Chapter 246: A Bit of Miracle for You

Although Wan Shengcai sensed something amiss the moment he heard Yu Lin's name, now the arrow is on the string and must be shot.

From the moment he said he would kill Yu Lin and Dong Lin.

There was no room left for reconciliation!

He forced down his unease, a flash of feral light in his eyes, and shouted sternly:

"Enough! Since it is so, regardless of your status, all of you stay here for me today!"

"Act!"

He issued the order again, his tone ruthless.

Then, he turned confidently, his posture relaxed as he was about to sit back by the bath, ready to watch a bloody slaughter.

However, the anticipated burst of energy and the sounds of battle did not arrive.

Behind him, there was a dead silence.

Wan Shengcai's movements froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look—

He saw five or six He Zhen Realm strongmen still holding the posture they had when they entered, standing in place as if turned into statues.

Their faces were frozen in the expression of about to strike, but their eyes were hollow, as if their souls had been completely ripped out in an instant.

It was as if their time had been paused!

Seeing Yu Lin already at his front, he gritted his teeth and growled:

"Balance!"

In an instant.

The Balance domain instantly surrounded Yu Lin!

Within the domain, Yu Lin's expression changed instantly, showing incredulous astonishment, even exclaiming: "How, how is this possible... my power?!"

Seeing his reaction, Wan Shengcai's mind, which had been taut to the extreme, suddenly relaxed, as if a thousand‑pound burden had been lifted.

He sneered inwardly, thinking perhaps he had overthought it; it was just a coincidence of the same name, after all—how many Yu Lin are there in this world?

Why does it have to be that legendary figure?

A calm, all‑controlling smile resurfaced on his face, with a cat‑to‑mouse mockery: "Hmph, now you're scared?"

"Too late! You knew you were going to die, but only at the brink did you finally see reality!"

Speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a uniquely shaped dagger shimmering with eerie blue Rune appeared in his palm.

The dagger was not a lethal weapon, but could, at the moment of thrust, seal the space around the target, rendering it immobile; then the target would be like fish on a cutting board, at his mercy!

Wan Shengcai brimmed with confidence, as if he already saw Yu Lin locked by spatial power, his face showing despair.

He exerted his arm, the dagger bearing a strand of eerie light, thrusting into the empty space before Yu Lin, intending to trigger its sealing power!

However—

Crack!

A crisp sound like a jade chime rang out, unusually pleasant, but it froze Wan Shengcai's smile instantly.

In his sight, the strange dagger imbued with spatial power, three inches away from Yu Lin's body, seemed to hit an invisible, formless yet indestructible barrier.

The eerie blue Rune on the dagger suddenly extinguished like a dying candle in the wind.

Immediately after, the dagger itself emitted a series of fine "crack" sounds, shattering like fragile glass, turning into a cloud of glittering metallic dust that drifted down to the ground.

What chilled him deeper was that Yu Lin's original "astonishment" and "incredulity" receded like a tide, vanished without a trace, replaced by a hint of playful smile, as if everything just now had been a boring performance.

"Balance, huh?" Yu Lin said lightly, his tone calm: "An interesting Authority."

"Since that's the case... here, I'll split my 'Miracle' and give you half."

He said, and seemingly casually raised his hand, lightly pointing at the stunned Wan Shengcai.

In an instant, Wan Shengcai felt his consciousness forcibly pulled away by an irresistible great power!

The luxurious bathroom, the shattered dagger, the frozen subordinates before his eyes all blurred and faded away like a fading painting.

His vision was filled with endless, pure Holy WhiteLight, turning into a vast white expanse.

Within this boundless pure white, he vaguely "saw" himself stepping into a place whose brilliance and holiness defied description.

Light here coalesced into substance, forming roads and halls.

At the edge of his sight, endless light and shadow merged into a vague yet majestic humanoid silhouette, its face and form shrouded in endless radiance, indistinct yet exuding a soul‑shaking compassion and untouchable awe.

Immediately after, a gentle, calm voice, as if containing the universe's ultimate principle, resonated deep within his soul, each syllable bearing the power of Wash and judgment:

"Bearing such a heavy sin, your soul is soaked with impurity."

"Miracle will not accompany your path, and the Kingdom of Heaven's gate will not show any trace for you."

Bang!

The moment the judgmental words fell, Wan Shengcai felt an unstoppable massive force slam into him, hurling him backward violently!

He seemed to fall from the highest heights, wind howling at his ears, his eyes seeing rapidly swirling, bizarre scenes, as if passing through countless spatial barriers, crossing the boundary between life and death.

During the rapid descent, a massive door radiating warm, sacred light flashed in his view, then, under his desperate gaze, slammed shut!

The last sliver of light from "above" was completely cut off.

The scene in his perception changed dramatically again!

Pure white and holiness were instantly replaced by boundless dark red and dim yellow.

Scorching breath hit his face, the air filled with the smell of sulfur and despair.

He "saw" himself standing on a vast, endless wasteland ablaze with unextinguishable flames, the sky a oppressive dark red, countless souls wailing in pain struggling amid fire and thorns.

At the center of this infernal scene stood a towering throne, built from obsidian and unknown skeletal remains, unattainably high.

Upon the throne, a figure sat lazily.

He was shrouded in swirling shadows and hellfire, his face indistinct, only a pair of abyss‑deep eyes, with a mocking gaze that saw through all soul impurity, pierced space and fell upon the Wan Shengcai just "thrown" down.

A light laugh, tinged with amusement yet bearing supreme authority, clearly entered Wan Shengcai's deepest soul:

"It can bypass the Underworld's procedures and deliver directly to me…"

"Heh, you bastard, you should feel honored."

Wan Shengcai watched the man stand up and slowly walked toward him.

Only one thought occupied his mind.

"What the hell is actually happening?!"

"Enough."

Yu Lin lifted his foot and stepped over Wan Shengcai's corpse, turning his head as he was about to say something to Ning Ya.

The celestial brocade robe that had been quietly placed on a nearby shelf seemed suddenly infused with life, moving without wind, floating lightly upward, and flying straight toward Yu Lin.

Under Yu Lin's slightly startled gaze, and the surprised eyes of Ning Ya and Dong Lin, the robe, as if possessing its own will, actively unfolded.

It slipped around Yu Lin's arm, adhering to his shoulders and back, its hems fluttering like a long‑separated reunion, and finally, naturally and seamlessly, it fitted onto Yu Lin's body!

The moon‑white brocade robe perfectly matched his slender figure; the starlight glimmer and mysterious Dao Rhythm flowing across it seemed more vibrant, highlighting him as increasingly transcendent, as if he were the robe's destined master!

It was only at the moment he put it on.

Yu Lin then understood.

This was the Seventh Fairy Maiden thanking him for preserving Dong Yong's final bloodline grace.