Chapter 493: Dao Tians, Fa Di (Please Refresh)

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Thunder rumbled in the heavens, followed by a drizzle of rain.

Impossible to describe, all living beings sensed an invisible change—everything seemed normal, yet something was different.

They all turned their gazes unconsciously toward the pale, misty high sky.

"Trouble's big," Su Lin said, staring at three red cherry blossom marks rising on the back of his right hand: "This isn't the Holy Grail War."

【Symbol of the Fool God's Chosen: Congratulations, clever little trickster—you exploited a loophole with a pile of dead memories. The Great God of Luck, through the connection, saw you, and decided to grant you a tiny bit of luck. The God of Luck has now turned away, weeping that he didn't check the almanac today.

PS: You'll experience three random minor misfortunes in your life from now on. Don't follow me! This is already an unequal exchange!】

"A bit troublesome."

The Pilgrim sent to mend the sky is essentially Su Lin and his four companions.

The lingering memories borrowed Su Lin and the others' independent incarnations, carrying the treasures transformed from Tang Seng and his disciples to mend the sky.

I thought I could slip through the manual's loopholes—so the God of Luck isn't buying it?

To be honest, this million-level item feels like it has no effect at all—where's the luck? I haven't seen a single bit.

Swish-swish-swish—

A golden-red staff spun down from the high heavens, streaked with a thread of seven-colored treasure light, landing in Meng Qi's hand—the five gilded characters "Ruyi Jingu Bang" stood out sharply.

"What's going on?" Meng Qi exclaimed.

The Brocade-Flowing Robe and the Nine-Ring Staff also flew back from beyond the heavens.

Su Lin stared closely, eyes slightly widening—tiny fragments of true spirit, wrapped in merit and fortune, had taken residence within the treasures, and each true spirit was distinct.

"Lord Haotian, please escort us into reincarnation."

Faint, fragmented thoughts came forth—these incomplete true spirits were the great transcendent beings who had mended the sky.

"The world's Dao consciousness is slowly awakening," Yi Donglai said, walking beside Su Lin. "Of course, like a paralyzed vegetative patient who's lain in bed for years—when they wake, only basic reflexes remain. You should understand, Doctor Su."

"Compared to patients who still need years in rehab, I suddenly feel being a lunatic wasn't so bad after all."

So the world's Dao intervened?

"Venerable Buddha, does your mountain still need monks?" A thought surfaced from the Nine-Ring Staff.

Su Lin suddenly recalled Bo Xun's earlier words—under the vast merit of mending the sky, even reversing life, death, and karma, altering the very fabric of heaven and earth, was possible.

The merit of mending the sky deserves reward.

Tang Sanzang and the others achieved this great merit. If this world's Dao observes cause and effect and possesses self-awareness—even if heaven and earth are indifferent, treating all things as straw dogs—when it comes to the universe itself, preserving a thread of life for Tang Sanzang and the others is only logical.

Yi Donglai sighed: "It's like a medical miracle—signs of awakening appeared the instant mending succeeded."

Indeed, it's almost Diabolos-level luck.

Su Lin said: "Help me out—deal with those Titans that are reviving."

"Maybe we can turn them into fish," Yi Donglai muttered, walking toward the region with the most Titans.

Ba Nanxu dragged Zhao Shuang, watching Su Lin warily, then followed behind his Great Confused Siming.

Their broken bodies regrew heads, arms, and lower limbs; divine radiance blazed anew, entwining with the profound darkness of the netherworld.

It seems they've entered the final stage of the boss battle—elite monsters have all received a power boost.

Though in the eyes of the "Soul-Sweeping" squad, Su Lin and the others were the dungeon bosses.

At this very moment, the dungeon boss—entirely outside any plan, introducing change in ways beyond imagination—was strolling through the rain.

He neither used spiritual power to defend against the dead souls, nor

cared for the death-realm laws, now crushed under the full force of the Nine Cauldrons—only his left hand gripped a sword, his right a blade, walking toward the black Haelbak, which seemed to hold the abyssal darkness of the deepest void.

Haelbak, nearly lost to selfhood, his body intact but now a polymer of the concept "Death King," was gathering an unprecedented explosion under the Nine Cauldrons' suppression.

If not dealt with, this non-timed bomb would inevitably explode.

"Moreover, to send these people into reincarnation, we must first clear away these matters." Su Lin stared at the death god, cloak fluttering, giant scythe charging toward him, expressionless as he drew his longsword.

Azure swordlight tore through the battlefield; in the pitch-black curtain, fragments of sun, moon, and stars fell like dust, turning the Death Realm into a glittering starry night.

Su Lin stepped forth from the waterfall of swordlight, clad in a silver battle robe, dragon shadows coiling around him, laws flowing, a luminous halo glowing behind his head, immense merit surging from all directions—his wisdom-light seemed ready to illuminate the entire cosmos.

A sense of ancient time spread; an aura of eternal imperishability enveloped heaven and earth.

Gradually, as Su Lin advanced, the heavenly soldiers and generals began spontaneously circling around him, sweeping away evil spirits.

The star constellations opened a path; a silver river spread beneath his feet.

Ten thousand armies raised their weapons, turning blood and souls into a symphony.

Of course, some cultivators chose to self-detonate to cheer Su Lin on—like those several cursed immortals who had found their own path to immortality thanks to Su Lin's aid.

"Lord Haotian, ten thousand years!"

"For Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor!!"

The two brothers who had won access to the Dao Library in the last tournament were ecstatic—their brutal self-detonation style made the local world's immortals and gods feel ashamed.

This made them revere the other Heavenly Emperor even more—how could he command such followers in another world?

To Ye Fan and the others, they suspected Su Lin's brainwashing ability had grown terrifyingly potent.

"Why did he suddenly become the Heavenly Emperor?" Ye Fan paused, recalling: "Wasn't he God?!"

Why not just leave him as God?!

Xiao Yan's lip twitched: "This setup feels familiar—haven't we seen this somewhere before?"

"So Su Ge really is Lord Haotian," Li Huowang muttered to himself. Everything happened too suddenly—he looked bewildered at Ye Fan: "Ye Ge, that movie—"

Ye Fan said seriously: "Fake."

"Oh," Li Huowang nodded blankly, but he was already confused.

After thinking it over, he picked up a Precious Moon Staff and followed after him.

Why overthink it? As Su Lin said, happiness matters most.

He was happier than ever, regardless of whether any of it was real or not.

"My mood now isn't good or bad—damn it, I've gotten too into character."

Su Lin waved the Skyblue Jade Void Sword forward, signaling the crowd to move aside: "Go find others to play with. Don't get in my way."

A sense of antiquity spread, ripples of time undulated through empty space; wherever he went, all manner of undead turned into statues, frozen in snarling, clawing postures.

Directly ahead, on the remaining pagodas of the Sacred Mountain, each held a Reincarnator tightly watching him, as if guarding Haelbak, while the Confucian, Wuzhiqi, and the Angelic Army guarded them from even farther ahead.

Even though the Journey to the West's Sky-Mending had been completed, all their plans had been shattered, and they had utterly lost their authority to dominate this world after the Fall.

But at the very least, they had to hold out until the completion prompt for the Fall mission, and until Haelbak truly died, so that the team leader's authority would transfer to the current strongest—Wei Wu.

Only then could the team receive the most basic mission reward, and fully absorb the soul power and this world's divine arts Haelbak had previously infused into them.

These were the very foundations upon which the Soul-Shaking Team could survive after returning.

"We did not realize it was Hun Tian Di before us—we have been impolite."

The Confucian Saint spoke with neither humility nor arrogance: "We eat the ruler's salary, we serve the ruler's cause—this matter, right or wrong, we see through to the end."

Wuzhiqi snorted, gripping his bronze chain tightly: "No matter which world's Hun Tian Di, they're all so detestable—if only Hun Tian Di hadn't sent Luwu and Yinglong—"

"Are you trying to stall me?"

Su Lin scratched his ear, glanced around, spotted a large monkey demon clearing mobs on the battlefield, reached out, and snatched it over: "I'm giving you a hidden side quest—go kill that guy."

One must admit Haelbak was still formidable; if each soul was counted as an individual, their summoning numbers even gave them a numerical advantage.

If so, I'll have to deploy some special tactics.

"Me? That stiff-necked guy over there? He's got the same simmering rage as those Confucian stiffs—I'll take him!" Before Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang could react, he was flung forward, landing face-first in dirt before the Confucian Saint.

"The gentleman cherishes virtue; the petty man cherishes soil." The Confucian glanced at Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang, shook his head, and tossed back a retort about stinking fermented tofu, ignoring him entirely as he stepped past toward Su Lin.

Wuzhiqi stared coldly at Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang, and swung his bronze chain downward.

He suddenly felt his steps growing heavier.

"When young, he is not respectful to elders; when grown, he leaves no legacy; when old, he refuses to die—he is a thief." The voice drifted slowly, like a master's reprimand.

The Confucian Saint turned around—where the arrogant, weak cultivator had stood, now stood a white-robed Confucian.

And Wuzhiqi

had vanished entirely; only shards of broken bronze remained on the ground.

The white-robed Confucian brushed dust from his robes and asked: "I ask you—what is a gentleman? What is a petty man?"

"A gentleman completes others' goodness; a petty man completes others' evil." The Confucian Saint replied.

On one side, lotuses of literary qi took shape; on the other, golden words coalesced. Both stared calmly, walking toward each other.

Su Lin wanted to see how far these two would argue, but he did not linger—he continued toward his target ahead.

"Heretic—stop!"

A volley of arrows shot across before Su Lin, forming a line of fire.

The lead six-winged archangel, sword in right hand, scale in left, floated a crimson cross before his chest; his golden eyes, brimming with divinity, burned as if with eternal flame.

Boom—

A distant sound echoed as he raised his longsword; the phantom gate of Heaven stood towering in the heavens, revealing a golden light like twilight.

A city built of jade and precious gems appeared within the light; countless angels dwelled there, and within it, the Archangel's true form watched them silently.

"You shall cleanse your sins in heavenly fire."

A judgment echoed across space and distance; evening bells rang one after another; divine authority descended like a prison, blazing light carrying the radiance of creation and destruction, piercing down from the illusory gate of Heaven.

Sacred inscriptions from Heaven formed a cage; blazing light enveloped Su Lin and swallowed him whole.

Dozens of millions of angelic figures flew out from the gate of Heaven, filling the sky with Lin Li.

Each angel radiated overwhelming might, drawing bows tipped with flaming arrows, stirring gales, purifying souls and enemies without discrimination.

Seeing this, Wei Wu exhaled slightly—he was glad they had signed the pact with Michael, promising to one day travel to or aid the Leopard Spirit Reincarnator in collecting six lost End-Horns scattered across his own world.

The Reincarnator who provided the legacy statue had returned one End-Horn, earning Michael's aid.

"It seems the transcendental power level in that Reincarnator's homeworld is indeed high—even under these conditions, they managed to buy us crucial time." Wei Wu suppressed his hatred toward this group of Journey-to-the-West Reincarnators, forcing himself to remain calm.

As he thought this, a cold voice emerged from the blinding white light, invisible to the naked eye:

"Sin? You say I am sinful?"

Darkness fell silent; ashes drifted down.

Beneath the blazing light, ash fell softly; in the gentle breeze, faint shadows speckled the gray—gray so deep it even tainted the black of the River of Souls.

Dead titans and evil spirits turned to ash, surging into the pure white light; within it, a six-winged, pitch-black figure emerged, radiating ominous, destructive violet light.

When He appeared, the deepest abyss of the River of Souls began to boil violently.

The Book of Revelation describes "Hell" as: "A perpetual lake of fire, its air drawn from the coal of calamity, its light from flickering flames."

Beneath the phantom gate of Heaven stood the holy angels; where that figure stood—was Hell!

"A Fallen One?!" Michael's emotionless eyes showed emotion for the first time.

His right-hand sword ignited with eternal, heavenly flame; without hesitation, space shattered like bubbles wherever it passed, carrying the power of collapsing universes—his target: Su Lin, who absorbed the countless ashes.

"The angel closest to God—Michael?"

Su Lin transformed all destroyed things, along with the divine power surrounding him, into dying ashes.

He did not let these ashes burst into pure light and heat, nor did he activate the Law of destruction—he channeled them into his Ashen Wings, converting them into nourishment for spirit and soul.

"Wake up."

"I don't like that guy over there—go beat him up."

As the Judgment Sword of universal collapse descended, infinite light erupted like a volcano, stretching ten thousand li.

The scorching wind swept past—everything fell silent.

Su Lin emerged unharmed from the light; beside him, a divine figure woven from starlight slowly materialized—gender indistinguishable, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

He closed his eyes, knelt on one knee toward Su Lin in the void, his body collapsing into ash one moment, then refilled by light, hovering on the edge of collapse and stability.

Michael's cross-sword was held in one hand by Him, trembling violently.

As they passed each other, Su Lin spoke: "Luxi."

Under Michael's horrified gaze, Luxi opened his eyes and uttered a voice sweet beyond measure, filled with joy: "As you command, my Lord."

"Who are you?" Michael snapped toward Su Lin—but in that instant, six black wings emerged behind Luxi, slowly unfolding.

Cold yet holy light pierced heaven and earth.

The cross-sword moaned; cracks spread; the laws of Titans and the Underworld were stripped away; vengeful evil souls burst from the points touching the ash, surging into the column of light.

The rhythm of destruction sang like a uniform choir, chanting the primordial epic, a myth so ancient it existed only in the Bible—now reborn by countless coincidences!

"Lucifer?!"

"Hahaha"

Amid the laughter, the earth trembled; the River of Sighs reversed its flow; the Church's Heroic Spirits from the Hall of Heroes watched this scene, while the Faithful from the Servant Universe raised their Crusader banners and charged into battle under Joan of Arc's lead.

"The glory of our Lord shall not be profaned." The Old Man of the Mountain charged first into the angelic host, giant sword in hand, beginning assassinations.

Then came the Church's Heroic Spirits, blessed by Su Lin, their backs adorned with radiant wings of light.

The angels of the Western Continent also broke from their current formation and gathered into the Church's legion, along with

"White Crane, what are you doing over there?!"

"We've been mixed in with the West for so long—we're at least Archangels by now!"

Also present were Bai He Zhenjun from Song Shuhang's world and her relatives.

In an instant, a million angelic legions assembled; only then did Michael realize—among the countless races scattered across the cosmos, there were so many angels?!

"Where are you looking? Look at your own wings."

As Michael turned to look at Su Lin's back, fire and light erupted, pouring toward the shadow of the Gate of Heaven.

Michael flew out in disarray, glanced behind himself—and saw his wings had turned utterly black; ash rained from his own angelic host, light fading, darkness spreading.

"Michael refuses to kneel before the Lord, leads his army with weapons raised—from this moment, he is declared a traitor!"

Amid the arrogant proclamation.

The power of light and heat radiated from His ash-wings; though still symbolizing destruction, Luxi's six wings now emitted a radiance never before seen.

He was the perfect angel, the brightest star—holiness and glory never dimmed.

"Who are you?" Wei Wu's voice was hoarse. "How did we ever encounter a team like yours?"

He stepped forth from the sky of golden blood and broken wings; no matter how many concepts of the Death King Hēi'ěrbāk gathered, he remained untouched by death.

All methods!

All reinforcements called!

Even Bohun failed to delay the Sky Mending, and was mysteriously counterattacked, retreating into Lingshan.

All were completely suppressed—not a shred of chance remained.

"You may call me the Primordial God. Now, you may call me Lord Haotian. Damn it, together it's Lord Haotian God."

"These are all stage names. You may also call me Buddha Shakyamuni—my venture really did include this one."

Su Lin cursed, eyeing the stitched-together monstrosity upon the divine throne: "I thought you'd just run away. Didn't expect you still had some spine—or perhaps, such greed is rare indeed."

"Do you know what the Abyss Concept Crystals are?" Wei Wu pointed at Hēi'ěrbāk suddenly.

"Completing the Sky Mending can indeed prevent the souls of worlds with similar traits and histories from the Abyss from slipping in—but the Abyss Crystals carry dozens, even hundreds of identical pieces of information. When he fully collapses, every Death King within will be released."

"Why are you telling me this?" Su Lin was pondering how to deal with this thing devoid of the concept of death.

Captain of the Soul-Shaking Squad, Hēi'ěrbāk, Death

"Of course, to buy time!" Wei Wu instantly muttered the return incantation, no longer wanting to remain in this world.

Warning: This world is about to plunge into the Abyss. Current participation level: 1. World control permission unobtainable. Return will result in squad evaluation failure.

Nonsense—this enemy was far beyond their squad's capacity to handle!

Wei Wu had never understood "pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger," only hearing youths speak of it—but now his understanding reached its peak.

Had they known from the start that the opposing team was this absurd, they would've cut their losses immediately!

But this world offered no regret pills—even if they'd known then,

Return failed. You lack captain permission.

"What?!" Wei Wu's eyes widened.

Su Lin also looked over, puzzled by what they were up to.

These few had been protected by Hēi'ěrbāk all along; now that Hēi'ěrbāk had collapsed into a tangled mess, enemy and ally were indistinguishable.

Pale faces—male and female, old and young, even non-human species—emerged not only from Hēi'ěrbāk himself but broke free of some restraint, slithering down his body, crawling along Li Heishui toward nearby living beings.

When a pale face climbed onto Benchuan Yu's face, who played Kasyapa, he instantly transformed into an old man with glowing red eyes, muttering unintelligible incantations.

Skeletons emerged from clumps of Li Heishui, radiating death's aura, rushing toward Wei Wu and the others.

More and more faces surged from Hēi'ěrbāk's chest, immediately flooding toward Su Lin, making him frown.

Suddenly, reapers wielding scythes and chains flew from the gloom, stirring a terrifying storm.

Countless rays symbolizing death shot forth like flying dragons toward Su Lin.

Weapons clashed; many attacks struck the Sacred Dragon Battle Robe, triggering its law-infused dragon-guarding aura.

"Wei Wu! Why aren't you returning?!" One of the reapers spoke in Hēi'ěrbāk's voice—his original body long dead; what remained was a pre-planned backup:

"Since you ruined our mission, I'll drag every living being in this universe into death—don't think you'll find peace within the Abyss!"

"Die!!!"

A slash of blade-light, streaked with black lightning, cut through—all the dark, blood-yellow impurities, summoned by his last shred of will, surged toward Su Lin, dragging along the Death King who had revived upon his teammate's body.

In an instant, millions of death auras blotted out the sky, breaking free from the Nine Cauldrons' suppression and unleashing their full power.

Su Lin's expression remained calm, but the next moment, the direction of the death energy attacks shifted, striking toward the base of Lingshan.

"I know you wear a supreme treasure—but what about your subordinates?!" Herbaak felt a grim satisfaction, his mind already corroded by information until he was no different from a vengeful wraith.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Reincarnators never do anything without benefit.

"So many death gods—I'd think I'd wandered into the Soul Society."

Su Lin, clad in the Tianhe Battle Robe, stepped forth from history and sighed: "Luckily, I own more than one supreme treasure."

The Tianhe Battle Robe rippled with waves; the spectral forms of the Twelve Sacred Beasts emerged, merging a universe's sky and earth with reality—starlight illusory, weaving into an impenetrable net.

All black energy was enveloped within it, drawn by the Twelve Sacred Beasts into the Tianhe Battle Robe, where it converged and compressed into a single black star within a starry river at the sleeve.

"Go!" Herbaak's lingering soul glanced at Wei Wu and the others.

Yet Sak, portraying Anan, had his skull split open by a handsome youth wielding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, countless undigested souls spilling forth from his head.

"I told you to be careful," Su Lin's true body stepped forward from the side, a trace of resignation on his face: "Venerable one, do you believe in light?"

He stood there in nothing but an ordinary white Dao robe—no Tianhe Battle Robe, no Invincible Dragon Armor.

From the very beginning, he had never fought this group of Reincarnators with his true body.

He gazed at his avatar, whose cultivation had surged after receiving the Hun Tian Di's legacy, now able to unlock greater effects of the Tianhe Battle Robe—until a majestic purple-robed phantom of the Tianhe Battle Robe appeared above the entire Shenzhou continent.

Light radiated from Su Lin's entire body; pale, ghastly faces sprouted holy wings and soared skyward, while writhing tentacles rose from the Minghe River, snatching up the dead faces.

He spoke slowly: "This technique is called Dao Tian Fa Di—All Souls Sealed!"

The Light of Creation, fused with three or more primordial laws, unleashed an unprecedented light of genesis atop Lingshan!

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