Chapter 641: The Fortune‑telling Old Lord

Although Loki does this and that.

Calling him "gǎo jī" wouldn't be excessive.

But he does have some aspects he didn't deceive Yu Lin about.

He really has already resolved the Twilight of the Gods, and everyone who got involved were his Clones.

He successfully deceived fate, and only he alone stepped into the twilight.

The power he borrowed from his future self is sufficient to turn truth into falsehood, falsehood into truth, living up to the name God King.

But unfortunately, before him is Yu Lin, who is even more sinister.

In front of Yu Lin, there is no false made true, only truth; if he thinks it's true, then it is true.

At worst, he could invoke the law of speech following action or Wu Wei, and just directly modify it.

Ying Ge indeed was formed from Loki's heart, but when that half was split off, Loki's heart had already regenerated automatically, so retrieving it was useless.

Therefore, he simply gave up retrieving it, after all he didn't think Yu Lin would take it back.

He gave it to him.

At the moment Loki left.

Yu Lin's mission then entered a countdown.

Of course.

Now he is the master of the fish transformed from the Myth Book.

Whenever he wants to detach, he just fills it himself, so until the next day after having breakfast with Enna's family.

He then said goodbye and left.

Under their gaze.

Yu Lin waved his hand:

"Bye."

Then he turned around.

He gradually vanished into the distant grassland full of spring blossoms.

Until he completely disappeared.

Only then did Enna's family turn and walk toward their Wooden House.

【Mission Complete】

【Reward: Creation Power】

【Creation Power: the power of Creation】

【Next Wandering Myth countdown: Unknown】

【Myth is: Creation】

【Mission: Help the various Creator Gods create, and open one's own world】

【Reward: Supreme】

Yu Lin stood in the living room.

In the center of the living room stood a trophy, transparent and quite large, with the words "Global Champion" engraved on its base.

The trophy was polished to a shine, reflecting the ceiling lights; it was clear someone had specifically wiped it.

The three Dragon Lords were still sitting at the Computer, the screen showing a battle interface, and the keyboard clacking.

No matter how long Yu Lin walked, they had been playing the game that long; from the moment he entered to standing in the living room, none of them glanced back at him.

They only asked, "You're back?"

"Mm."

"Oh, okay then."

Yu Lin didn't say anything further, and stretched lazily.

Bone cracked a few times.

He was thinking of going downstairs to grab something to eat, had just taken a step, then suddenly stopped.

Standing still, his brows twitched slightly.

Then he turned, walked to the window, and opened it.

Wind poured in from outside, carrying the scent of soil from the downstairs flowerbed and the exhaust from distant road traffic.

He lifted his head and looked at the sky.

The sky was normal.

The clouds were white, the sky blue, and the sun was setting westward, tinting a few clouds orange‑red.

But he stared for so long that a dog‑walking old lady downstairs looked up at him, thinking he was watching something strange, also looked up, saw nothing, and walked away with her dog.

Yu Lin withdrew his gaze and rubbed his chin.

"Strange, why does it always feel like someone is watching me this time…"

He looked up again; the clouds were the same clouds, the sky the same sky.

He shook his head, "Maybe it's just a hungry illusion."

He turned and walked toward the door.

In the sky, those white clouds began to drift.

They had originally been stationary there, firmly fixed as if nailed by something.

Now they moved, drifting toward the distance at a moderate speed, indistinguishable from ordinary clouds.

Yu Lin went downstairs.

The remaining warmth of the sunlight fell softly on his body.

He squinted his eyes, walked a few steps in the community, then stopped.

"Lao Jun?"

In the small pavilion ahead sat a person, wearing a bluish‑gray Daoist robe, hair bound with a wooden hairpin, with a folding table in front, on which lay a Tai Chi Bagua diagram.

On the table were also a fortune‑stick tube, Copper Coins, a stack of yellow paper, and a brush.

A circle of people gathered around, mostly residents of the community, a few who had walked in from outside, and a security guard in uniform with his cap askew, holding a walkie‑talkie.

Lao Jun sat behind the table, stroking his beard, smiling brightly.

"No pushing, no pushing, line up, one by one!"

"Okay, okay! Did you hear that?! Line up!"

"Alright."

The crowd shifted, squeezing out a crooked line.

The first to step forward was a young woman in pajamas, hair loosely tied, clutching a red envelope in her hand.

She placed the red envelope on the table and nudged it forward.

"Daoist priest, I picked this up a few days ago; it contains a thousand, and a note saying it wants to borrow a month of my lifespan. What should I do?"

Lao Jun picked up the red envelope, drew out a note from inside, glanced at it, and put it back.

He stroked his beard and laughed, "No problem, spend it as you wish."

"If you're not at ease, tomorrow take a taxi, ride line 3 to South Station, transfer to line 7.................. then go east for five hundred meters, there's a Rulai Temple."

"Stuff the red envelope into the merit box, then light three incense sticks."

The young woman blinked, "Daoist priest, is this really okay?"

"No problem, if I, the humble Daoist, say it's fine, then it's fine."

"Alright, I'll go try it right now." The young woman picked up the red envelope, turned, and left.

The second person to step forward was a young man in a plaid shirt, hair messy, with two dark circles under his eyes.

He sat before Lao Jun, hands on his knees, hunched over, head lowered.

"Daoist priest, I still can't forget her; I dream of her every night... can you help me see if there's any fate left between us?"

"For marriage fate, go to the Yue Lao Temple; I don't handle that, next."

The young man opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Lao Jun waved his hand, "Go, go."

The third person was a middle‑aged man, looking somewhat disheveled.

He stood in front of the table, rubbing his hands, a bit nervous.

"Daoist priest, how can an ordinary person turn their life around?"

"Remember to sleep on your side."

Someone in the crowd laughed out loud.

The middle‑aged man froze for a moment, then laughed along, scratched his head after laughing, and turned to leave.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth people.

They asked everything—questions about wealth, health, even whether a lost cat could be found.

Lao Jun accepted everyone, answering swiftly; some answers were serious, some casual, some made people burst into laughter, some moved them to tears.

The line grew longer, even the other security guards at the community entrance gathered, squeezing into the crowd, craning their necks to look inside.

Yu Lin did not push his way in.

He stood by the flower bed beside a tree, hands in his pockets, watching Lao Jun busy there.

No rush, Lao Jun will come looking for him.

The sun set.

The horizon retained only a final streak of orange‑red. Lao Jun stood up and patted his Daoist robe.

"That's all for today, everyone disperse."

The crowd still didn't want to leave; some kept pushing forward.

"Daoist priest, when will you come next time?"

Lao Jun waved his hand. "I might not come tomorrow, nor the day after."

"If I feel like coming, I'll come."

"When fate brings us together, you'll see me; now go back and have a meal."

Only then did the crowd slowly disperse.

The security guard walked away holding his walkie‑talkie, the young people left in small groups, and a few elderly women walked while chatting, saying the Daoist priest was truly accurate.

Lao Jun began to pack up, putting the fortune‑stick tube, Copper Coins, yellow paper, and brush into a cloth bag, folding the Tai Chi Bagua diagram, and tucking the folding table under his arm.

Yu Lin walked over from the flower bed and stood before him.

"Lao Jun, what business do you have with me?"

"No hurry, have a meal first."