Chapter 60: All-In Is Wisdom

Xiao Yan: “Didn’t realize we’ve been chatting this long—my apologies. Just sold that batch of pills for 700 million gold coins!”

Xiao Yan: “Ugh, I’ve been refining pills till my legs give out and counting money till my hands go numb. Really need to find time to cultivate.”

Xiao Yan: “@Han Li @Zhong Li, we agreed on a 5-4-1 split—I’ll hold your shares for now.”

Han Li: “No problem.”

Zhong Li: “Excellent.”

In a courtyard somewhere in Heishi City, Qiyuan Island, Luansing Sea.

Zhong Li gripped a pale-faced middle-aged man by the throat and turned to Han Li: “Han Daoist, how should we handle this one?”

“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: “Jiyin Ancestor, long time no see.”

Jiyin Ancestor never imagined—he’d just arrived in Heishi City hoping to hire Biyun Sect cultivators to find Han Li, and now Han Li 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’d been ignored beside Han Li struck with lightning speed, seizing his neck.

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 Jiyin Ancestor struggled, he couldn’t harm them in the slightest, nor escape their grip.

“P-Prefix… is there some kind of misunderstanding?”

Jiyin Ancestor 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?!

Jiyin Ancestor had difficulties expressing his suffering.

Then he began doubting his ears—this elder called this brat “Daoist”? “Brother Zhong”?

After greeting him, Han Li began questioning Jiyin Ancestor 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, 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!

Still, leave a little—his last shred of reason told him to keep something back, just in case of trivial matters.

3,000 points invested.

In the void, gray light rippled in faint waves.

A gray glow shot from the lucky draw interface and plunged into the system inventory.

Another item? Su Lin had wanted a skill, but every draw so far had yielded only items—except the first, which gave him the incredibly useful Historical Projection.

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 crystalline, with no cut edges—its lines naturally flowing, like crystal, adorned with ancient, mysterious patterns.

The only flaw: several cracks marred it, ruining its aesthetic perfection.

The precedent of the Dayan Pearl lingered in his mind, stirring strange emotions—yet beneath them, a flicker of excitement and anticipation.

He read the description, the stone in his chest sank—then rose again.

Broken 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 gradually shatters; upon complete shattering, it inflicts severe harm upon its wielder. —Saril the Radiant: I’m not the villain! To restore the glory of Light, it is my sacred duty!

“Damn—you!” Su Lin’s words cut off.

With his Foundation Establishment late-stage IQ, his mind surged—efficiently deploying 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 Broken Divine Core of Light.

The Historical Projection took the 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 spells.

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

His consciousness absorbed the flood of data; his body was continuously reshaped under the Core’s influence.

The Historical Projection’s form floated midair, radiant and inviolable under the Core’s power.

The next instant.

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 of nature 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 held up heaven and earth.

The night sky was illuminated, as bright as day.

A flood of light drowned the veil of night.

Su Lin’s system points surged rapidly—this was only because he hadn’t appeared directly in public view; had he gone live, this spectacle alone would’ve earned him thousands of points.

Realizing the commotion was too great, Su Lin snapped his fingers—the Historical Projection dissolved; the crystalline Divine Core fell into his hand.

He examined the cracks—still unchanged, no visible difference.

Perhaps because too little time had passed, and too little power had been used?

Su Lin tucked away the broken Divine Core—now he had real confidence.