Chapter 546: Supplement Below

Sad light pierced the darkness; the Remnant Immortal, due to the peculiar nature of the strange holy radiance, was currently being suppressed by a group of powerful Wish Envoys.

An Lan muttered something about not allowing such beings to reach the Foreign Realm, and bearing his wounds, he occasionally struck the Remnant Immortal twice more.

"Fool with narrow vision—you still haven't realized we're all false forms."

The Remnant Immortal sneered; having lost too much power, his appearance now looked far more normal, yet his gaze remained fixed firmly on some distant point.

"Was it simply insufficient fate?"

His voice shook the Dao, and with a touch of melancholy, he cast down a divine edict.

As if flying toward the end of the prologue, the eternal, indestructible light of Immortal Dao converged upon him; his gleaming battle armor shattered piece by piece, and behind him, the bronze Immortal Palace and the remaining cultivators did the same.

With a boom, his soul exploded, dissolving into a rain of light.

This rain fell upon the Ten Thousand Cities, ignoring the vast majority of defenses, piercing through all things, absorbed by the dark beings, Heavenly Gods, and Heavenly Prodigies summoned by Shi Hao as if it were a blessing.

Afterwards, including the affected Wish Envoys, the immortal monsters—covered in bronze eyes or yellow-brown oily feathers—formed an army and, obeying instinct, launched a glorious charge toward the sky.

"This move feels a bit like the Zhe Xian Curse I once used?" Shi Hao immediately took Lu Mingfei and left at the moment the Remnant Immortal self-exploded.

A technique that ignores spiritual power, fears no Immortal runes, and pierces through all things—this was the defining trait of the once-considered-unsolvable Zhe Xian Curse, yet now it enabled weak beings to instantly enter the Immortal realm.

'Immortalization Curse?'

Although Shi Hao felt such Immortalization was unnecessary...

"Someone who's clearly vanished still has such a strong presence?" Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.

Don't misunderstand—this wasn't Lu Mingfei hinting at anything; he just looked at the bloodied feathers filling the sky and the falling 'Angel Beasts,' and suddenly felt like singing Hallelujah.

Come to think of it, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a situation—someone who seemed like an ally had a terrifyingly grotesque aesthetic.

As Lu Mingfei thought this, a familiar figure stepped out of the air before him—a man holding a cane, his semi-transparent cloak gradually fading away. 'That's right—this one is Even More Significant.'

Lu Mingfei felt this guy was far more like a demon god than the Remnant Immortal had been.

"My spirituality is warning me you're thinking something disrespectful," said Kleine, expressionless.

Lu Mingfei laughed it off: "How could that be? We're buddies, aren't we..."

"The previous state has been lifted; I've expelled those few from my body," Kleine said, glancing at Lu Mingfei's half-step backward.

"We've done all we can. Now we wait and see."

He snapped his fingers, retrieving the otherworldly guests he'd casually bundled and hung on the Source Fortress.

Everyone turned their gaze beyond the Tower Domain; the chaotic battlefield was gradually being cleaned up. Even Shi Hao's immense popularity had its limits.

The golden spear shattered into hundreds of fragments; though already weakened, An Lan's battle intent remained unshaken, calm and unalarmed.

His hair disheveled, divine light blazed in his eyes—vast and mighty, a force capable of annihilating countless living souls—yet it was restrained by the Ten Thousand Cities.

An Lan sensed his state was not his true body; he raised his head proudly, about to speak:

"I am eternal, unyielding through countless calamities..."

Whoosh.

A beam of light landed silently on An Lan; his belly began swelling visibly.

Looking up, he saw the Confucian Sage, under siege by numerous experts, was using the Expert Identification Technique indiscriminately—somehow, a single 'Pregnant Gaze' had pierced through the crowd and crossed space at incredible speed to strike An Lan.

An Lan plunged his ten fingers into empty space, gritted his teeth against the agony of childbirth, and, with an expression of shock and existential doubt, slowly spoke: "The King cannot be insulted!"

His soul exploded, pulverized into ashes.

For an instant, all sound vanished; supreme Immortal light collapsed inward, then erupted violently—a supreme Immortal King's self-destruction shook heaven and earth, blazing radiance piercing cosmic spacetime!

This sudden scene caught even the powerful of the Great Wish Heaven off guard; heavy defenses coalesced, yet this unexpected, sacrificial strike still stirred massive waves across the Wish Sea.

In the heavens, a three-colored treasure ship emerged amid ripples of spacetime distortion.

It hovered in another world, mirror-like; the impact of this strike manifested on the mirror's other side, revealing the ship to all.

"..."

Shi Hao recorded this scene with a Memory Stone, planning to promote An Lan's heroic image in the Foreign Realm later, thanking him for today's double-death and self-sacrificing assistance.

Honestly, even in his wildest dreams he'd never conjure such an absurd scene—yet by sheer coincidence, it had actually happened.

"Meng Qi already passed through, but there was no reaction," Kleine rubbed his temples, as if easing spiritual fatigue.

"Why don't you try that move again?" Lu Mingfei blurted nonsense: "Make the ship wear a monocle."

Kleine turned and walked toward the tower: "It's more realistic to make everyone in the Ten Thousand Cities wear monocles."

Even if he stacked this movie-character template with several other dangerous sealed items, he couldn't achieve this—only a true god with the status of a Creator might have a slim chance.

A laugh, wild and ecstatic, echoed in his ear; Kleine instinctively glanced sideways.

Including the old man radiating crimson light and the Northern Wu Zhenxian chasing the Confucian Sage, every being of the Great Wish Heaven paused, then, in perfect unison, pulled out monocles from nowhere and put them on.

"Dude, I was just joking!" Lu Mingfei ducked behind Shi Hao, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

Kleine opened his mouth, then slowly closed it; his laughter grew clearer—and this time, it traveled directly into his mind through his spirituality.

【Mr. Fool, hurry and join us! Without the real you and the Source Fortress, we're not in full state~~~】

【Let's surpass Brother Su Tianfu together!】

【Hurry up, we can't hold out much longer~ We'll let you be the brain if you want!】

"I decline."

Kleine felt a chill crawl through him; a cold sensation spread through every "Spirit Worm," yet it carried a honeyed, irresistible allure.

His mind remained taut and clear; though Yuanshi Tianzun was tempted, he would never accept such an invitation.

【Too late...】

【Pity.】

As if missing something, a deep awareness within him sighed with regret—and Kleine felt suddenly lighter.

Before Kleine and the others could clarify the situation, a magnificent figure adorned with brocade shoulder wraps stepped out of the Wish Ship; her body was covered in irregular gilded patterns, and the chaos in her eyes cleared in an instant.

The world...

Completely frozen.

Ten-thousand-year wheel of fate, star-sea jade sky, ten-directions true sovereign, water-moon mirror-flower.

As if breaking free from the embryonic shell, seeing the entire world for the first time, she began assimilating all of it; her gaze settled on the myriad future branches of the Great Wish Heavenly Cosmos, where a supremely brilliant light and shadow consumed everything.

Ripples glimmered; the river of time emerged clearly, the world continued unchanged, yet she could not touch the more distant future.

Looking back, the past was clearly reflected: it was the first sentient being in the primordial universe to transcend the limits of heaven and earth; he returned from wandering the void to find his former universe had already undergone cyclical rebirth.

After lingering for several eons, he met his old friends reborn, left behind a treasure ship capable of ferrying across the sea of life and death, and never returned again.

"Nothing can be taken, only karma follows the self."

Yu Yingzhao stepped out from within the Great Wish Ship, her aura alternately void, dark, and blazing like a blazing sun.

Beneath her feet, the three-colored treasure ship shimmered in mutual radiance with the bright, pure full moon; the luminous moon hung high, pouring down clear light that obscured her features:

"Su Lin, I must thank you again for sending these things to ruin my plans..."

With a graceful jade finger pointing forward, Yu Yingzhao's form dissolved for an instant, then instantly restored; she was as if utterly burned out, yet refreshed herself in the next breath.

"Otherwise, I could never have mustered the resolve."

"Yi Donglai," spreading like a virus through the innate spiritual light of the boundless beings of the Wish Sea, had his spacetime stripped away from the moment he entered the Great Wish Ship along causal threads, until now.

Layers of space shattered, echoing crisply.

The spacetime untouched by the virus now overlaid the present; the abnormalities on Bei Wu Zhenxian, Gu Tianwang, and others vanished.

Yi Donglai, cloaked in a semi-transparent cloak and wearing a monocle, flew backward from the spot Yu Yingzhao had pointed; all his deeds became illusory bubbles, and his body shattered into three independent individuals: Star God Aha, Red Middle Li Huowang, and Zhao Lei.

Yi Donglai rose from the ground, bewildered, staring at Zhao Lei, whose dice had shattered and spilled mercury; he shouted: "My plan was infiltration, not direct possession!"

"Life always demands a little thrill," Zhao Lei smiled weakly.

Amon and the Fool, cultivated from primordial qi, were flawed; they lacked the Source Fortress, or they might truly have slipped in and seized control of this realm.

But then, everyone would have truly become indistinguishable~

"A half-formed cosmic consciousness dares plot against the Great Wish Heavenly Cosmos? Had I not been willing to achieve completeness, had I dared not forcibly absorb the Great Wish Ship, you might have truly seized the nest."

Yu Yingzhao's tone carried praise: "At least it is a naturally born universe; enter my Wish Sea and become its own realm."

Moonlight fell upon Yi Donglai and the others; the dreamlike, transcendent waves of the Wish Sea swept them into its depths.

Yu Yingzhao's gaze did not linger; she reached out and seized the Many Heavenly Cities.

The lingering imprint of the former Cosmic Sovereign on the Great Wish Ship had not yet been cleansed; upon sensing Yi Donglai's attempt to corrupt the innate spiritual light of all beings, she had no choice but to also absorb the remaining tiny residue.

The Wish Master had perished; the terrifying, irrevocable momentum she now also endured.

Thus, she, as Cosmic Sovereign, was incomplete; the residue from the Wish Master became her flaw.

"Bei Wu, give me your token," Yu Yingzhao held the Many Heavenly Cities in her palm, towering like a celestial deity, gazing down upon the myriad beings within the city.

If she fully controlled the Many Heavenly Cities, she could transform all influences into Wish Power, thereby purging the indispensable yet must-be-cut residue of the Wish Master.

"Yes." Bei Wu pulled two tokens from his robe.

"Yu Yingzhao, Wish Master," Gu Tianwang looked at Yu Yingzhao without fear.

Yu Yingzhao nodded slightly, her finger swept again across the Wish Sea; in the nine heavens, the figures of the Nine True Sovereigns reappeared, their astonishment unmistakable, staring in shock at Yu Yingzhao atop the Great Wish Ship, their forms repeatedly dissolving and reforming.

"Your state is incomplete," Zhu Tian spoke.

"Correct," Yu Yingzhao admitted. "So are you. But soon, you won't be."

Boundless Wish Power converged in Yu Yingzhao's palm; a pale-white aura churned, peeling away the karmic forces within the Great Wish Ship like unwinding silk.

It was a space with eternity as its backdrop; a man wearing an eye patch lay on the ground, sleeping soundly.

"Hmm..." Su Tuoni sat up, stretched, yawned, and removed his eye patch to look at Yu Yingzhao: "Incomplete Cosmic Sovereign, big sister, how can you possibly be my master if you're this weak?"

"Good disciple, you should reincarnate into the Wish Sea and mend your primordial wounds," Yu Yingzhao said.

Su Tuoni shook his head in disappointment and said:

"Even if I settle under you, your current state cannot obtain everything from me."

Life born within a universe, even if it grows to destroy heaven and earth, cannot deny that every atom within that life, and the consciousness and soul it produces, are part of the universe.

Thus, Cosmic Sovereigns invariably spare no effort to cultivate other gifted individuals or lineages within their own universe.

Not out of nobility, but because once someone unifies with the primordial source of a multiverse to become Cosmic Sovereign, all power possessed by every being in this realm becomes the Sovereign's own.

It's not unsolvable—swap in local spiritual items from other universes, acquire special artifacts, and you can blur this connection—but Yu Yingzhao's calculations had already landed squarely on Su Tuoni's face.

"No need to trouble yourself; rest and heal in peace."

"When the time is ripe and your cultivation stable, your master will fulfill your wish—we shall become Dao companions, sharing the same vessel."

Yu Yingzhao paid no heed to the others of the Great Wish Heavenly Cosmos or the traders of the Many Heavenly Cities; she teased Su Tuoni carelessly.

But some guests—especially those who had staked everything in this great power struggle—now felt as if they'd bitten into a bitter melon, staring blankly at the sky.

"So you're all one family?!"

Watching the opponent's confident demeanor, Su Tuoni sighed helplessly.

Yu Yingzhao's gaze swept over Su Tuoni, erasing the two karmic worlds he inhabited—yet only one remained.

"Don't bother looking; that guy left long ago," Su Tuoni asked, puzzled: "Wait, isn't your half-dead state his doing?"

Yu Yingzhao's gaze grew deep; suddenly, she turned to the spacetime changes within the Many Heavenly Cities, seeing the very spot where she had once wielded the Great Karma Art.

An hour ago, a man with a weakened aura dragged his weary body toward the Bai Ze Tower; where he walked, footprints remained, burning with lustrous, golden-red karmic flames.

Su Lin devoured his meal in large bites; before him lay a pile of emptied bowls and chopsticks.

"Poor hospitality!" The red-haired boy pulled off the white towel from his head, confident.

"You didn't even make me burst my clothes—your aphrodisiac really isn't up to par," Su Lin set down his bowl and said: "I'm voting for that red-haired guy over there."

At Su Lin's announcement, the crowd of chefs in various uniforms erupted; a beautiful woman stepped onto the stage and announced:

"The winner of this year's Many Heavenly Culinary Exchange Competition is..."

"Mr. Emiya!"

The red-haired boy, unwilling to accept defeat, along with the other chefs, after tasting the winner's dish, blushed with intoxication and finally shed reluctant tears.

"As agreed before the contest, we voluntarily relinquish everything here and return to our own worlds." Shi Difen slung his pack over his shoulder and walked out without hesitation:

"I hope next time I come to Tiancheng, I can still compete in culinary arts with you, Supreme Culinary Patriarch."

"Culinary Patriarch… feels weird…" Weigong Shilang smiled awkwardly.

As the many culinary exchange participants departed, he looked at Su Lin, who was chewing on a toothpick, eyes vacant.

"Do you feel better?"

"Fine…"

Having remembered that Su Tuoni and Song Shuhang had both endured the Burning Karma Fire, Su Lin, after attempting purification, briefly experienced a similar ordeal.

It always felt like he could do it but I couldn't—didn't that mean I was inferior to that abstract streamer?

"All that stuff in novels is fake—training the mind, just torturing yourself for no reason."

It might also relate to Su Lin's current ontological rank; the sensation was roughly like climbing a mountain—already aching all over upon reaching the summit, yet forced to persist in descending.

Moreover, since the source of Karma Fire was gone, Su Lin also re-forged that place.

Unfortunately, no bug exploit yielded a Source of Merit—only a patch of Virtuous Karma Fire remained.

"567 worlds remain unsealed," Ye Fan walked over holding a string of jade tablets and said:

"But many of us here are suppressed—if all else fails, you might as well sacrifice your looks."

"If it were your sister-in-law or Lady, I wouldn't mind using Tiancheng as a wedding gift."

"You actually believe that?" Su Lin raised an eyebrow and stood up from his chair: "Thanks, I'm already at 1000%."

Then Su Lin took a deep breath, assumed a golf-swing posture, and leaned back.

Setting aside other worlds used as punching bags, consider only Dayuantian and Tiancheng within it.

Judging purely by spatial distance and dimensional separation, Su Lin figured, wasn't that just next door to his house?

"We're almost at your doorstep."

Tremor!

Violent tremor!

The inhabitants of Tiancheng felt nothing, but Yao Tian and several other True Rulers sharply turned their gazes toward the void.

In the void, the entire Dayuantian Cosmos, along with Tiancheng and the connected realms, was being pulled by a powerful force, transcending dimensions and distances, toward a certain location.

And the direction was…

That universe which had previously drawn their world into the Multiversal Vortex?!

Just as the tide had earlier swallowed Yi Donglai into the Sea of Vows, now the Dayuantian Cosmos, like a child in gentle waters, was being drawn by a natural, tidal power into a deeper ocean.

Yao Tian suddenly fixed her gaze on Su Tuoni and asked coldly: "What did you do?!"

According to the information she had, that powerful universe had never taken the initiative to respond before.

But before Su Tuoni could answer, she soon saw, carried by that immense force, a man with the same face emerging at the center of that universe, exposing himself.

"Miska, Moska~"

He was pulling with all his strength, holding a fishing rod, his mouth unable to stop curving upward:

"Welcome to Mickey's Awful House!"