huowang was also a psychiatric patient, he was classified as an unstable element—sending him to prison for treatment was merely a last resort.

Online attention hadn't faded—if anything happened to Li Huowang inside the prison, they wouldn't just lose their jobs, they might even swap identities with the inmates.

"Alright, Ms. Sun," the older guard said to Sun Xiaoqin,

"I see your son is recovering well. I'll speak with my superiors and see if I can submit a request to get your son released as soon as possible."

Sun Xiaoqin's face lit up with joy as she quickly thanked the guard.

But she didn't know that the guard, who had just been arguing with her, had changed his tone because Li Huowang had secretly cast a spell.

"Huowang, did you hear that?"

"Mom, I heard it."

After Sun Xiaoqin left again, Li Huowang looked up at the sky beyond the explosion-proof glass.

Leaving this place was now only a matter of time.

With anticipation in his heart, Li Huowang began recalling the missing part of his memory—he vaguely remembered experiencing much, growing significantly with the help of many friends.

But why did these memories now feel hazy?

He opened the chat group, wanting to see what had happened.

Prompt: Miss Kelaien, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Li Huowang, Song Shuhang (Group members have entered soul state)

Su Lin: "Huowang! Huowang! Come back, don't go! Fuck, why is your soul changed too?!!"

Prompt: Group members Miss Kelaien, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Li Huowang, Song Shuhang have been revived.

Su Lin: "Hold on!! Can your souls see this?! Lao Zhou—!"

Prompt: Group members Miss Kelaien, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Li Huowang, Song Shuhang (Group members have entered soul state)

Su Lin: "Yan bro! Wake up! Fuck! Brother, wake up!!"

Prompt: Group members Miss Kelaien, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, Li Huowang, Song Shuhang have been revived.

Su Lin: "Shuhang, don't scare me! Why is everyone else nearly fine but your tentacles are still oozing out?!"

Prompt: Song Shuhang (Group member has entered soul state)

"." Li Huowang stared at the flood of near-screen-filling prompts, his spine stiffening as a chill crept up his body.

What the hell?!

Li Huowang stared blankly at the chat log—when did all this happen? Did I die? But I'm alive, right?!

What is he talking about…

Su Lin? Su Lin… Brother Su Lin

"Yes, there was such a person," Li Huowang realized with shock—he couldn't recall the man's face, yet even so, seeing the name warmed his heart.

Fragments of memories from Water Mirror Peak surfaced in his mind—he had spent the easiest decade of his life on another Earth.

No deceit, no need to hide his Xinsu identity, no need to question whether that world was real.

Ye Fan, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, and the other group members all took care of him; they were all a few years older, like dependable older brothers guiding his cultivation and studies, and even the unreliable Bird Brother and Chu Lan would help him strategize.

But why…

What had he forgotten? Why did he instinctively resist recalling anything about Su Lin?

Li Huowang was confused, but Su Lin in the chat group was still sending messages.

Su Lin: "Fuck, are you going to force me to buy a time machine?! No! Don't make me spend that much!"

Su Lin: "Wake up already! Can I treat you all to my Immortal Wine buffet? I refuse to believe my God Mode can't save you! Thank heaven and earth, Mr. Zhou is awake—otherwise I'd have to send Anduin over for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Miss Kelaien: "f! #%! I believe your bullshit!"

Su Lin: "Huowang, are you ok????"

Su Lin: "Your body has recovered—what about your soul?! Come back quickly!"

What is he saying?

Li Huowang pondered Su Lin's words about body and soul—he himself was currently present. Wait, under normal circumstances, he could exist simultaneously in this world's modern era and in another world's body, yet his consciousness remained the same.

Why could he no longer perceive the scenes on the other side?

Just as Li Huowang was frozen in thought, an anomaly appeared in the sky outside the window.

He turned off the chat group and rubbed his eyes, thinking he had imagined it.

"What is that?" Li Huowang noticed a long black line in the sky—it did not seem like an illusion.

This question did not last long, for the black line was not only extending but also widening!

The blue afternoon sky began to tear open; from the rift poured chaos, and boundless darkness spread outward from that chaos.

Boom—!!!

Not a sound heard by the ears, but a violent vibration sensed within his spiritual awareness—then Li Huowang's world began to tremble and collapse!

Li Huowang's heart pounded wildly, his spirit taut with tension—he did not understand what was happening, only felt an inexplicable terror.

From this moment on, without reason, fear appeared in his body like endless water, and the confidence brought by the sudden surge of power vanished completely.

"What is this!!"

Everything within sight began to warp—chaotic, twisted flesh emerged from the rift, becoming the only colored object in this world.

Sensations not his own spilled from his body—he seemed to understand what it was. No—he could not comprehend the contradiction. Li Huowang clutched his head, as if something were about to burst his skull.

He gradually understood everything, yet everything slipped away at lightning speed.

"No no! No!"

The twisted flesh tentacle in the sky coiled into a spear, rotating clockwise like a pointer, finally stopping directly toward Li Huowang—like a gaze.

Extreme terror! Unable to breathe!

As he neared suffocation, Li Huowang's mind jolted—he remembered Su Lin, and realized what he had seen before; the sensation of understanding everything, nearly bursting his mind, was instantly drained away.

Though it felt as if he had lost everything, it left him feeling incredibly refreshed.

Before he could savor it, he instinctively swallowed saliva.

For what had been pulled out now appeared before him in solid form.

Like a cluster of light, like a cluster of chaos—in that instant the anomaly appeared, his vision filled with countless new perspectives.

"Shit!"

Infinite contradictions—these contradictions were both answers to questions and paradoxes of everything, flooding into his mind like a reverse tide.

The twisted flesh spear moved, stabbing toward the earth wrapped in terror and despair, as if the world itself teetered on the brink of shattering.

At that moment, the object containing all colors paused for a breath.

The next second—

Like a meteor flying backward, trailing a long tail, it pierced through layers of space toward the flesh spear; wherever its tail passed, ripples like water spread, and the colorless world returned to normal.

"Ah ha… ha…"

As if escaping death, as the object was drawn upward by the flesh spear, Li Huowang felt the surrounding terror dissolve with it.

After surviving the ordeal, he gasped for air, staring up at the sky.

Though the flesh spear had no face, Li Huowang felt a shock emanating from it—the motion toward the earth halted, as if brakes had been slammed, anchoring it in space.

Then, from the flesh spear came confusion and dread.

"Holy shit!!!"

A voice of sudden awakening echoed across heaven and earth, but soon more darkness poured into the rift—no, it was not darkness, but pure unknown, something utterly incomprehensible.

Li Huowang remained bound to the bed, eyes wide, watching as the unknown and the omniscient clashed.

Compared to the surging unknown, the omniscient object was no larger than a stone—but that stone, as it met the tidal wave, erupted with sunlight-like "heat."

Like melting snow, like fireworks exploding in midnight, millions of brilliant colors rained down where they collided; the flesh spear between them dissolved and reformed repeatedly.

For some reason, Li Huowang had this thought—he suddenly felt something had decreased, something had increased; in the radiant chaos-light, balance…

This magnificent scene did not last long.

Soon, the object resembling omniscient knowledge was worn away entirely by the tide; gradually, the balance of all things tilted once more.

With no interference, a pale, strange aura appeared in the heavens; the rift was sealed by multiple forces, like ointment applied to a wound.

Deprived of its source, the remaining darkness slowly faded into the world.

Li Huowang exhaled, the veins on his forehead receded, his body drenched in sweat—he felt something strangely off.

"Huh? My spiritual power is gone!" Li Huowang suddenly realized—he tried to break free from the restraints, but found himself back in his original state.

His muscles ached and swelled; his body felt hollow, nothing sensed within.

"Huowang… Huowang! How do you feel?!"

Li Huowang nodded his head like a rattle drum—he had just returned to his other body and saw Su Lin gripping his shoulders, shaking him frantically, eyes filled with concern.

"I'm fine," Li Huowang said dazedly, looking around—the world was monochrome, snow falling softly, a vast white expanse. "Where is this?"

"Type-Moon Universe," Su Lin exhaled. "I brought you here, gave you the player template—finally pulled one back."

"Thank you, Doctor Su," Kleine said with formal address, expressionless: "A miraculous cure, the compassion of a healer."

"." Su Lin glanced at Kleine, then quickly turned his head away, avoiding eye contact.

Now, transparent worms kept emerging from Miss Kelaien's face and falling to the ground, but soon sprouted white wings and used an escape technique to fly back.

Dùn Shù?!

"This is that… uh…" Su Lin's lips twitched, then said:

"The Spirit Worms, after training, evolved. You know, in Pokémon there's always this kind of setup, right?"

"Hmm, you're right." Kleen nodded, pulling out a revolver and pressing it to his own head: "But I choose"

Boom—!

Su Lin stared at the mask materializing before him—the Unique Trait of the Fool—and snapped his fingers over his face.

Kleen resurrected again, but this time his condition was clearly much better; the signs of loss of control were gone from his face.

"Tianzun asked me to deliver a message to you," Kleen said slowly. "I suggest you go to Adam for treatment of your cognitive issues."

Li Huowang rose from the ground. He now knew what had happened, but the image of Su Lin revealing his true form had vanished from his mind.

"Big Brother Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan?" Li Huowang saw Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan sitting on the cliffside, hugging his knees and shivering: "Are you cold?"

But when he approached, he realized Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan was staring blankly into the distance.

"Huowang, help me out—kill me," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan lowered his head and said. "I still feel a little unclean."

Are there any residual effects left in these others?

Li Huowang drew his long sword and pierced Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan clean through, then unleashed a fireball technique that reduced Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's body to ashes.

"That's much better." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan reappeared beside them, a glimmer of light returning to his eyes.

Su Lin waved his hand and dragged Emperor Yufeng back from Mars, where he had fled.

"Su Zongzhu! I'll obey from now on!" Emperor Yufeng sobbed tearfully: "Wahhh! Please, don't use that technique again!!!"

Stop crying.

You make it sound like I'm burdened with grave sins.

Su Lin patted the man's head and looked toward Song Shuhang beside him.

It's been forty-five minutes since he was thrown into the black hole and the automatic cleansing mode was activated—why hasn't he woken up yet?

(End of Chapter)