Chapter 670: My Myth

"Press this to start first, and then…"

Yu Lin approached the elder's screen and pressed the power button.

WhiteLight burst forth, devouring everything. The only thing left in view was the mischievous smile at the elder's mouth corner.

Then Yu Lin stood amid a field of pure white.

There was no sky, no earth, no up, down, left or right.

Only a expanse of pure white.

Ahead, a hovering Chaos Light Sphere.

Next to the sphere stood a figure clad in a white robe.

"Is that God?"

The figure turned around.

Yu Lin saw the face. It was not the dignified elder he imagined, nor the judge seated on the clouds.

Instead it was a face he knew better than any, gentle and calm, radiating a reassuring warmth:

"Yu Lin, my dearest friend."

"We meet again."

Yu Lin walked over and stood beside him:

"So, did God send you here as a laborer?"

Jesus shook his head and raised his right hand.

A speck of light shimmered at his fingertip, compressed to the extreme, encompassing every hue while transcending the very notion of color.

A fish swam out from Yu Lin's forehead and settled in Jesus's palm.

Jesus cupped it and sent that speck of light into the fish's mouth.

Words floated before Yu Lin's eyes:

【Mission: Open a world on behalf of God】

【Reward: God's Origin】

The fish swallowed the last strand of light and flicked its tail.

Jesus handed it back to Yu Lin.

"I'm not the laborer, you are," Jesus's laughter echoed through the pure white space.

"My dearest friend."

Yu Lin looked at his beaming face.

"Alright, the waters have already been released, it has made you great, this step is no problem."

"Right here?"

Jesus raised his hand and pointed at the Chaos Light Sphere.

"This is it."

Yu Lin turned and walked to the front of the Chaos Light Sphere.

The gray‑white mist on the sphere's surface recoiled as he approached, as if it were conscious.

He placed his hand on the sphere and began work.

Six days of creation were compressed into a fleeting instant: light split from Chaos, sky rose from the waters, land emerged from the sea, vegetation grew upon the earth, sun, moon and stars hung in the heavens, fish swam in water, birds flew in the sky, livestock walked, and beasts crouched.

Adam and Eve held hands standing in the newly formed garden.

On the seventh day, Yu Lin rested from his work.

He rested, just like God.

The completion text appeared.

God's Origin manifested; Yu Lin summoned the fish and pressed this Origin onto the fish's last dim Scale on its back.

The Scale lit up.

All the Scales illuminated simultaneously—red, blue, gold, purple, black, white, and colors beyond description—all shining.

The fish's body turned into a ball of light.

The light began to converge, compressing from the edges toward the center, gathering from the tail to the head, and all the light was drawn into the transparent Scale at the fish's core.

The transparent Scale contained everything.

Both existent and non‑existent, reality and illusion, events that occurred and those that did not, all possibilities and impossibilities streamed within the Scale, like countless rivers raging in a single channel!!

The fish swam toward Yu Lin, its head sinking into his forehead, then its body, then its tail.

For each inch that entered, Yu Lin's body brightened an inch.

Finally, his whole being became transparent.

Through his body one could see the white space behind.

The light sank down, into the skin, into flesh, into bone, into the depths of consciousness, into the root of existence.

Finally.

The fish fully merged with him.

Yu Lin opened his eyes.

He saw the line.

It wasn't seen with the eyes, but perceived by his very existence.

The line came from the void, passing through countless worlds, linking them like a string threading countless beads.

Those trembling worlds were arranged along the line—some near, some far, some quivering violently as if about to burst, others peacefully still like sleeping infants.

At the end of the world line, at the edges of those worlds, where reality meets the void, stood one figure after another—tall as mountains, faint as mist, blazing like fire, solid as ice, and others beyond any imaginable description.

They stood at the ends of their own myths, hands pressed on the world lines, maintaining the existence of those worlds.

The gaze passed through the void, through time, through all barriers, and landed on Yu Lin.

Jesus's voice sounded in his ear:

"Yu Lin, my dearest friend."

"Our myth you have completed; then, yours?"

"Mine?"

Yu Lin watched it all.

The thread hung before him, thin and bright, as if woven from starlight.

It came from the void, returned to the void, its beginning unknown, its end unknown.

Something flowed across the surface of the thread—not light, not shadow, something like—possibility.

Countless possibilities!

He lifted his hand, his fingertips touching the thread.

In that instant, the void behind him cracked.

It blossomed.

Like a flower blooming in a moment, thousands of petals unfurled simultaneously, each petal containing a world, each world containing a him!

He saw himself standing atop a towering mountain, clouds roiling beneath his feet, a brilliant star river overhead.

He wore a long robe, his hair streaming in the wind, a crimson sword in his hand, and said: "A true man should be like this," discarding the Human World.

The scene flickered.

Yu Lin saw a charred expanse of land.

In front of him stood a figure, drenched in blood, knees sunk into the soil, face indistinct, only a pair of eyes visible, within which lay a faint calm.

That one's lips moved, uttered something, then his body turned into a Light Dot, dissipating into the wind.

Yu Lin knew this was a world he might have visited.

The scene flickered again.

He saw himself standing by a great river, its water murky, waves raging.

Behind him trailed a crowd, ragged clothes, gaunt faces, yet their eyes shone, bright as stars in the sky.

He turned his head, glanced at them, then turned around, raising his hand toward the river.

The river split.

Water walls rose on both sides, towering into the clouds, revealing a dry passage between.

He led those people across the riverbed, toward the opposite shore.

The scene accelerated.

He saw himself seated on a Dragon Throne, crown atop his head, clad in mysterious robes, ministers kneeling and shouting "Long live!"

He saw himself kneeling in a temple, kowtowing to a deity statue, his forehead striking the ground, thudding.

He saw himself holding a person, her face buried in his arms, he could not see her features.

He saw himself standing beneath the Starry Sky, surrounded by a group of young people in eccentric attire, chatting and laughing; he too laughed, laughing like a carefree youth.

Countless scenes, countless Yu Lins.

They emerged from the void behind him, one after another, dense and overwhelming.

Some wore ancient garb, some futuristic clothes, some wore nothing at all, their bodies covered in a layer of scale armor.

Some towered like mountains, some were as tiny as dust.

Some radiated light, like a sun; others hid in darkness, leaving only a pair of eyes.

They stepped out.

They stood behind him, watching him.

They were all Yu Lin!

Each Yu Lin held a thread in his hand.

The other end of the thread was attached to the main thread before him.

Thin and bright, as if woven from starlight.

Yu Lin moved.

He walked forward.

The first step.

Among the Yu Lins behind him, one stepped forward.

That Yu Lin wore a white divine robe, holding a scepter whose tip was set with a gem, within which burned an eternal flame.

He glanced at Yu Lin's silhouette, then turned, walking toward another direction.

He walked slowly, yet each step spanned mountains and seas, time and space.

Before him, the void split open, and on the other side lay a vast world—towering mountains reaching the clouds, bottomless oceans, cities soaring in the sky, giants walking the earth.

That Yu Lin entered, leaving behind a thin thread.

The second step.

Another Yu Lin stepped out.

This Yu Lin was covered in wounds, a scar slashing from forehead to chin, yet he smiled brightly.

He bowed toward Yu Lin, then turned, walking toward the other side.

The world before him was a ruin, charred land, collapsed cities, black rain falling from the sky.

He stood at the center of the ruins, arms spread, head raised, letting the rain strike his face.

Then, light surged from his body like a tide, flooding that ruin.

Third step.

Fourth step.

Fifth step.

With each step Yu Lin took forward, another Yu Lin would depart from behind him.

Each departing Yu Lin carried a thread and walked toward a world.

In those worlds there were myths, legends, epics, tragedies, comedies, and stories yet unwritten.

In some worlds he won.

He became a god, an emperor, a hero revered by all.

In some worlds he lost.

He died, vanished, turned to dust.

But whether he won or lost, with his presence bringing that thread in, the world became stable and whole!

Behind Yu Lin, the number of Yu Lins dwindled while the threads spreading out grew more.

Those threads stretched from the void behind him like glowing rivers, flowing in all directions toward those vast worlds.

They passed through time, through space, through the boundary between life and death, through the limit between possibility and impossibility.

Wherever they reached, the world began to turn.

The sun rose, the moon set, rivers rushed to the sea, seeds broke through the soil.

People were born, people died, people loved, people hated.

Some raised flags on battlefields, some wrote verses in studies, some cultivated for a thousand years in deep mountains, some hawked their wares for a day in bustling markets.

Innumerable stories, innumerable fates, innumerable possibilities.

All of it hung upon that thread!

Yu Lin reached the end.

Before him there was no road.

There was only a void—boundless, profound, eternal void.

He knew what lay beyond that void: nothing and everything.

He no longer moved forward.

He simply stood here.

He turned around and gazed at everything behind him.

The countless threads, those he had sent forth flowing toward innumerable worlds, formed a vast net spread before him.

At each node of the net hung a world, and in every world there was his shadow.

Some worlds were ancient, some were young.

Some worlds were vast, some were tiny.

Some worlds were filled with light, some sank into darkness.

Yet in every world there was he.

Not the same him, but countless hims.

Strong, weak, successful, failed..........

Each walked his own path, writing his own story.

Yu Lin looked at all this and smiled, as if after a long journey he had finally come home; as if after writing a long poem he had finally laid down the last stroke; as if after waiting a lifetime for a flower to bloom he finally saw the garden in full spring.

He looked toward Jesus, or rather, toward his friends, and said:

"My myth, you know."

"Let's call it Wandering Myth."

His voice was not loud, yet it sounded like striking the greatest bell between heaven and earth, its echo reverberating in every world, along every thread, and in his own ears.

He spread his hands, linking everything together:

"Welcome to my myth."

(End of book)