Chapter 633

Why are you yelling so loud?

Su Lin didn't know what was wrong with the guy across from him, but seeing his own face and voice look completely broken was just too embarrassing—he couldn't even watch anymore.

"For you." Su Lin kindly tossed the cultivation scripture recording "Gu Tianwang" toward the opposite side.

It's at least a kind of alternative Dao—what kind of Dao acts like this, losing its mind?

But the other seemed unwilling to accept Su Lin's goodwill, instead shattering the scripture with a single glance.

"Perfect! Just as I wanted!"

His anger didn't fade, but instead twisted into a bitter laugh as he curled his lips: "Then I'll first reclaim you and this universe, then tear apart and swallow that cowardly bastard!"

As he spoke, countless layers of hatred echoed, their chaotic and eerie voices mingling together.

"He made me into destruction, while becoming creation himself! He made me vent my power, while representing mercy himself!"

"He made my creations rebel, and caused the universe to birth blasphemous life!"

Two voices merged and spilled from the black-clad Su Lin's mouth:

"Yet you became his pet watchdog! You are a part of me—how much longer will he insult us?!"

Alright, after hearing these decades-old grievances, Su Lin figured the guy's screaming was somewhat understandable.

It's just this art style.

As countless green doors opened within the Chronicle of Light, the billions of souls screaming in Gamma Hell unleashed desperate cries that pierced the souls of all who heard them.

That was the true hell of this universe.

The Gamma Hell, governed by Below All Things, was such that even the hell dimension ruled by Mephisto was but its shadow.

And this hell now existed within the Abyss—or rather, within a pitch-black Marvel universe?

Another stab of pain struck; Su Lin clutched his forehead, the empathic transmission informing him this was their true method.

The Abyss Marvel Universe, formed by the fusion of the ruins of the First Universe through the Seventh Universe within the Abyss.

The true Chronicle of the Heavens.

"That pocket watch truly exceeded my expectations—I even plotted the ending." Loki sighed: "Why not give Him a shot of T-virus?"

"What are you even talking about?" Su Lin glanced at him.

The Cycle Space sent Cycle Members into the Marvel universe's divergent timelines, gradually shaping Eternity into the form of the First Heaven.

They had anticipated from the start that Above All Things would intervene to destroy everything—and of course, they didn't just come to die.

They wanted to replace TOAA, to reclaim the Marvel universe—even if only its ruins.

The most crucial step was that Below All Things was the flip side of Above All Things.

When Above All Things chose

destruction, Below All Things became the creator, combined with the use of the Zhaohuang Technique and the acquisition of the Origin Demon Lord's Position by the First Heaven.

At that time, would they build their own Marvel-themed amusement park within the Abyss?

Damn, the Reverse still chases me.

But I have to say, this was indeed an unsolvable scheme.

Or rather, this scheme had already succeeded.

Su Lin existed in the normal dimension of the Void, so he couldn't comprehend all the information the First Heaven would possess after exchanging for the God Position within the Abyss in the future.

As long as He remained within the Abyss, He was an entity of equal rank to TOAA—Su Lin was still far too far behind.

Yet he sensed it: within the lightless darkness, within the cold and eerie atmosphere, the Marvel universe operated—even Loki the Story God was inside it.

That was the future, explainable only through contradictory and illogical words:

"The future that has already happened."

As long as the Abyss covered this universe, or dragged the Marvel universe into the Abyss, He could directly overwrite the present with that future.

Logically, the First Heaven had no need to enter the Omnipotent Universe—but whether it was himself, already regarded as the First Heaven, or the lost Ancient Heaven Light, both held irresistible allure for Him.

So all this time, I was the bait?!

"Your Excellency, please calm down."

At that moment, Su Lin saw Loki smile—not the Loki beside him, but the Loki within the Abyss.

"Why wear such a face like you're about to devour someone? So tense."

He pulled out a monocle from his pocket and, as the black-clad Su Lin's face froze in fury and disbelief, placed it over his right eye socket and pressed down twice.

Instantly, the souls within the green doors began to be assimilated, donning masks, monocles, transforming their flesh-and-bone dice-like heads into one after another Story God!?

"You're not Loki?" The black-clad Su Lin finally realized something.

"I transcended my own story." The Abyss Loki lowered his head; a chilling laugh echoed throughout the Abyss Marvel: "We are all Loki!"

That makes sense.

I wonder how far Ji Tou Si has grown—Story God Die, who governs infinite-growing multiverse timelines, stacking with those things, maybe stepping on his own foot really could lead to Hun Shengtian.

And this is even while they're scheming against each other internally.

"For safety's sake, next time's recipe should probably omit Xin Su." Su Lin thought silently.

Unfortunately, this forbidden item still couldn't corrupt the black-clad Su Lin—better yet, it was fortunate it lacked that ability, or Su Lin might have worried about his own safety.

"I must admit—you've truly got some skill, repeatedly derailing the future." The black-clad Su Lin said.

If you used precognition to buy lottery tickets every day, you'd constantly escape control.

Under the black-clad Su Lin's will, the Abyss Loki as the medium shattered completely, along with those individuals, turning to dust and then reshaping.

Among them, some beings were neither possessed nor destroyed—they were deliberately protected by the First Heaven's will.

They were the Cycle Team that vanished from the Pocket Universe Federation, and the amalgamation of Mister Fantastic Reed, who was rapidly manipulating a machine with his flexible, slender fingers within the Abyss Marvel world.

Under Mister Fantastic Reed's control, the machine—originally belonging to the Supreme Evolution—began to extract everything from the Cosmic Superfluid Domain.

Since TOAA has no intention of stopping me from dragging the Marvel Universe into the Abyss, my available methods have multiplied—I let Reed of the Abyssal Marvel world influence me, while I use my connections with Su Lin and my original self to trigger a chain reaction.

Eventually, multiple factors of decay emerged within the Marvel Universe of the Void Dimension.

The multiplicity within the Cosmic Concept Entity was about to revert to singularity.

The universe within the Chronicles of Light began exhibiting Abyssalization.

The vanished undead returned en masse to reality once more.

During this time, Loki beside Su Lin calmly pulled out the mask he had stolen from the set of the neighboring film "The Mask," preparing to put it on.

Countless whispers, curses, roars, and Horned Sihou erupted like exploding bombs, shattering Loki into fragments.

Streams of gamma energy surged from the cracks in his body.

"Strange." Loki's head fell to the ground, then twisted into a stiff smile.

"You are not a being born from the Origin of the First Universe. Under normal circumstances, I could hardly influence you now." The space where the black-clad Su Lin stood began manifesting within the Cemetery of All Things; from behind Him stepped a humanoid figure composed of deep green gamma storms:

"Regretfully, I am not the Origin Demon God—He is."

Below All Things

The positions of 【Origin Demon God】 and 【Abyssal God】 were not monopolized by the First Heaven alone—they were held separately by Him and the Below All Things within His own body.

Ruined.

Loki, realizing he had overlooked a critical issue, wore an expression of sudden understanding, white liquid trickling across his face.

"I remember."

The liquid formed a white mask with a half-smile: "I am Aha~~~, you've been fooled! I've been fooled too!"

Jitou Si transformed into Ha Si Qi. Though the God of Stories had just been BAN'd, because lies had become established reality, vast quantities of Non-Gang converged—entire worlds' worth of Non-Gang.

"Not funny? I laughed my head off." Aha picked up his head and reattached it, clapping his hands and calling out: "Everyone, laugh now~!"

Wild laughter spread like a virus, diffusing, forming melodies, until every undead soul in the Gamma Hell was infected by the joyful tune.

No malice, no hatred, no suffering—only a mad, ecstatic chorus!

They were singing a hymn of joy in Hell?!

If glances could kill, or if this were a realm like the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, we might describe Below All Things and the First Heaven crushing Ha Si Qi into dust with their stares.

"When this place becomes the Abyss, I'll teach you a proper lesson, interesting little thing!" The black-clad Su Lin erased the smile from his lips.

"Oh my." Aha clutched his chest, turning to Su Lin: "Is this the Archbishop's confession to me? I could change my gender and let the other guys inside me join too."

Su Lin sneered: "I'll arrange a blind date for you and the Fool tomorrow."

Stay away from me, Nan Tong.

And you too, man-woman.

Aha, unlike Loki, after the transformation, the historical depth of the Chronicles of Light was compressing, shrinking into a single sheet of paper as the multiverse vanished.

Every timeline of the Marvel Universe was a real universe.

Su Lin burned the external Chronicles of Heaven, so He would strip away the concept of multiplicity, compress the Chronicles of Light, and allow the Abyss to easily overwrite it.

The sandbox world forged from the prototype of the multiverse became a defensive shell, slowing the impact of the vanishing Superflow Domain.

At this moment, Abyssal Marvel and Void Marvel had fully linked through the Gamma Hell of Below All Things.

At this moment, the Abyss Marvel and the Void Marvel had already connected completely through Gamma Hell beneath all things.

"Now, it's time to end this."

Where the Abyss spread, a path of utter darkness unfurled toward them; the black-clad Su Lin descended from His divine throne, the infinite distance collapsing inward.

"Learning from the last lesson, I've assembled a final team."

Anchored in Himself, the conceptual incarnations of all universes reemerged from the Abyss—these were the Cosmic Concepts that had split from the First Heaven and endlessly reincarnated.

During the escort of the First Heaven to the Far Shore, they were intercepted by some entity within the Sea of Death—the Abyss—and became puppets.

"Go. Retrieve everything this universe possesses!"

Ink-black waves shattered and corroded the Void; ripples surged without pause, drowning out the deafening laughter. Countless waves of undead followed the cosmic incarnations as they advanced.

Most living beings could not perceive the cosmic incarnations, yet they saw dark shapes swirling above the heavens.

Cold bands of light formed lines, staining the earth.

The Black Heavenly Gods Group had returned!

"Archbishop, won't you act now?" Aha twirled two dice curiously.

Su Lin was lost in thought, unaware of anything; the approaching incarnation of the First Heaven's will believed Su Lin had come to terms—or had given up.

"How pitiful," Su Lin's smile turned mocking: "Don't you have any friends?"

The black-clad Su Lin remained unmoved, only expressing regret:

"You're counting on that little girl? She'll never get another chance. I see everything within the Omniverse—you have no hope of winning."

The X-Rank Reincarnators team had entered the Chronicles of Light through Su Tuoni; at His direction, they, along with the incarnations of all universes and the Black Heavenly Gods Group, accelerated the Abyssalization.

"I'm dying laughing!" Aha roared with laughter, pointing with his thumb: "Archbishop, he says you have no hope~."

Su Lin raised his palm and snapped his fingers: "That's not certain."

To the black-clad Su Lin's astonishment, countless collapsing timelines flew out from the Chronicles of Heaven, like white meteors drifting through the Void.

They finally settled within the Eternal, who had always been inconspicuous and nearly untouched.

Amid Su Lin's surprised gaze, countless collapsing timelines flew out from the Celestial Annals, like countless white meteors drifting through the void.

In the instant the Eternal regained a sliver of clarity, he cried out: "Incarnation of Possibility, my Eternity—return to me!!!"

The collapsed future, the world devoid of new possibilities, the final descent into the Abyss—at this moment—

was torn open by a barely perceptible crack.

The constricted future, a world without new possibilities, the ultimate outcome fallen into the abyss—at this moment

A barely perceptible crack was torn open.

If there is no possibility or future, then the Queen of Never, as the embodiment of cosmic possibility, will weaken and die.

But now, Eternity renews itself, granting the universe a faint new possibility of a different future.

"I saw a new future!"

Weeping, the Queen of Never returned from the old body of the Fourth-Cycle Cosmic Pilgrim, shedding the Abyssal matter and briefly escaping the control of the First Celestial Dome.

"I am neither fate nor chaos—I am the embodiment of all possibilities!"

She reached into her chest, pulled out the heart that never existed, and thrust her hand into the void, clenching it tightly:

"Now, I turn this possibility into reality and grant it to you—bring this day forward."

Her conceptual body shattered into illusory fragments, scattering across the heavens; the residual ten-thousand-zhang radiance sank into the Eternity and Su Tuoni's Chronicle of Light.

"Eternity."

Her fingertip never touched Eternity's face—filled with longing and reluctance—the Queen of Never and her former self as the Fourth-Cycle Pilgrim dissolved.

Into the void.

"What's the point?" Black-clothed Su Tuoni laughed. "Fleeting. I even saved a spot for her in the Ultimate Team."

"Do you know this?"

Su Tuoni smiled: "My Ultimate Team has just been formed."

His laughter abruptly ceased. The black-clothed Su Tuoni was bewildered when he noticed the Abyss had already sealed—within the Infinite Celestial Chronicle, the Abyssal Marvel Universe flickered.

Then—

Within a certain region of the Chronicle of Light, the Third-Cycle Cosmic Avatar vanished in Lei Guang.

Reduced to ash!

"I feel like I had a nightmare," Steve Rogers said, shattering the shadow before him with Mjolnir, gripping the hammer's haft and gazing at the others:

"I lived through the future, then returned to now."

"This isn't a dream," Thor said, lifting his shirt to reveal his eight-pack abs: "I love this body."

The Axe of Lei Ting spun, punched once, and shattered the surrounding black mist, landing precisely in Thor's hand.

"What happened to Tony Stark?" Smart Banner scratched his head, staring at the sky.

He stood at the center of an infinity symbol, from which endless darkness poured from within and around him—dimensions shattered, reality inverted and chaotic, layer upon layer of worlds assembled beyond physics and human imagination.

Countless hollow-eyed figures, eerily resembling the others, watched from afar.

"What do we do?" Doctor Strange turned to his side.

"All other timelines are blank. Only you on this timeline, and those who joined the Multiversal Holy Grail War but never returned to their own universes, still exist."

Meng Qi smiled as he explained: "So you must enter a blank timeline and awaken Tony Stark, whose spirit and soul are under control."

"He can awaken—he's merely been deceived."

"But if you do, you may be haunted by the undead from other timelines within Stark, and never return."

"We're a team—we won't abandon him!" Steve stepped forward without hesitation and said: "How do we enter the blank timeline?"

Meng Qi scanned their faces, then nodded slightly: "I and several Daoist companions will escort you in."

"I'm coming too," Ge Xiaolun said, stepping forward in his black battle armor, great sword on his back, staring earnestly at Meng Qi: "I'm going with them to save Brother Tony."

"Very well. If things turn dire, you may lead them out of this realm first," Meng Qi did not refuse.

He used his Sleeve of Heaven and Earth to absorb Ge Xiaolun and the others, placing them within a fragment of the Celestial Dome. As he turned to invoke the Cause of All Results, a ghost identical to himself stood before him, staring.

At him.

【Heavenly Corpse Relic: Chapter One of the Abyss—The Birth of the Savior】

A circular shield split open; layers of Yin Ming's decaying worlds bound an invisible fate to this world's Meng Qi.

With no resistance, Meng Qi was sucked in.

【Heavenly Corpse Relic: Final Chapter of the Abyss—God Erases All Things】

The most desperate, horrific screams and roars erupted—the violent black vortex tore at every victorious soul and consciousness, while sacred blades, inscribed with the power to annihilate all things and rekindle heaven and earth, shot forth from every direction.

The end of a world and its beings unfolded once more.

The split circular shield began to close.

Huang Yang spat blood, yet exhaled in relief—behind him, within the Abyss corroding the universe, the Third-Cycle Cosmic Avatar had not yet moved.

It seemed this so-called Yuan Shi was merely an ordinary being from a single world—enough to erase him when this multiverse reached its end.

A blade of light flashed—blinding white cleaved the heavens; the closing shield shattered abruptly!

"I am Yuan Shi."

A man in a black robe stepped forward from the River of Time, his halo of light pure and bright, a verdant tree flourishing behind him, his eyes deep as if holding countless worlds within.

A faint smile on his lips, he calmly drew forth the Thunder Blade:

"Thus, in all worlds, there remains a thread of hope."

A fragment hiding the group flew out, piercing the Abyss and the barrier between worlds, returning to the Chronicle of Light beyond the realm.

He gazed at the Third-Cycle Cosmic Avatar behind Huang Yang, raising slightly the Emperor's Blade wrapped in violet lightning.

One slash—released a watery, ghostly light.

Chaos opened; an era ended!

Moments later, he stepped out of the Abyss, the radiance of possibilities realized by the Queen of Never gradually fading from his body.

"I have karmic ties with this realm's Yuan Shi—using this possibility to act is nothing."

He sheathed the Emperor's Blade. In Huang Yang's stunned gaze, his soul detached from his body like a wisp, following a River of Time toward a dark palace with twenty-four ancient wells.

The verdant tree behind his head, bearing fruit, swayed with him.

When the River of Time vanished, Huang Yang, mouth open to speak, turned to ash. Meng Qi's eyes snapped open—fragmented images filled his mind.

(End of Chapter)