Chapter 606: Divine Immortal Seals the Void (Site Glitched—Refresh)

Unusual scenery gradually faded away; gray-white timelines spread forth from an eternal void, intermittently fusing with green time radiation in mutual repulsion and collision.

"It's more interesting than I imagined."

Teacher Yan Sen's eyes were clear as he gazed at the multiverse silently transforming, saying:

"Indeed, as Brother Su said, the vanished 'history' has returned to this world—driven by some will."

【Su Tuoni: "This concept is too abstract. On the macro dimension, there is only one timeline, and the principle of a time machine is to create entirely new possibilities from the traditional macro dimension—that is, a reversed application of the Möbius strip model."

But this… this so-called chronicle regression… sorry, this is beyond my current comprehension; I simply cannot grasp it."

Su Tuoni: "Otherwise, do you think why I've been so busy I don't even have time to use social apps? These things aren't even smugglers."

Su Tuoni: "Can't you just change your name back?! I have no blood ties to Asgard!"

Su Tuoni: "I am your father, Tony."

Xiao Yan: "I can't tell them apart anymore—stop spamming and shut up."

Zhong Li: "History long vanished—or altered by the Reincarnators—has returned, actively seeking its corresponding existences. It's highly ominous."

"I could stay here temporarily and sever these things for this world, buying some time."

Teacher Yan Sen smiled faintly and said: "But that's only treating the symptom, not the root. If the source isn't resolved, it could happen again."

He gazed into the boundless void, where the gray-white Tree of Time shimmered in mutual radiance; its main trunk took root in a depth more profound and ominous than chaos, like a quagmire.

"But there's a condition."

【Su Tuoni: "Great! Do you want to join the Marvel editorial team?"】

Teacher Yan Sen's long hair gradually lost its ink-black hue, turning pale white: "Brother Su, when this matter is settled, let us duel and exchange techniques."

He already knew of Henry's affair; his anticipation had not diminished.

But now, besides the 'original superhuman Henry,' Teacher Yan Sen also developed great interest in this similar being.

No matter when, the feeling he gave was never something that could be summarized by realm or strength—just like himself.

"Though I dislike combat, I cannot help feeling stirred by the prospect. I am truly curious how far you can go when you unleash your full power."

Only then could it be considered the price of summoning a Divine Immortal to act.

As for the rest of this world's current phenomena—such as the Infinity Stones—once their principles and laws are fully understood, they hold no value whatsoever for Teacher Yan Sen.

"How about it?"

Teacher Yan Sen watched the chat group; its messages had stopped updating, as if everyone was giving Su Lin space to think and reply.

After a long pause

Teacher Yan Sen received a reply.

【Su Lin: "Agreed."】

"Heh…"

Teacher Yan Sen reopened his chilling eyes, lips curling upward in anticipation: "Then let me warm up with these things."

【Divine Immortal】

Yin and yang energies formed a Taiji at the center of his blood-red hair crown, surpassing all light in the heavens; behind his head, a luminous halo cast a colossal figure beyond heaven and earth.

Within the sight of powerful beings across countless universes who could observe this scene:

He sat cross-legged in the void, hands pressed together into a seal and gently clapped.

The gray-white Tree of Time far across the abyss, along with the extending timelines, gradually twisted flat, its dimensions peeling away layer by layer until reduced to a two-dimensional plane.

But in less than a breath, countless pages like comic books flew out, curling into a white dot that pierced through the two-dimensional plane.

"I do not belong to this universe, so your setting cannot suppress me—in fact," Teacher Yan Sen raised his sword in his right hand, drew his left index and middle fingers across the blade's edge, staining it crimson with blood:

"I have mastered the multiverse's setting of this world."

Infinite swordlight flickered, dreams spontaneously arose; streaks of Bai Mang pierced through spacetime, and the histories within gray-white timelines rapidly collapsed and condensed into the swordlight.

Countless tiny crimson swords slashed through layers of spacetime, forming a wall of sword qi; time and history were severed.

"More troublesome than I imagined."

Teacher Yan Sen's face showed no ease; beyond the sword qi wall, the gray-white timelines began to twist, their contained histories rewriting themselves into new narratives.

This meant the opponent was altering the existing law-settings.

He picked up a fragment of the Azure Sky, dyed by Su Lin's color and holding the secrets of the multiverse, and pondered briefly.

He embedded it into his weapon.

Instantly, the sword qi wall blocking the flow of time and history sprouted shimmering, pulsating runes adorned with phantom feather-light glows.

They converged, then opened copper-colored eyeballs that pierced through spacetime, gazing into every scene within the chronicle.

Some forces with identical origins began to exert influence, gradually…

Countless history scenes, once devoid of self-awareness, began to be reshaped by the implanted laws, writing new stories: "Captain America cultivates the Ice Purity Technique," "The day after Peter was bitten by the spider, a spider spirit girl appeared on his bed," "Doctor Strange enters Kamar-Taj to study Zen and find peace," "Puppet Hero Tony Stark develops the Buddha-Fury Tang Lotus," "Sun Wukong cultivates the Beyond Technique 'Eight-Nine Profound Art,' enters the Legendary Realm, and gathers the Infinity Stones as Creation, stepping into a new stage."

Huh?!

Teacher Yan Sen froze, then turned toward a certain direction, seeing within one timeline affected by sword qi:

A metal rod embedded with six Infinity Stones stretched from heaven to earth, both ends capped with golden rings, growing ever larger, standing firm within the cosmos as if about to burst spacetime.

"This old Sun has never asked about past lives—!!!"

A thunderous roar echoed, shaking through all ages.

Marvel Universe's Sun Wukong was undergoing a metamorphosis, burning away all his cultivation, as if seeking to erase the limits of origin and leap beyond the corrupted spacetime.

His body shifted, revealing three heads and six arms, each wielding a different power; three iron rods inscribed with Buddhist sutras, Daoist scriptures, and sacred marks surged with divine energy.

"Monster! Pay for the lives of all beings!!!"

The golden monkey, wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, clad in golden chainmail, and stepping on lotus-cloud boots, had barely stepped out of history when his form began to disintegrate; the Infinity Stones lost their luster and fell dull.

His body stiffened as if paused by a button; the iron rod he swung toward the gray-white Tree of Time cracked.

Yet even so…

"With a corpse dead, oblivion is joy!"

His eyes turned pitch-black, the Ruyi Jingu Bang bathed in blood-red light, swinging toward the gray-white Time Tree with slow, unyielding motion.

The sword qi walls' countless blades were deliberately drawn into his body, accelerating his destruction while granting him true existential grounding.

Grief, hatred, resentment, and suppression all merged into that iron rod, hanging twisted timelines, flowing backward through time, absorbing every legend belonging to himself.

"Eat this, Old Sun's staff—!"

This blow struck the Time Tree, but a crack split its trunk, revealing a pale-white vertical pupil.

Within it, billions of spacetimes seemed condensed, linking countless alternate universes.

He glanced at the golden monkey, and its body shattered like glass, receding with the tide of time.

But.

The monkey was only the beginning.

Scattered across infinite timelines, certain already-altered histories underwent further transformation, gaining self-awareness; they opened pitch-black eyes and gazed at the glowing vertical pupil.

"Regarding the sparring..."

Teacher Yan Sen's lips twitched; he muttered to himself: "Was that too hasty?"

Inside the Continental Hotel, purchased with illicit funds seized from evil forces.

Su Lin turned to look at Su Tuoni and said: "It must be the First Heaven."

"As expected, the worst-case scenario—He still had other tricks prepared," Stark said, spreading his hands.

But it's certain the First Heaven is in poor condition; otherwise, given Zhaohuang's control over cosmic laws, He should now be the absolute sovereign above the Omniverse.

A single thought could influence everything born within this universe.

"This technique... did you give it to them?" Su Lin glanced at Fa La with a strange expression.

"No," Fa La shook his head. "I don't understand their time algorithms, but this plan has been underway for two Reincarnation Cycles."

Okay.

The Su Lin lineage's inherited destiny is to oppose Zhaohuang—no matter which version of Su Lin, Zhaohuang always grows stronger and applies pressure to the current Su Lin.

We thought those twenty-odd beings crushed by Teacher Su Tuoni were Zhaohuang's ceiling, but now the First Heaven counts as Zhaohuang too.

No wonder Su Lin wondered why the First Heaven exerted such overwhelming suppressive force over the Marvel Universe—even wielding the Heaven's Light, He could alter the power cap of all native beings within range.

So the Omniverse is also a universe?

Zhaohuang's law limit has been raised...

If I also signed a pact and merged with my own Dao, becoming a new young Zhaohuang, couldn't I also play the "personal base self-destruct" tactic?

Su Lin's pupils dilated for a moment, then he snapped back: "Forget it."

He had no desire to play this game, even though his external avatar back home had just inquired about the Dao's stance—and received an enthusiastic response.

The Dao's consciousness is currently attached to his external avatar.

Had Su Lin not shouted "stop" and redirected the topic with Creation Gold, the avatar would already have been fused into "Hong Jun."

Though it would be instant ascension, something felt deeply off.

"The soul, body, or will must serve as a vessel to bear the weight of the multiverse itself, for success," Fa La explained.

The First Heaven was originally the creator god of the Marvel Universe; no matter how much the universe evolved through repeated reincarnations, He was perfectly compatible with this method.

No wonder.

"Your universe is called Zhi Fa Bi An?"

"Are you curious?"

Fa La's lips curled. "Good. My dear ex-husband, I'm also curious about your current form of existence."

No, I'm not curious. Just asking.

I already have one scientific maniac in Zhao Shuangdian—your archetypes overlap, friend.

I'm not some starry-eyed fool who'll jump at a "dear" to help a mad genius with experiments.

"Teacher Yan Sen should buy us some time."

Su Lin glanced at Su Tuoni beside him, then pointed to Peter Parker, sitting upright and solemn as Su Lin himself: "What's your plan for your son?"

Su Tuoni: "Why does everyone say he's my son?"

Su Lin: "Then what about your adopted son?"

"I haven't even gotten married," Stark exhaled upward, speechless:

"I admit I admire this kid, but given his knack for causing trouble, if there's any inheritance to divide, I'll definitely reassign the proportions."

"Hey, you troublemaker who caused multiversal chaos, come here."

Stark waved Peter over; when the boy reached him, he crouched, gripped Peter's shoulders, and said:

"So you're the anchor. Listen—stay in the hotel. Don't go anywhere. You'll be safe."

"Uncle Su, can't I join the Holy Grail War?" Peter looked at Su Lin.

Su Lin nodded slightly: "Stay right here."

"Wait, what 'Uncle Su'?!" Su Tuoni's gaze darted between Su Lin and Peter, utterly baffled.

He just went to pick someone up—how did this kid turn into a disciple of God?

Did you recite the Bible to him on the way?

"You're his adoptive father, I'm your friend—he can call me uncle," Su Lin shrugged.

That makes some sense.

But I'm not his adoptive father.

"Fine..." Stark sighed, ruffling Peter's hair:

"If the world doesn't end, and your uncle and aunt agree, I suppose I could be your godfather."

At least he has a brain and scientific ability; cultivate him toward becoming a researcher, and meanwhile have him handle some business orders from other universes.

"Go back to your room and rest."

Tony glanced at the sinking sun outside the window; it seemed he wouldn't have a single moment of rest from now on.

Peter took the room key from Tony and looked up at Su Lin: "When are you going to teach me Wu Gong?"

What Wu Gong?

Su Lin paused, then remembered he had said that just to look cool.

"When you understand what love and justice are."

Su Lin smiled faintly and pointed to his heart.

Peter blinked: "Not abilities?"

"Cannot be spoken of." Su Lin shook his head.

After Su Lin drove away the otaku teenager with a Bagua Quan manual, he closed the door and faced the others' strange glances.

"You've already learned Wing Chun anyway."

"What the hell is going on with these guys?!"

He was muttering something about a mission too, had a Lingzhou mark on his hand, and carried a Heroic Spirit—he must be a Reincarnator.

But why would he clash with other Reincarnators?

"Don't you get it yet, Lan Ji? For a Holy Grail of this level, even abandoning the mission is worth it."

A male Reincarnator burst out of a sea of blood, wielding a banana leaf fan; the gale-force winds he unleashed destroyed everything in its path.

"Perfect."

The man glanced at the ruined street, exhaled a deep breath, and turned back to say: "As long as we take the Holy Grail too."

Before his eyes, a man holding a three-pronged, two-edged blade was choking Lan Ji, his third eye split open on his forehead—Jin Guang shone upon the woman, reducing her to ash.

Having done this, the man turned to the other and asked:

"That banana leaf fan of yours—"

"Where did you get it from?"