Chapter 659: Things, Get Them Done for Me

After the sky, oceans, and mountains appeared, the world's outline was roughly complete.

Erebus and Nyx united, giving birth to Aether and Hemera.

Aether governs the high‑altitude ether and celestial light, while Hemera governs daylight.

Gaia and the sky god Uranus bore the Twelve Titans.

Later, together with the sea god Pontus, they produced five offspring: Neuros, Taomasu, Furcus, Ceto, and Ourebia.

These newly born deities will continue to unite and reproduce, gradually filling the world's void.

Yu Lin need not worry; they will finish the rest themselves.

So.

Yu Lin returned to the mortal world.

When he left, the weather was still fine; when he returned, it was already winter.

Heavy snow covered the whole city, thick drifts piled on the rooftops, branches bowed under the weight, and pedestrians shuffled through the snow, one foot deep, the other shallow.

He stood below, looked up at the sky, and snowflakes brushed his face, cool and tingling.

He pulled his phone from his pocket; the moment the screen lit up, the numbers of unread messages and missed calls jumped out, filling the whole display.

He glanced at the date—seven years had passed!

He shook his head and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

Traveling to a place that has no birth of time or space, the length of time elapsed on return is completely random, like opening a blind box.

He stepped toward the entrance of the residential complex.

Suddenly.

A strong spice aroma drifted in.

The Indian man at the doorway had a layer of snow on his hair and snowflakes on his eyebrows.

Clearly he had been waiting for Yu Lin's return.

He saw Yu Lin emerge, his eyes brightened, hands clasped, mouth open, about to speak.

Yu Lin raised his hand and cut him off.

"I just got back and need to rest for a while. Can't you hold on?"

Hearing that, the Indian man shook his head quickly, straightened his back, and said, "With Yintuoluo God King and the Gods present, it's not yet the point of collapse, and there's no need to be so anxious."

"Please rest assured."

"That's good," Yu Lin nodded, lifted his foot, and walked forward.

"Then you all, the urgent ones first."

"..................."

The Indian man stayed where he was, watching Yu Lin's silhouette recede.

Snow kept falling, laying another white layer over his shoulders.

He raised his hand, slapped his own mouth, and a crisp "slap!" rang out.

"I told you to be quiet, I told you to be quiet—now it's fine, right? How will you go back and report to the God King?"

He took two steps toward Yu Lin's direction, then stopped.

Yu Lin had reached the roadside, opened the door of a black sedan, and got in.

The driver's side window of the sedan lowered slowly; Heracles poked out half his face, grinned at the Indian man, his smile full of schadenfreude.

The window rose again, the car started, its tires carving deep tracks in the snow as it headed toward the end of the street.

The Indian man stood in the snow, watching the sedan vanish around the corner, fists clenched, teeth chattering.

A deep voice sounded in his ear,

"Watrli, how's the matter progressing?"

"Well, uh... it still needs a bit more time, now..."

"Come back to see me."

"Huh?"

"Come back to see me; I don't want to say it twice."

Watrli's fist loosened as he lowered his head:

"Yes, God King."

The Heavenly Realm, also called the Yintuoluo Realm.

Amorobati.

Royal City, the residence of the Gods' King, Heavenly Emperor Yintuoluo.

It is worth noting that besides Hinduism, the Heavenly Realm is called Trayastrimsha Heaven in Buddhism.

And Yintuoluo has an even more famous name in Buddhism.

Namely, Deva King.

When out in the world, who doesn't have a few alternate accounts?

Yu Lin now has enough alter‑ego accounts to field a whole soccer team.

At this moment.

Amorobati.

The city floated above the clouds, its walls built of gold bricks polished smooth as mirrors, reflecting the drifting celestial clouds.

On either side of the gate stood massive ivory‑carved elephants, their trunks curled and reaching toward the visitors.

Palaces inside the city rose one after another, their roofs tiled with glazed tiles that refracted rainbow light under the sun.

The gardens were filled with bodhi trees and mandala flowers, their fragrance mingling in the wind, drifting from one palace to another.

Yintuoluo's throne is set at the highest point of this city, with thirty‑six White Jade Pillars supporting the dome, and the dome is inlaid with ninety‑nine thousand nine hundred ninety‑nine gems, each representing an enemy Yintuoluo has conquered.

The throne itself is cast of gold, its backrest towering high, and its top is carved with a three‑headed, six‑tusk white elephant, its trunk curved into an arc that hangs directly above Yintuoluo's head.

But at that moment.

Above the city's dome, an abnormal sight appeared in the void.

Countless phantom shadows of the Heavenly Realm rose in layer upon layer, some from past eras, their golden bricks darker and the walls' outlines fuzzier; some from future eras, the palace styles stranger, gardens planting unknown plants;

Some came from worlds that might exist, where Yintuoluo was never crowned God King, or Amorobati was built elsewhere, or this city was never constructed at all.

The phantoms stacked layer upon layer, one overlaying another, like countless transparent canvases piled together.

With each passing moment, those phantoms became clearer by a fraction, their edges sharpening from blur, colors deepening from pale, forms tightening from loose!

They sank, slowly and inexorably descending, pressing toward the real Amorobati!

When all worlds fully appear, this city will be crushed, not even a single intact golden brick will remain!

Or, it will be replaced!

Yintuoluo sat high upon the throne.

He wore a golden armor inlaid with rubies and emeralds, a pattern etched across his chest.

His eyes were large, his eye sockets deep, and at this moment those eyes were filled with heaviness.

The Gods lined up on both sides, standing between the White Jade Pillars.

Some wore armor, some wore brocaded robes, some were shirtless, each with only a cloth strap tied around the waist.

They said nothing, only watching the person who hurried in from outside the Great Hall.

Watli ran into the Great Hall, rushed to Yintuoluo's side, knelt, his knees striking the jade floor with a crisp sound.

Yintuoluo lowered his head to look at him, and the Gods also looked at him,

"What is the situation, exactly?"

Yintuoluo's voice was deep, like distant thunder rolling across the sky.

Watli's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head even further.

His lips moved a few times, and a voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, tiny as a mosquito's whine.

"This... um, Yu Lin asked how our situation is; I thought we must not be despised, so I said you and the others can still endure, there's no hurry."

"He said, since that's the case, we'll take the last... I'm very sorry!"

He lay on the ground, his forehead pressed against the icy floor.

Yintuoluo's expression froze, his mouth still holding the previous angle, his eyes still wide, but his whole body seemed nailed by something.

The Great Hall grew even quieter, so quiet that one could hear the faint hum emitted by the ninety‑nine thousand nine hundred ninety‑nine gems in the Gem Dome.

Yintuoluo grabbed the object at hand.

It was a Golden Cup, its body engraved with exquisite patterns, its rim set with a ring of tiny pearls.

He hurled the Golden Cup onto the floor; it bounced twice, rolled to Watli's feet, its rim facing down, the pearls scattered across the ground.

"Has the matter been taken care of for me?"

Yintuoluo roared, his voice exploding from the throne:

"How did you handle it?!"