Chapter 60: All-In Is Wisdom

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Didn't realize we talked this long—my apologies. That batch of pills just sold for 700 million gold coins!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Ugh, lately I've been refining pills till my legs give out and counting money till my hands go numb. I really need to find time to cultivate."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "@Han Li @Zhong Li, we agreed on a 5-4-1 split—I'll hold onto your shares for now."

Han Li: "No problem."

Zhong Li: "Excellent."

In a courtyard somewhere in Heishi City, Qiyuan Island, the Chaotic Star Sea.

Zhong Li gripped a pale-faced middle-aged man by one hand and turned to Han Li: "Brother Han, how should we handle this man?"

"Please, Brother Zhong, keep him restrained while I ask him a few questions," Han Li said politely, then looked at the middle-aged man trembling with fear and greeted him: "Ancestor Jiyin, long time no see."

Ancestor Jiyin never imagined that after just arriving in Heishi City to hire Biyun Sect cultivators to find Han Li, Han Li himself had walked right into his lap.

Just as he was about to use his Nascent Soul cultivation to seize Han Li, thinking the Xu Tian Ding was within his grasp—

The companion who had been ignored beside Han Li seized his neck with lightning speed.

Thick earth spirit energy gathered, forming two barriers before the handsome man with braided hair, light brown locks, and golden eyes, and Han Li.

No matter how hard Ancestor Jiyin struggled, he could not harm them in the slightest, nor escape their grasp.

"S-senior… is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

Ancestor Jiyin couldn't fathom where Han Li had found this elder—had this brat already offered the Xu Tian Ding to this elder in exchange for protection?!

Ancestor Jiyin had bitterness in his heart but couldn't speak it.

Then he began doubting his own ears—this elder called this brat "Brother"? "Brother Zhong"?

After greeting him, Han Li began questioning Ancestor Jiyin about the whereabouts of the other Nascent Soul cultivators involved in the manhunt.

Half a day later, Han Li gathered a pile of storage bags and handed them to Zhong Li.

Zhong Li shook his head and refused: "You distribute them. I'll borrow the cultivation techniques for reference, but the rest hold little use for me."

"Alright," Han Li didn't refuse—he was currently in dire need of these resources to advance his cultivation, and just then, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan had mentioned profit distribution in the group.

He thought for a moment and shared his own gains in the group.

Han Li: 【Image】

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Su Lin quietly closed the chat group.

Opened the lucky draw interface.

Reason? What's that?

All-in—All-in is wisdom!

Better leave a little—his last shred of reason told him to keep at least something back for emergencies.

3,000 points invested.

In the void, gray light rippled in waves.

Gray light shot out from the lucky draw interface and plunged into the system inventory.

Another item? Su Lin actually preferred skill-based rewards, but over these few draws, only the first had yielded the incredibly useful Divine Skill—Historical Projection; the other two had both been items.

Whatever. Let's see what it is first.

Humans are like this—after impulsively venting emotion, they slip into rational mode.

If the action was irrational, they feel unknown dread over its consequences, terrified of a negative outcome.

Su Lin was exactly like this now—trembling with anxiety, he slowly opened his system inventory.

Inside lay a card-like object, translucent and gleaming, with no cut edges—its lines naturally flowing, like crystal, adorned with ancient, mysterious patterns.

The only flaw: several cracks marred it, ruining the overall aesthetic.

The precedent of the Great Expansion Pearl loomed in his mind—unexplained emotion swirled within him, yet beneath it stirred a flicker of excitement and anticipation.

He read the card's description—his heart's stone sank, then rose again.

Cracked Divine Core of Light: Once absorbed by body or soul, it cannot be removed. Grants authority over the Light Law of a certain world, elevating the bearer to become its master. Side effect: As power is used and time passes, the Divine Core will gradually shatter; upon complete shattering, it inflicts catastrophic harm upon its wielder. —Saril? Holy Light: I'm not the villain! To restore the glory of Light, it is our sacred duty!

"Damn—you!" Su Lin's words cut off abruptly.

With his Foundation Establishment late-stage IQ, his mind surged—efficiently leveraging every available condition—inspiration struck like lightning through darkness.

A thought was born in his mind.

Su Lin pulled from the rifts of history his self from one minute ago, then retrieved the Cracked Divine Core of Light.

The Historical Projection took the Divine Core and pressed it to its chest—the Core, glowing softly, slowly merged into the Historical Projection's body.

The Historical Projection closed its eyes; a torrent of information flooded into Su Lin's mind.

Level one to nine Light spells: Basic Healing, Rapid Recovery, Flesh Regeneration, Illumination, Flash, Solar Burn, Revelation, Purification… over a thousand techniques.

Saint and Divine tier: Holy Healing, Divine Punishment, Divine Descent, Chain of Judgment, Dirge of Light, Genesis of Light…

His consciousness absorbed this flood of knowledge; his body was continuously reshaped under the Divine Core's influence.

The Historical Projection's form floated midair, radiating an aura of sacred inviolability under the Core's power.

The next moment.

The Historical Projection opened its eyes—its gaze, stained with divinity, glowed white-gold, radiating majesty; to meet its stare was to witness infinite light bursting forth, the world reduced to pure white.

A dignified robe woven from light particles appeared on the Historical Projection's body.

The entire world echoed with celestial song; the Laws themselves played the opening symphony for the mortal who had ascended to Divinity.

Across Earth, every living being heard the celestial music—whether asleep or awake, all felt a fleeting, profound peace.

Behind Su Lin's Historical Projection, countless threads of light emerged, twisting and weaving into a colossal Tree of Light that stretched from earth to heaven.

The night sky was illuminated, as bright as day.

A flood of light drowned the veil of night.

Su Lin's system points began to surge rapidly, and this was only because he had not appeared directly in the public eye; otherwise, if he had started a livestream, the commotion alone would have earned at least several thousand points.

Realizing the commotion was a bit too great, Su Lin controlled himself and snapped his fingers; the historical projection dissipated, and the crystalline, crystal-material-like divine fragment fell down, landing in Su Lin's hand.

He examined the cracks on it, and they were still the same as before—no visible change.

Could it be because the time was too short, and not much power had been used?

Su Lin put away the damaged divine fragment; now his confidence was sufficient.