Chapter 407: Four Hundred and Twelfth: Qing Wanglai

Four Hundred and Twelfth: Qing Wanglai

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In the Type-Moon World, beyond the Root, at the convergence of countless worldlines and spacetimes.

"To be honest, if my body turned into this, I'd rather die." Su Lin stared at the cluster before him

Hmm, can't describe it well. Anyway, it's the high-dimensional entity of Li Huowang—his eyes flickered with concern.

The intensity of this influence feels too strong.

I shouldn't have let Li Huowang keep suffering continuous influence, but he insisted, and Su Lin, unable to refuse him, agreed to this request.

"Too harsh on himself."

Each Buddha eye exhaled and absorbed light; within the indescribable form, primordial creative mist gathered, chaos spread, and all laws of the world began to evolve and emerge—if left unchecked, it might one day evolve into a whole world.

"My true form isn't this thing in your eyes, is it?!" Su Lin said, looking at Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan and Lu Mingfei, whose eyes had grown feathers from being here, and Ke Ke Ke Laien, who sat with eyes closed, meditating.

"Say something? Sorry, I forgot to activate your shields—I did it on purpose, so forgive me."

He retracted all information from them; once the group returned to normal, he asked the same question again.

"I can't remember what I saw. Please, don't make me recall that terrifying thing." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan covered his eyes, trying to cleanse them with his strange fire.

Lu Mingfei had just returned from the hallucination—he'd seemingly entered a strange place, perhaps a prison within the Dao Fruit, where a group of trembling "Lu Mingfeis" huddled.

Ke Ke Ke Laien opened his eyes and said:

"I don't have many memories, but I'm certain it wasn't a byproduct of this collapse—it's the law monster itself, more terrifying, and likely without physical form."

"Cool." Su Lin nodded. "Then I'm relieved."

"." Ke Ke Ke Laien resolved: after returning and settling things with Amon, he'd invite Adam to examine Su Lin's head.

Lu Mingfei, the first victim, asked numbly:

"Aren't you the Jin Dan cultivator who came to my world, a part-time God of Light who could only cheat and had nothing else? When did you become this?"

"Good question. I want to know too." Su Lin shrugged, hands open. "It's just like this now—no big deal."

Lu Mingfei's throat moved—he'd seen with his own eyes the group of "crazies" huddled in the corner of the Dao Fruit.

"Still, I'm curious why after Li Huowang was contaminated by you and returned to another world, he could use magic?" Ke Ke Ke Laien asked, watching the live stream.

"Such a level of transcendent ability shouldn't exist in the modern world before."

Li Huowang has one soul, two bodies—simultaneously in two worlds: one ancient, one modern.

In the ancient world, he's a Xin Su who masters transcendent abilities; in the modern world, Li Huowang is a student with mental issues—he can bring things from the ancient world back, but his physical body cannot manifest any transcendent power.

The reason this happened is that his world, "Da Nuo," was invaded by an external Dao, named "Fusheng Tian."

The ontological gap between Fusheng Tian and Da Nuo was too vast; when Da Nuo went mad due to Fusheng Tian's presence, the entire native Dao collapsed, and its celestial law administrators—the Confused Siming—were affected.

Like Li Huowang, they have different identities in Bai Yu Jing, the modern world, and the ancient world—but none can use their power to massively interfere with the modern world.

Simply put: Bai Yu Jing's Confused Siming are the original body (Dharma Body); the ancient world is one projection (Reward Body); the real world is the second projection (Manifestation Body).

Now, when Li Huowang returns to his own world carrying contamination, everything changes—the modern world, supposed to be in the End Dharma Era, manifests an utterly fantastical scene.

"What do you mean by contamination?" Su Lin rebutted and warned:

"Show some respect—this technique's name is the Supreme Dao Transformation Form! It lets those blessed feel the beauty of different laws!"

I wonder when he came up with that name.

Hmph. Blessing? How bold of you.

Everyone glanced at Li Huowang's current "mythical creature" state and decided to temporarily set this aside—Su Lin sometimes displays stubborn fixation on certain matters.

Currently, in the live stream, Li Huowang has reached a critical moment: Dou Mu is involved, and even Qing Wanglai, one of the Three Pure Ones, has appeared early, while the armed black-clad figures have launched an attack on Li Huowang.

"Maybe it's that thing…" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan said, speechless:

"Su Lin just said contamination contains various laws, so not only can he use magic, but he even attracted Fusheng Tian—that's Fusheng Tian, right?!"

Lu Mingfei, watching Li Huowang being attacked in the stream, frowned deeply:

"Too bad we can't go to his modern world—can't he use the Cross-World Rune there?!"

"Alright, it's about time to wake Li Huowang up." Su Lin immediately summoned the black hole washing machine, intending to cleanse Li Huowang from body to soul.

At this point, only by going to Li Huowang's other, ancient world and defeating the synchronized enemy there can one affect the modern world.

"Wait." Ke Ke Ke Laien spoke up to stop him: "The Three Pure Ones became weapons of Fusheng Tian because they were affected, right?"

Su Lin nodded. "Correct."

"Then, since Li Huowang was influenced by you, also a Confused Siming—what will Ji Zai become?" Ke Ke Ke Laien reminded.

"The Confused Siming transcend the timeline; it's not that Ji Zai appears because Li Huowang chose to become a Confused Siming—it's that when the moment Li Huowang became a Confused Siming occurred, Ji Zai then returned to his position and appeared before the world."

"Before that, the Confused Siming have always permeated the entire timeline—even a Confused Siming born in the future can influence past history."

"Do you play Warhammer? Oh, you don't play this kind of game—it's similar to the Chaos Gods here—there is no timeline without a Confused Siming."

Su Lin froze. "So… what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I hope Huowang hasn't gone too far—and" Ke Ke Ke Laien raised his cane and poked the mythical creature, clasping his hands together: "I hope Da Nuo is alright."

It was a thing beyond "No-Self" and "Formless"—one glance plunged the entire being into eternal infinite contradiction.

The laws of all things: contradiction.

The order of the universe: contradiction.

Even chaotic disorder was too.

Logic and cognition constantly negated and replaced each other; even the self drowned in the transcendence brought by "Omniscience." He began gradually understanding everything—until that "core" looked at him.

"Am I… Li Huowang?"

His soul plunged from omnipotence into the abyss, yet clarity began to return—fear instantly reached every soul particle; that impossibly vast twisted entity, merely by existing, shattered him into another kind of being.

"Why! Why! Why…"

Li Huowang forgot why he had suffered this—he only wanted to flee, to escape this place at all costs.

The physical body no longer matters; I must escape from here to survive!

He forgot how long he had fled—perhaps an instant, perhaps countless ages—until at last, guided by that subtle connection within his soul, he found another body free of fear.

As long as he passed through the world barrier before him, as fragile as an eggshell, he could enter; he was, after all, a life born within the shell, naturally able to pass unimpeded.

Li Huowang gazed bewilderedly in another direction, where an unimaginable presence completely engulfed the entire void—it was truly immense, enormous, and merely floating there made him feel suffocated.

Fear, yet merely the pressure of existence, paled beside the horror chasing him from behind.

It was like comparing a godlike machine capable of destroying heaven and earth to an unfathomable titan—both could crush him utterly, but if he had to choose, Li Huowang would rather pick a sci-fi film than a supernatural horror.

He no longer hesitated, and stepped into the world where the other body lay.

But Li Huowang did not notice that

a twisted, sacred shadow had been coiled around him all along.

A Buddha, majestic and solemn, bearing his own face, smiled a strange smile, its form winding and entwining around him like a dharma manifestation, entering the barrier together.

Why hadn't he noticed this?!

A new memory suddenly surfaced in Li Huowang's mind, plunging him into despair.

The being clad in the dual hues of order and chaos, whose face gradually transformed into a grotesque Buddha, was the Confused Siming, Ji Zai—who should never have appeared at this moment in time!

Why was he so naive?!

Why did he think he had escaped that corruption?!

Illusion! Illusion! All illusions!

From the very beginning, he had never escaped the possession of that corruption—it had always been there, and he had brought it back to this world!

At this moment, that sense of "omniscience" returned once more to Li Huowang's body; he was influenced by his future self, and his future self was influenced by him—in an endless cycle.

Ji Zai had acquired certain properties; even at a time when he should not have been restored, Ji Zai could break free from his bonds and return to reality.

"Ji Zai, stop!" Li Huowang saw the various laws coiling around his body, like silken threads, binding his limbs and torso entirely, dragging him toward the infinite heights beyond the timeline.

He wanted to enter, to come to this moment in time—and Li Huowang was the perfect vessel.

"Are you mad?!"

Li Huowang could even see Bai Yu Jing behind Ji Zai—a jade gate, a colossal Yin Gate—where twisted, deformed creatures drifted through clouds and stars, but as Ji Zai attempted to pass through the Yin Gate, those creatures… changed… changed…

Into holy angels?!

Li Huowang froze, forgetting to struggle, forgetting to dodge—the bloodied spear brimming with boundless terror stabbed toward him, yet remained locked in an eternal distance, forever out of reach.

The black chains of karmic secrets had no effect; no secret, no matter how profound, could pierce or influence him.

Thus, Li Huowang was entwined by those laws, gradually merging with the figure manifesting within Bai Yu Jing.

In the pitch-black expanse beyond heaven, the most extreme light blazed forth, illuminating the formless Bodhisattva, illuminating Bai Yu Jing, illuminating five distinct worlds—some things underwent brief change.

Distorted laws returned to normal; normal beings descended into corruption—like a light of redemption, yet also falling ash, falling ash.

"I understand! I understand, hahaha!!!"

"The Dao that can be spoken of…"

"Immortal Realm! Ascending to the Immortal Realm is today!"

Mixed with clamorous voices—joyful weeping, terror, and despair.

The deformed creatures of the Yin Gate dissolved into clumps of flesh, restructured by the interference of laws into auspicious immortal beasts—but accompanying this, Bai Yu Jing's scene gradually lost its substance, dissolving into twisted threads.

Farther away, he saw Ba Hui and other Confused Siming—unlike before, this time it was Li Huowang/Ji Zai who turned his gaze upon them, and then…

They ran.

"Ji Zai, stop!" Li Huowang, clinging to his last shred of reason, shouted angrily: "We shouldn't do this!"

As he spoke, the despairing rift in the sky widened further—a vast expanse of dim, multicolored light exhaled and inhaled a black mass that swelled and contracted, each expansion and contraction widening its edges!

"This was your choice," Ji Zai said. "It can't last long, and you'll be responsible for cleaning up."

Li Huowang froze. Suddenly, he remembered what the blank space in his mind had been.

"Brother Su Lin… my god"

"Enough! I can't take it anymore! Stop transmitting your influence!!!"

His eyes rolled back, he convulsed once, and fainted—his head entirely wrapped in silk ribbons drifting down from Ji Zai.

Ji Zai fully synchronized with Li Huowang. He gazed at the fleshy hand emerging from the rift—the part resembling Fusheng Tian—and charged straight toward it, embracing the mass of flesh.

The next instant…

The entire world erupted in gray light.

The hand twitched as if electrocuted, trying to break free—but Ji Zai held tighter, pouring everything within himself selflessly into the other.

Like cold water poured into a hot oil pot, space continuously exploded, and the multicolored light emitted crackling sounds like firecrackers.

"Li Huowang!!! What the hell did you just provoke?!" Qing Wanglai, restored to the form of a young man in his twenties with short hair, screamed from the sky:

"You brought in the wolf to devour the tiger! You're dragging us all down with you!"

Meanwhile, inside a prison, Yi Donglai stared at the exploding fireworks in the sky—alternately lucid and confused, laughing and crying—banging his head against the wall until his eyes rolled back and he spat foam, collapsing unconscious.

His entire body convulsed, as if haunted by a nightmare.

Finally, when the fireworks vanished and the rift sealed shut, Yi Donglai's body sprouted slimy tentacles, and from those tentacles emerged strands of luminous feathers.

But when a gray firework, larger than any before, suddenly bloomed in the sky, his twisted expression eased slightly, and the aberrations turned to ash and vanished.

In silence, he gradually calmed, slipping into a comfortable slumber.

Qing Wanglai saw Li Huowang tear out a sphere of light containing every color, along with his heart, wrap himself in all the law-ribbons, and hurl it like a grenade into the healing rift.

The terrifying force of their collision turned heaven and earth gray once more.

Li Huowang fell from the sky, clearly unconscious.

"It's quiet now," Qing Wanglai wept, rushing to catch Li Huowang—but found his own power draining rapidly, and terrifying images reappeared in his mind.

"Not enough… time isn't enough!"

He gritted his teeth, used his last remaining strength to reach the edge of a cliff, pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper, wrote something down, and placed it on Li Huowang.

"Brother Li, don't do anything so dangerous again." Qingwang's eyes filled with multiple colors, then gradually turned cold, brimming with killing intent. A faint smile curled at his lips as he stepped back several paces.

Whoosh—

He chose to leap off the cliff.

(End of Chapter)