Chapter 81: The God of Light

The beings of Earth would never forget the scene they witnessed tonight.

Soft light surged straight into the heavens, and at this moment, the boundary between night and day was shattered.

Countless rays bent and twisted, weaving and entwining, forming in the cosmos a colossal tree that held up heaven and earth.

The branches of the Light Tree swayed and grew, then the massive trunk split open and fell apart toward both sides.

At the split, space warped, as if a great door had opened, and immediately a brand-new world appeared above Earth.

Like a mirage, yet utterly real.

“My god…”

Countless people watched this scene, yet no panic or chaos arose.

They felt only profound peace within, as if a returning wanderer had seen autumn leaves and, at this moment, the years of their life gathered their thoughts and reached the threshold of wisdom.

One element of creation: Light.

Pouring forth from the Divine Realm, they cheered and leapt, rushing into every corner they could reach, joining Earth’s companions in playing the music of creation’s dawn.

In dark valleys, deep forests, black oceans—everywhere light could reach—they were not blinding, merely sufficient to dispel darkness and give birth to life.

“God…” Zhou Tao removed his headset, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

Su Lin in the sky, his eyes stained with ultimate divinity, his face perfect and holy, radiant with light, his six particle-formed

wings wrapping him from head, torso, and feet, forming a cocoon of light.

Thump

It sounded like a heartbeat.

Before every living being—human or animal, visible or invisible—appeared the image of a sleeping young man.

No, He was not before their eyes; the image appeared within all beings’ minds.

“Get out!” A gentleman in a suit bent over, face contorted in pain; his golden dragon eyes, capable of making ordinary half-breeds kneel in submission, blazed fiercely as he summoned every power he possessed, trying to expel the figure from his mind.

The earth trembled, winds howled, thunder raged above the European manor, and flames consumed every priceless treasure within the rooms.

He whistled, and an eight-legged steed, stepping on thunder, shattered the walnut floor and arrived at his side, its saddle bearing a curved spear.

The man seized the spear, raised it, and sought to channel power to strike the phantom.

In the end, he lowered the spear.

Helplessly accepted the truth: someone had kicked open the door to his domain and pinned him to the ground, grinding him down.

Feeling the calm and serenity within his mind, he smiled bitterly; under the influence of this foreign force, his thoughts flowed faster than ever before.

Countless plans and schemes took shape in his mind, waiting only for his refinement to confront this strange and powerful presence.

“At least let me first obtain the White King’s bones.”

In the Cassel Academy, Anre stared silently at Schneider, who had risen from his wheelchair and removed his breathing mask.

“Headmaster,” Schneider said without looking up, watching the frostbites on his arm healing: “He is bestowing blessings.”

“...”

Anre gazed at the great figure in his mind, lost in thought.

In the central control room of Cassel Academy, the transparent girl’s phantom displayed miracles occurring worldwide; a disheveled man knelt on the ground, bowing as if worshipping the figure in his mind, as if witnessing the descent of a savior.

The laws reshaped mortal bodies; the false historical projections no longer required Su Lin to expend fixed spiritual energy to sustain them.

Light created matter; flesh was born.

The historical projection who ascended to godhood no longer remained a mere image from history—it had come alive in this world.

A very strange sensation.

As if possessing two bodies at once.

After complete fusion, the divine core became the “heart” of the historical projection, rooted within the ethereal avatar.

The light cocoon shattered, scattering radiant fragments.

Mortals ascended to the immortal divine throne, becoming eternal, illuminating all beings.

The Divine Realm hung high in the sky; countless beams of light flew from its starry expanse, converging into seventeen spears of light that encircled the God of Light.

This was the first time Su Lin had fully fused with his divine core since acquiring it.

Light particles formed a classical robe unlike any cultural style from Earth’s history; the divine thoughts and godly perspective of the historical projection reversed along the connection and positively influenced the hidden Su Lin.

The structure of world operation, the process of life’s creation and evolution, the micro-to-macro interpretations of the Light Law.

Su Lin abandoned concealment and stepped out from the rooftop of an office building.

[Heaven’s Forgetfulness] activated automatically; holiness and nature intertwined and shone upon his body.

From his perspective as “Su Lin,” through the essence of the Light Divine Core, the principles of the world lay within arm’s reach.

Human love, hate, emotion, joy, sorrow—all were but dust in the workings of Heaven’s Way.

Under Heaven’s Way, all changes were both destined and random.

The sun at its zenith tilts toward decline; things as they are born are already dying.

As a human, all he cared for, clung to, and desired had been set from the beginning.

His birth environment, the people and things he encountered, the information he absorbed—these constructed his essence.

I am I; I am not I.

Spiritual energy surged violently, transforming into a tide rushing toward Su Lin’s location.

The wind tossed his hair wildly as he walked step by step toward the sky, toward his divine self.

From the perspective of his body, the individual who became the God of Light was sacred and magnificent—a life form whose wisdom and existence approached perfection.

Su Lin’s consciousness drifted beyond his simple self, observing his mortal life through the God of Light’s gaze.

Universal love for all things; heaven and earth as one.

Spiritual energy gathered in his dantian; the rhythm of the Dao blended with the matured Light Law; countless lights and surging spiritual energy coalesced within Su Lin’s body.

In the sky, now that the miracle of the God of Light had descended, dark storm clouds rolled in, accompanied by thunderous might.

It seemed heaven and earth refused such a thing to exist, yet this thing drew near to the Dao.

Contradictory—extremely contradictory.

The calamity clouds hesitated, unwilling to unleash the heavenly tribulation.

“Come.”

Su Lin whispered, leaping into the clouds, charging toward the thunderous tribulation.

He needed the lightning to forge his body, refine his soul.

Foundation Establishment: clearing the ground and leveling the base, laying the foundation for ascending the Dao.

Golden Core: gold returns to the original nature, illuminating the true self, seeing the genuine self, formally stepping onto the path of the Dao.

As Su Lin’s Golden Core gradually took shape, the heavenly tribulation could no longer wait—its glorious heavenly might poured down.

Above the city, a golden barrier flared to life.

Su Lin plunged into the ocean of lightning, vanishing like a clay ox entering the sea.

Until, several minutes later.

Strange phenomena filled the sky.