Chapter 624: What Are the Characteristics of the Holy Grail War?

History, this concept, involves past events, as well as memory, discovery, collection, organization, presentation, and interpretation of information about these events.

For the vast majority of living beings, this is merely a metaphysical concept.

Yet it is precisely this concept of history that supports present realities and propels the future forward.

The First Sky once eternally devoured the multiverse fragments it had split off, even at the cost of erasing the very notion of multiplicity, returning to a single, supreme cosmic entity.

Of course, he failed last time.

So this time, he changed his approach: no longer seeking to unify the cosmos into one, but instead reshaping multiplicity and reclaiming all of the Eighth Epoch's universe.

Put more simply.

In the past, the eternal essence of the Seventh/Eighth Epoch cosmic entities was food; now, eternity itself is the fusion material and offering.

The histories alienated by these Reincarnators, carrying fragments of the Sky, effectively mean the First Sky has been fully involved in every major event.

Once the Sky fragments merge into the cosmos, into eternity itself, the First Sky will gradually awaken from within eternity and seize control of the Omniverse, and the timelines engraved upon them will become the annals of the First Sky.

At that time, independent entities born within this universe will, under the influence of the Emperor of Time's Law, become a single cell, a single hair, an organ within the body of the First Sky.

This plan is multifaceted and efficient, and the universe itself will instinctively fuse with these fragments—unless.

Hmm.

Someone intercepted it first.

"Logos, what are you doing?!"

The voices of the Dark Gods came in accusation.

"You vile thieves, do not dare steal the Creator's power!"

Logos synchronized the Life Courts within each individual universe, broadcasting a voice echoing across the Omniverse, conveying Su Lin's will:

"MakeLightGreatAgain!"

Left face: "Judgment begins!"

Central face: "The Dark God Group has committed insubordination, conspired with extracosmic beings to disrupt temporal progression, and stolen the Creator's power."

Right face: "Guilty!"

The triple-faced entity, wearing the Golden Wang Guan, reached unanimous judgment with the original Golden Life Court.

A sacred, vast radiance formed a matrix; His eyes, barely opening within the cosmos, unleashed a torrent of law-energy.

Within the Pocket Universe Federation, the Sky fragments carried by existing Reincarnators peeled away one by one, like floating lanterns in the sky, surging toward the side of the "Master Space" faction.

These fragments would flow along pre-set channels, guided by the Wanjie Tongshi Fu wristbands held by players and Caliburn's group, along with their personal Holy Grail trophies, converging into Su Lin's hands.

Where are the Sky Annals, Duel Annals, and Kamen Rider Annals?

Marvel needs only one annal: the Tai Chu Hao Tian's Light Annals!

This sounds far more glorious and righteous than DC's Dark Multiverse.

Without hesitation, the moment Su Lin seized the fragments, he instantly refined them, dyeing them with the all-encompassing light.

At this moment, aided by the Silver Life Court Logos' control over the Omniverse,

the history of the 616 Main Universe, which conceptually involved the First Sky, was being replaced by the universe's history involving "Su Lin."

Thanks to this, Franklin, Reed, and others temporarily broke free from the First Sky's control.

Everything proceeded methodically under the gaze of omniscience.

"Of course it wouldn't be that easy."

As if ten thousand lanterns were snuffed out by a dark wind, Logos suddenly froze mid-action, unable to fully erase the Dark God Group, as if entering a state of sluggishness and conflict.

"Unwilling to relinquish the history of the 616 Main Universe?"

The black particle storms wrapping around Franklin, Mister Fantastic, and others surged violently, engulfing heaven and earth, instantly nullifying Logos' attack.

Moreover, Franklin and the others' condition was deeply abnormal.

Just as they had regained a sliver of consciousness, they all collapsed to their knees, spineless, slumping backward as if their bones had dissolved.

Their bodies convulsed, using themselves as conduits to resonate invisibly with something beyond the universe.

Franklin: "Mom?"

Valeria: "Dad… is that you?"

Reed: "Victor?!"

They seemed to see different people, sinking into hallucinations—but in an instant,

"NO!!!"

In terrified screams, their pupils reflected layered, overlapping scenes—scenes drawing closer, becoming more real—until

they flew out from their eyes and overlapped with this Pocket Universe Federation beyond dimensions!

In an instant, countless gray-white timelines connected with this place.

Emerald time radiation collapsed and shattered in collision, turning into green meteorites, reflecting the multiverse's scenes as they plunged into the material plane.

There were worlds where mutants were extinct, worlds ruled by parasites, worlds ravaged by zombie viruses—hells piled high.

As if to prove the duality of all things, within this hellish scene also existed the golden age of superhero triumph and Earth's flourishing civilization.

The Fantastic Four, Iron Man, Spider-Man, Captain America, Quasar, X-Men—their protagonists were members of these hero groups within the Pocket Federation, now in an alienated state.

Every individual halted their ongoing stories, gazing toward this place with hollow, vacant eyes.

No matter what,

this looked terribly bad.

"Ah?" Merlin waved his staff, then forced a smile: "Now magic is truly unusable."

"Were you faking this whole time?!" Tenzan Lixiang screamed in frustration.

After all, this guy had just been trying to force him to act.

Su Lin prepared to have Meng Qi, who wields the Cause of All Results, use the connection of the Wanjie Tongshi Fu to recall everyone.

"Logos!"

Countless layers of celestial hymns erupted in a soaring, overlapping chorus.

A pitch-black abyssal sea flowed, woven from shattered fragments of spacetime, existing at the junction of infinite worlds.

A colossal, incomprehensible cosmic form moved from concept into the material world.

The fractured spacetime, the alienated gray-white timelines, now writhed and tangled into a part of its physical body.

Everyone stared at the churning black abyss, even the Reincarnators who had descended in player bodies, as if sensing something that triggered primal fear in their souls and consciousness.

No one knew when it began.

Every breath in every lung and every thought in every mind froze simultaneously.

Its form grew smaller, like a vortex absorbing those hells and eras of prosperity, step by step, stepping out of the abyss of despair.

It was being scourged by a torrent of emerald-colored temporal radiation, yet due to its location beyond dimensions, its speed suffered no significant slowdown.

It seemed the founding of this Pocket Universe Federation was part of the Reincarnators' plan all along.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a sacred, solemn human-shaped light, then punched the invisible air—as if a glass wall blocked its path—but under the effect of Annihilation Green, space began to crack.

"Logos, you idiot!!!"

The furious roar spread, carrying countless hellscapes, about to flood into the Pocket Universe Federation.

"I am your master!"

Space shattered. Under the gaze of players, Reincarnators, and heroic spirits, the light-fist entered this world and instantly coalesced into a human arm, its form solidifying.

That light was not its true body—it was merely a gaze.

It descended through living beings sharing the same origin as intermediaries; to make this gaze vanish, the best way was to kill all those lives.

This was difficult to accomplish, and now it was too late.

He issued Logos its final interference command: "I am your master. That impostor stole my power and copied my form!"

'And it's about time we left.'

Su Lin glanced at Logos, now frozen and motionless, then at the Life Tribunal—the next greatest threat.

"Senior Su Lin?!"

"Mr. God."

"Why are you standing there? Have you betrayed us?!"

Huh?

Chaotic streams of information flooded Su Lin's mind. He tore his gaze from Logos and turned it toward the players and heroic spirits he was about to recall, and toward

the light they were watching.

In the shattered space, the light pushed through pressure and repulsion—just as it reached reality—the solid radiance cracked, the fissures spreading steadily along its fingertips.

Devout, fervent praises rose from all things, like sacred chants, weaving the Creator's deeds and glory into an epic hymn.

Black robe, black hair, black eyes, an Eastern face—the light peeled away like the shell of an egg, shards falling, revealing the hidden human form.

For some reason, Su Lin felt the handsome, devastatingly attractive face looked familiar.

Oh, right—it's my own face.

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What the hell?!

Height, facial features, details—except for Su Lin's current dyed-white hair, the figure inside the Pocket Universe Federation was identical to him!

Or rather—that was Su Lin's true form!

"So the boss of this Instance Dungeon is you yourself, huh."

Tenzan Lixiang patted his chest and said: "Scared the hell out of me—I thought I was dead."

"I am Kuangdao Sanlang, not Kuang Dao Sanlang. I am Kuangdao Sanlang, not Kuang Dao Sanlang. I am Kuangdao."

Kuang Dao Sanlang wore a stern expression, solemnly chanting an unknown incantation, almost like self-hypnosis, as profound Wu Haoran energy subtly surged through him.

The previously tense atmosphere instantly eased; players affected by the mental disturbance exhaled in relief.

"So it's Lord Haotian."

"Are we going to fight Senior Su Lin?"

"If you want to die, go ahead—I'm switching sides!"

A chorus of voices erupted, everywhere filled with relaxed, harmonious energy.

Except

Merlin, frozen in place.

His mind churned with thoughts; his smile slowly faded.

Among the Reincarnators, Huang Yang and others had lowered their heads and stood to the side, while the black-robed Su Lin stepped heavily out of the shattered space, now surveying the surroundings with emotionless eyes.

He raised his hands, frowned, and stared for a moment. "Why this form?"

"Master," the central face of Logos spoke, "I do not understand."

"Fool, don't you recognize me?" He lowered his hands, looked at Logos, then at Su Lin, who observed from a higher-dimensional perspective.

But something unexpected happened.

With a flash of electric sparks, Su Lin's figure appeared within the ruined city of the Federation.

"Not Mr. Su Tuoni." Su Lin tilted his head slightly, squinting at the infringing target:

"You despicable thief—you stole my power, and now my appearance too?"

That should be the embodiment of the First Heaven's will. Recalling the wanted notices and data from the Reincarnator space, Su Lin couldn't help but suspect some conspiracy.

It couldn't possibly be that he got too into a movie and wanted to be a fallen God?

Seeing the real Su Lin appear, others were stunned, then stared back and forth between the two in bewilderment.

"You," He seemed about to reveal His very essence.

Not here, yet with the highest station, He cast His gaze from the abyss; gradually, He saw the Skylight possessed by Su Lin.

In an instant, his eyes revealed delight.

"That part of you torn away and lost in the void!" the black Su Lin said in a tone of incredulous joy:

"You've developed self-awareness—and returned on your own?!"

Su Lin stared at the figure whose face radiated joy, even his hostility vanished, and he was left utterly bewildered.

The Skylight was inside him, but had He mistaken something? Did He think Su Lin was the consciousness born from the Skylight?

Su Lin maintained a blank expression, silent; the black figure, seeing no response from Su Lin, pondered for a moment, as if understanding something.

"Could it be… you have no memories, and returned to this universe without even realizing it?"

"In the past, all the multiverses you created would have been erased, but now that the Original Body has changed its stance, those things may be preserved."

"No wonder I took on this human form—so you are the subconscious of the Original Body here."

In the silent Pocket Universe Federation, the First Sky's will-embodiment observed Su Lin for a while, his satisfaction deepening further.

"You've grown well; unconsciously gathering the fragments was to restore completeness, but now it's unnecessary." The black Su Lin extended his hand, inviting with delight:

"Together, we shall become the sole origin of creation in all the abyss and void—the Supreme God!"

"Come quickly, reunite with me and awaken the slumbering Original Body!"

Did you have your brain crushed by a door before stepping out?

Looking at the thing wearing his own face, speaking of merging, Su Lin felt his skin crawl with goosebumps.

Original Body

So this thing isn't the true First Sky?

The part sleeping within the Original Body, plus Him—perhaps that is the complete form.

At this moment, murmurs around them had resumed, rumors and speculations spreading rapidly.

After a brief silence, Su Lin stepped forward.

Hidden gazes sank into despair and terror, while the black figure opened his arms, awaiting the moment—

Plosch!

A blue-bladed sword pierced through his stunned expression.

Pierced through the heart, soul soars.