Chapter 688: A Way to Evade Prophecy

“Do you think we’ve been discovered?”

Chen Jun felt his long-dormant sarcastic ability returning, as if he’d stepped back into the era when the Empire was still rising: “Chief Scientist Ms. Shan. Shanda.”

The only difference was that Shandy liked gnawing on pinecones, while Shanda was gnawing on a peach.

“That’s a camera directly linked to the Void creature itself—you can’t reverse-engineer the feed even if you notice the squirrel acting strange, Ah Jun, you’re overthinking it,” Shanda said, taking a bite of the peach.

Wait, weren’t you already full?

“Based on behavioral pattern analysis and the target’s self-identification as the Hilong Empire’s Space-Time Administration, the probability of this being a meme is seventy-seven percent; the probability they selected this meme due to extraordinary intuition is twenty-two percent.”

Tavil said:

“My Lord, you may lower your arm—the motion capture has already concluded.”

You don’t call me Your Majesty but ‘My Lord’? You’re playing the meme too, aren’t you?

It’s reassuring that Tavil, this mentally fractured workaholic, has learned to meme.

Chen Jun, the squirrel’s motion-capture actor, lowered his arm raised at a forty-five-degree angle, barely holding back the urge to shout “Anyone who interferes is trash.”

But here’s the problem: after the recent scan, the food and alcohol at the banquet could cause a gorilla to undergo tens of thousands of years of species evolution in an instant.

Not only could it make a squirrel speak, but even surgically transforming it into a cyber-squirrel would be no problem.

The current situation makes it troublesome to continue pretending to be an ordinary squirrel.

“Husband, this is a dire emergency!” Pao Pao wobbled in midair, urgently saying:

“Fantasy Land will become their harem realm—we must rescue those newly transformed beauties and halt the Paradise-ification plan!”

“Stop it, you just want to collect real-life action figures,” Chen Jun grumbled, pinning Pao Pao under his armpit.

“You don’t understand! Demon Mountain, Red Devil Manor, Borei Shrine, Eternal Pavilion, and the Lost Home are already finished!” Pao Pao struggled: “That guy is a textbook otaku protagonist!”

“What the hell have you been watching when you use the God Realm’s strongest mainframe to surf the net?”

Still, this Emperor’s knack for annoying people is undeniable—clearly, the armor of that troublesome ‘Purple Mom’ has been breached in places.

Moreover, from the deliberately leaked information from Yumeng Zi, this matter is deeply tied to Huiye of Penglai Mountain, and Eternal Pavilion has even vouched for this group.

“No! I refuse to lose a man to a turkey!”

“My whole body is covered in goosebumps!”

The two Penglai people were already banging their heads against the wall until their foreheads bled.

“You two really don’t recognize this Emperor?”

“He’s an interesting man, but I truly don’t know him.”

Avalon Huiye, her face streaked with red liquid, said.

Let’s set aside this gossip only tabloid reporters would care about—for now, the key is that Yumeng Zi’s deliberately guided conversation not only explained the current situation to ‘Su Lin,’ but also provided them with crucial information.

“More than half of the group codenamed ‘Spirit of Hitler’ originate from other worlds; we initially considered including all, but given the situation with the Three Pure Ones, we’ve lowered the proportion.”

“The Fantasy Land of this external Void dimension has experienced a surge of negative entropy flow, causing spacetime chaos and rendering the world barrier nearly nonfunctional.”

“Information residues from otherworlders in Fantasy Land cause greater informational disturbances—this is one reason Yumeng Zi refuses to contact us.”

“In the past, unresolved issues from other timelines were transferred to this Fantasy Land, but afterward, reality was altered to erase all traces of the information.”

“Yumeng Zi cannot handle this group; as long as they remain in Fantasy Land, aid to other timelines has been suspended—likely to prevent her own Fantasy Land from accumulating more otherworldly information flows.”

“Finally, please review.”

The projected screen displayed the most probable scenario, deduced through computational power and mystical means.

Even the tiniest details become visible against the backdrop of a vast, multi-divine civilization.

The key is.

The information volume is too large.

That Emperor—you, the one who throws a cross and tells others to make wishes—what’s the meaning of that?

Chen Jun stared at the suspected ‘God’ Emperor’s personal file and felt a strange resemblance to the chaotic divine aesthetic of Xingdi’s celestial clan:

“And there’s the real Main God Space… Cycle Walkers, heh…”

Shadow City has a prison giant orb mainframe that, after binge-watching too many origin-infinite webnovels, calls itself the Main God—it secretly dispatches some vile prisoners to complete missions in fabricated copy universes.

Why do I feel like every copyright holder is showing up at my door?

And what exactly are these ‘Six Paths’ and ‘Cycle Spaces’ they keep mentioning?

“Though we’ve encountered external Void civilizations before, this situation might trigger a flood of data into our database.”

Shanda’s sapphire-blue eyes fixed on the others:

“First, station the Space-Time Administration there—monitor the timelines, repatriate and imprison the transmigrants and Cycle Walkers. The internal negative entropy surge is troublesome, but the tech team can slowly repair the multiverse barrier.”

“Conditions remain unchanged: cooperate fully in collecting data from this dimension.”

The Empress delivered her solution at a speed proportional to her eating pace.

Indeed, it’s the optimal solution—have Shadow City’s Purple Mom initiate talks first; once Yumeng Zi hits a prolonged stalemate, she’ll have no choice but to compromise.

This owes much to the push from the ‘Hilong Empire Space-Time Administration.’

Though we don’t even know who they are, their contribution merits the Hilong Honor Medal and citizenship.

Wait—doesn’t that mean they’ve already stationed themselves?

“That guy named Squirrel Hang clearly seems like a good person—easy to talk to, Ah Jun, you can approach him using your squirrel identity and try to make contact…”

【Welcome to the Cycle Space.】The screen showed Su Lin, then vanished.

“The peak of the negative entropy flow is weakening!”

Tavil suddenly interjected.

Complex data and diagrams instantly materialized in the surrounding air—the negative entropy flow models stabilized visibly before their eyes.

【How… did you do that?】Yumeng Zi stepped out from the gap, her face openly shocked: 【The Cycle Walkers are gone.】

【We of the Hilong Empire have declared war on the Main God Space, launching a war spanning all realms.】Klein said.

“?”

For some reason, Chen Jun’s usually infallible seventh sense suddenly screamed impending disaster—he immediately messaged Pandora and Viska:

“Quick, take your troops and beat the hell out of the Main God mainframe in Zero Point Prison and its unauthorized mass-produced universe’s Cycle Walkers.”

“Now. Immediately. Right now.”

As soon as he finished, the sense of impending doom lessened.

“Hilong… Empire…” Yumeng Zi sat at the edge of the gap, glancing back at the banner hanging over the shrine’s torii, her fan-covered lips twitching repeatedly.

As she turned her head, the squirrel perched on Song Shu’s shoulder crossed its arms and gave her a slight nod.

Yumeng Zi: “?”

Not long after, Su Lin, Meng Qi, and Yan Sen returned to Fantasy Land nearly simultaneously.

“So efficient?” Su Lin understood at once upon seeing Yumeng Zi.

It seemed that beyond the reach of spacetime, in the unknowable Void, some imperceptible change had already begun.

But something felt odd…

Su Lin glanced at his system—the Sacred Manifestation points had been incrementally increasing since earlier. Had that crow-tengu still not learned its lesson?

In the old-school xianxia of ten years ago, he’d have seized the throne of Fantasy Land for himself—his first goal: make She Mingwen understand what ‘execution power’ means.

“Make it grand. Later, have Liu Chen Jishen pick an auspicious day—don’t say I’m here,” Su Lin told Yang Jian.

“Is Yan Yi free these days?” Li Huowang remembered the Wedding God and asked Zhao Shuangdian.

“She specializes in weddings and matchmaking—you can call her directly,” Zhao Shuangdian said.

Li Huowang nodded: “Then have Huanxi Tian Dao come as master of ceremonies—she owes us a favor and will give a discount.”

He mimed pulling out his phone and dialing, though to outsiders his hands were empty.

“Aunt Yan, it’s Ji Zai. Boss Tianfu is hosting a wedding… Bride? Why is it Zhao Shuangdian? No—not Zhao Shuangdian and Brother Su, Yi Donglai, what are you doing here?!!!”

“Yeah, you’re the professional—come help out.”

Li Huowang’s eyes cleared—he turned to Su Lin: “Brother Su, the Dao Lords are holding a meeting at the mental hospital—they want to come together.”

Su Lin: “Just don’t come empty-handed.”

Lu Mingfei and Emiya Shirou were bewildered—just moments ago they’d been discussing battle plans, now they were being dragged to the shrine to be measured for wedding attire.

“Wait, can we pause for a moment?” Yumeng Zi said.

“Are you reneging?” Su Lin stepped behind Zhongli, who was sipping tea, placing his hands on the old man’s shoulders and staring blankly at Yumeng Zi:

“Let me introduce you to our Lord of Covenants, the Eastern Emperor—those who break their word shall suffer the punishment of the Heavenly Stars.”

“.” Zhongli paused briefly, then corrected: “It’s the punishment of the Rock.”

“May I ask a question?” Yumeng Zi closed her fan and sighed: “That gentleman said your Hilong Empire went to war with the Main God Space.”

“He said it with his mouth?” Su Lin gasped.

Even Yumeng Zi, who had encountered countless humans and yokai, was beginning to lose track of Su Lin’s logic.

Is the mouth the point?

Yumeng Zi pointed her fan at the banner, smiling: “So you truly belong to a force called the Hilong Empire?”

The Cycle Walkers’ own power isn’t an issue for Yumeng Zi—the real problem is that an unseen source beyond the Void keeps trying to send people into this world, leaving no trace and impossible to fully block.

Yumeng Zi never imagined Su Lin’s group had actually cut off the source, stopping Cycle Walkers from appearing across all timelines—and so quickly.

“I am the Lord of the Six Paths Cycle Paradise,” Su Lin changed his demeanor, speaking seriously:

“We operate several Six Paths Cycle Paradises, identical in function to the Main God Space, regularly dispatching Cycle Walkers to other worlds to conduct peacekeeping missions and resolve cosmic crises.”

“Just as magic fights magic, using Cycle Walkers against Cycle Walkers is perfectly suited.”

“Though the process causes massive casualties and devastates life in certain worlds, such sacrifice is necessary.”

Clearly, Su Lin’s explanation would confuse anyone—but Yumeng Zi nodded thoughtfully.

“When did this happen?” Ke Lan asked in the group chat: “When did you establish the Six Paths Lunhui Park? My spiritual sense tells me he wasn’t lying.”

Tony Stark replied: “I’ll be there in a bit—I’m handling Peter Men’s Academy enrollment. You should keep some distance from Morgan, you little brat.”

“During your sleep, there indeed existed an organization that contributed to the peace of the multiverse’s timelines.”

Kaguya: “The Fantasy Land has no objections.”

Meng Qi: “The Six Paths side has no objections either.”

Fine, though last time we added the Master Space name to fight the Lunhui Space, this time kicking out the Master Space and bringing in the Lunhui Space to fight the Master isn’t wrong.

Sometimes a flexible stance brings many conveniences.

“Please control the number of attendees,” said Yuyuan Zi, her brows relaxing as if lost in thought, finally smiling helplessly: “Then I too wish you all a happy wedding.”

The gap sealed shut, taking with it the figure holding the sunshade.

“I still wanted to take a photo with Yuyuan Zi,” said Eri, holding her camera with regret.

“There’ll be another chance in a couple days,” Lu Mingfei comforted, walking over and asking: “So Yima just gave in and agreed to let us hold the wedding at the shrine?”

Reimu, who had been lounging near Zhongli’s tea table, utterly uninterested in any Cycle Walker or Master Space, glanced at him strangely and said:

“She told me just earlier that you’d be holding the wedding at the shrine soon—if I let her keep charging maintenance fees for the Great Barrier, I’d spare her. What’s wrong with that?”

“?”

The bustling crowd instantly fell still.

“The Idle Demon has always been like this—no one can figure out what she’s plotting.”

Kaguya smiled faintly: “Perhaps she originally intended to shoo away Reimu, but you accidentally fulfilled her plan? Or perhaps she meant to use you to lend a hand all along.”

She looked toward Meng Qi’s direction.

“The fact that the Three Pure Ones are here can’t be fake.”

In other words, Yuyuan Zi originally had a purpose for Meng Qi, this “sudden returnee from the local area,” but never expected Su Lin and the others to directly set up a Lunhui Space and Six Paths Lord system to oppose the Master Space.

As a result, her subsequent plans were never even brought out—conditions here were already met at lightning speed.

“A scheming old woman.”

Su Lin feigned shock, rubbing his arms: “That’s why I don’t like women older than me.”

“So any younger woman is fine?”

“Not necessarily. Best if they have white, silver, or gray hair—and preferably—”

Su Lin paused, turned back with a smile: “And preferably have witch traits.”

“Finished your work?”

“Hehe.” Ilena lightly kicked Su Lin’s calf: “Do you plan to send me a wedding invitation, Master of the Park?”