Chapter 81: God of Light

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

Gentle radiance shot straight up into the clouds; at this moment, the boundary between night and day was broken.

Countless rays of light bent and twisted, weaving and coiling, transforming in the cosmos into a colossal tree that held up heaven and earth.

The branches of the great tree of light swayed, growing, and then the giant trunk split down the middle, falling to either side.

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

Like a mirage, yet utterly real.

"Oh heavens..."

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

They only felt an incomparable peace within, as if a wanderer who had come home saw autumn leaves fall; at this moment, the years of their lives gathered their thoughts and carried them to the threshold of wisdom.

One of the elements of creation—Light.

Pouring forth from the Divine Kingdom, they cheered and leapt, rushing into every corner they could reach, playing together with their companions on Earth the music of creation's dawn.

Dark valleys, deep jungles, the pitch-black deep sea—every place light could reach, they were not blinding, only just enough to drive out the darkness and give birth to life.

"God..." Zhou Tao removed his earpiece, staring blankly at the scene.

Su Lin in the sky, his eyes stained with the utmost divinity, his perfectly holy face bearing radiance, the six particle-formed

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

Thump.

It was a sound like a heartbeat.

Whether human or animal, visible or unseen, before the eyes of every living being appeared the image of a slumbering youth.

No—He was not before their eyes; He appeared within the minds of all beings.

"Get out!" A gentleman in a tailored suit bent over, his face twisted in agony; the golden dragon pupils that could make ordinary hybrids kneel in submission blazed brilliantly as he summoned every ounce of power he could muster, trying to drive that figure from his mind.

The earth quaked, wild winds howled, Lei Ting raged above this European manor, and countless flames burned the priceless collectibles inside the room to ash.

He whistled, and an eight-legged steed trampled Lei Ting, shattering the Hu Tao wood floor as it came to his side; a curved long spear hung from its saddle.

The man seized the long spear and raised it, attempting to channel his power to thrust at that phantom figure.

In the end, he lowered the spear.

Powerlessly accepting the fact that someone had kicked open the door to his domain and ground him into the dirt.

Feeling the peace and serenity within his mind, he laughed at himself bitterly; under the influence of this external power, his thoughts flowed faster than before.

Numerous plans and schemes took shape in his mind, waiting only for him to refine them before they could be used to deal with this strange and powerful existence.

"At least wait until I obtain the White King's bones."

At Kassel Academy, Angers stared in silence at Schneider, who had stood up from his wheelchair and removed his breathing mask.

"Principal." Schneider looked at the frostbite healing on his arm, speaking without raising his head: "He is bestowing a blessing."

"......"

Angers gazed at the majestic figure within his mind, lost in thought.

And in the central control room of Kassel Academy, a transparent maiden phantom provided miracles occurring all over the world; a disheveled man knelt on the ground, as if worshipping the figure in his mind, as though he had seen the descent of a savior.

The laws reshaped the bodies of mortals; the false historical projection no longer required Su Lin to expend a fixed amount of spirituality to maintain.

Light creates; flesh is born.

The historical projection of one who ascended to godhood was no longer an image from history—it had come alive in this world.

A rather strange sensation.

As if possessing two bodies at once.

After complete fusion, the divine spark became the "heart" of the historical projection, rooted within the ethereal avatar.

The cocoon of light shattered, fragments of fleeting brilliance scattering outward.

A mortal ascended to the immortal throne of godhood, becoming eternity, shining upon all beings.

The Divine Kingdom hung high in the heavens; countless streams of light flew out from the starry sky within the Divine Kingdom, gathering into seventeen spears of light that circled around the God of Light.

This was the first time Su Lin had fully merged with the divine spark since obtaining it.

Light particles conjured a classical robe belonging to no cultural style of any era on Earth; the divine thoughts and divine perspective of the historical projection, through their connection, actually produced a positive influence back upon him hiding in the gap.

The composition of the world's operation, the process of life's creation and evolution, the different analyses of the Law of Light from the microscopic to the macroscopic.

Su Lin abandoned concealment, stepping out from the rooftop of an office building.

【Gu Tianwang】 operated on its own, holiness and nature interwoven and shining upon the true body.

From the perspective of his life as the individual "Su Lin," to the essence of laws brought by the God of Light's divine spark, the principles of the world lay within reach of his hand.

Human love and hate, joy and anger, sorrow and pleasure, were like motes of dust within the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

Under the operation of the Heavenly Dao, the changes of all things were both destined and random.

The sun at noon turns to decline; things, when born, begin to die.

As a human, everything he cared about, clung to, and craved had all been set from the very beginning.

The environment of birth, the people and things encountered, the information received—these constructed his essence.

I am I, yet I am not I.

Spiritual energy surged and churned, transforming into a tide that rushed toward Su Lin's location.

The wild wind blew his hair into disorder as he stepped, one pace at a time, toward that sacred self in the sky.

From the perspective of the true body, the individual who had become the God of Light was sacred and great—a lifeform whose wisdom and life-level approached perfection.

Su Lin's consciousness drifted beyond the simple self, thinking and observing his still-mortal life from the perspective of the God of Light.

To love all things universally is to be one with heaven and earth.

Spiritual energy gathered at the dantian; the rhythm of the Great Dao mingled with the mature Law of Light, and within Su Lin's true body, billions of rays of light and the surging spiritual energy condensed together.

In the sky, at a time when the divine miracle of light had already descended, rolling black clouds had actually appeared, accompanied by the weight of ten thousand jun of Lei Ting.

It seemed Heaven and Earth would not permit such a thing to appear, but this thing was, alas, close to the Great Dao.

Contradictory—extremely contradictory.

The tribulation cloud stubbornly refused to bring down the Lei Jie.

"Come."

Su Lin called softly, and his whole person shot up into the clouds, charging toward the Lei Jie.

He needed the Lei Jie to temper his body and refine his soul.

The Foundation Builder clears the ground and levels the foundation, laying the groundwork for stepping onto the Great Dao.

The Jin Dan: when gold returns to one's nature at the beginning, the luminous true self is obtained and the true self is seen, formally stepping onto the path of the Great Dao.

When the Jin Dan in Su Lin's dantian gradually took shape, the Heavenly Tribulation could finally hold back no longer, and the majestic might of Heaven poured down.

And above the city, a golden barrier lit up.

Su Lin plunged into the vast ocean of Lei Ting, vanishing without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea.

Until, several minutes later.

A strange phenomenon hung in the air.