Chapter 82: My Golden Core Can Sing

“Brother, who exactly have you been friends with outside?”

This was what Lu Mingze said to him before leaving, his face filled with complex emotions—he rarely saw Lu Mingze look like this.

Lu Mingfei stared in stunned silence at the illuminated seabed.

Genji Sou entered the communication channel: “Do you all have a figure in your minds?”

“Correct,” Chu Zihang picked up the mic and replied, “What is it? A hallucination caused by Dragon Script?”

“How many more things are you hiding from us! This kind of critical intelligence should’ve been reported earlier!”

Kaiser’s tone was harsh—he could accept detonating a nuclear-powered cockpit to destroy the Dragon Clan, but repeatedly withholding intelligence was, in his eyes, betrayal of his teammates.

“I have a figure in my mind too!” Genji Sou shouted, “Everyone! Including ordinary people, every nation, every single person!”

“It’s appeared in everyone’s minds—no, that’s not a person… it’s a god…”

Genji Sou’s voice grew faint, as if something had drawn his attention away.

Lu Mingfei: “@Su Lin”

Lu Mingfei: “Big brother, stop messing around.”

Xiao Yan: “What’s Su Lin up to now? Starting another stunt?”

He didn’t know that Su Lin had no spare attention to spare for the chat group.

What kind of sect is the Xian Ning Sect?

Su Lin didn’t know.

Within the Wangshu Pavilion, the records and descriptions of that world were scarce.

He could only reconstruct the sect’s image in his mind through the cultivation technique called 【Heavenly Forgetting】.

A technique that begins at the Qi Condensation stage, striving to align with the Dao, with the core principle of preserving heavenly principle and extinguishing human desire.

He didn’t know if the people of this sect were good, but they were certainly not evil.

Why is this technique so demanding in terms of enlightenment?

If the Immortal Path is unreachable, then extinguish human desire and use the human form to simulate the operation of Heaven’s Dao.

Creation, destruction, cause and effect, fate.

The deeper one understands the fundamental nature of the world’s rules, the more effective the cultivation, and the easier 【Heavenly Forgetting】 becomes.

The creator of this technique was a madman—and a fanatic.

A “fanatic” willing to pay any price to become immortal.

He burned his own desires with insane fervor; all vines of good and evil were consumed by madness, leaving only ashes and…

True Self!

The influence of the Light Divine Core erupted fully.

Above Earth’s sky, a landscape of ink-and-wash painting emerged: mist swirling, majestic mountains, sun and moon coexisting, ancient trees towering, silver waterfalls cascading from the heavens, and a hazy figure stepping out from the painting.

With each step he took, light shimmered across his body, and the mist over his face thinned slightly.

By the ninth step, his form had already covered the entire sky; the mist on his face vanished completely.

Surprisingly, he bore a strong resemblance to the “god” appearing in all living beings’ minds, but his features were distinctly Eastern.

Unlike the sacred radiance of a deity, he sat atop the ninth heaven, expressionless, eyes like an eternal sun, coldly observing all changes in the world.

The ink-and-wash world hovered behind him, standing side by side with the heavenly realm above.

The phenomenon did not last long—it vanished after the thunderclouds dispersed at some location on Earth.

“Golden Core has formed.”

The Light Divine Avatar and Su Lin’s original body spoke simultaneously; the Conceptual Tree outside the planet began to heal and draw together from its split sides, and the heavenly realm above was about to close.

All beings noticed the figure in their minds gradually departing; some called out in longing, trying to retain the god.

Others exhaled in relief, as if a massive boulder had finally fallen from their hearts.

Only after the god’s figure vanished from their minds did voices erupt across the globe.

In hospitals, cured patients and their families wept; vegetative patients who had lain unconscious for decades awoke, and blind disabled people stared curiously around them.

Priests praised, believers knelt, and the faithless began to waver.

Some fanatics, after the calm and peace, felt greed stir within them, planting seeds of craving.

On war-torn Earth, soldiers received orders and laid down their weapons—for now.

The world ahead was destined to remain anything but peaceful.

Seventeen light spears shot out in all directions, reaching their prearranged seventeen locations within one second.

This was an agreement he had made with another Lu Mingfei.

Some locations were in deserts, others on islands, some in suburban cities.

Where the Light Spears struck, violent explosions erupted—every living thing and structure was purified by light, leaving only crystals formed by extreme heat.

Su Lin’s original body abandoned flight, falling freely through the sky, while the Light Divine Avatar flashed forward, seized his body, and transported it into the divine realm.

Meanwhile, the Light Divine Avatar dissolved into countless light particles and arrived atop the Water Mirror Peak.

“The expert’s explanation for last time’s toilet explosion still hasn’t been cleared up after two days.”

After the phenomenon vanished, someone asked their husband: “What will they say this time?”

“Who cares what they say,” the man lit a cigarette, “I just know my impotence is cured.”

“?”

“Come on, come inside with me!”

Tonight was destined to be sleepless; Earth’s people, awed by the divine miracle, began probing the god’s existence, and countless events buried beneath the surface slowly peeled away their outer shells.

Su Lin, within the divine realm, inwardly examined his “mutated” Golden Core.

When he projected his spiritual awareness into his dantian, a sacred sound resonated—it came from his Golden Core.

Before him floated a white-gold, perfectly round core, with a faint white six-winged shadow seated calmly upon it.

Su Lin’s expression turned peculiar: My Golden Core can sing?

At 8,000 meters beneath the sea

Amidst a world-ending roar, the shockwave arrived as expected—the shockwave from the nuclear-powered cockpit’s explosion.

Lu Mingfei’s face was tense; he had already contacted Zhongli, whose application to enter this world was ready.

If anything went wrong, he’d approve the application and have Zhongli come over to deploy a shield.

He’d learned this skill from idly browsing the lore.

Fortunately, everything unfolded nearly identically to the original story—somehow, they’d made it through unscathed.

Nope.

The screen showed tens of thousands of dark shadows surging upward from the seabed at high speed, clustering into a black vortex.

These were the last group to emerge from Takamagahara—and they hadn’t been touched by the nuclear blast.

Lu Mingfei exhaled sharply; he couldn’t gamble his brother’s and Kaiser’s lives on a plotline from a book.

He couldn’t afford to lose.

Just as he was about to act…

“Weird.”

Lu Mingfei suddenly collapsed, exhausted, floating in the seawater, icy coldness surging down from above.

“What happened?”

He had no intention to look up—but his head turned upward on its own.

Long hair like deep crimson seaweed, a shrine maiden’s attire, a katana in hand, eyes cold as ice.

“Hiragi?”

Lu Mingfei’s body moved uncontrollably, struggling toward her.

He felt like a third-party spectator watching a live-action film.