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Su Ming'an saw Su Rin's expression.

It was a kind of expression tinged with subtle sorrow, his eyes like mist over a lake, even the golden pupils seemed to have lost some of their color.

He had scarcely seen this expression on Su Rin before.

Before he could step forward, the flames in Su Rin's hands suddenly flared up, and in just a second, the monitoring screen in front of Su Rin turned into a heap of ashes.

"What did you see?" Su Ming'an asked in surprise. What image made Su Rin suddenly burn it?

Su Rin turned his head slightly, the braid in his hair swaying slightly.

"...I don't believe it." His dark golden eyes reflected the vast and spacious palace, with the monitoring screens mirrored in his eyes. He seemed to walk a few steps forward aimlessly, then stopped in the same place. As if not wanting to expose his current sorrow, he just lowered his voice and repeated:

"...I don't believe it."

...

[I asked the oldest angel, with Dieying above, what is the solution to this world?]

[The oldest angel said: "Disassemble the world, dividing it into ten thousand paths of return. Pile up with bones, bear with the reincarnation of past lives, and revolve for eternity. Wait until a thousand years later, when the Old God returns, then merge all paths into one, forming an ideal shield, expelling Dieying, thus fulfilling the millennium wish."]

[I said in astonishment: "Disassemble? Disassemble the world..."]

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[A.]

Yamada Machiichi called out in the corridor, but did not see Su Ming'an turning around.

The scarlet warning lights flashed incessantly, piercing into his slightly aching eyes.

Yamada Machiichi clawed at the door of the control room, sticking his head inside. He frowned slightly and shouted into the room:

"—Su Ming'an, I've brought the Immortal's Talisman!"

...

[The oldest angel nodded slowly: "The world is disassembled into ten thousand parts, scrambling positions so that it cannot be locked."]

[I frowned and said: "Disassembly is easy, but how difficult is fusion?"]

[The oldest angel said: "Existing in the soul ferry, entrusted by past lives, all predecessors and descendants are you alone - thus you are both Jesus and his millions of believers, you are both a doctor and his millions of patients. You are both living life and the millions of bones underground. This inheritance accumulates over generations, accumulating over a thousand years."]

...

[B.]

Lu climbed up from the other side of the glass. The lights swayed on the ceiling, and the glass fragments on the ground reflected a rainbow of colors.

Now the door of the control room was wide open, and it was unclear how Su Ming'an was fairing.

"Su Ming'an! Are you okay?" Lu shouted, rushing into the control room.

...

[I felt bewildered, the thousand-year plan, how long it stretched... Billions of people could not witness it. Generations reincarnating, all for generations of planning, how magnificent this was.]

[But I saw the determination in the oldest angel's expression, making me sigh with admiration.]

...

[F.]

Isabella flew upward on a mechanical sphere, catching sight of the control room.

"Recovery Potion, Defense Potion, temporary sanity-stabilizing potion..." Isabella shattered the glass and stepped into the control room.

"Su Ming'an, catch the potions!" She extended her hand, tossing bottles and containers towards Su Ming'an.

...

[I marveled at the wisdom and resolve of the oldest angel. Thus, I collaborated with him, planning for a hundred years.]

[At my life's end, I bid him farewell with bowed fists: "The ark has set sail, stored in the souls of descendants. General Qin, this parting is a reincarnation through generations, see you in a thousand years."]

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[G.]

Boris, clad in a complex papal robe, walked through the Mechanical City. Tapping his scepter, a golden light bathed the area as he stepped on a golden light ring, ascending all the way to the top floor of the building.

He set foot on the smooth corridor, walking forward step by step, his steps steady and cautious, as if a devout zealot about to meet a deity.

Proactively removing the papal crown, Boris stepped into the control room, looking at Su Ming'an's back inside.

"...Father God, I have arrived."

...

[The oldest angel, seeing my head full of white hair, sighed: "My soul, afraid it cannot return to the Mortal World in any form, but all that is me will turn into a gentle spring breeze, staying forever, until the completion of the nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine cuts."]

[He bid me farewell, then pecked his eyes for faith, dismantled his bones for energy, condensed the abilities of all angels into authority scattered in all directions, to be unearthed as "relics" a thousand years later.]

[By then — the Old God will return, the millennium plan, starting from Dao Ya City.]

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[H.]

Lv Shu lowered his head, looking at the blue-green of his own arms. Enduring the discomfort throughout his body, he climbed to the top floor, seeing the marks left by Su Ming'an's blade.

His steps became lighter, and he shouted.

"Su Ming'an—!"

...

[Be wary of Dieying, it is agile and cunning, weaving lies and deceit with the wind of freedom, you cannot trust such a person.]

["When tides overrun from all directions, people from all directions will traverse mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, reaching the pure land of the Nine Serenities, which is the link of all paths."]

[—"Asasto·Old God Scriptures", Chapter 18, Section 4]

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[E.]

"—Su Ming'an, I've brought the Immortal's Talisman!"

"Su Ming'an! Are you okay?"

"Su Ming'an, catch the potions!"

"Father God, I have arrived."

"Su Ming'an—!"

The shouts echoed incessantly behind Su Ming'an, stirring his heart… his teammates finally arrived.

Yamada Machiichi, Lu, Isabella, Boris… forget about this one, Lv Shu.

They all arrived.

Judging by the proximity of the voices, his teammates were already at the doorway of the control room.

"Rewind, Su Ming'an. Return to before entering the Nine Serenities, or else I'll help you rewind." Su Wensheng lowered his hand: "I've already explained everything clearly, Dieying is the enemy, an invader, so you cannot awaken the Exotic Species King—do you understand? What more explanation do you need?"

Su Ming'an did not answer, raising the Amber Knife in his hand.

"Clang—!"

In Su Wensheng's hand was a golden curved blade, like a sickle, or a crescent moon. The tip of the sickle was aimed at Su Ming'an's forehead, like a sharp pecking woodpecker, almost piercing through Su Ming'an's head. The Amber Knife was firmly stuck at the forehead, preventing the sickle from advancing any further.

"What's the principle?" Su Ming'an said.

"The principle cannot be spoken... This world is filled with causality, if it's revealed, the Shadow side will perceive it... do you understand?" Su Wensheng gritted his teeth and said: "You've already experienced the Ruined World, you should understand that there are things that cannot be said until the plan is set."

"I understand," Su Ming'an said. But he couldn't accept it, the chain of suspicion had already formed.

"...I won't let you take away My World." The smile in Su Wensheng's eyes had already disappeared.

Su Ming'an felt a huge resistance coming from his hand. The [Condensation] skill of the Amber Knife was activated. Only the sound of swords clanging could be heard as Su Wensheng retreated three steps, dodging the range of the shock, and then got close again.

Su Ming'an retreated directly. He had so many teammates behind him, there was no need to fight Su Wensheng in a one-on-one duel. The scythe was right nearby; he had already decided that the Defense Potion about to be thrown by Isabella would be enough to hold off Su Wensheng's attack.

He turned his head—

"Isabella, the potion!" he shouted.

In the corridor full of shattered glass, blue-green light shimmered like waves under the sunlight, flickering on and off, near and far, like ripples of light, wandering irregularly between the swaying lights. Each flicker left behind fleeting trails of light and shadow, filled with a sense of broken beauty.

The weather outside had always been clear, the blue-green hues in the air growing ever deeper. The faint sound of shattered glass being trod upon seemed to whisper that innumerable invisible presences were drawing near.

However, in the instant he turned his head, Su Ming'an's pupils slightly widened—

An unusual sense of overlap flooded him instantly, his heart seemingly clenched tight.

"...!"

—In the corridor, he saw no one.

Yamada Machiichi, Lu, Isabella, Boris. He saw none of them.

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[C.]

Su Rin finally descended the stairs.

Having just helped Alice wipe rainwater from her head, his palms were still damp with moisture.

Golden light flickered slightly, and the moisture on his body evaporated cleanly. He stepped into the corridor and kicked open the tightly closed door of the control room. Tens of thousands of surveillance screens came into view.

Su Ming'an was in the control room, turning towards him: "Su Rin, you're here. Come see what these surveillance screens are for."

Su Rin squinted. He saw the soul on Su Ming'an, still familiar in color, but for some reason... it always felt a little strange. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was immune to all illusions, but he could vaguely detect some errors; he sniffed out an artificial falseness.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, yet your soul has taken on a tainted scent," Su Rin said calmly. "Did something happen?"

Su Ming'an slightly widened his eyes and asked: "Then what should I do?"

Su Rin suddenly slashed down with a sword.

The sword sliced through the air, flames surging. Su Rin's actions were swift and fierce. A spatial barrier suddenly unfolded. Su Ming'an supported the barrier, shouting: "What madness has taken hold of you?"

Su Rin, his face expressionless, deepened the heat of the flames in his hands. The fire crushed inch by inch, covering, until the sound of the barrier shattering, until the youth beneath the barrier was suddenly engulfed by flames, his skin burned through, reduced to ash by the light of the blazing sun.

Su Rin stood at the edge of the ashes, extinguishing the fire.

"You're not him."

"He would respond with 'You overthought it,' not the words you said. It seems your data was tainted, unable to perfectly replicate him."

Su Rin looked towards the corridor.

In the empty corridor, there wasn't a single person. No Yamada Machiichi, no Lu, no Lv Shu, no Boris, as if in this Nine Serenities, his was the only silhouette.

The wind was biting cold.

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[A.]

In the grand control room, tens of thousands of surveillance screens were crisscrossed and arrayed. Yamada Machiichi stepped inside, handing the Immortal's Talisman to Su Ming'an.

"I brought you the Immortal's Talisman," he said.

"Thank you, I'm currently researching these surveillance screens; care to join?" Su Ming'an said.

"Let's wait, I just parted ways with Lu. He's behind," Yamada Machiichi said.

"I'm here." Lu entered the control room, his sea-blue hair rippling with a rim of blue-green fluorescence. He waved and smiled: "The glass was difficult to climb, costing me some time."

Yamada Machiichi felt reassured. It seemed their support was timely after all, no trouble had befallen Su Ming'an here. He glanced at the empty platform, where several dazzlingly vibrant white morning glory flowers blossomed. The lights flickered, like a rhythmical heartbeat.

As Yamada Machiichi lowered his head to examine the surveillance screens, he didn't anticipate Lu moving behind him, pulling out a sword, aiming at him.

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[B.]

Lu stepped into the control room, Yamada Machiichi was already inside, observing the surveillance screens with Su Ming'an.

"Seems I'm the last to arrive, any findings?" Lu glanced around. This place definitely looked crucial.

"Come join us in looking at the clues," Yamada Machiichi waved him over.

Lu leaned in closer, not noticing Yamada Machiichi beside him lifting a knife towards him.

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[F.]

The potion thrown by Isabella was caught by Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an waved at Isabella: "You're here, come look at these surveillance screens."

Isabella walked forward.

"By the way, aren't Yamada Machiichi and the others here yet?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Hmm? Weren't they in Dao Ya City? They didn't come to the front line," Isabella said, bewildered.

"Sorry." Su Ming'an waved: "I got confused, there are too many."

Isabella couldn't make sense of it, feeling an inexplicable unease.

...

[D.]

Mo Yan slashed out, lifting the tarp of the enemy command tent.

"Enemy commander, bring your life!" Mo Yan shouted.

—Only to discover a black-haired youth sitting inside the tent.

The black-haired youth wore a Crystal Crown and was adorned in the snowy attire of a Divine Son, sitting properly, focused on the strategic map in his hand.

"Big...brother!?" Mo Yan was dumbfounded. He had never imagined, thinking himself to penetrate deep to assassinate the enemy commander, only to find the enemy commander was his brother.

Su Ming'an put down the strategic map: "Mo Yan, it's me."

Mo Yan stood in the tent, scratching his head, all his murderous intent cooling: "Brother, you're the command of the Holy Alliance Army? Then which brother in the Nine Serenities is the real one?"

"The one in the Nine Serenities is my clone," Su Ming'an's eyes were clear: "I sent a clone to become an Old God, while I myself belong to the Deities. This war is a fight of both sides, meant to evoke more negative emotions. In fact, the highest commanders on both sides are me."

Mo Yan suddenly understood: "So that's how it is!"

Indeed, his brother had done similar things before, sending clones to lead Soul Hunts, while he himself met with the Soul Clan, Sevya and Archilev, and the rest.

"So, brother, you're actually not siding with anyone?" Mo Yan said.

Su Ming'an shook his head, the Crystal Crown on his head clinking, diamonds and jewels reflecting brilliant light. Bearing such a heavy item, yet his eyes sparkled with spirit: "I have already joined the Deities, we've become allies."

Mo Yan's jaw dropped to the ground.

...Is this really his brother? Or has his brother been brainwashed?

But thinking carefully, the possibility of his brother joining the Deities wasn't out of the question. What if his brother was brainwashed? What if Deities were actually good people? What if his brother was enduring humiliation for a greater cause? Any possibility existed. All the theorizing boiled down to merely a "possibility."