Chapter 403: The Dao Intervenes

Four people left, but six returned.

Amon and Ricardo·M·Lu joined the Main God Space's Investigator Team for the Cycle Space.

"Welcome back, Cycle Rider Ricardo·M·Lu," said the black hole-like sphere.

"Your previous Cycle Team, 'For Your Sake,' failed its promotion mission; the penalty has been merged into your current team. Please check your inbox."

"Penalty details: The Main God Space's Investigator Team for the Cycle Space inherits the A-rank team's promotion mission. Your next team mission will change from an independent instance world to a team battle instance world. The main quest difficulty increases by one level. Since your team is a special guest team, the main quest difficulty increases by two additional levels—for a total of three."

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard; even his jet-black skin couldn't hide the fear in his eyes, for Su Lin had just made a throat-slitting gesture toward him.

I'm dead.

"Wait! I'm innocent!" Lu Mingfei cried out. "I just wanted to come in for some cosmetic surgery and a bath—who knew there'd be account inheritance here?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the glowing sphere, still devouring light, continued: "Your Cycle Points and Cycle Medals have been reissued."

A glow lit up on his wristwatch; Lu Mingfei instinctively checked it with his mind.

One S-rank Cycle Medal, seven A-rank Cycle Medals, thirteen C-rank Cycle Medals, one D-rank Cycle Medal, nineteen E-rank Cycle Medals.

Cycle Points: 4 new messages. Please check.

Linghu Chong 019: "Brother Lu, how are you alive?!"

Long Ao Jiao: "Mingge?! Ah, don't take that message I sent you earlier seriously!"

Yu Hua Chen: "Aren't you a solo team? How come you're still being revived after failing your mission for so long?"

A Universe Starship Repair: "What the hell am I seeing this early in the morning?"

Who are these people?!

As Lu Mingfei was utterly confused, his neck was suddenly gripped tight, and a cold voice like a demon's echoed from behind.

"So you're a veteran senior," said Su Lin, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Could you show me your personal assets? Don't misunderstand—I just want to gaze upon the strength of a master."

I believe your lies? You old bastard, you're a real scoundrel!

Lu Mingfei despaired: "The Constitution states that personal property is sacred and inviolable."

A place without any light, not belonging to darkness—only chaos, eternal and unordered.

A girl with silver hair, emerald eyes, and a long, stiff strand of hair sticking up appeared beside a throne composed purely of concepts, dressed in a JK school uniform.

"Nyarlathotep… what's this outfit? A new experiment?" The slender man with black hair and black eyes sat on the throne, looking at the unexpected guest with boredom.

"If you're bored, go destroy a universe to pass the time—don't come here."

His words were filled with coldness, but more than that, with helplessness.

"How cold you are. Don't you remember? I let you experience countless true chaoes—only then could you sit on this throne," Nyarlathotep bowed slightly, teasing the demon god.

"This outfit is the image humanity offered me—a perfect little girl paired with the Holy Sword of Physics."

"Desire is truly terrifying—even I can't escape this so-called 'kawaii' transformation."

"Any interesting events lately? I came here the moment I finished my work—don't tell me it's as boring as always."

In a certain sense, only now could He safely enjoy chaos without fearing sudden variables.

Sacrificing a chaotic universe in place and escaping the current dimension while erasing all traces took tremendous effort.

"Same as always," said Mo Ye·Nasulun, ignoring the other's words. "Neither the Abyss nor this Void holds any interest."

"Is that so?" Nyarlathotep pouted, feigning distress.

"Then I'll go into the Cycle Space to kill time—I've had zero entertainment lately."

The sensation of all chaos being reset to zero, of having to start over again—was truly awful.

Mo Ye·Nasulun glanced at Nyarlathotep in surprise, then closed his eyes and sensed for a moment.

"Only one newly issued invitation. Strange." He paused, then showed a flicker of emotion:

"A Cycle Rider who failed a mission has been revived by an invited team. Though this has happened before, this guy shouldn't have any connection to them."

"Interesting. This team is yours to play with. According to the Cycle Space's evaluation, their strength is decent among newcomers—they may achieve something in the future."

"You're not interested, so you're just giving it to me to kill time," Nyarlathotep swung her crowbar, knowing the demon god cared only for the strong. "How about I help you out? I remember there are still a few vacant demon god seats—if you give them to me, it'll be more effective."

"The contributions I've made should have long qualified me for normal exchange."

Mo Ye·Nasulun shook his head. "You'd betray us without hesitation at the peak of effectiveness and burn all the gains to ash."

He tossed Nyarlathotep a black sun coin containing a sliver of authority, then fell silent. The surrounding chaos spread, swallowing the throne as well.

He tossed a black sun coin imbued with a sliver of authority to Nyarlathotep, then fell silent, as the surrounding chaos spread and swallowed the Wang Zuo as well.

Seeing his firmness, Nyarlathotep didn't care—she'd been eyeing this place for far longer than a day or two.

"Cycle Riders… use this avatar to join them. How will the adorable Nyaa-ko be treated?" Nyarlathotep suddenly thought of something amusing.

"An extremely chaotic universe shouldn't receive this invitation. Better to take it as a new collection than hand it over to the Abyss."

"If this invitation wasn't meant for an extremely chaotic universe, it shouldn't have arrived at all; better to let me keep it as a new collection than hand it over to the Abyss."

She flicked the coin upward, and as it spun, she saw the special Cycle Team that had been invited—already possessing considerable strength.

A messy-haired black man was being repaired by the Cycle Space—oh, he wasn't Black, but he looked familiar.

Nyarlathotep snatched the coin mid-air and halted her steps in the Void Dimension.

Nyarlathotep snatched up the coin and halted his steps in the void dimension.

Among them, the young man wearing a top hat, holding a cane, and radiating scholarly aura stood out—right now he was curiously browsing the Cycle Space's exchange list, especially the search entries for "Cthulhu."

Such as the Seven Chapters of the Xuan Jun Scripture, the Nacte Codex.

"." Her arm suddenly dropped, letting the coin fall into nothingness.

After a long silence, Nyarlathotep looked with "pity" at the direction of the Abyss, sent a tendril into the void to retrieve the coin, then turned and walked toward the higher dimensions without looking back.

After a long pause, Nyarlathotep looked with a flicker of 'pity' toward the location of the Abyss, extended a tendril into the void to retrieve the coin, then marched without looking back toward the higher-dimensional direction.

"Peace is truly good."

"The prices are all very expensive," Kleen remarked.

"It currently has no reference value; to obtain a method of suppressing the Tianzun's will, you'll need to find another path."

"Sorry, Mr. Su and Mr. Lu, could you two please be quiet?"

Kleen, who had been searching the exchange list for practical items, turned to the two who had been noisy since earlier; though the disturbance was minor, Lu Mingfei's pig-like screams and struggles were relentless, truly a form of mental pollution.

Su Lin, who was choking Lu Mingfei with his arm, paused and asked in reply:

"It's time to cash in your coins—why are you just standing there instead of using confusion and hypnosis on him? You could achieve wealth freedom directly."

Upon hearing this, Kleen thought for a moment, pulled out a Class 2 Seer's Exquisite Trait from history; this plan seemed genuinely feasible.

Lu Mingfei waved his hand toward Li Huowang and the others, his eyes filled with hope.

Li Huowang turned his head away, trying not to look at this cruel scene—the cultivator world is one of the strong preying on the weak.

Shi Hao asked: "Won't it be fine if we don't interfere?"

Han Li nodded: "They've always been like this."

Li Huowang, upon hearing this, froze: "Really? They're close friends?"

Inside the chat group

Lu Mingfei: "These two beasts are trying to hypnotize me—whose eyes do you think see a good relationship?! Anyone come save me? I'll give you an A-rank Medal!"

Su Lin: "Oh? Opening your mouth with an A-rank Medal already?"

Kleen: "You really do seem wealthy—now you've got to prove your strength, Rich Brother."

Lu Mingfei: "You! #! ￥"

Song Shuhang: "What's going on with the three seniors? By the way, Senior Su Lin, are you at Water Mirror Peak? I'd like you to reset my resurrection artifact—I accidentally damaged it all."

Zhang Chuanyan: "Maybe don't reset it after all."

Song Shuhang: "How can that be? When traveling outside, a cultivator without a resurrection artifact always feels uneasy inside."

Lu Mingfei: "Thief! How about I give you one-fifth?! Don't cover my mouth!"

Lu Mingfei: "Hey, for the sake of our friendship, one-fourth—that's the max!"

Lu Mingfei: "Stop! Don't enter my subconscious sea! Don't you understand what privacy is?!"

Su Lin: "I already saw all your pathetic privacy over ten years ago. Stand still."

Kleen: "We're testing the boundaries of the Reincarnation space—please cooperate."

Yi Leina: "Can the three of you—Kesulu—not spam the group right after waking up? Seeing 99 messages is stressful!"

Xiao Yan: "Kesulu, Cthulhu—I can't help but laugh, honestly, all three of these guys' true forms have nothing to do with humans."

Kleen: "I'm still human in spirit."

Su Lin: "Am I not human?"

Lu Mingfei: "Half-human is still human! Hey, you two upstairs, stop! I'll give you half!"

Su Tuoni: "Excuse me—someone performed surgery on me? My Arc Reactor was removed from my chest. My God, I've never felt better."

Su Lin: "Your body likely underwent self-repair. Compared to ordinary humans, your soul and flesh have ascended by more than one level."

Su Tuoni: ". god!"

Though not the God of his own universe, the surface layer of human history overlaps significantly—conceptually, they are the same kind of deity.

Su Lin: "If you can't calm down, drink more holy water—there should still be an immortal wine pool there."

Su Tuoni: "Thank you—I'm already much calmer."

Although the college student Ge Xiaolun was soaking in it, Su Tuoni had no habit of drinking pool water.

Especially since the Eastern Divine Dragon was bathing inside, scrubbing himself while humming a hippie-style song—"Why fear the wheel of heaven? The Dragon Lord hums ha xi, one claw shatters the yellow sky, two claws shatter the blue sky, five claws up—I am heaven, aowu!"

Are all Eastern Divine Dragons like this?

"What would Pepper think if I told her I threw a party with God?" Su Tuoni rubbed his temples and said: "She'd probably treat it as an April Fools' joke."

After sobering up, Su Tuoni touched the USB drive in his pocket—the complete collection of Marvel films and TV series given to him by Song Shuhang. Energized, he decided to activate the Iron Man playback function and watch a movie.

"Spider-Man? A superhero from the order Araneae? Superheroes maintain species diversity… Hmm, better watch the Avengers instead—knowing the future in advance is interesting."

As dusk fell and the sun born that day slowly set, Su Lin and the others emerged from the hazy twilight, returning from the Reincarnation space.

He walked over to Su Tuoni's side, watching the man's existential crisis, and asked: "Stark?"

"Sorry… God," Su Tuoni dropped his hand from his chin, waved helplessly, and chuckled bitterly: "I was just reviewing my life."

Su Lin nodded: "Shall I arrange a chapel and confessional for you? I know a priest who also works as a psychologist."

"No need," Su Tuoni stood up and extended his hand to Su Lin: "Also, just call me Tony. Thank you for all your help today."

Su Lin joked and shook his hand: "You're welcome—hopefully your future armor inventory doesn't include an Anti-God suit."

"Never," Su Tuoni said sincerely: "Though we're both rich, I'm not as dark as DC."

This was practically naming names.

"Interested in a business deal?" Su Lin pulled out a wristwatch and said: "Once you return, immediately begin mass-producing Iron Man suits."

Time flew by; ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Su Lin completed all the accumulated work and only now began studying his current state.

To take the first step toward his own transcendence outside the Xingyue universe without neglecting Immortal Dao cultivation—not a brief creation fragment, but a qualitative leap—is currently quite difficult.

"Plan One: Traditional route. Do nothing. Wait until the designated time, when your original body fully synchronizes with this universe, and everything will naturally follow."

This was obviously impossible. Not only is it too slow, but for Su Lin, he has far better methods than becoming the soul-side of this universe's origin.

"Plan Two: Find a place to attempt life transcendence. I can use the Eternal Furnace Heart to fuse the powers, knowledge, and laws of creation into another self—even if it fails, I can simply start over."

At this point, how to cultivate Immortal Dao became the least worrying matter—he had too many resources, so many that he needn't fear the path ahead, only proceed step by step.

On the path of the Creator God, he must explore alone; the greater difficulty lies in practicing beyond omniscience and omnipotence.

How should one face difficulty?

"Try it yourself first," Su Lin said, pulling his gaze away from the lottery interface and the Shangcheng interface: "It's also an interesting experience."

Although it doesn't have much practical use, it at least saves a lot of points.

He opened the chat group, preparing for his long-overdue idle chatter, and glanced to see where Ye Fan had been chased to this afternoon.

Perhaps because the chat group's three fools had exposed his thoughts a few days ago, Ye Fan chose not to reveal his identity right away; instead, he calmed himself to watch the prodigies perform and headed to Zitian Capital.

Everything had been going well—Ye Fan had even been discussing with Zhongli when to knock out the Jin Chixiaopeng King and deliver him to Su Lin to replicate the Tianyao Tusheng Jue, meant for Xiao, who was also a Jinchi Dapeng.

But this unlucky bastard had been teleported by Heihuang's experimental escape array markings to the Yin-Yang Holy Land, and was now being hunted by a sect leader.

If it were Su Lin, he would already be screaming in the group, "Help me, fellow group members!" After all, face can't be eaten for dinner—though of course, Su Lin could also choose to use his full-power form.

Su Lin: "Keep going, big brother training your evasion technique!"

Ye Fan: "Bullshit short-range teleportation! I'm gonna boil that damn dog alive someday!!!"

He swore it was safe—said the array markings had been improved—but it still went wrong!

Su Lin was about to go to Ye Fan's world to watch the spectacle, when Pizi Long suddenly popped up.

Zi Jin Shen Long: "Su Lin, save me, big boss!!!"

Zi Jin Shen Long: "The Dao of Heaven has intervened!!!"

Back late, sorry

(End of chapter)