Chapter 541: White Mythology: Jesus

Blue Star Blue Star →: xbiqugu

"Brother Han, this place is truly a rare divine realm!"

Above Shuijing Peak, Li Changshou was stunned to see a vast river of Dao's shadow stretching from the boundless to all directions, each droplet carrying immeasurable Dao and principle, surging fiercely forward, yet after its release, the lingering Dao resonance was absorbed by all things in the world.

Every blade of grass, every flower—even the most common cultivation realm spirit plants, or the watermelon vines sprouted from some random tossed watermelon seeds—were all drenched in thick immortal radiance.

If fully unrestrained, allowing its spiritual intelligence to flourish, this place would long ago have birthed all manner of naturally born elemental spirits!

Too extravagant—even Li Changshou, who had lived through the Primordial Chaos and seen countless wonders, never imagined such a marvel could exist in a mere "inch of space."

But then again, it makes sense—this place.

"I invested some effort to establish this, but mostly it owes to the resources and conditions provided by my friends, plus various coincidences, to create the wonder you see today, Brother Li."

Han Li's brow relaxed; while here, he felt noticeably more at ease.

"Brother Li, is this your first time here? Come, follow me."

Han Li smiled slightly and led him toward a more open area: "Each of our group members can carve out a personal cave heaven or prepare a floating mountain as a medicinal field."

Spirit plants and sacred fruits from countless worlds blanketed the hills and valleys.

Some drew in the light of sun, moon, and stars; others breathed in and out of auroras and mists; one divine herb, shaped like a human, was seizing heaven and earth's creative power, transforming death into life, radiating supreme true meaning.

After repeated harmonization, all these wonders here formed a self-sustaining cycle; even foreign plants planted here quickly assimilated into its ecosystem.

In essence, even if Han Li never again deliberately used the Little Green Bottle for cultivation, everything here would still persist.

Pick any blade of grass and it can replenish your depletion; toss down an apple core, and by tomorrow it grows into a golden apple.

"Brother Han, what's over there?" Li Changshou's eyelid twitched as he pointed toward the golden forest.

"Golden Apple Orchard—two or three worlds' worth of golden apple trees, different varieties." Han Li pulled a drop of green liquid from the Little Green Bottle and flicked it with his index finger toward the depths:

"Except for one sapling of golden apple tree obtained through Su Lin's special channels, which grows slowly, the rest all yield well."

"Lately I've tried grafting some golden apples with flat peaches—there are also some experimental varieties in there."

"By the way, not long ago I acquired some Fengrao Xiangxian and Spirit Wood from another universe—if we channel the power of the Fengrao Destiny into—"

Han Li was explaining; Li Changshou was listening—but at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

It was the academic authority he had felt in modern society before his reincarnation, as if some great master nearby had unleashed his domain.

In truth, when Han Li appeared in this divine realm, countless tree spirits sent him goodwill and affection; Li Changshou even sensed certain hidden "beings" secretly observing them.

"Haha… Brother Han, you just mentioned new materials for making paper people."

"Oh, sorry."

Han Li snapped back to himself, tossing down a stack of paper cutouts that transformed into numerous clones beginning to harvest.

Some fruits were round as pearls, their color vividly crimson, dripping with luster.

Others had strange shapes, dazzling like precious gems.

Before long, fruits and materials suitable for alchemy, artifact forging, and direct consumption were gathered; Han Li sorted them into different storage items, then handed some over to Li Changshou.

"Then I'll return to Zhutiancheng to restock."

"Brother Han is going back?!"

Li Changshou was stunned—he felt this was utterly unlike Han Li, and utterly unsteady.

"Naturally. Previously, I didn't understand their methods clearly, but now that I have some insight, returning to deliver something and investigate that strange universe isn't problematic."

Han Li nodded: "Besides, I see Ye Fan and the others aren't planning to abandon Zhutiancheng—they must have their own calculations."

That doesn't make sense.

Even though their time together has been short, after multiple interactions, Li Changshou was certain Han Li wouldn't act so recklessly.

Delivering parcels was one thing—but now he wants to explore further?

"At this level of crisis, Su Lin's presence allows for appropriate involvement," Han Li said.

"Hun Tian Di?" Li Changshou recalled his boss—the one who only ever said "Approved," "I trust you to handle it," and "Approved."

The booming words—"Heaven and earth are vast, within the Three Realms I am supreme," "Even if the Dao and the Saints all came, I still have the final say"—still echoed in his ears, as the proverb of steadiness goes:

—Seek a mountain to lean on, cling to a thick thigh, never overestimate yourself, never underestimate yourself.

If only my boss in the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor, were this powerful.

If I could sneakily string a line to let the Jade Emperor come learn here…

Li Changshou shook his head, dispelling the thought: "Cough, Brother Han, isn't it said that His Majesty can only reach his peak strength within his own domain?"

"Not necessarily," Han Li considered, then said: "I don't know what other cards Brother Su has up his sleeve."

Hss—

Could this thigh be thicker than I imagined?!

"Then, what's His Majesty's usual strength?" Li Changshou asked cautiously.

"Brother Meng and Brother Lu seemed to describe it this way…" Han Li covered his face, recalling: "Stronger when facing stronger foes—power level unknown."

Li Changshou froze: "Unknown? Meaning no upper limit?"

"Hmm… unknown," Han Li weighed his words.

He recalled a certain mechanical puppet, revived due to Su Lin's influence, wandering within this blessed land.

A mechanical puppet that came to life due to Su Lin's influence.

"You could understand it that way."

This is a multi-universal unified marketplace where competition is driven by commerce.

Even with some unpleasant cheating—like opponents with divine backer spirits and treasure vaults, or candidates with cosmic mines forcing their wishes—

These kinds of competitors.

Yet Ye Fan still upholds fair, just, and transparent commercial principles, aiming to seize ownership of Zhutiancheng through harmonious, friendly trade and high-quality goods.

"Aside from Plan One, Brother Su, do you have any other methods or artifacts to resolve the current issue?" Ye Fan asked, pointing to the sky.

"How about I put on a fireworks show for everyone?" Su Lin said eagerly.

Yi Leina, who was performing a memory restoration technique on Xing, squinted at Su Lin, then glanced at Xing on the ground, skeptical.

"Are you two really from the same factory line when it comes to brain wiring?"

"I'm touched, but no thanks," Ye Fan thought Su Lin was a bit extreme.

He held a map of all the forbidden zones he'd gotten from Duan De, his expression conflicted, as if scheming something sinister.

Putting yourself in Ye Fan's shoes, you could understand his feelings—slamming black bricks, hitting chin beans, these unorthodox competitive tactics were somewhat expected, but no one anticipated such massive investment, almost like an all-in bet.

Precisely because of this, it indirectly proved that the hidden value of this Tiancheng far exceeded these investment costs.

Leaving aside the guy with the cheat system and the mysteriously appearing future people, is there really only one way: to follow Tiancheng's competition rules, attract customers through sincerity, and increase transaction volume?

Indeed, there's no other choice—he, Ye Fan, was just an honest cultivator who only did lawful business.

Ye Fan said to Song Shuhang and Chen Nan:

"They're all pretending to be the Multiverse Devourers—quickly devour all those universes and find the people, especially those who possess Tiancheng tokens."

"..." Song Shuhang could roughly understand which mattered more to Elder Ye Fan: "fate" or "loss."

"The multiverse-wide knowledge sphere's beta version is ready," Meng Qi said, stepping out of a quiet chamber, strands of phantom black-and-white threads coiling around his hands, joining the gathered group.

"Using this as the core, combined with Ye Fan's Lord Token, we can build a real-time communication network spanning cross-dimensional and void spaces—currently with built-in chat functionality, primarily to ensure others won't lose their memories in those universes."

"By the way, don't you think this thing of mine resembles a chat group? Maybe someday we can spread it across all dimensions of the void beyond the real world."

Everyone turned their gaze toward Miss Kelaien's position.

Miss Kelaien: "..."

I just casually added that detail to close the logic loop—why are you all fixated on these details?!

"I'm just a local deity from a remote planet."

Miss Kelaien maintained his indifference, despite being bound in layers of seals, still calm: "Do you think I look like Azathoth?"

"I think you look like a literary girl starring in a yuri Wu Xia drama with the Thief Young Lady called 'Rhein A Meng,'" Su Lin smiled.

Miss Kelaien's lips twitched involuntarily: "Fine, I'll just become Azathoth then!"

Who... who knows?

Song Shuhang's attention focused on the side.

Senior Su Lin was dragging Xing by the collar, preparing to leave.

Young Lady Yi Leina gripped a sleeve of Senior Su Lin's robe, smiling.

After locking eyes for two seconds, Senior Su Lin reluctantly looked away.

These two...

Like a skipped frame, in the blink of Song Shuhang's eye, everything returned to normal.

"..." Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes.

Could it be because he was too tired? He probably needed a rest.

"I'm going to explore for information in Yinglong Tower," Su Lin stood up. "Anyone want to come? Don't worry about safety—we can stroll around and grab something to eat."

"I'm a bit hungry," Yi Leina said.

"Put this on," Su Lin pulled out a luxurious purple xuan robe and draped it over Yi Leina; the two left, one behind the other.

Song Shuhang's hand froze halfway, his smile stiff.

Meng Qi walked up from behind and suddenly said: "You didn't see anything. I didn't either."

"Mm," Song Shuhang swallowed, lowered his hand awkwardly.

"Golden Smiling Mouth, Cosmic Dumpling, Dreamy Crispy Rice, Rising Dragon Dumplings, Milky Way Squid Noodles"

Su Lin put down the menu and asked: "Are there any other noodle dishes?"

"Just these for now, guest," said the chef with hair resembling a rooster's tail and a red headband.

"Would Liu Angxing be interested in becoming the Food God in Heaven? I'll give you a backdoor."

"Hey! If he becomes the Food God, what do I do?! Shi Difen is the Food God!" asked a gray-haired man frying a steak with one hand: "Who ordered the Tang Niu steak? Get it over here!"

"I'll make you the Cooking God, won't I?" Su Lin waved his hand.

For some reason, many traders on the Culinary Dao had gathered in the same kitchen in Yinglong Tower.

Rising Dragon Dumplings really contained dragon meat; Cosmic Dumplings contained fragments of the universe; Dreamy Crispy Rice... contained no dreams—the Pet Elves Protection Association can rest easy.

But each glowing dish was undeniably dazzling.

"Don't we need to gather intelligence?" Yi Leina smiled lightly, cradling her teacup in both hands. "Eating isn't that important, is it?"

"I'm not concerned with any of that anymore," Su Lin interlaced his fingers, propped his elbows on the table, and rested his forehead on them.

What multiverse-wide unified market?

What cutthroat real-world business warfare?

What Northern Wu Zhenxian controlling great vows?

All just a little wind and frost.

It's gone off-flavor—probably influenced by the Great Love Immortal Sovereign I previously refined.

Su Lin opened his eyes, looked up at Yi Leina, and said seriously: "Come home with me first."

"What?!" Yi Leina shot up, her chair scraping backward with her.

The screech of the wooden chair and the girl's startled cry merged, drawing attention from around them.

"You can't possibly mean—" Yi Leina glanced left and right, hesitating: "First meet my parents and..."

"I mean helping you eliminate possible disturbances on your person."

Su Lin's voice came again.

Yi Leina froze slightly, then looked toward Su Lin, whose expression was complex—partly teasing, partly something else.

A vortex shimmering in seven colors flooded down from Su Lin's head, illuminating the boundary between illusion and reality.

Several breaths later.

"Tch," Yi Leina exhaled, arms crossed, glancing sidelong with clear annoyance.

Su Lin's figure stepped out of the air; his face, so close, made Yi Leina look away: "This is what I care about most—everything else is irrelevant."

Yi Leina propped her chin on her right hand and sighed helplessly: "Do as you please."

The way he took this so seriously actually made her quite pleased.

"I don't mind either way," Yi Leina murmured with a faint smile, lifting her lustrous eyes slightly: "But think carefully."

A suspended azure sword qi, interwoven with starlight, shrieked through the void, shaking the entire emptiness—when one looked, brilliant starlight drifted down like falling petals.

"Master Sanzang."

"Can't you see the atmosphere right now?"

Su Lin's smile vanished; he asked without turning his head.

"My apologies—I simply didn't expect this situation."

Under his slightly apologetic expression, Wu Zhenxian flickered with surprise, but remembering the other's true identity, he nodded as if it were obvious:

"This isn't a gift—I'll pay for it myself as an apology for disturbing the two of you."

"Should I address you as the Holy Son Jesus according to the Bible's myth, or as the Holy Monk Sanzang according to the Journey to the West?"

Su Lin sheathed the Tianqing Yu Xu Sword and snapped his fingers, pulling out a new menu.

"I've got a role in Slavic mythology too," Su Lin glanced at him: "White Mythology, Jesus."

"Heh."

Wu Zhenxian laughed unconcernedly, yet his inner vigilance began to spread—his Great Vow Dharma had no effect on either of them.

"After you've dined, feel free to explore my Yinglong Tower—anything you like, except this tower itself, you may choose one item at will," he said with polite courtesy.

"There's such a thing?" Su Lin raised an eyebrow.

Yi Leina's gaze swept toward the outside of the restaurant, passing over the objects there.

"Naturally," Wu Zhenxian nodded, smiling: "My Yinglong Tower has everything—compare it with the Qiongqi Tower if you wish."

"If the Heaven Emperor wishes, I can offer all of this—including the number of universes corresponding to the guests of all Heavenly Cities—as reparation, to turn hostility into harmony."

Su Lin stared at that smiling face and suddenly thought of foxes.

If Lu Mingfei were here, he'd probably say, "You very cunning."

"Don't misunderstand—I know what you're worried about," Wu Zhenxian said earnestly: "All Heavenly Cities belong to my Great Vow Heaven; other things are unimportant—including these universes."

"Besides, the Qiongqi Tower probably can't meet the current guests' demands anymore, can it?"

He referred to the "old guests" gradually being overwhelmed by ancient information—what the strongest among them required couldn't even be matched by the Qiongqi Tower's Immortal Elixir.

Su Lin studied him, then smiled faintly: "That's not certain."

Wu Zhenxian returned the smile, but then, suddenly, a series of images flashed through his mind.

They were advertisements issued by the Qiongqi Tower to the city.

Death-Eye, Holy Demon Embryo, Hun Tian Bao Jian, Evil Spirit Knight Bloodline, Super Saiyan Bloodline, Sword of the Victory Oath, Mark-5 Suitcase Armor, Resurrection Cross, Ancient Secret Devourer, Primordial Bagua Qiankun Art, Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique, Infinity Stones, Kryptonian Bloodline.

Dense and countless, like an endless ocean.

And still increasing?!

"Master God, give me the list of supernatural items for exchange, and also a wristwatch."

"Master God, I've listed these items in my shop—will you take back the Heavenly City Tokens?"

In the Cycle Space, Ye Fan muttered to himself: "Ten thousand seems too much—what if I try a thousandfold price difference?"

(End of Chapter)