Chapter 397: The Great Flood

Mission Complete

Reward: Trait—Good and Evil

Good and Evil: know good, know evil, discern good and evil

Next Wandering Myth countdown: April

Myth: Journey to the West

Task: Turn the eighty‑one trials into eighty‑two, and duplicate a copy of the Great Vehicle Buddhist Dharma

Reward: Merit Golden Body

In the dormitory, the newly returned Dragon Lords, unable to utter a word, lunged noisily at their respective computers, and the boot‑up and login sounds erupted all at once.

Yu Lin stood where he was, closed his eyes, and deep in his mind a distant yet vivid memory scene automatically surfaced:

Noah led his family and living beings into the completed ark, sealing the hatch.

Above the firmament, ominous clouds gathered from all directions like a heavy lead‑gray curtain, stacking layer upon layer at an impossible speed, ultimately blotting out all sky light.

Within the clouds, the muffled thunder was not a crack but a continuous low roar, as if a lament rose from the earth's depths.

Lightning ceased to be isolated bolts; it spread like a spider's web through the cloud fissures, flashing the black sky in flickering light and sketching an apocalyptic outline.

And Yu Lin.

To be precise, it was his Clone standing among the clouds.

"Rain."

As the words fell, an indescribable law‑wave rippled outward.

In the next instant, the heavens seemed pierced!

It was not a drizzle, not a torrential downpour.

Not raindrops, but countless massive gray water columns linking heaven and earth, booming and roaring as they slammed the ground, their sound so huge it drowned every other noise!

"Flood."

Boom—!!!

Earth trembled, mountains shook! The once‑solid ground was no longer a support; it became another terrifying source.

Gaping, bottomless fissures gaped like ferocious wounds, spreading and opening across the earth!

Above, endless "windows" opened, rain pouring down.

Below, bottomless "springs" burst, torrents surging.

On the ground, first came an incredulous dead silence, then a full‑blown chaos and despair.

People fled their houses, looking up at the unprecedented terrifying sky; screams, cries, curses were instantly swallowed by the deafening roar of the rain.

Rainwater quickly gathered on the ground, turning streets into streams, streams into rivers.

Water levels rose at a visibly frantic pace, flooding thresholds and pouring into low‑lying houses.

The prosperous cities built on sin and greed met their end.

The towering walls of Enoch City, before the flood surge that crashed like mountains, were as fragile as sandcastles.

Turbid giant waves, bearing destructive force, shattered city gates, toppled towers, and swept the decadent or crude buildings along with the lives that could not escape into the raging torrent.

Lamai's magnificent mansion crumbled into broken walls amid the towering turbid waves, later completely covered by deeper waters.

The earlier city rife with brawls and robberies, whose streets once boasted giants and thugs, now struggled futilely in floodwaters up to their chests, necks, even over their heads.

Their proud, robust physiques were meaningless before nature's mighty force.

Some clutched floating wood, some scrambled onto wobbling rooftops, but most were smashed by rolling waves, dragged by underwater currents, or pulled down with companions in desperation.

Fearful faces, flailing arms, gaping mouths—all were ultimately swallowed by the murky, debris‑laden flood, leaving only fleeting bubbles.

The turbid torrent swept the plains, engulfed valleys, water levels kept rising, and even tribes that thought they held the high ground could not escape.

Once‑smoky settlements became vague shadows beneath the water.

The wicked struggled in the water.

Some had once ruled a region as strongmen, now as clumsy as drowning bears; others, once sly and ruthless bandits, now showed only primal survival instinct in their eyes.

They cursed the heavens, begged the deity, yet could not recall anyone ever urging them to do good.

They clawed at anything they could grasp, but all struggle seemed pale and laughable before the boundless, ever‑rising flood.

Strength drained, hope shattered.

In the end, struggling arms drooped helplessly, terrified wide eyes lost their spark, bodies filled with sin and desire sank slowly like other debris, into the bottomless, mud‑yellow abyss.

The clamor fell into dead silence, chaos sank into darkness.

Only a single ark drifted in the flood, yet it remained indestructible!

Finally.

The ark ran aground on Mount Alala, its hatch opened, Noah's family and the surviving life stepped onto the newborn earth, sunlight pierced the clouds, and a rainbow arched across the sky…

At this moment of profound transition, a mutation suddenly erupted.

A vague yet majestically indescribable light‑shadow appeared without warning at the edge of the Clone's perceived "field of view."

That light‑shadow seemed to gather a supreme law and will; its mere existence made the Clone's concentrated divine thought feel awe.

The Clone tried to "see" more clearly, attempting to discern the true form of the light‑shadow…

Yet, the next instant.

A gigantic, prank‑laden goofy ghost‑face abruptly filled the Clone's entire vision!

That ghost‑face squinted and winked, a stark contrast to the previously majestic, sacred aura…

Immediately after, the link between the Clone and the main body was severed.

All images, perceptions, and the Clone's very existence turned into pure darkness and void.

Memory halted abruptly here.

Yu Lin slowly opened his eyes, his face showing no particular expression, though the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He was silent for a few seconds, then simply shook his head, offering no comment.

Whatever, the mission's done anyway.

He stretched a big lazy yawn, and his whole skeleton emitted a faint crack.

He turned and walked straight to the bathroom.

Soon, the pattering water sounds rose, and steaming heat spread out.

Yu Lin let the warm water stream wash over his body.

A comfortable hot Wash is the proper way to resume modern daily life.

After finishing the Wash.

Yu Lin stepped out of the bathroom and patted his belly:

"Let's find a place to eat first."

At the thought, his clothes automatically switched to a set of casual wear.

It was midsummer.

Stepping out of the dormitory, the summer heat wave mixed with the city's unique scent hit his face, yet it didn't irritate him; instead it felt vividly real.

Yu Lin bought an ice pop at a roadside convenience store, strolling leisurely while pulling out his phone with his free right hand; the screen lit up, and notification red dots crowded the display.

He had spent a considerable time in the Noah era, but in the modern world, only a year had passed.

Because he often went off the grid before, his friends were used to it; if he couldn't be reached, they assumed he was either on a secret mission or off exploring some corner to "experience life," which didn't cause much stir.

During this year, Xia Guo's regulations and pilot projects concerning Chain Qi Cultivation, Demon Beast and spirit creature management and research, and the integration of Cultivators into modern society began to get on track, forming a system that, though imperfect, was functional.

Recently, word spread that several great powers were discussing jointly establishing a special "Moon cultivation base" on the Moon, suitable for high‑level cultivators to train or conduct certain cultivation experiments.

Yu Lin's name had originally been on the joint invitation list, but he was in the Noah side then, so he didn't reply, and the organizers assumed he wasn't interested.

"Alright."

Yu Lin's fingers flicked rapidly across the screen, clearing the accumulated messages.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket and focused on the melting ice pop; its cool, sweet taste chased away the heat.

He turned a corner and walked forward under the shade of trees.

Just after passing an intersection, a slightly familiar voice, tinged with irritation yet trying to keep an "official" tone, came from ahead:

"Hey, hey! Look carefully! This is a proper uniform, proper credentials! What do you mean 'there used to be Bi Ma Wen, now there's Bi Che Wen'?!"

"That's slander, it's defamation! Watch out or I'll smash your house glass… ahem, I mean, please cooperate with traffic management!"

"Cut the crap, your car's temporary parking is about to exceed the time limit; are you moving or not? If you don't, I'll definitely issue you a ticket!"

Yu Lin looked up and saw beside the intersection a figure in traffic police uniform wearing white Glove, standing by a temporary command platform, feigning seriousness while speaking to a driver who had rolled down the window and was cheerfully holding up a phone to take photos.

Who is this Xiao Jin, the monkey demon who previously dealt with the Civil Affairs Bureau?

Xiao Jin solemnly made the standard hand signals to direct traffic, occasionally dealing with curious onlookers stopping to take photos or even trying to snap a selfie with him, while retorting to drivers and pedestrians who teased him as a "monkey demon traffic cop" or joked about "Bi Ma Wen."

Under the blazing sun, sweat dotted its temples, yet its expression was unusually earnest; combined with its lively, darting eyes and occasional ear‑rubbing or chin‑scratching gestures, it created an oddly alternative yet somehow harmonious tableau.

Until it also spotted Yu Lin.

A look of surprise instantly flashed across its face, and it immediately pulled a phone from its pocket to dial: "Hello."

"Sister Diao Chan, it's me."

"Our big brother's here! Where?"

"Right here, yep, yep, next time remember to bring me the previous candy pills, okay, okay............"