Chapter 318: Where Did the Entrance Go?

A small street‑side noodle shop, the aroma of cooking thick in the air.

Yu Lin had just bent over, slurping a big mouthful of noodles, chewing the fragrant tender beef, when two figures breezed in, rushing straight from the doorway and stopping precisely at his table, blocking a bit of light.

Yu Lin paused, swallowed the food, and raised his head with some puzzlement.

The newcomers were two Daoists, both with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, chests rising slightly, looking as if they'd been running.

One was very young, about twenty years old; the other looked middle‑aged, with a steadier face.

Notably, both wore their hair in topknots.

It reminded Yu Lin of ZhouYi, the divination‑skilled teammate from his old squad, who was of the Quanzhen Sect.

"Two Daoist elders, what brings you here?" Yu Lin set down his chopsticks and asked politely.

The two Daoists, hearing this, immediately performed a respectful bow, their movements standard and reverent.

The younger Daoist spoke first, his voice still a little breathy from running: "I am Daoist disciple Chen Youfu."

The middle‑aged Daoist followed: "Ling Bao Sect's Lu Yu."

Both together said: "We have met Master Yu!"

This display and address drew the curiosity of the other diners in the noodle shop.

Yu Lin felt a bit uncomfortable under their gaze, quickly raised his hand in a feigned gesture: "Alright, alright, no need for such courtesy, sit down and speak, sit down and speak."

He then asked: "Have you eaten?"

Chen Youfu and Lu Yu exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads a little embarrassed: "Not yet."

"Then that's perfect, I'm not full either, let's eat together." Yu Lin invited naturally, then turned to the counter and shouted: "Owner, add a few dishes here! And bring two more sets of bowls and chopsticks!"

When wine and food were plentiful.

Yu Lin wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, looking at the two clearly relaxed Daoist elders across from him, and returned to the point: "Alright, we've finished eating, now you may tell me what exactly you came for."

Chen Youfu set his teacup down, his expression turning solemn again, and began: "Master Yu, it is as follows."

"Recently, the once‑in‑a‑decade Luotian Grand Ritual is about to commence. We, the Heavenly Master and the various high‑level practitioners, have come to invite all true cultivators of the world to attend and consult. Of course, you, Master Yu, are also on the invitation list."

He paused, his tone growing even more serious: "Especially… recent events have led the Heavenly Master and senior elders to believe that your presence at this ritual may be crucial…"

Lu Yu took over, adding the most critical and astonishing point: "A few days ago at the Heavenly Master's residence, while we were discussing the ritual's host, the Taishang Statue suddenly responded, shifting slightly, its feather‑duster moving without wind, and it fell, landing right on an invitation."

Lu Yu's gaze burned toward Yu Lin, his voice tinged with awe: "And that invitation was intended for you, Master Yu!"

"The Heavenly Master said this is the Supreme Manifested Saint, descending a decree that we must respectfully invite you, so we hurried down the mountain, searching all the way."

Lu Yu earnestly asked: "May I know… what you think, Master?"

Yu Lin: "…………"

Tai Shang Lao Jun? Not going to refine alchemy, what does the Manifested Saint want with him? Is he just bored up in the heavens looking for some fun?

Forget it.

Yu Lin thought that he really hadn't seen the Luotian Grand Ritual, the highest‑level Taoist ceremony, in person, so joining the festivities might be nice.

Thinking that, he nodded and accepted:

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

He then asked: "Specifically, when does it start?"

Chen Youfu and Lu Yu, seeing his eager agreement, instantly showed an uncontrollable joy, almost in unison replying:

"In five days!"

"If Master Yu wishes to go now, we have already prepared a guest room."

"No." Yu Lin stood up, leaving a line:

"I'll go myself in five days; for other matters, you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to find me."

"If you can't find me, call me; regardless of whether the line connects, just call me."

"Farewell."

With those words, he left the restaurant.

Only Lu Yu and Chen Youfu stared at each other, both relaxed, saying:

"The matter is finally completed!"

Night.

The moon bright, stars sparse.

Yu Lin did not collapse onto his bed to scroll videos as usual; instead he leisurely watched the little spirit fish drifting slowly in his palm.

Since the return of Arthur King's era, a previously dim scale on the fish has been lit, and on that scale a tiny, exquisite King's Sword emblem appears!

Not just that one; looking closely, other scales faintly show symbols such as Ji Gong's broken fan, Loki's flame, and other previously seen marks, as if these mythic‑powered items or seals have been incorporated into the fish's scales.

"Not bad." Yu Lin nodded approvingly, pleased with the state of this small 'collection hall.'

Then, his mind shifted, recalling the 'Supreme Manifested Saint' the two Daoist elders mentioned during the day.

He decided to go to the Heavenly Court and ask Tai Shang Lao Jun what he intends.

Think it, do it.

Yu Lin concentrated his thoughts, and the next moment his spirit left his body, as if breaking free of gravity, floating lightly upward.

He planned to let his spirit out and wander the Heavenly Court.

However, the development seemed beyond his expectation.

His spirit rose higher and higher, piercing the clouds, overlooking the earth's lights merging into a band, eventually becoming a faint light strip on the planet's arc.

The doubt in his heart spread like ink dropped into clear water, growing denser.

Until he kept flying upward.

Until he broke through the atmosphere and entered the cold, lonely Outer Space.

Looking back, the blue Earth turned slowly, magnificent beyond words, but… where is the Heavenly Court?

He even flew all the way to the Moon, drifting down onto the gray ground dotted with craters, back against a leftover lunar rover wreckage that was already scarred by time.

Yu Lin scratched his head, looking at the desolate, dead‑silent lunar surface before glancing again at the blue planet floating in the black velvet‑like space, his face full of big question marks:

"No."

"Where is the Heavenly Court entrance?!"