Chapter 439: Su Lin

Harvest ash from nature's creations, bring renewal from the embers of destruction.

Cycle endlessly, pure light flowing from the soul, originating from the dawn's radiance before the fall, silently surging back into the Creator's form, carrying Luxi's lingering will.

At the eternal end, the unceasing finale, He finally saw it—the origin, bearing the beginning and end of all things, beneath sacred white light.

Luxi gazed ahead, where a ten-winged figure stood atop a gold-white sphere, countless intricate laws flowing through it.

The voice, indistinguishably gendered yet exquisitely beautiful, abruptly ceased.

For He discovered that beneath those countless intricate laws lay...

Something never seen before, twisted.

Existence itself is blasphemy; even fantasy is forbidden.

"Su Lin."

"Fuck... my head hurts."

Su Lin rose from the ground, glanced at the three pairs of gray-black wings on his back—color seemed off—but immediately a stream of related information flooded his mind.

Ash Wing No. 666 (Wing of Creation): A calamity artifact forged from high-concentration destruction laws; upon assimilation, grants the system power condensed by the End Beast of Calamity, capable of continuous growth by annihilating universes and absorbing extreme negative energies born within them.

Note: A destruction artifact scattered by the ancient universe's wanderer Luxi into the void; through transcendence and meeting conditions, it gains recognition of Luxi's lingering will and evolves into the Wing of Creation.

Wing of Creation: Luxi's great work, forged over eons after relinquishing the Creator's granted power of shaping, to prove himself to the "Father" who created all.

Current State: Primordial Fall (consuming Luxi's lingering will)

Destruction (channeling destruction elements to cover the area, bringing annihilation while generating ash), Creation (concentrating ash at a point to create all things through one's will), Fire and Light (manipulating cosmic energy to forge flame), Seven Primordial Sins: Pride (ruling over those who scorn), Flight (enabling inter-universal travel in the void, dimensional shifting, traversing parallel worlds), Calamity Rhythm...

The room remained the same, several cold corpses lay on the floor, dark red blood spreading like a spiderweb across uneven ground; the tactical flashlights in the armed personnel's hands became spotlights, all focused on the man.

Ash continuously drifted from the void, falling slowly like snow; he stood on the stage of light and blood, his face regressing to youth, six wings devouring all color unfolding behind him.

"Big Bro Su..." Li Huowang wasn't sure if he was conscious, since he'd just pierced him with the Confused Heavenly Dao.

"Where did I get these Ash Wings?" Su Lin tore the shard of glass from his forehead, blood slowly tracing the contours of his face.

He stared at the shard—once transparent, now stained red by blood—and froze, gritting his teeth: "Motherfucker... who the hell did this..."

Li Huowang blinked, then pointed outside: "Fu Sheng Tian! Fu Sheng Tian did it!"

"Fu Sheng Tian? How did we jump to the finale... wait, I remember..." Su Lin processed decades of memories while juggling internal dissonances.

But too many things pulled his attention.

Flesh, confusion, life, wisdom, fear... where did these authorities inside me come from?

And what the hell are these memories?

Reincarnated as a Copy-Paste Author? Reincarnated as a Campus Genius in the City? Reincarnated as the Whisperer?

Su Lin heard the voice and scanned around: "I don't know what you're talking about."

【God】

Su Lin rubbed the spot where the glass had pierced him, inhaling sharply through his teeth: "I'm on contract as God in some universe."

Anyone with a grudge against that title, don't come near me, and

Besides, I'm not even native—just a temp hired mid-job.

"You've probably mistaken me for someone else."

"Who said I'm forbidden?"

The voice did not return; she was exhausted by the end, her voice and her essence sinking into slumber.

Li Huowang and the others stared blankly at this "Su Tianfu" displaying the image of a "Fallen Angel" in the modern world—expressions ranging from sorrow, to stupor, to shock.

His muttering made it clear his mind had not returned to normal.

Perhaps it's this world that's broken—everyone who comes here grows crazier: Amon was like this, Su Lin and Meng Qi are like this too.

Thud...

Yi Donglai could no longer hold on; the lock core and latch clattered, and the iron door shut completely.

Su Lin shook his head; the Heavenly Dao from Fu Sheng Tian felt unpleasant—like an apple pie with legs writhing in his stomach—and a pool of something made his head foggy.

He glanced at Meng Qi, surrounded by armed personnel behind him, and began walking toward him.

"Raise your hands!"

The armed personnel raised their weapons at Su Lin, voices trembling with fear at this reality-shattering sight, clutching their guns for courage.

"Stand down."

Su Lin's eyes brimmed with pride as he spoke in a flat tone—a command they must obey with their lives.

The armed personnel stiffened, their sclera blackening, then retreated in perfect unison to either side.

In Li Huowang's vision, the Confused Siming surrounding the white-haired Daoist inside Baiyu Jing all bore identical black cross marks on their bodies.

Then, grotesque, indescribably bloated forms began dissolving; their contained Heavenly Dao turned to ash, drifting through Baiyu Jing and settling upon the newly arrived Fu Sheng Tian Confused Siming.

Moments later.

A heavy snow of gray-black feathers fell over all of Baiyu Jing.

Su Lin walked through the gray snow, stepped before Meng Qi, expression strange, and asked: "What are you doing in Gan?"

Dainao's Heavenly Dao was now fully under his control; with Yi Donglai's complete loss of authority, Meng Qi's eyes gradually cleared.

"Waiting for you to stab me," Meng Qi smiled, his face overlapping with Qingwanglai's; he picked up the shards of the broken incandescent bulb, held them in his hands, and mimed slashing his own throat with a knife-hand.

"Killing the Grand Siming is the same—if this newly born Grand Siming dies, the other Confused Siming can return."

"After all, his goal was to give me the Heavenly Dao; without me as the focal point, history will naturally change."

"Of course, be careful not to kill my good brother Xiao Su along with me—if you do, I'll haunt you forever, I'll haunt you forever, I'll haunt you forever—important things must be said three times."

If Dainao (Grand Siming) is the backdrop, then the Confused Siming and other beings are doodles on that backdrop; if you completely kill this newly born Three Pure Ones Grand Siming, then everything on the backdrop now will never occur.

This method was inspired by the case where Li Huowang killed a Confused Siming and history changed.

It's the same principle as killing Fu Sheng Tian and erasing its influence across different time points in this world.

The only problem is that the executor must precisely kill the Three Pure Ones' Grand Siming without dragging in Meng Qi, an innocent, weak, and helpless young man who has just arrived in this world and has not yet touched the Dao.

Su Lin nodded, but gradually his eyes narrowed; he scratched his head, shifting his attention elsewhere.

"After thinking it over, only you can accomplish this."

As Meng Qi spoke, the ancient glazed lamp he held began to change, illuminating the connections between cause and effect—

a shifting glow of black and white flooded into Baiyu Jing, revealing and overlapping the illusory world of cosmic causality, its surface bristling with brilliant star-lines:

"Among all possibilities, only this worldline's future can minimize the losses."

Li Huowang, hearing Meng Qi mention the word "losses," immediately asked: "What losses?"

"That this world will no longer have any Three Pure Ones' Legal Siming," Meng Qi said with a faint smile. "I too will lose the inheritance I just acquired in this world."

"That's impressive," Su Lin replied offhandedly.

The disappearance of the Three Pure Ones' Grand Siming naturally meant erasure at the root—and such erasure must be borne by some vessel.

Meng Qi, though willing to help others, had no intention of sacrificing himself entirely.

Thus, the position of the Three Pure Ones' Siming, which governs the secrets of cosmic causality, became the best choice.

"Exactly," Meng Qi noticed Li Huowang's guilty gaze, raised his thumb, and grinned:

"Don't worry—didn't my cousin just say he'd sacrifice himself to save this world? Even if the new world has no place for him, I, as his elder cousin, must lend him a hand!"

Li Huowang's purpose had never changed; he had merely lost control during action. If he were here, he would surely agree with Meng Qi.

After all, that man's past was Zhuge Yuan—a gentleman who could sacrifice himself for principle, for a friend he'd just met.

"Meng Ge, I'll find a way to make up your share of the Dao," Li Huowang took a deep breath; he had never forgotten his commission's reward—unclaimed Dao still existed in this world.

The Dao of Fusheng Tian won't do. Though Da Nuo isn't a match for Fusheng Tian, each of Fusheng Tian's mass-produced Daus can kill many local Simings.

Meng Qi smiled, unconcerned. If he became Grand Siming, this world would reset—now was not the time to care about personal gain.

The ancients often said nothing compares to a dream of yellow millet—but even a dream, he had grown attached to this familiar yet alien Earth.

His thirty-plus years living on this Earth felt utterly real; he was quite satisfied with this peaceful modern life, yet always felt something missing—some people, a cup of wine, a martial Jianghu.

Su Lin, by contrast, those anti-modern phenomena emerging from his subconscious proved his restless heart was already in turmoil.

"Thirty."

Su Lin's face was expressionless, his eyes hollow, staring blankly at the empty air, repeating a string of numbers, a strange phrase:

"Ashen Wings... the Foolish Game of the God of Luck... Shijiazhuang's Zhao Zilong?!!!"

"Five hundred?! One hundred each!!!"

Meng Qi and Li Huowang exchanged glances, all of them bewildered, utterly clueless as to what Su Lin was saying.

Had dreaming too long driven him mad?

Is there a psychologist...

Oh—he himself was a psychologist. Never mind.

After shouting "One hundred each," Su Lin froze, as if paused by a button, utterly motionless.

Li Huowang sensed something was wrong; he had once observed Su Lin's Ten Emotions and Eight Sufferings, which were usually as stable as a robot—but now...

The "Fear" among the Ten Emotions and Eight Sufferings had surged to an unprecedented peak.

"Is the influence of Fusheng Tian still lingering?!" Li Huowang worried.

Meng Qi frowned; such a possibility couldn't be ruled out.

This heightened tension among the others, for aside from Su Lin, none of them could do anything about Meng Qi.

"Fusheng Tian... Fusheng Tian..."

Su Lin stared at the closed door, its healed crack, murmuring the name slowly.

He walked to Yu Sheng's disemboweled corpse, pausing to gaze at the body whose lips curled in a smile of release.

"Su Tianfu, can you even act?" Ba Nanxu handed over his short knife. "If you help me rescue Diandian and Ba Chengqing, I'll do anything you ask!"

"Diandian? Points? Act? Rescue?" Su Lin glanced at Zhao Shuangdian beneath his feet, memories of his time with the group flashing through his mind.

Su Lin returned the short knife symbolizing the Dao of Suffering to Ba Nanxu, brushing past Meng Qi.

"I won't turn my blade against my brothers," Su Lin paused.

Meng Qi frowned: "Didn't you point your gun at me ten minutes ago?"

Su Lin paid no attention to what Meng Qi said; he extended his right hand, separating from his body the Dao forcibly implanted by Fusheng Tian—the superimposed state granted by the Eternal Furnace Heart made this effortless.

Gazing at the rotting, multicolored mass, he pulled from his hand a card seemingly carved from transparent crystal.

Immediately, six black-gray wings unfolded; the ashes of Baiyu Jing coalesced violently before him, compressing endlessly.

The Ashen Wings flapped, and tidal waves of light and flame surged from the ashes.

Brilliant, sacred, burning everything to nothing!

The recently healed crack split open again.

Meng Qi saw a crack appear on his own body; his eye twitched as he said to Su Lin: "Da Su, what are you doing?"

What? Good question.

"How could you pay for its crimes?"

Someone with a ridiculous hairstyle once said destroying the universe yields profit—but it's like draining the pond to catch fish, and the profit is absurdly low.

Su Lin crushed the crystal card in his hand, cast one final glance at Zhao Shuangdian and the others, and replied: "Some things are higher than all else."

Martial Cultivation Rank · Zhao Yun, countdown 00:59: countless fine qi threads materialized out of thin air; phantom hoofbeats suddenly echoed within Baiyu Jing.

The hoofbeats drew nearer; a spectral white steed, scaled like a dragon, trod the air, neighing with thunderous roars.

As it charged toward Su Lin, heaven and earth plunged into chaos, gales howled, and dragon roars rose high.

By the time others reacted, Su Lin was gone—only the repairing hoofprints remained in the shattered void.