Chapter 710: Battle Royale Mode

[Please have contestants pass the qualifying mode and proceed to the next era.]

[Qualifying passed. Combine with products of this era to release revival conditions.]

[All undead will be forced into “bullet hell rules”; spell card damage converts to “existence value” loss; existence value reaching zero returns them to death state.]

[When undead advance to the next era, they will randomly revive a fragment of some timeline, and after a countdown, they will be exposed to the Dragon God’s vision—failure to leave in time results in annihilation.]

[After combat returns to the current era, surviving contestants will be revived.]

Roar—!

Ripples surged upward; a powerful void breath rolled like an oceanic tsunami sweeping across heaven and earth, a colossal dragon’s shadow flickering in and out—each appearance utterly erased all space, time, and matter into nothingness.

The bamboo grove where contestants had prepared for the match had been utterly obliterated.

Where the hell did this poison circle come from?!

So the revival match is just a survival run through the poison zone?!

“This is already my ten years’ worth of exercise!” Kaguya swung her arms and kicked her legs, screaming tearfully:

“Why do we still need outdoor training after everything’s already over?! AAAAAA—!”

“Men’s promises are lies! Didn’t we agree to just die together?!”

“Shut up and run faster!!” Su Lin stared at the sky, eyes blazing red.

The Celestial Golden List still compiled data, that thing like a super-large screen embedded in everyone’s vision, having just finished broadcasting the epic, emotionally tangled life of a certain Fate Bishop.

I have to say, this thing really knows how to edit—even using the Spring and Autumn Annals style!

The rest I can tolerate, but those lines and dialogues were clearly fabricated—what’s this “shared bed” nonsense? The quilt clearly contained a miniature world, so why does it show three people sleeping together?!

Historical distortion, huh?

“If I don’t kill that thing and the Four Foundations together, I won’t close my eyes in death!”

Su Lin dragged Kaguya through the small grove, when suddenly a blade of light slashed down from beyond the heavens: “Get lost!”

Whether it was a transmigrant, an ancient warrior, or some kind of obstacle mechanism—it didn’t matter; the Azure Jade Void Sword flicked its blade, and the sword qi cleaved a space rift a thousand miles wide, wiping out everything to the right.

Instantly, the area near the newly appeared Nether Gate was cleared of obstacles.

Su Lin grabbed Kaguya’s collar and leapt straight into it.

【The final contestant of Qing State, the Sword Saint, has died. National fortune revival failed. Remaining contestants must win the National Fortune Revival Match.】

“What kind of fantasy realm is this?!” muttered a young onmyoji, stunned.

“Golden List, National Fortune battlefield, revival match? If this is the standard, why am I even participating in the National Fortune Revival?!”

【Ding!】

【National Fortune Auxiliary System has activated】

【Recruitment function has been released】

The young onmyoji’s gaze brightened, hope returning—until the next second, a beautiful, adorable red-and-white shrine maiden stood before him.

Hakkai Reimu?

“Fantasy Realm doesn’t use spell cards. This violates the rules!”

“?”

Before the young onmyoji could speak, he felt the world spin, darkness descending.

The shrine maiden withdrew her sealing needle; the pierced onmyoji dissolved into laws and invasive crystals, which began corrupting trees, grass, and earth into data.

She turned, glanced at the void-creating dragon, then walked toward the Nether Gate.

【Dough Qi, Stage Three】

“I’m a good person.”

【Soul Clan, enter my cauldron!】

“You know movies—we made one. All of this is acting. Of course, the Soul Clan are my enemies; they secretly persecute ordinary people.”

【All beings of the myriad worlds, enter my cauldron!】

“.”

Xiao Yan rose silently from his cushion, and amid the reverent yet wary gazes of the spirit warriors, immortals, and curious yokai, he raised a strange flame, merging it with the boundless fire domain of the illusory multiverse.

“Go!”

The flame dragon devoured heaven and earth, yet could not erase the Golden List’s imagery—its true form wasn’t here, only a projection.

It was recounting Xiao Yan’s growth journey.

In summary: after receiving a divorce letter, to fulfill the three-year pact with Yunlan Sect, guided by the man in the ring, Yaolao, he embarked on a path of refining heaven, earth, and beings.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never underestimate a young man’s potential.

Year One: became Yaolao’s disciple, cultivated the Burning Scripture, began collecting strange flames and rebuilding Dou Qi.

Year Two: trained in the Beast Mountain Range, obtained the Blue Lotus Heartfire, mastered basic alchemy, entered Jia Nan Academy.

Year Three: founded the Infinite Fire Domain, proclaimed himself Flame Emperor; all souls of the Soul Clan, myriad worlds, immortals, demons, humans, gods—all became medicinal pills within his cauldron.

A magnificent strange-flame lotus slowly bloomed, spreading from empty space; a radiant flame ancient ruler tore through space, carrying infinite terrifying power—countless stars were born in the flames and extinguished within them.

【Use your blood to brew medicine, Emperor of the Wasteland!】 The Flame Emperor pointed at a handsome divine figure standing in a starry thunder pool.

“That’s me?” Xiao Yan looked at the others.

“You got drunk that time...”

Under Shi Hao’s half-smiling gaze, Xiao Yan felt like he’d swallowed bitter melon, covered his face, and stormed back into the shrine, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Outside, someone’s maniacal laughter still echoed intermittently.

Enough. I don’t want to watch anymore. Though laughing like that during battle is indeed satisfying and intimidating.

“You should probably get used to it by now,” Kline said, holding a porcelain ear-cup of white tea.

“The annual survey on the Multiverse Forum shows you’re the most evil and cold-blooded character among all Multiverse Consuming entities after the reverse position.”

Xiao Yan rubbed his temples, planning to find a quiet spot—but saw Meng Qi stifling a laugh, and asked:

“Lord Yuan Shi Demon, you don’t think you’re exempt, do you?”

Meng Qi’s lingering smile froze on his face.

Fine. Too many people are already socially dead. To preserve everyone’s reputation, right now we must follow the internet line and destroy that Celestial Golden List.

“.” Yan Sen frowned slightly and shook his head at the group.

Meng Qi, the author who once serialized “The Supreme Test” on Baiyu Jing’s Endpoint Chinese Website, opened his mouth: “Is this Lu-system power-up this big?”

“Just now we could still trace traces, now they’ve vanished completely. Moreover, the methods used to probe causality have been entirely altered—upgraded by more than one tier,” Yan Sen said.

Damned.

The thought echoed simultaneously in the minds of multiple group members.

Looking again, Han Li and Li Changshou’s positions—oh, the paper doll was still there. Good.

“It seems you’ve recovered some forgotten clues?”

Finally, Zhong Kai spoke, steering the conversation back on track: “But is it useful for the current situation?”

“.” Bayun Zi sighed, choosing not to probe Xiao Yan’s matter:

“As is well known, a thousand years ago, I and the first ‘Hakkai’ held a ritual to speak with the Dragon God, establishing a sanctuary where external yokai and gods could survive long-term.”

“More accurately, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement—the Dragon God needed to advance world cycles and reclaim authority scattered among yokai and gods.”

“Yokai and gods, cursed with lifespan by corruption, needed a paradise free of pollution.”

“Because it accelerated the decline of external mystery, the existence of Fantasy Realm was permitted.”

“But not permitted to exist forever,” said Bayin Yonglin.

“Of course. So I made minor adjustments to the boundary’s timing...” Bayun Zi opened her folding fan with a self-deprecating smile:

“Better than letting yokai stay in the outside world. The world’s will also requires living beings to condense filth jade—faith, fear, bloodlust—all merely symptomatic treatments.”

“But you Penglai people are an exception.”

“You and the first shrine maiden tricked the Dragon God...” Bayin Yonglin’s eye twitched, realizing the yokai sage before her

had more guts than she’d imagined.

The Dragon God was not only the creator and destroyer of Fantasy Realm, but also the embodied manifestation of the world’s will.

If true, then the entire world had long been entangled by Fantasy Realm’s existence.

“Calling it a trick is too strong—it had nothing to do with the first shrine maiden. I merely adjusted the agreed-upon timeframe within reasonable limits,” Bayun Zi murmured:

“Anything that defies logic in the outside world, if deemed an anomaly, will, per the pact with the Dragon God, ultimately arrive in Fantasy Realm.”

“Dealing with anomalies is exhausting. Who wouldn’t want to protect their hard work?”

“Isn’t that the shrine maiden’s job?!” Reimu protested.

“Even beings from outside the world count. Fantasy Realm can contain anything—as long as it’s labeled an ‘anomaly,’ it gets dumped here.”

Bayun Zi looked troubled:

“So sometimes I’m the one who sends people back or neutralizes them. You, shrine maiden, just sleep all day and wait for work to come to you?”

“By the way”

Bayun Zi suddenly narrowed her eyes, glancing toward the other side—Lu Mingfei.

“I once expelled you from Fantasy Realm.”

Lu Mingfei widened his eyes and pointed at himself.

“Too long ago to remember clearly, but there’s a record: you stayed half an hour, then showed tendencies to harass the shrine maiden, so you were sent back,” Bayun Zi said.

“The Multiverse’s First Exchange Student lives up to its name,” Kline teased.

Lu Mingfei’s face flushed crimson, took a deep breath, and slammed his forehead onto the coffee table: “Red bean paste, damn it!”

“So what about those shrine maidens in the gaps?” asked Hakkai Reimu.

“Those are memories. Probably.”

Yagumo Shizu spoke with uncertainty, smirking:

“The shrine maiden and the Dragon God have a special connection. When the Great Barrier triggers a reboot, it’s impossible to bring the shrine maiden back to her previous state—you must leave something behind. Didn’t someone come looking for the Sealing Crystal before?”

The crystallized memories sealed within the Gap by successive Hojo Shrine Maidens—known as Sealing Crystals—are byproducts of the thoughts and Dragon God’s power of ‘Hojo Reimu.’

“But then again, I’m not without options. The Dragon God’s Ten Fundamental Pillars uphold the order of all things. If these pillars appear in Gensokyo and activate, the Great Barrier’s durability could increase significantly—perhaps even allow some modifications.”

Seeing the moment was right, Yagumo Shizu casually revealed her true intent.

“The pillars refer to laws?” Meng Qi paused briefly: “According to the unified theory of divine origins, that means you and Su Lin together are roughly equivalent to the Dragon God?”

“There’s a difference,

but it’s close enough.”

Yagumo Shizu gave a bitter laugh: “I never expected the Moon Princess would go this far. That one’s also a passionate soul.”

There’s nothing to be done now—the deed is done.

Now that some things are clear, things are much easier. All that’s left is to wait for those two to win their rematch.

Gently pulling open the shrine’s door, she watched as the faint, flickering shadow of the Dragon God erased one spacetime after another. Though she had absolute faith in Su Lin, the spectacle was far too extreme for two beings in their incomplete states.

Moreover, there was now an additional unknown: the Golden List, whose nature even Yan Sen couldn’t fathom.

Speaking of which, the Fallen Flame Emperor’s ranking had been updated—it now showed the final battle between Flame-Haired, Burning-Eyed Himegami and the Creation God Lu Mingfei.

At least that’s better than the previous two—no public humiliation involved.

No, Xiao Yan’s reputation was already ruined; it’s just Su Lin and the others…

“He loves her, she loves her, she loves him again—freshly Chulu today’s headline: Secrets of the Divine Realm You Never Knew!”

Hope whoever’s behind that Golden List moves fast—these paparazzi and reporters are already reckless.

And the ten great anomalies appearing in Gensokyo have nothing to do with Gensokyo at all—who knows who’ll be the next unlucky one?

“Are those spacetimes past versions of Gensokyo?” Kleine asked.

“You could call them parallel worlds. Even past spacetimes can spawn dimensions with different possibilities.”

Entering this world from beyond the universe randomly deposits one into a different Gensokyo spacetime—but only one Gensokyo exists in the ‘present.’

No wonder the boss who organized Su Lin’s rematch from who-knows-where was cursing.

That means the Cross-Dimensional Talisman can’t be used either—just like back in Belobog. The only difference is the chat group still works normally.

Song Shuhang sighed: “So we can only watch?”

“Gensokyo is experiencing some unrest,” Yagumo Shizu interjected smoothly:

“Nothing major—just that Gensokyo’s location has been exposed, and some troublesome invaders have revived. If any of you have spare time and are willing to lend a hand, we’d be deeply grateful.”

“Naturally, we won’t let you come for nothing.”

Before she’d even finished speaking, a group of cultivators and spirits surged forward like cats scenting fish.

“Immortal cultivation level, three simulated universe records, nine worlds destroyed—verified achievements!”

“Don’t believe him—he destroyed all those worlds using external power!”

“Chaldea takes it all! We’ve got the Creation Goddess and all the spirits of the Azure Silver Galaxy!”

“Spirits are impressive? Millions of gods and demons, billions of living beings—all have experience defying Heaven’s Dao!”

“All have experience defying Heaven’s Dao!”

Yagumo Shizu twitched her lips—she hadn’t even mentioned the reward yet. Why were these people so eager?