Chapter 69

The heavens and earth gained color—not so much that the heavens and earth gained color, as that all light returned to that being.

On the sacred plain, green grass stretched like velvet; the sky split in two at Su Lin's position, two colors coexisting—one half day's azure, like a summer dawn; the other half night's starry expanse, stars scattered, occasional meteors streaking across the heavens.

Under the transformation of the divine essence, his face became sharply defined, bathed in a faint glow, giving the impression of perfect holiness.

The law of light became threads, weaving and entwining into a colossal tree of light that blotted out the sky; behind Su Lin, radiant light flowed and shimmered, as if a six-winged shadow composed of light elements.

In this land beyond the cosmos, this tree of condensed light replaced the sun, nurturing all life.

Divine authority continuously washed over the minds of mortals; even a single glance plunged them into endless, pure white.

Sacred voices echoed at their ears, and among the half-breeds present, a sense of calm and serenity arose—all worries and desires grew unimportant, and they began pondering the essence of life itself.

The chains released their grip, dissolving into specks of light that returned to the heavens and earth.

In this divine realm, no one could be harmed unless he permitted it, and the manifestation of divinity could be summoned or withdrawn at will.

"God…"

Several half-breeds began kneeling, bowing to Su Lin in worship; those who knew them found nothing strange—had they not been devoid of any faith in deities, they too would have been unable to resist doing the same.

They had never seen a god, but they were certain: the man before them was a deity.

Whether it was this miracle or the oppression of a higher life tier.

This was the best way to increase credibility.

Among the half-breeds present, not a trace of doubt remained—only anticipation of what would come next.

After a long while…

"Great Being," Wu Zhongcheng dropped the ancient dagger in his hand, his body relaxing, eyes closed, calmly addressing Su Lin: "Our Wu family will not become the Dragon Clan's claws."

"Even as humble as we are, we have our own dignity."

"Rather than become monsters like the Death Servants, we would rather end our lives in this manner."

The others present shared the same thought—they had all heard of the fate of bloodline loss of control, and some had witnessed it firsthand.

Only knowing slaughter, bloodlust, obeying the Dragon Clan's commands.

Put bluntly, they were livestock—hunting dogs serving their master.

The Black King, Nidhogg, prophesied to awaken, when the world would face its end.

Wu's patriarch did not know what this so-called "end" truly meant; in the past, when he heard this prophecy, he dismissed it as a joke.

With news arriving of the Dragon Kings' revival—the Bronze and Fire Long Wang, the Earth and Mountain Long Wang awakening—he admitted he had been frightened. But seeing half-breeds succeed in burying a "King," he felt as if those mythic beings were not invincible after all.

This era still belonged to humanity, and half-breeds stood atop the world as its leaders.

"Wrong."

Such absurd thinking—how laughable.

The "god" before them was unquestionably a being beyond the reach of humans or half-breeds.

Nuclear weapons?

Unknown. Unthinkable.

What use is it? They were meat on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

"Is that so?" Su Lin nodded, expression unchanged, unsurprised—he was not the first, nor would he be the last. Expected.

Wu Zhongcheng fell silent, awaiting his end. His niece and father said nothing—presumably thinking the same.

No matter how powerful the opponent, what did it matter? It was merely destruction. He would never become a mindless flesh puppet like a Death Servant. If he could choose, he would rather meet the "end" with the dignity of a half-breed.

"Well, I've delivered your message." Su Lin retracted his divinity; the divine realm collapsed, the world twisted and shifted, and in the quaking of space, they returned to the hotel's banquet hall.

All present remained lost in awe of the divine realm's magnificent spectacle.

"You're not going to kill me?" Wu Zhongcheng opened his eyes. He felt the heavenly music vanish, the sacredness gone—Su Lin before him had reverted to his ordinary, unremarkable appearance.

"I'm only here to deliver a message for him, not to kill." Su Lin crossed out a name on the paper, then pulled out his phone to search for the next location. He looked nothing like a god moments ago; instead, he chattered casually: "He's busy with other matters and has no time for you. Judging by his attitude, your disobedient half-breed families will be dealt with sooner or later."

"Figure it out for yourselves."

"The Supreme One also said: those who submit retain their humanity; those with superior bloodlines may receive Dragon Blood Ascension and gain five hundred years of extended life."

"I've long admired the Supreme One!" Wu Haoran's loud voice rang out; he straightened his back, aged yet full of vigor.

"Father!?" Wu Zhongcheng stared in shock—he had been taught since childhood that Dragons and half-breeds were mortal enemies; only one side could survive!

"Shut up, brat! Your old man still wants to live five hundred more years!" Wu Haoran glanced at his son, then stepped beside Su Lin and whispered: "Er… Envoy my lord."

Wu Zhongcheng never expected his father to be the first to defect—his face flushed.

Envoy my lord?

You old bastard, you've slipped into character fast!

He vaguely remembered when his bloodline first awakened—this old man standing atop the corpse of a fourth-generation Bronze and Fire Long Wang, his Word of Power raging wildly.

Wu Haoran used Lei Ting as a whip to choke the fire dragon's neck, using his own blood and dragon blood to teach it: between Dragons and half-breeds, there was only slaughter—no coexistence.

"What does our great Black King, Lord Nidhogg, wish us to do?" Wu Haoran asked respectfully, eyes gleaming: "Surely not something like participating in the world's destruction?"

Wu Haoran wanted to know the true purpose of the "god's" Black King.

If he sought the world's destruction, he wouldn't need these "insects."

It must be about dominion. He did not wish to surrender humanity's world to the Black King, nor did he wish to kneel. If there was any chance of victory, he would gladly charge ahead, easing the burden on worthy dragon-slayers—but that was before today.

He didn't understand why a being like a god could truly exist—but he knew: if such a being came to deliver a message, then the Black King…

Perhaps only by waiting like ancient humans, seeking a moment for rebellion and transformation.

And five hundred years of life… was truly tempting.

Wu Zhongcheng let out a bitter laugh, then respectfully asked Su Lin: "My lord, is the end truly coming?"

"Or will the world return to the age of Dragon rule?"

He didn't understand what relationship this being had with the Black King, or what ties it bore to the Dragons—history held too many unknowns.

You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask? Su Lin wanted to say that—everyone cared about this question.

He was just a worker bee.

Su Lin thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hey, they're asking what you want to do?"

"Mm… mm."

"Alright, goodbye."

Su Lin hung up the phone and said to the half-breed before him: "He says humans are developing too slowly, and wants to lead you into the interstellar age."

Wu Zhongcheng stared blankly; after confirming he hadn't misheard, he slapped himself across the face.