Chapter 687: Diverting the Waters Eastward, the Sixfold Wheel of Rebirth

Life signs confirmed. Welcome back, God of the Abyss.

Before the black sphere of the Lunhuikongjian , Su Lin tossed Arijì on the ground. “Main God, when will you return my ID as a public welfare worker in my Cultivation Realm?”

“We sincerely apologize, but we must verify that this is indeed your personal life signature.”

Even now, Su Lin didn’t understand how the Lunhuikongjian ’s authentication mechanism worked, nor could he tell whether it was AI or something else.

“Do I, as the God of the Abyss, have no special privileges at all? For example, accessing inventory, modifying backend Lunhui coin and medal data?” Su Lin asked.

The black sphere emitted a cold, genderless mechanical voice: “Additional functions and permissions will unlock once you ascend to the Divine Throne. You currently have three Lunhui eras remaining. You may also choose to complete the ritual early.”

So is that thing really the Lunhuikongjian ’s legal seal or equity certificate?

As before, the Main God’s perspective was not confined to the present moment.

The Lunhuikongjian recognizes only the Divine Throne. Su Lin has been deemed the holder of the Throne, but not yet at the time to sit upon it. In the original Lunhui , the First Azure Heaven would complete the harvesting of the Marvel Universe and the ritual “Origin Myth: God” after three Lunhui eras.

Su Lin glanced at Arijì, unharmed, the Lunhui space’s survivor. “Did your mission fail?”

“No. Thirteen days remain.” Arijì replied mechanically.

Could this be related to the Abyss’s inherent property of existing across all dimensions and worlds?

“Does the Abyss contain any information about the Main God Space?” Su Lin asked the black sphere.

The black sphere was not originally called “Main God”—it only adopted the term because so many Lunhui survivors used it to address it.

It should understand what Su Lin meant by “Main God Space.”

The black sphere: “No records of such a world exist outside Lunhui space’s internal lore. We have retrieved currently operating entities: ‘Main God Space Clone Doll Bio-Shop,’ ‘Thirty-Seventh Lunhui Era Main God Space Mass Production Contest,’ ‘Main God Recovery Space.’”

“Stop. Enough.” Su Lin had no time to care about these Lunhui survivors’ antics: “Is there a reward for bringing back a Main God Space survivor?”

After a pause, the black sphere replied: “You may bypass your current team rank and accept the ‘Void Scout’ mission, submitting clues for corresponding rewards based on their value.”

“Do you accept the non-mandatory mission ‘Void Scout’?”

Su Lin: “Accept.”

[Please submit relevant clues.]

Su Lin pointed at Arijì: “Him.”

“Prove that ‘Arijì,’ member of the ‘Main God Space Investigative Team in Lunhui Space,’ is a Lunhui survivor from the Main God Space.”

???

If I hadn’t named that team, I’d suspect you’re an AI glitch.

Su Lin thought for a moment and said: “He will be erased if he leaks Main God Space information or fails a mission.”

[The team room is an absolute safe zone within the Abyss. Verification cannot be performed here. Only beings on the Divine Throne may temporarily alter safety rules. You may, as before, modify rules while seated upon the Throne.]

The black sphere referred to Su Lin’s previous mission hunting Lunhui survivors who had entered the ruins of the Type-Moon Universe.

“Change the verification method,” Su Lin said.

[You currently have permission to request real-time monitoring of this member during their mission. Should anomalies occur, Lunhui space will respond immediately.] the black sphere advised.

Don’t bother.

He was busy returning to finish filming the endings of “Tokyo Love Story” and “Dongwu Love Story.” He had no time to take someone on a mission just to verify the Main God Space’s existence.

Just entrust him to a team and assign someone to watch him.

Su Lin opened his friend list and sent a message to Li Huowang, then another to Zhang Heng: “You there?”

Cold. Trembling…

The instant he awoke, Arijì leapt to his feet. He felt as if he’d just woken from a dazed dream—his mind now held new information.

“Not bad. You’re the most capable among those who came this time.” A cold voice spoke.

Arijì: “?”

[Current Fuben world: Resident Evil 2]

[You have joined the temporary team “Rebuilding the Glory of the Central Continent Team.” Current teammates: Zhang Heng, Chu Xuan, Chu Lingyun.]

Arijì stared blankly at the team of two men and four women. The information in his mind left him bewildered.

Zhang Heng glanced suspiciously at the guy.

“Gu Yue Fangyuan” suddenly sent him a message, then transferred a sum of Lunhui points and medals to him, instructing him to hurry to the Lunhui square and buy a low-tier Fuben token to take this guy into a Fuben .

But he looks stupid and not very bright?

“What do we do next?” Zhang Heng asked the short-haired, glasses-wearing man beside him.

“Human wisdom,” Qing Wanglai adjusted his glasses: “Of course, complete the Main God’s mission.”

Your fucking mother.

Zhang Heng’s eyelid twitched violently.

He couldn’t even tell anymore whether he was in Lunhui space or Main God Space.

After the last “Death Comes” Fuben ended, he’d begun doubting whether he was truly Zhang Heng from that story—otherwise, how could he meet a muscular, equally maternal man named “Zheng Zha”?

Now this guy with the ID “Chu Xuan” had come to team up with him and even changed the team name.

“You guys…” Arijì felt utterly confused.

One moment he was in Gensokyo—why was he suddenly in the Central Continent Team, entering a Resident Evil Fuben together?!

“How am I in your team?” Arijì clutched his head. A memory refused to surface—something terrifying flashed through his mind.

“If not in our team, where else would you be?”

Qing Wanglai glanced at him. “You don’t seem like a newcomer.”

“Of course I’m not a newcomer! I’m the captain of the South Ice Continent Team!” Arijì realized his teammates were gone: “Is this a team battle Fuben ?!”

“Hah! South Ice Continent.” Zhang Heng laughed.

“If you can steal this team ID, then I must’ve really been Zhang Heng from the North Ice Continent Team in the Main God Space—oh, now I’m captain of the Central Continent Team.”

“North Ice Continent Team… I’ve dealt with them. I’ve never seen you.” Arijì frowned.

“Uh, buddy, you’ve watched too many shows?” Zhang Heng’s expression turned strange. “You really think this is the Main God Space?”

“If this isn’t the Main God Space, then where is it?” Arijì grew agitated. “Did your brain get damaged in your last mission and the Main God never fix it?!”

“You little shit, you’ve got honey on your tongue.”

Zhang Heng was about to retort when Qing Wanglai stopped him.

“You say you’re not a newcomer. Then tell us—what exactly is the Main God Space?” Qing Wanglai asked calmly.

“The Main God Space is where we’re sent into Fuben worlds to complete missions. Finish the mission, return to the Main God, and claim your reward!” Arijì spoke rapidly, impatiently:

“At the center of the Main God Space is a massive glowing sphere. Around it are twenty doors. Am I right?!”

“Listen, I’ve unlocked the fourth-level gene lock. I’m not some newbie you’re talking about!”

Upon discovering his main mission was to eliminate zombies in this world—not team battle—he immediately concluded these Central Continent Team survivors were the real newcomers, still struggling in low-tier Fuben survival.

“You’re unlucky. Because of my presence, this Fuben has been made extremely difficult by the Main God. Good luck to you.” Arijì said coldly.

After a pause, Zhang Heng looked at him with the gaze of someone staring at an idiot, then pointed at his wristwatch: “Everything you said is correct. But this is Lunhui space. The room has a black sphere—no doors.”

“You’re talking nonsense…” Arijì glanced at his own wrist—and froze.

He realized he was wearing two different wristwatches—one on each hand!

[Special Mission: Sabotage Gensokyo’s history. Kill Shirozawa Megumi and Hina Akiyama. Remaining time: 12 days, 13 hours. Failure = Erasure.]

[Eliminate zombies. Final reward determined by number of human survivors in this Fuben . Exit Fuben and return to Lunhui space with no penalty.]

Lunhui space?!

He frantically compared the watches. The other watch had far more functions—and one phrase: [Welcome to Lunhui space.]

This isn’t the Main God Space?

The moment Arijì realized this, a warning voice echoed: [Severe leakage of Lunhui world information. Initiating erasure of leaker!]

No!

Arijì’s eyes widened in terror. A cold, threatening presence descended upon him.

“Human wisdom,” Qing Wanglai squinted, gazing upward into infinite heights: “Based on known information, the induction condition is easily fulfilled.”

Zhang Heng stood beside him, baffled—but instinctively glanced at his Lunhui wristwatch. Its display flickered into garbled code, then cleared again:

[Detected dangerous interference from outside the Fuben world. Lunhui space is providing protection to Lunhui survivors!]

[Determining source of threat.]

[Determination result: Main God Space]

[Initiating countermeasures. Establishing Xukong dimension and Abyss channel. Lunhui survivors, remain in the Fuben world temporarily!]

[Synchronizing report to Research Institute and higher permissions.]

“The Main God Space truly exists?” A voice—genderless, ageless, as if thousands overlapped—exclaimed joyfully:

“How did the First Azure Heaven find this place? Doesn’t matter. Who’s free to spread Abyss phenomena into that dimension? Chaos, are you available?”

“Available? Your ass! The DC Dark Multiverse has gone berserk!” A furious female voice roared. “None of you gods are any use?!”

“Who says I’m not useful? But I haven’t even been born yet~ Acting prematurely might cause me to dissolve in the Xukong like the Origin God.” A thick, pitch-black liquid emitted a weary voice:

“Chaos, you’ve got to hold on. Five Lunhui eras from now, the Age of God Explosion begins.”

“When you’re born, I’ll give you to Zeus as a breeding tool!” Chaos roared.

Fierce arguments erupted.

“Where is Zuoket?” The Chaos God, Moye, manifested: “He conducted experiments, burying the team information I once invited within time.”

“After anomalies appeared in the Marvel Universe and the Origin God ‘All Beneath’ perished, he submitted a report stating everything was normal—and vanished.”

Meniek’s overlapping voices laughed: “Just throw a brick into the Research Institute. You’ll kill a dozen Zuokets.”

“Send a batch of Lunhui survivors who will become gods in the future to that place. Spread some rumors in the Abyss.” An old man, leaning on a cane, stepped out from the ruined illusion of the Immortal Palace:

“Huang Ye and the Heavenly Demon Realm friends also need resources and vast Lunhui points. This was our prior agreement.”

“I have no objections.” The Chaos Demon God Moye shook his head listlessly, his form vanishing.

“I originally thought that even if the Abyss eventually swallowed and replaced the Void, the Abyssal Mythos could never be completed—but since that anchor appeared in both the Void and the Abyss, more and more Void dimensions have become easier to traverse and locate.”

The old man, as if suppressing joy in his chest, said: “Even the primordial reference used to establish the Cycle Space has appeared. Hehehe.”

His gaze pierced through the mortal world and the Abyss, fixed upon that single ray of light—absolute, eternal, beyond time.

“Old man, come closer. Step out of the Abyss and take a proper look before you tell us what the master of that light looks like.” Mei Neke’s voice carried a hint of goading.

“Provided that the being who exists in a single instant doesn’t drag your weak soul and flesh from the Void into it.”

“Hahaha,” the old man laughed unconcerned. “Why disturb a miracle that brings us nothing but benefit?”

“Then again, don’t you feel that this anchor gives off a strangely familiar vibe? I’ve had this feeling lately—I think I’ve seen it before.”

“Hehe, you old trickster, trying to fool me?” Mei Neke’s voice fell silent.

“No, I’m serious.” The old man shook his head.

He turned and dissolved into an illusion, the ruined Immortal Palace phantom fading—but the instant he stepped into it, the world of countless Immortals and Demons locked in battle came alive, only to sink into utter darkness.

“Unaffected by the Abyss’s nature?” The old man glanced back toward the direction of the light.

That light was a lighthouse.

Visible even within the ruins of the Abyss, where time cannot reach.

All worlds should be dark—but now, they were as if bathed in eternal daylight.

The Real World.

In the Warring States world, majestic palaces loomed, ancient wells held mystery; Meng Qi and Yan Sen were wreathed in faint, clear light, gazing at a universe being corroded by the Nine Heavens.

There, the main deity’s Cycle Traveler, Sally, whom Yan Sen had recreated as her teammate, used weapons foreign to the Immortal-Martial realm and encountered a group of Cycle Travelers from the Six Paths Cycle Space.

Perhaps having received a mission from the Six Paths, that group struck first; Sally’s teammates sacrificed themselves one after another to shield her, their bodies dissolving into dust and smoke.

Finally, the main deity’s Cycle Traveler Sally was captured alive; the delighted Six Paths Cycle Travelers took her back to the Six Paths Cycle Space.

“Thank you, Master Yan Sen,” Meng Qi sighed, offering his thanks once more.

“This universe is truly peculiar—utterly unlike other universes.”

Yan Sen withdrew his gaze from the River of Time and countless sand-like universes, asking: “Meng Daoist, may I ask—what exactly are you trying to accomplish?”

“When I first encountered the Abyss and the Cycle Space, I had a bad feeling—their nature is too malignant. If they ever appear in the Real World, it will be a colossal disaster.”

Meng Qi spoke these words near Yan Sen, unafraid of being sensed, saying:

“The Six Paths Cycle Space was jointly established by Lu Ya, the Demon Buddha, Qi Sha, the Water Ancestor, the Supreme Demon Lord, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and some other unknown great beings.”

“Though these great beings are incomplete in state, even absent, they still possess profound foundations—and there are suspicions that other Beings Beyond may have participated.”

“If they first make contact with the Main Deity Space, and indirectly learn of the Abyss and Cycle Space, it will raise the Real World’s vigilance.”

“Of course, if their attention is fixed on these matters, they’ll naturally overlook me—and I’ll gain more time to accumulate and elevate myself.”

Meng Qi wasn’t afraid that certain beings with conflicting interests might gain advantages from beyond the world.

Not to mention this would be a long process—Meng Qi’s gains and advancement from beyond the world far surpass those of any such beings.

Yan Sen asked: “Is it inconvenient to tell me?”

“Master Yan Sen, aren’t you speaking to me?” Meng Qi blinked, staring into Yan Sen’s deep, sapphire eyes, astonished: “Are you… speaking to my future self?”

“No. I’m speaking to you, Daoist.”

Yan Sen’s expression grew puzzled.

His gaze leapt beyond the River of Time, which washed over countless sand-like universes, crossing countless tributaries—where a Daoist stood, his aureole swelling, pure and flawless, within it a green tree shimmered, sprouting branches and leaves, connecting to his Dao Fruit, piercing up and down, as if birthing another age.

He stood before the twenty-four ancient wells of Yu Xu Palace, in the exact same spot as the present Meng Qi, gazing at himself with the same expression, the same gaze.

Yet his figure was ethereal, insubstantial—as if a moon reflected in water, a flower mirrored in glass.

“Who are you—”

Yan Sen gazed at the infinite void enveloping the Daoist’s figure, then shook his head: “Perhaps it’s because your current karmic weight is too heavy.”

“Never mind. Let’s return.”