Chapter 440

Campus novel Blue Star 77nt Blue Star text/Chapter: 5165:

Stars are but dust that can be molded at will; even the so-called three thousand worlds are merely exquisite works of art.

Resisting the ancestral dragon's call, even though shedding his azure armor would let him escape his destined demise.

"Zilong, you must know the future evolved in the lower realm. The Lord values talent and has no intention of demanding repayment, which is why I've been sent to persuade you to perform the Guanshi Secret Art—know your fate, then leave."

"Your future is boundless—why suffer?"

"Better to seek a superior ancestral return method beyond this great myriad worlds; if one day you can aid our descendants, that will suffice."

A feather fan gently swayed as those eyes, capable of piercing fate and future, silently regarded him.

"The Lord does not seek the restoration of the Han dynasty, nor the throne of the Son of Heaven left by the Shang and Zhou dynasties—he seeks the end of chaos in this world."

"How innocent are the countless beings, unaware of why they live; how fortunate are we, who know why we die."

"General Zhao Yun hereby vows to join Shu Han in descending to the Yellow Springs, to be buried with you all in ruin."

His life-soul entrusted to the spear's tip like a silver meteor slicing through darkness; though its original owner has perished, his cultivation still holds vivid, unwilling memories.

Yet he is not Yun—he can sense that sorrow, feel the dragon-scale silver spear's defiance, see the scene of a white-haired, aged general burning his essence to exhaust his future potential yet still failing—but he cannot fully share it.

Yun's rage requirement: He is angry, but this anger stems from elsewhere.

"Everything here needs charging! And this one's disposable!?"

Su Lin used Ash Wings to breach Baiyu Jing, carrying the ashes of Confused Siming's demise through the void to locate the position of Fusheng Tian in this world.

Yun's rage requirement: Nonsensical—I don't even have the mood to feel the immense power within me. Not angry enough?!

Yun's rage requirement: His mind holds only one thought: shove this spear into Fusheng Tian's mouth, stab as many times as possible, flip him over, turn him into ash, and fill Ash Wings with it—then, while Lucifer's limiter unlock effect still lasts, blast his world with one shot—

Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic!!!

If one shot isn't enough, fire another—then use the shattered Dao as ash to fire another blast.

"Almost forgot." Su Lin looked at his long-unused chat group, opened it, and seeing those familiar names, his mood lifted slightly.

Yun's rage requirement: "... Cool."

Su Lin wandered through the void, following the rotting, multicolored guide, continuing his remembered task.

He opened the livestream interface and started his personal broadcast.

At this moment, no title is needed—any title is redundant decoration, making it seem like he's deliberately flaunting his power.

Yun's rage requirement: Xiao Yan: "Su Lin, big bro, you finally woke up! I beg you, don't stay in Li Huowang's world—I'm still young, only in my early twenties, I just want to be a righteous protagonist—what's wrong with that?!"

Ye Fan: "Yeah, my brother Yan likes to cackle a bit, but deep down he's a good guy! Brother, listen to me—don't get too deep into the role."

Yi Leina: "If you really like that setting... could a parallel version work? I can create opportunities for you..."

What the hell are these guys talking about? Lu Mingfei, you make me sick.

Yun's rage requirement: Kleine: "Do as you please—I'm not as superstitious as them, but I suggest you come to me. Your previous prank has been solved—got any other fun?"

Su Lin: "You want me to go into the void, collect the Fallen Mother Goddess's essence, and shove it into your Source Fortress?"

Zhong Li: "Su Lin, the power on your body..."

The chat group's livestream can perfectly recreate the true environment; Zhong Li skipped pleasantries and entered Su Lin's livestream to see his current state.

A sudden pressure made him feel like a tiny boat on a vast ocean—any wave could capsize him...

The white-haired, armoured deity rode a dragon-scaled steed, galloping through the boundless chaos, holding a silver spear, terrifying killing intent flowing like liquid from its tip.

Song Shuhang: "The cheater's alive again? (said by King Dou Dou)"

Kleine: "The cheater's alive again."

Xing: "The cheater's alive again."

Yun's rage requirement: Zhang Chuanyan: "Big boss is so cool, Big boss 666, what's Big boss planning with this vibe?"

Enough. From now on, not a single word.

Li Huowang: "Big Su Ge, you're looking for Fusheng Tian, right? Did you find him?"

Meng Qi: "Su Lin, if you can't find him, forget it—be a brother and come back to chop me."

Su Tuoni: "Fusheng Tian? That living universe?"

Kleine: "Why isn't the streamer talking? Acting all mysterious?"

Su Lin's face was expressionless; his right hand formed a clump of ash and shoved it into the rotting, multicolored mass.

A black-gray, fallen six-winged form appeared behind him; the ash of universal destruction began to drift, the meaning of utter annihilation transmitted directly into every viewer's mind through the livestream.

Black-gray Fallen Six Wings appeared behind him, and the ashes of universal destruction began to drift; the realm of annihilation was transmitted live, exactly as is, into every viewer's mind.

This was not intentional on Su Lin's part—he was using Ash Wings' power to locate the hidden Fusheng Tian.

At this moment, nearly omnipotent, he used part of the ash to alter the fear Dao in his hand, endowing it with the traits of restoration and return.

The next instant, the rotting, multicolored glow pulsed with guidance—a location impossibly distant.

He seized the steed beneath him, Zhaoye Yulong, and beat his six wings into flight.

He snatched up the steed beneath him, Zhao Ye Yu Long Jun, and beat his six wings into flight.

Around him, misty and dim, in less than a blink, he arrived at a corner of nothingness.

Around him, all was hazy and dim; in the blink of an eye, he arrived at a corner of void.

Too cautious? Even abandoned the Dao...

Su Lin flew while holding his steed, searching while trying to make the fear Dao return to Fusheng Tian, and glancing at the obnoxious messages from the group—his eyebrow twitched.

Lu Mingfei: "Immortal Su Lin, your divine presence traverses the void, your spiritual power boundless!"

Lu Mingfei: "Immortal Sovereign Su Lin, your divine carriage traverses the void, your spiritual powers are vast and boundless!"

Kleine: "No good comes from unprovoked flattery."

Lu Mingfei: "Kleine, come fight me."

Lu Mingfei: "Klain, come fight me."

Indeed, this guy's acting is terrible.

Su Lin scrolled through the other's flood of concern and greetings over this period—so intense it once made Su Lin wonder if he hadn't forgotten his memory, but been reborn.

Yun Danu's required anger: Well, it was actually kind of touching.

But these messages are just too bizarre, right? Look at Shu Li.

"Bro Su, do you dream about the 2D world when you sleep? Do you need posters or pillows? I'm shopping in Akihabara with Hui Liyi—I'll ask Li Huowang to bring you some?" '... 1000...' 'Tonight I'm eating beef steak...' 'Later, let's buy some chips at the supermarket.' 'Lu Mingze teased me today—I'm keeping this grudge...'

Su Lin squinted and began scrolling up, when the rotting rainbow in his hand stirred again.

Da Nuo is indeed weak, but that doesn't mean it has no value—the complete Tian Dao system itself is a kind of value, like a multi-functional kitchen tool, by the roadside.

Saw it, wanted to pick it up.

At least in its original world, there was no death.

Fear was not its entirety, but merely one method—a way to assimilate other worlds into its own parts.

Under normal circumstances, Da Nuo should have, overwhelmed by fear, transformed both itself and its fear into another version of itself in the only way it could understand.

The natural barriers and concealment abilities of the natural universe are extremely strong; unless Da Nuo actively tried to understand it, it could not enter through this channel.

Originally thought it was just some backwater kid on a dirt road holding a telescope up to someone's face—a matter of time to handle. Turned out it was a nightmare place.

If I must compare, it's like an adult cracking open a three-year-old mortal child's skull, only to find a Confused Siming living inside.

Because of the overwhelming fear that drove it to flee immediately, this outcome isn't good at all—it sacrificed a portion of its own Tian Dao to feed a weakened beast.

In the end, it was still because that entity was too horrifying. It acted on a self-deceived 'optimal solution' without proper investigation; otherwise, it could have slowly withdrawn.

There shouldn't have been such a Tian Dao.

More like a malevolent spirit than a Tian Dao—seemingly born from several Tian Dao far stronger than it, voluntarily fused together indistinguishably...

These Tian Dao were fundamentally contradictory—didn't they even bother to use their brains?

Even if they chose symbiosis voluntarily, they should have clashed and triggered a massive catastrophe affecting countless worlds...

Fu Sheng Tian couldn't comprehend it—even using all its Tian Dao, it couldn't understand how such a horrifying entity could roam freely, even leaving its own body elsewhere while its soul wandered into other worlds.

Maybe it shouldn't have used fear against Da Nuo—this thing's Confused Siming is truly fucking insane, attracting something like this.

And there's another—one that appears to be a projection or fragment of a higher-dimensional entity; Da Nuo has some connection to it too.

Bad luck.

Should've never assimilated this roadside kid. Not just assimilation—even itself nearly got corrupted into a twisted part of that unspeakable, inconceivable entity.

Fortunately, it's finally over.

The lost portion of Tian Dao isn't a major issue.

Fu Sheng Tian departed at an indescribable speed toward even more distant regions—by now, it no longer cared if it exposed itself to stronger entities in the endless void.

After finding a suitable region, it stabilized, hiding itself within layers upon layers of nothingness.

There was nothing left to do. In this place where time didn't exist, it would grow slowly, as before...

In the distance, white emptiness stretched vast and desolate—the overwhelming aura of destruction clashed with untamed battle intent, the two energies entwined, slicing through the directionless void.

Occasionally, such things happened—according to Da Nuo's internal time scale, roughly every few hundred million to several billion years.

Powerful entities born from different worlds would meet, sometimes fighting without reason, sometimes traveling together; but from the power revealed, it would be a crushing defeat.

The one of destruction was strong—the other... was its aura still rising?

Fu Sheng Tian directed its attention toward that extremely distant place, intending to watch the spectacle—then it saw...

It discovered a man in pale armor, crowned and standing tall, his face cold and noble, radiating majestic bearing.

On his right shoulder, feather ornaments matched his crown; a phantom dragon coiled around his shoulders, its head on the left, tail on the right, gently swaying. Most striking was the six gray-black wings sprouting from his back, spreading calamitous light that shattered and destroyed all things.

A single being—whose soul fluctuations and energy nature were utterly unlike anything else—though not as terrifying as the entity Fu Sheng Tian had encountered, still felt profoundly unnatural, drawing the gaze of countless beings.

Especially since he was holding a horse in the void...

Flying...

His aura was still rising—was he preparing to fight some entity?

Unexpected.

The silver-armored god suddenly turned toward a direction, hurling a rotting rainbow light into the depths of the void—next second, it ignored distance and returned into Fu Sheng Tian's body.

It was his own Fear Tian Dao.

The missing portion of Tian Dao returned, yet Fu Sheng Tian felt no joy—until now, it realized that though every fragment of power belonged to another being, the man's face...

"LU! MING! FEI!!!"

"I'll kill you..."

Pale armor, silver spear, majestic bearing, a glint of cold light, drifting and ethereal, bearing the weight of collapsing heavens, unleashing boundless wrath of the divine dragon.

The Fear Tian Dao within Fu Sheng Tian exploded like fireworks—but without brilliance, only turning into a mass of gray-black cinders.

In Fu Sheng Tian's terrified consciousness, that terrifying, despair-inducing entity flapped its six wings, instantly crossing the distance and dimensional gap, emerging from the ashes—within its world, a voice shook heaven and moved ghosts:

"A THOUSAND TIMES ISN'T ENOUGH!!!"

Yun Danu's required anger: "Dare you come over and fight me one-on-one!"

The spear pierced through clouds and mist, tore through the starry sky—the divine general's eyes had turned into dragon pupils, swirling with stars as if a nebula spun rapidly, emitting dazzling light.

Rays of solidified divine light shot outward, piercing through Fu Sheng Tian's mountains, rivers, earth, sun, moon, and stars.

Thus, the prelude of destruction was set in motion; the elegy of calamity began to resonate.

Stars grew from tiny to vast, approaching from afar—yet upon closer look, they were merely countless tiny ashes, defying logic, radiating light and heat never seen even at the moment of total combustion.

Starting from the returned Fear Tian Dao, elements of destruction converged, constructing the inevitable apocalyptic end of this world: the universe collapsed, Tian Dao went awry, the Cross of Calamity reflected in the godlike dragon's eyes, vast as a starry sky.

Fu Sheng Tian had only one thought: 'Who the hell is Lu Mingfei???'