Chapter 715: Who Alone Seals the Ages?

Song Shuhang heard at school from a classmate in the finance department that “wealth doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.”

He thought this made sense, and concluded that “resurrection counts don’t disappear either—they just shift.”

According to the original progression, he was supposed to encounter the liquid-metal hand’s attack in the Confucian “Jin Lian World,” dying and resurrecting over and over again within that world.

But now the Confucian faction has been strengthened and has established contact with White Senior Two, so the unused resurrection counts have naturally shifted to the myriad worlds, manifesting as various coincidences.

Tired.

Out of options.

Whatever.

“Should Sandy and Keyshan Chu be okay?”

Before falling into darkness, his mysterious seventh sense activated, hurling Sandy toward Keyshan Chu, and he used the one-time survival sword gifted by White Senior.

He’d intended to deploy his domain and unfold the “I Am Legend” manga universe to resist the danger—but was instantly obliterated.

“Your foundation is solid right now. Once back, spend a month or two catching up on cultivation progress. Math doesn’t matter, but you must spend time mastering spells!”

Song Shuhang faintly remembered hearing Xiao Yan Senior’s signature, slightly demonic villainous laugh.

Did Xiao Yan Senior get randomly assigned to the same timeline’s Fantasy Realm as me?

Don’t get it, but I hope he’s fine too—this enemy seems serious. By the way, why hasn’t he resurrected yet?

As he thought this, his consciousness lifted, floating aimlessly through an indeterminate span of time, as if passing through layers of abstract conceptual space, surrounded by incomprehensible things.

Suddenly, the scene around him shifted, and before his eyes appeared a highly sci-fi complex of buildings.

Did my Dreaming Talent activate?!

Everything was gray—the sky, buildings, ground, and pale-blue-white energy currents flooded everywhere. This was a world of steel, magnificent and grand beyond any civilization he’d ever seen, even surpassing Thanos’s fleet.

Whose memory is this?

The conditions for my Dreaming Talent to activate are traceable.

At least before dreaming, I must have had some level of “contact” with the dream subject. Who among those I know well has this kind of background?

【Causal Law Lock Complete. Beginning Consciousness Net Sweep.】

【Anchoring Intruder ‘Song Shuhang.’ Sweep Failed. Switching to Consciousness Link Establishment.】

【Establishing.】

What the hell?!

Which Senior, please let me explain!

Song Shuhang knew his Dreaming Talent could be detected by masters, even

when he dreamed of Tony Teacher and nearly got killed on the spot—but now the other party clearly recognized him!

Yet in this state, he could do nothing. Gradually, something seemed to envelop him, and all surrounding scenes began to blur.

After an unknown length of time, Song Shuhang woke up drowsily—but had no bodily sensation.

“Unfamiliar ceiling.”

Did I resurrect?

Song Shuhang tried to rise but couldn’t move; instead, he perceived the surrounding space in a full 360-degree, no-blind-spot manner.

A plain-looking man, seemingly kind-hearted, stood before him, smiling warmly: “Welcome to the territory of the Hiling Divine System.”

“.”

Then silence.

“His visual access has shifted from the past to the present, and the consciousness link is established—why no reaction?”

The man waved his hand: “Hello, how are you? Can you understand Chinese?”

“Wait a moment.” Song Shuhang’s voice spread out,

Hey, Su Lin Senior, are you there? I need some help here.

Oddly, there was no chat group before Song Shuhang’s eyes—perhaps because he was truly dreaming.

Maybe the Dreaming Talent didn’t activate at all, and I’m just dreaming. Compared to this dream, I’d rather dream of White Senior.

“Looks like no temporal interference.” The man coughed and spoke again:

Welcome to another Void's Macroverse. Friend from another world, hello. I am Emperor Chen Jun of the Empire. Let me explain the current situation.

“Song Shuhang, you are dead.”

“Nani?!” Song Shuhang spoke.

“I’m not joking about Beidou Shenquan.”

“Sorry.”

“You really are joking?!”

“Apologies.”

Song Shuhang’s acceptance ability was fairly strong—he noticed familiar faces behind and to his left.

Elder Huiye, did you win your resurrection match?

Elder Emiya, why are you just standing there? Why are you holding hands with Kiritsugu-san in front of Illya-san? Have you betrayed us?

Wait.

What did this self-proclaimed emperor just say this place was?

“Hiling…?”

“You probably don’t need much introduction—you should recognize us.”

Chen Jun thought, and the sign hanging above the torii at the Hakkai Shrine—“Hiling Empire Time Administration Bureau: First Fantasy Realm Team-Building Film Crew”—appeared on screen.

“Uh, we checked the Time Administration Bureau—they never formed a film crew.”

What if I told you we’re the Marvel Time Administration Bureau—would you believe me?

Song Shuhang couldn’t describe his current mood—if he had to, it’d be like “barked at a dog.”

Wait, no!

How did I even connect with this emperor?!

“What’s going on with me?”

Song Shuhang noticed his appearance was strange—he floated as a semi-transparent sphere, with a crystalline object below emitting strange energy.

“We just detected your appearance in my past, so we seized this opportunity to construct a consciousness vessel for you via an information stream.”

“Don’t misunderstand—we mean no harm. The current Zero Fantasy Realm is unsafe, and we want to communicate with you.”

Chen Jun waved his hand, and a screen flew over from afar.

A muscular squirrel-man with thick limbs carried half of Song Shuhang’s repaired body on one arm and Keyshan Chu on the other, sprinting at incredible speed through the sky.

【Jie~ Jiejiejieje!】

A man who looked exactly like Xiao Yan Senior—well, he was Xiao Yan.

【I bestow upon you a stroke of fortune—why flee? Enter my cauldron!】

Never mind the squirrel evolved into Sandy-Bendi—has Xiao Yan Senior finally gone mad?

BOOM—!

Countless Liuli -colored fire lotuses rained down; the muscular squirrel-man dodged through the gaps with absurd agility, fleeing desperately.

The void shattered, waves of spiritual fire surged endlessly, swallowing all creation, sweeping everything into a colossal alchemical furnace along with the flames.

Song Shuhang stared at this scene for a long time, stunned speechless, as if struck by lightning.

“You were just killed by him—he’s now targeting your soul.”

“.”

He shouldn’t have offended Xiao Yan. Could it be that time in the Multiverse City when I happened to meet Xiao Xun’er and the others, and bought “Doupo Cangqiong” for them?

Xiao Yan Senior shouldn’t know about it—or be that petty.

“Uh, Senior, how did you find me?” Song Shuhang tried to sort out the situation.

“We originally wanted to find you—but now you’ve come to us on your own.”

Chen Jun, still surprised, repeated: “You possess a powerful ability. This consciousness link will persist until your ability ends.”

This was precisely Song Shuhang’s oddity:

“I can’t control this ability—it requires prior contact. I’ve never met you before!”

“How to put it…” Chen Jun’s expression grew complex as he scratched his head. “You gave me a Dao name, and now I’m carrying you while fleeing. Of course… I’m not controlling it.”

Song Shuhang blinked. “Sandy?”

“That’s a biological observation device built from Jun’s traits—also, you can call it a squirrel.” Shan Dora manipulated the squirrel’s jumps with a remote.

Click-clack.

Song Shuhang thought he heard the sound of a shattered heart, and his phantom limb began scratching the ground.

“This is my wife, Shan Dora.” Chen Jun said. “We cooperate with Bayun Zi of the Zero Fantasy Realm and have been observing this universe.”

Since Zero Zi-Ma isn’t here, a little embellishment won’t hurt—and given the current situation, the Shadow City’s Bayun Zi has vanished due to the disturbance.

“We can cooperate.”

“Cooperate… Senior means regarding the Fantasy Realm?”

Song Shuhang reacted quickly, and a rune array written in unknown script appeared before him—it was a contract, its title reading “Confidentiality Agreement.”

The gist: Under no circumstances may the existence of “Hiling” be disclosed to others in any form.

“Actually, one or two people among you have already realized Sandy isn’t an ordinary squirrel,” Chen Jun added.

“Why not approach other Seniors?” Song Shuhang hesitated. “I’m just a junior—I’m afraid I’m not—”

He stopped mid-sentence, as Chen Jun and the others’ gazes had all fixed on the screens’ footage.

[Ancient Moon Fang Yuan exploited the cultivator Qu Yanping to break the cycle of reincarnation, scheming his entire life; though he came close to success, he ultimately lost by a single move and was instantly incinerated by the Fallen God, ending as a vessel of existence.]

[Beside it were textual records and physical comparisons identifying Su Lin.]

[Supreme, Inverted Position]

[O~K~, got it.]

[“.” Song Shuhang wasn’t surprised; he felt an odd sense of guilt as he signed the confidentiality agreement with his consciousness: “Senior, that’s a movie.”]

[My dear friend Gao Mou, you bastard can be proud now.]

[“As for movies, our observed information has many inconsistencies—for example, the Emperor of Solitude got along well with you.”]

[Chen Jun’s gaze toward another screen was complex; he paused: “That was the original plan.”]

[“Heh~ hehehe~~~ Hot potato squirrel, run!”]

[A low laugh echoed.]

[The Flame Emperor Xiao Yan, who had incinerated the multiverse of the Fantasy Realm and was hunting the squirrel and Hang, looked nothing like a fake—even to Song Shuhang’s eyes.]

[Senior Xiao Yan, look at what you’ve done.]

[Even so, Song Shuhang felt that this Xiao Yan was nine-tenths suspicious.]

[One by one, divine system runes fused with Song Shuhang’s consciousness; in moments, a semi-transparent humanoid form, built from Song Shuhang’s information stream, appeared in this space—a young man who looked unmistakably good-hearted.]

[“Hurry up—is the facial expression analyst in place?”]

[Chen Jun deployed within the mental link.]

[Upon receiving confirmation, he stepped forward, grasped Song Shuhang’s hand, and under the historian’s record, completed this historic diplomatic opening.]

[Song Shuhang: “?”]

[“Protocol, protocol.” Chen Jun changed the subject: “Before we exchange information…”]

[Whoosh!]

[A crowd surged forward, clamoring with questions; the scene instantly descended into chaos.]

[“The Three Divine Realms and the Macroverse are all watching—what really happened to those three inside the Tree of Imaginary Numbers?!”]

[“How many universes have you eaten?”]

[“Why did Emiya Shirou turn on his adoptive sister? What happened in his past life before the Eternal Cycle?!”]

[“Drag them away.”]

[Soon, the scene returned to solemn silence.]

[Chen Jun’s face darkened; his dignity had been utterly shattered—it was a formal occasion after all: “Ignore them.”]

[“Nothing, we’re used to it.”]

[It felt like seeing the Nine Provinces Group One and the cultivator elders—people constantly asked Song Shuhang these things, as if chasing “ancient secrets.”]

[“Ahjun, new rankings have come in.” Shandora called out.]

[All eyes turned; the Celestial Golden List on screen displayed a new scene. Honestly, though its origin was unknown, it had revealed plenty.]

[This temporary, reinforced micro-universe, along with the covert “Inverted Position” memetic analysis, detected no anomalies.]

[But better safe than sorry.]

[“Though you turned your back on all beings, stepping into the River of Time…”]

[“Why does no record of you exist in this ancient history—even your shadow is absent from the River of Time?”]

[“Under the influence of World Interference Theory, we do have some mutual understanding, though certain gaps still need filling.”]

[Chen Jun looked at Song Shuhang’s information body and smiled:]

[“It’s been years since we last saw you—you only turned up in Fantasy Realm Zero and we dug you out.”]

[“This is the Emperor of Solitude, Shi Hao, right?”]

[“I know about ‘Alone Cutting Through Eternity.’”]

[“One day, I will rewind through countless eons in the unfathomable worldlines and illuminate all heavens.”]

[“It’s definitely Senior Shi Hao.” Song Shuhang said instinctively: “Why is he ranked only fifth?”]

[“To meet again, I must now reduce to emptiness, finally attaining the Dao Fruit.”]

[Wrong—it’s Senior Meng Qi?!]

[“After years apart, if she stands above the endless night of eternity, she shall share the ages with us.”]

[In the scene, a girl with white hair and red eyes walked step by step toward the end of time, behind her the joyful, happy figures of all beings.]

[“Top 5 Fantasy Realm Anomalies: Protagonist—Illya von Einzbern.”]

[“?”]

[“Brother… Miyu, I miss you so much.”]

[Su Cangqiong gripped the Celestial Golden List, his grip tightening until he nearly tore it apart: ]

[“I told you to search for the ranking on ‘Alone Cutting Through Eternity’—Shi Hao—and the one who ‘reduces to emptiness’—Meng Qi. What the hell is this you gave me?! Start over!”]

[“Your Majesty… I can’t! This is already the limit of intervention and modification! This… this truly is ‘Alone Cutting Through Eternity’ and ‘reducing to emptiness’!”]

[Useless thing.]

[“I want my brother.”]

[The white-haired girl spoke coldly before him.]

[“Enough.” Su Cangqiong glanced at the next ranking: “Top 4 Fantasy Realm Anomalies: ‘The Supreme Sword Sect Suppresses the Shattered Cycle’—Protagonist: Emiya Shirou.”]

[“Fake it till you make it, just to fill the numbers—it’s enough.”]

[“Your brother’s here.”]