Chapter 237

The appearances of the former Fiend Demon and Brother Yanwang had long since vanished.

"I once saw…"

"Just a fleeting glance."

"You're not."

Lei Ting directly looked at the Lin Yu before her.

Back then, on that battlefield, she had heard the titles of the Fiend Demon and Brother Yanwang, but no one had ever truly seen them…

The legendary Brother Yanwang!

The Fiend Demon!

"…"

"…"

"…"

In response to Lei Ting's challenge, Lin Yu merely shook his head slightly, his expression calm and serene.

"You're not my match."

"Move."

He was wearing a black Bala High School uniform, which looked even better in cut and color than it had ten years ago.

His refined features gave him a scholarly air.

Especially.

After the great war, he cultivated his character, handled many affairs, had much to do, frequently issued orders, and often read books; over time, the aura of a superior seemed to grow ever stronger on him — impossible to conceal.

"You are absolutely not the Fiend Demon!"

"The legendary Fiend Demon…"

"Died ten years ago."

"Even if he hadn't died, you couldn't possibly still look the way you did ten years ago?"

Lei Ting spoke coolly, her gaze fixed directly on the Lin Yu before her; her face was beautiful, with a touch of haughtiness, and her lovely eyes scanned Lin Yu.

Her words.

Instantly jolted everyone awake!

That's right!

The Fiend Demon and Brother Yanwang had vanished back then; even if they hadn't vanished, the current Brother Yanwang should be twenty-eight — but this young man before them.

Showed no sign of being twenty-eight at all; instead, he seemed…

To look…

More like…

Eighteen years old!

Looking at the blocking Lei Ting, Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly; he hadn't expected that merely entering Ultimate Class would still bring him this outdated routine.

Just as he was about to step forward…

Suddenly.

Hum.

"…"

Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance.

A sensation of spacetime.

Appeared in his perception.

"A spacetime rift."

Thinking.

His figure vanished instantly from where he stood.

"?"

"?"

"?"

Watching Lin Yu's figure disappear, everyone was stunned — it was as if he had vanished into thin air, completely unseen!

"So, so fast!"

Hua Hua Linglong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Speed — too fast; even warriors like them hadn't been able to catch it.

"Pfft!"

"Said he was the Fiend Demon, yet he won't even fight our KING!"

But following this…

Came even greater suspicion of Lin Yu's identity!

"Fleeing from battle? How could that be the Fiend Demon?"

"Exactly — the Fiend Demon was a legendary figure; how could he flee from battle?"

The Ultimate Class students shook their heads, convinced Lin Yu could not possibly be the Fiend Demon or Brother Yanwang!

That was…

A legendary existence.

Why would he fear them?

Of course, they did not know that Lin Yu had sensed something far more important.

Hum!

Lin Yu's figure appeared beneath a Tianqiao.

He stood on the Tianqiao, surrounded by riverbanks; beneath him lay an archway, the very spot where Duan Duan Changren would later set up his stall.

Correct.

Although Duan Duan Changren had become a second-tier existence within Dengtian Pavilion, he still continued to set up his stall—it seemed to grant him deeper meaning.

Now, that place had long since changed beyond recognition; only a vagrant lay quietly beneath it.

"The story…"

"Has returned to its beginning."

Lin Yu spoke softly.

Perhaps.

Just as the Golden Pen Guest had said, in the end, the story always returns to the correct timeline and plotline—even if the ending is altered, time and space will guide the narrative back onto its proper path. This is fate's predetermined control, inescapable for all.

Hum—

Boom—

Not long after his appearance.

The heavens.

In an instant…

A crack appeared!

"Here it comes."

Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and instantly, his long-dormant combat index surged—his entire body's combat index skyrocketed in an instant!

In this spacetime where combat index had been absent for over a decade, once again…

Combat index surges!

'10000…'

'20000…'

'30000…'

He casually surged to 30,000 points, then his body blurred into a lingering afterimage, vanishing toward the crack in an instant!

As he neared the crack, he felt the terrifying chaos of spacetime currents within—and there, amid those currents, a figure lay still.

The familiar weapon, Longwen Ao, emitted a red glow, protecting that body.