Chapter 537: The Day the World Was Destroyed

Although saying so is a bit untimely, he can still be said to have watched Yang Yixie grow up.

Of course, this "growing up" isn't the ordinary kind; I recall that in the original timeline, he never imagined that a tiny spy sent by the opposite side could eventually turn Tianmian City upside down.

In that timeline, Yang Yixie caused even more chaos than now, and Tianmian City wasn't merely pierced with a hole—it was completely unrecognizable.

Mu Linyuan's return was originally due to a plan's mistake, but when they patched the breach, Yang Yixie seized the chance.

They say the barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes; after Yang Yixie's soul was brought to this world, almost every timeline was obedient—perhaps he discovered something on that line and then just suppressed a massive surge.

Having nothing in this world, Yang Yixie realized his existence had become a catalyst accelerating his family's death, and once he lost all restraints, that was true lawlessness.

Only that one time, Mu Linyuan's timeline was reset because Yang Yixie hurled the entire Tianmian City like a cannonball toward the ground, affecting the deep‑buried device as well.

Later, during another reset, he found Yang Yixie's soul in the device and had his first communication with the world's Yang Yixie.

Yang Yixie still has a living older brother in this world; he may not understand the parallel‑world Yang Yixie, but does he not understand himself?

When Mu Linyuan confronted him, he slowly uttered two words:

"Deserved it."

Do they think that us, whose bodies were taken by Undead, would suddenly look kindly on the Church?

Afterwards Mu Linyuan sweet‑talked, trading the truth about Yang Yixie's parents' death gathered in this run for the cooperation of the next‑run 'Yang Yixie'.

Logically, only souls replaced by Undead would be transferred into the device, but to cooperate with Yang Yixie, Mu Linyuan still struck a deal to collect fragments of his parents' souls by any means.

The only luck may be that the period between Yang Yixie's parents' death was brief, yet within that short span he already transformed from an ordinary student of Heavenly Dome City into an undercover in Tianmian City.

At this point, Mu Linyuan finally succeeded in getting this world's 'Yang Yixie' to discuss with him how to save the world from Yang Yixie's own hands.

The deity destroyed the world, and they could at least flee to another world; Yang Yixie went berserk, truly intending to drag everyone in this world to ruin.

Oh, by the way, the game system beside Yang Yixie now is still one he built by combining the Aberrant Arts data Mu Linyuan gave about Yang Yixie with his own Aberrant Arts.

The manifestation of Aberrant Arts depends on the soul; even if they are the same person from parallel worlds, the arts may differ—one may awaken, another may not.

Yang Yixie's Aberrant Arts belong to the Chaos Law, but even with Mu Linyuan's aid, what they can achieve is limited.

Sometimes he also hates his own impulsiveness; who knows, that night they nearly broke their legs trying to get Ying Duo a piece of glowing green.

If we speak of their greatest progress, it's probably that they sent the plague god Yang Yixie back to Heavenly Dome City, keeping him away from Tianmian City's Core device.

But humans are like that—never satisfied, always greedily craving more life.

They have already fortified defenses around Yang Yixie to prevent their world from prematurely perishing; can they now drag the other‑world Yang Yixie along to bring death to that deity?

If a divine decree can't be fulfilled, then it won't be; game guides have never been singular, nor is there a standard answer.

Everyone has their own way to play; how to play and what game to play is up to each individual.

He only knows one thing: the deity displayed his Blood Bar and a dungeon entrance, as if extending an invitation.

Since it can be cleared, there's no reason not to try.

"You're nervous?" the glowing green light sphere asked Mu Linyuan, curious.

"That's only natural, after all I've seen that ending."

Mu Linyuan couldn't help shaking his head; he had witnessed that most tragic ending.

It wasn't the deity they constantly warned against that destroyed the world, but an Undead forced into it; it used a barrage that incinerated the whole world to show how much it despised this world.

The Tianmian hanging high above Heavenly Dome fell, and the bustling city plummeted rapidly toward the ground, bringing an unquenchable blaze.

All around him was dead silence; were there any survivors of that disaster? He didn't know.

He only heard the roar of flames and endless artillery striking the world, venting its grievances.

Looking up, he saw countless cannon barrels replacing where Tianmian City once stood; the dense muzzles were so thick he couldn't even discern the color of the energy keeping them afloat.

So this is what the end of the world looks like.

The sky was filled with countless barrels and guns, while the ground roared with explosions that sparked eternal flames and robots that slaughtered indiscriminately, delivering death to everyone.

Just before the shells rained down, Mu Linyuan vaguely reset the timeline.

Had he been a step later, Yang Yixie would have truly led this world to annihilation.

"Which ending?" the flat voice was terrifying.

Mu Linyuan instantly recognized whose voice it was; honestly, after spending so long with 'Yang Yixie' he'd become somewhat desensitized, yet his heart still tightened when facing Yang Yixie.

Even so, Mu Linyuan had to blink, quickly compose himself, and look at the person before him.

Being stared at by those hollow golden eyes was undeniably chilling, yet Mu Linyuan's expression remained unchanged.

"The ending of this world."

"Oh, so you rewound time? Or did you simply see the futures of many timelines?"

Ying Duo replied expressionlessly; ability users tied to time basically can't escape this script, a rather common trope.

"Let's just discuss the consequences of your actions directly; if you want to tell a story, that's fine—we'll just treat it as entertainment."

Indeed, when Ying Duo showed up, he wasn't the only one.

It's like a family‑wide brawl; the ones who entered the dungeon are the same people now showing up.

When the drama‑seeker heard someone wanted to tell a long story, he promptly sat on the ground and began stacking a house of cards; the others, unconcerned, simply sat down as well.

But his gaze… could hardly be called friendly.