Chapter 441: The Illness Is Cured (The Dao Ghoul Arc Ends)

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Viewers watching the livestream saw Su Lin just emerge from a defeated worldline, then plunge violently into another world within Fusheng Tian.

Regardless of what others thought, Lu Mingfei had already made up his mind to die alongside the Foolish Master—at least before some petty, radiant god found him through other means, dragging Zhou Mingrui down with him.

Su Lin is getting more and more outrageous, probably because his sense of grievance is inversely proportional to his strength.

As for responding to Su Lin's challenge and going to fight him? Only if he's insane.

Lu Mingfei analyzed with trembling heart, wondering how each strike in the footage would feel if it landed on him...

Each time the fallen six-winged entity that devoured the aurora flapped its wings, a world collapsed at some temporal node.

From ancient times to the present, from the future to now, Long Jun's four hooves trod upon shards of fractured space; a silver spear pierced through from behind the ash curtain, its spearhead's vortex drawing in countless stars.

Even if Zhao Yun's power alone, fueled by rage to break through its limits and unleash the fiery soul-burning might of a hundred battles unyielding, could not overcome Fusheng Tian's vast scale, now Su Lin had turned the destructive force of his cultivation into a charging mechanism for the Ashen Wings.

Through the method of feeding on battle to fuel battle, his power grew ever more terrifying.

Broken Dao, collapsed universe—he seemed to have become a demon of calamity, bringing destruction to all he touched.

It had nothing to do with grand righteousness; it could be seen as a personal grudge between Su Lin and Fusheng Tian.

If he and Meng Qi didn't know each other, if they hadn't shared anything, Fusheng Tian might have succeeded in ambushing them.

Then one would be imprisoned, the other would become the jailer and be imprisoned alongside him, staring into each other's eyes across endless years—that would be an absolute nightmare.

"If you want to leave, leave—why must you stir up trouble and provoke me?"

Su Lin rode upon his warhorse, walking from the wilds into prosperity, ignoring the ceaseless tidal waves of Daoic laws crashing against him from all sides.

He looked up again—the colossal entity charging at him like a mad beast.

Fusheng Tian was like a giant; Su Lin was minuscule before it, and all the worlds and spaces he had destroyed were merely deeper gashes on its body.

But Fusheng Tian could no longer let Su Lin continue—what had begun as the pain of a long needle piercing had become the sharp cut of a blade slicing skin; the opponent was growing by devouring its flesh (worlds).

The urgent task was to escape from here, otherwise when the opponent revealed fangs large enough, he would be corrupted into a twisted world.

It turned its gaze upon Su Lin—those eyes were alive, filled with chaotic time and causality, Dao that influenced reality and mind.

It knew—despite missing nine-tenths of its information, at the cost of risking contamination and assimilation—it now knew this being was not a primordial taboo, that it too had once been weak.

As Fusheng Tian used its hand to trap Su Lin, this insect of poison, within a certain region, those gazes transformed into countless spears, attempting to alter Su Lin's past and future.

These spears became Confused Siming, traveling along time to Su Lin's past, becoming his many lifelong enemies.

The Confused Siming enemy named Kouyin Lian Gong appeared in the distant past, carrying his heart-disc across to Earth, creating countless hardships for Su Lin, planting traps that would detonate only at critical moments—at the cost of his own life.

"Wind Spirit, Moon Shadow!"

"What the hell—Epoch Restart!"

"I am Heaven's Will!"

"I am the Now, the Present, the Eternal Future..."

Slaps from the future struck again and again, unable to alter the past; helplessly, Kouyin Lian Gong retreated to Baiyu Jing, lying dormant in silence.

"Kouyin Lian Gong, aren't we friends? Here, take this." One morning, the doctor named Su Tianfu gave him a gift—a cross pendant.

From that day on, Kouyin Lian Gong wore the cross pendant; he became Su Lin's close friend, keeping watch for him until Su Lin awoke from his Su Tianfu identity, even infiltrating the Black Robes to recruit followers.

When Qing Wanglai and others escaped the hospital, the black-robed men wearing

the cross pendant were him—he secretly recited the Bible to Yu Sheng while watching over him.

In the end, Kouyin Lian Gong died for friendship, falling to his own people's gunfire: "Mr. Su Lin, my mission is complete..."

The Confused Siming enemy named Jueyang Wangchuang, taking Kouyin Lian Gong's failure as a lesson, appeared in the past.

He entered different worldlines, biding his time, summoning many Confused Siming colleagues to lie in wait in the future, preparing to join forces with Su Lin's enemies and trigger traps at critical moments to cause Su Lin great trouble.

But this time, Jueyang Wangchuang didn't need to act—those timeline versions of Su Lin spontaneously ignited and vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

Only one Su Lin remained, yet time had fractured; Jueyang Wangchuang had lost his memory and suddenly appeared in the future.

"Alliance? You dare?" A twelve-winged being, both holy and fallen, looked upon a mere ant as light and darkness poured forth simultaneously.

"I grant you death for your body—why aren't you coming to receive my decree?" A female emperor commanded Jueyang Wangchuang.

"Your origins seem... interesting. Don't rush the alliance—stay awhile in my Heavenly Demon Realm, let me calculate..." The blood-red-robed demon smiled warmly, then suddenly gazed far away: "Found you."

A voice seemed to sound in his ear.

When Fusheng Tian regained awareness, hundreds of thousands of phantom figures appeared in its vision.

"Do you know where Su Lin is?" "Delicious food..." "This realm is destined for me..."

At that moment, it felt like a bowl of rice before a horde of ravenous beings, helpless—even among them were entities it could not comprehend, could not observe.

Suddenly, an extreme light flashed past, and all those figures shattered into dust.

When it came to its senses, Fusheng Tian was already ravaged, its flesh devoured by the poisoned insect that had grown to match its own size.

"Ha... hahaha... You're this kind of being? You were this kind of being all along!"

To weak beings, Fusheng Tian's greatest strength was interference—the crushing pressure born of informational and volumetric disparity.

The more one understood, the more one feared; fear bred despair, and despair birthed self-destruction.

Just like Qing Wanglai originally—once you knew its existence, you were already being overwritten by Fusheng Tian's information, becoming part of it, becoming its claw.

That's how Dana went mad—and now it failed against Su Lin, and everything was reversed.

Despair and helplessness enveloped Fusheng Tian; it tried to shatter all it knew of Su Lin, tried to flee from the horror that had suddenly emerged from Dana—but this nightmare kept chasing it.

All resistance was futile...

Yet hope—that beautiful thing—is born from the soil of despair.

Fusheng Tian's previous emotions vanished entirely, for it had finally encountered the true opponent.

It saw...

Within the untouchable spacetime of the void, inside that light which had shattered all phantoms, a supremely majestic figure stood there, transcending time and space, blazing with uncontainable radiance.

How beautiful.

What is heaven's Dao? What is the universe? Even those entities beyond his own comprehension mean nothing to him.

Existence itself is void; only he is real.

I must join him, become part of him—yes, that's it. My fear, my sense of distortion, stems only from my inability to comprehend...

I cannot comprehend one angle of what he reveals, just as Da Nuo observes himself.

Fusheng Tian felt he understood everything. He gazed at the entity within his own body, which appeared to be destroying all things, yet was in truth guiding him beyond his cage.

If I simply accept the truth within him, as before... it should be enough...

If I become part of these ashes...

"Ha ha..."

The entire universe began to resonate with the rhythm of calamity; the Confused Siming within Fusheng Tian rejoiced.

They had longed for this day for too long.

Those born in this heaven partake of blessings tied to wisdom, thought, and renunciation; hence it is called Birth of Blessing. This heaven is the realm where the most supreme blessings are born; hence it is called Fusheng.

Fusheng Tian's world knows no death, no decay, no pain—not even lies...

Now, the Great Siming will lead them to complete this world's heaven.

"Are you mad?"

Su Lin watched as one Confused Siming after another rushed willingly toward his gun barrel—this scene felt utterly bizarre. He immediately pulled back, creating distance.

He knew full well what Fusheng Tian had done. With his Ashen Wings fully charged, not only Fusheng Tian's gaze—even Fusheng Tian turning to ash—was inevitable.

But now, it was as if the other was actively seeking destruction. That reverent expression made Su Lin believe he had infused his own true nature's influence.

Moreover, this world began collapsing in every direction. As clusters of dragon scales—symbols of orderly heaven's Dao—morphed into grotesque, rotting flesh, time within this world grew chaotic and disordered.

"Doctor Su." A familiar voice sounded behind Su Lin.

Su Lin turned and saw Yu Sheng—the man from the modern psychiatric hospital—who now must be called by his true name: Fusheng Tian.

Fusheng Tian, beaming with enthusiasm, opened his arms as if to embrace Su Lin. "Thank you for coming."

Gray-black spots appeared on his face, spreading rapidly from a few points to his entire body, making him look like a man woven from ashes.

Fusheng Tian willingly accepted the destructive elements brought by the Ashen Wings. As the rhythm of calamity progressed, he offered his final worship to that incomprehensible, majestic entity.

"Let me welcome my rebirth."

Light and fire engulfed him. Countless heavenly laws within Fusheng Tian turned to ash, drifting down in a soft rustle.

The Cangjia dissolved, the Long Jun returned. Su Lin stood frozen, the feeling akin to playing a game when your skills were flawless and your stats looked perfect—yet the enemy team surrendered at just fifteen points.

No, it was stranger than that.

He hadn't even shouted about friendship or bonds before charging—yet the final boss had just committed suicide.

Fusheng Tian's universe was collapsing and shattering, but Su Lin forcibly held it together, preventing it from contracting into a single point. There was no cataclysmic roar—only gray-black snowflakes replacing sky and earth.

Fusheng Tian held no ordinary living beings—only a host of Tianren with lifespans of four great kalpas, and Confused Siming with infinite life—or rather, they too were part of Fusheng Tian.

As the apocalypse arrived, they felt no sorrow; instead, they held a wild celebration.

"Just to be clear, the streamer used no unfair cheating methods."

Su Lin sighed. His six wings fluttered as he stared at the screen filled with "Scary" and "Weird" comments. He resisted the urge to shut off the livestream.

"One could say the Great Siming willingly sacrificed his own life to ensure the survival of the beings within him. I must admit, I admire him."

"Anyway, my losses... wait, Huowang, has your world been repaired yet?"

Kleine: "Keep going, I'm listening."

Song Shuhang: "I'm more curious about what artifact Su Lin used this time. (On behalf of Master Bai)"

Ye Fan: "Seriously, how about selling me a cheat for Yan? I can see his drool dripping."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Shut up! That's Emiya cooking!"

Weigong Shilang: "But today I made cold dishes..."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Fuck, pack it up!"

Meng Qi: "Zhao Shuangdian and Qian Fu haven't come back to life. History hasn't changed."

"The heaven's Dao of Changsheng Tian and some flesh-based heavenly laws are with me..." Su Lin paused, then said: "Open a gate. I'll return those heavenly laws."

He used the Cross-World Line

to open a portal to Li Huowang's world, removed the string of Buddhist beads from his hand, and threw them inside. Then, he plunged his hand into his own lower abdomen and forcibly extracted the portion of heavenly law belonging to Zhao Shuangdian.

He glanced at the photograph, then tossed it into the portal.

Li Huowang: "Still no movement."

Su Lin: "Meng Qi, kill yourself."

Meng Qi: "?"

Meng Qi: "Weren't you the one who said you chased Fusheng Tian for my sake?!"

Just now you swore you wouldn't turn your blade on me—and now you're telling me to turn it on myself?

Su Lin: "Almost forgot..."

Su Lin gazed at this still-not-quite-dead universe, at the living beings within, hesitated a moment, then raised his arm.

Meng Qi spoke up: "Of course, if you want to stab me after I return, that's fine too. It seems my heavenly laws are the key. As the saying goes: the heart is like a sword—better to break than bend. I've got that much resolve."

"Oh, Huowang, just give him a blade." Su Lin's expression didn't change. He spoke calmly: "Then give him a merit stele afterward."

If you want to play riddles, I'll oblige your wish.

"Hahaha... just kidding. Looks like we can still save it." Meng Qi quickly deflected.

Su Lin withdrew his gaze and attention, said no more, and with a light wave of his right hand, gathered the ashes he had forcibly held to sustain heaven and earth into his palm.

Heaven and earth merged, returning to chaos. All stars in this realm vanished. Only the ashes stirred, surging like tides in the hands of the fallen one.

This is the end. Calamity brings annihilation. The melody of world-ending has reached its final notes.

Su Lin gazed at the cluster of ash, compressed to its extreme, obscuring sight and perception, fully immersing himself in it, and whispered, declaring:

"The time of creation has arrived."

The spinning sphere abruptly halted.

A faint glow...

Dim, not brilliant, in this void and chaos, like the faint sliver of dawn's first light.

The six wings behind him gradually shed their gray-black hue, stretching endlessly until they enveloped Su Lin.

Ash, after all, is merely what remains after matter and soul have burned—yet at this moment, faint hues began to emerge.

At the instant heaven and earth merged, the era ended, sacred white wings covered in countless mysterious symbols slowly unfolded.

"Let there be light."

A light that overturned all, reshaped the void and chaos, scattering the countless ashes—each inscribed with inner radiance—through every corner.

Heaven and earth divided dawn from dusk; ash drifted everywhere, light and darkness coexisting.

The dome covered all; light and heavy things separated—this was clear above, turbid below.

Emerging from eternity, Su Lin manifested his true form, walking upon the barren land where earth, wind, water, and fire churned, pouring the law information within himself into the world, while casting his gaze afar.

Thus, green grass spread across the land, trees flourished, morning breeze brushed gently, day and night alternated.

"Let there be decay."

Trees rotted, green grass withered.

"Let there be death."

All things withered, life extinguished.

"Let there be sun, moon, and stars..."

"Let there be reincarnation."

"Let there be battle qi, spiritual qi, magic, and a bit of holy light too..."

With every word he spoke, some of the floating ash in this world diminished.

"The Dao has fifty paths; Heaven's evolution yields forty-nine; one escapes. You may preserve your true spirits and enter reincarnation."

Su Lin arrived before the remaining Celestials and Confused Siming, looking at their already distorted forms, and said:

"This world must have dragons, humans, immortals, gods, demons, buddhas, devils, ghosts, monsters, zombies... In short, whatever races exist in Dana, this world must have too—add elves, beasts, vampires, werewolves, angels, Cthulhu... and forget the last one."

When half the ash remained, Su Lin spoke his final words.

"Fusheng Tian has been false since the beginning."

A white sheet, air laced with antiseptic, a high-wattage incandescent bulb glowing.

"Why? Why haven't they revived? Why haven't I been transported back?"

Everything was over. Li Huowang stared at the images in his mind, understanding that Fusheng Tian was utterly finished.

That universe had no connection left to Fusheng Tian—it was merely a newly born universe, and future Dao heavens would never again reach such heights; their quality had plummeted...

That universe had no connection left to Fusheng Heaven; it was merely a newly born universe, and future newly born Dao Heavens would be far inferior to the past, with their levels having dropped significantly...

"Meng Ge..." Li Huowang turned to Meng Qi, who aimed a gun at his own head, his expression startled.

"I'll do it myself," Meng Qi said with a weary, helpless smile: "Don't worry—I'm the Yuan Huang."

"I'll just do it myself," Meng Qi said with a helpless smile, his expression weary: "Don't worry—I'm the Yuan Emperor."

Blood sprayed; Meng Qi collapsed into a pool of blood.

At that moment, Su Lin burst through the door, rushing to Meng Qi's side, staring in disbelief.

"The Yuan Huang's position is too exalted; if I kill Fusheng Tian, I cannot alter history already set..."

Then, trembling, he said: "We were wrong—all of us. Li Huowang—you must do it yourself. You are the special one. No matter how many Confused Siming others kill, they cannot change the past."

Su Lin picked up the gun from the floor and placed it in Li Huowang's hand.

"No... I can't do this."

"Shoot."

"No..."

"Shoot!"

Boom—!

Li Huowang slumped to the ground; police burst through the door, pinned him down, strapped him to a stretcher with restraints, tears streaming down his face. "It's all fake... all fake... hahahaha!!!"

Wild laughter echoed through the ward; the bloodstained sheet made Li Huowang look even more monstrous.

Finally, as if exhausted by laughter, his hollow eyes, streaked with tears, slipped into unconsciousness.

"Cut!" Qing Wang shouted through the megaphone: "The finale is done—excellent work, everyone! Great job!"

Cheers erupted; crew members embraced each other, celebrating the end of filming.

"Huowang, wake up," Yang Na came to Li Huowang's side and shook him hard: "How are you still asleep?"

"Nana..." Li Huowang looked dazed, then after a moment, realized: "Oh, I fell asleep?"

Yang Na unfastened the restraints on Li Huowang and pulled him toward the ward door.

"We have class tomorrow—I'm heading back. Are you coming with me?"

"No, I have something else to do."

"Fine, but remember to go home early. If you go out, call me first—no bars, no KTV, no hotels..."

Yang Na counted off on her fingers; Li Huowang nodded in agreement. Only after the crew's bus left the building did he turn back.

Su Lin, wearing a white lab coat, was being interviewed:

"Adaptation isn't random fabrication; dramatization isn't nonsense. This production of 'The Mad Writer' was heavily involved by Meng Qi, author of 'The Supreme One.'"

"Adaptation is not random fabrication, and dramatic reinterpretation is not nonsense—this production of 'The Mad Writer' features active participation by Mr. Meng Qi, the author of 'The Supreme One Lifetime.'"

We constructed a chaotic mental worldview to reflect the true psychological state of web novel authors.

This fall, the Sino-American co-production 'The Creator' will star me... I forgot the rest, but anyway, literature and style both flourish.

After waiting for Su Lin to finish the interview, Li Huowang saw Ba Nanxu and Ba Chengqing escorting Zhao Lei down from the police car, his hands cuffed.

Zhao Shuangdian walked over wearing a white coat. "Professor Su, all our ward's patients have been cleared."

"Good, thank heaven and earth—I can finally retire!"

Su Lin exhaled deeply and signaled Ba Nanxu and Ba Chengqing to bring Zhao Lei over.

Li Huowang watched this scene, about to move forward, when Yi Donglai's voice called from behind: "Li Huowang."

"Doctor Yi?" Li

Huowang turned around; Yi Donglai looked considerably healthier.

"I don't want to be a doctor anymore," Yi Donglai shook his head, glancing toward Su Lin. "He cured all the patients—I'm unemployed."

"Honestly, if he doesn't leave soon, I'll be the only patient left in this world."

"You still remember?" Li Huowang asked, slightly surprised.

He had assumed that after history changed, Yi Donglai would no longer recall what had happened.

"I am, after all, Confused Siming," Yi Donglai explained. "Besides, history hasn't changed—only reality was altered. Two different methods, same outcome, different details."

Li Huowang didn't understand: "What's the situation now?"

"Because of Su Tianfu's ontological status, this modern world transformed from a projected realm into a real one during his lifetime." Qingwanglai adjusted his glasses, passed by holding a microphone, stopped, and gave Li Huowang a deep look:

"Didn't you read the letter I left you? I even landed headfirst off a cliff for you."

Qingwanglai had indeed left a letter during his brief return to sanity, but at that time Li Huowang's mind hadn't recovered—he'd swallowed many words.

"Forget it." Qingwanglai glanced toward Meng Qi, then looked back at Li Huowang, turned, and walked away; a low voice came from his direction.

"Thanks… Brother Li…"

Li Huowang froze; he wanted to ask about the current state of Bai Yujing, the Great Liang, and this modern world—why he had become a triple perspective.

Nearby, Su Lin called his name: "Huozǐ, come here."

He ran over and saw the One-Eyed Spectacle Doumu surrounded by several Confused Siming.

Su Lin scrutinized the figure and asked: "I'll ask you one last time—will you step out or not?"

"I've always been Zhao Lei, Boss Su," Zhao Lei pushed up his single eyepiece, innocently saying:

"Amon is past tense; Zhao Lei is present tense. If you want to take me out of this world, I have no problem."

"I think I've proven my loyalty."

"This guy is too dangerous," Qian Fu wiped sweat and said. "I almost got assimilated by him."

Li Huowang asked: "Should we kill him to separate him?"

He assumed Su Lin intended to act, then take Zhao Lei to his own dominated universe for separation.

A fusion of dice, Amon, and Doumu—no matter how you looked at it, he was far too dangerous. Give him an opening and he'd do something vile.

Even if Su Lin didn't say it, Li Huowang would have asked him to take the man away.

"Why must we fight?" Zhao Lei spun two dice in his hand. "Hey, why so tense? Fine, just bind me with restrictions—take the Yin-Yang Heavenly Dao too."

"Indeed, no need for violence," Su Lin gestured for Li Huowang to come closer; his eyes brightened slightly, a faint smile forming:

"Huowang, there's something I've hidden from you—I feel terrible about it."

"I lied to you earlier, just to find something interesting."

Li Huowang immediately shook his head: "It's fine, Su Ge, you don't need to tell me."

If it was a friend who truly cared, a lie didn't matter—Su Ge's happiness was enough.

"No, I must say it." Su Lin glanced at Zhao Lei, then spoke as the man smiled calmly:

"I never brought any extraordinary trait to Amon—it was just an ordinary single eyepiece, with some minor modifications."

"Yes, I deliberately told you it was an angel-tier extraordinary trait."

Li Huowang recalled the first day, in the boat cabin during the garden tour—Su Lin had pulled out that single eyepiece, and he'd curiously picked it up to examine…

Was it fake?

The moment this thought arose, Zhao Lei's smile froze. The single eyepiece fell to the ground and shattered; the dice slipped from his grasp and clattered down.

Above the Great Liang Imperial Palace, a swarm of Zuowang Dao adepts rained from the sky like dumplings, among them one Amon casting holy light spells.

"Brother, you're really weak!" The dice complained, pulling a book titled 'The Book of Deception' from his chest and tossing it over. "Go learn from it!"

Amon adjusted his single eyepiece and smiled: "Why not just let me parasitize you peacefully?"

"Hey, I tricked you into thinking I was the dice—why are you still suspicious?" The dice retorted. "Fine, Doumu's turtle son—can you hear me? I'll resume being your heart's demon!"

He spotted a white-haired monk standing below and waved farewell to Amon.

"Brother, remember to find me if you get the chance."

But no sooner had he spoken than Su Lin bundled him away, leaving Amon stranded in the imperial city.

Amon peeled off his face, revealing the dice beneath, grinning: "Heh, caught me."