250: Regular death, God descends to hometown

Boom—

Under Lin Fan's will, the core belonging to the Mid-stage Refining Void Void Colossus was ruthlessly detonated.

A pure and violent power of the Void Origin, far exceeding Lin Fan's own limits, exploded outward with that core as the center.

The Mustard Seed World, which had just finished construction and was still in its embryonic stage, couldn't even last a single breath under the impact of this force before letting out an overwhelmed wail.

The barriers of the world cracked inch by inch.

The underground Spiritual Vein that had been reactivated was instantly drained by this force, turning into powder.

All energy and all Laws were gathered into a single point.

Above Lin Fan's head, space was forcibly torn open like shattered glass, revealing a hideous, irregular, pitch-black rift.

That was no stable passage.

It was a path to the unknown, a void turbulence filled with endless destruction and Chaos.

It was a scar on the world.

Lin Fan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked up at the pitch-black rift.

There was not a hint of fear or hesitation on his face.

He didn't even put up any defense.

The moment the rift formed, he took a step forward and actively threw himself into it.

The next moment.

An agonizing pain, beyond any words to describe, completely submerged his consciousness.

If the Oblivion Divine Lightning he endured during the tribulation was 'destruction' refined to the extreme and following a pattern,

Then what he was enduring now was pure, senseless 'erasure'.

The moment his body touched the spatial turbulence, it was crushed into the most basic particles.

Bones, flesh, Meridians... all matter that constituted the concept of a 'Physical Body' was torn, ground, and assimilated into nothingness within a ten-thousandth of an instant.

But this was only the beginning.

Millions of times more terrifying than the destruction of the Physical Body was the Law backlash from between the barriers of the two worlds.

Those were two completely different sets of heavenly rules, and the ultimate power generated when they collided and squeezed was enough to obliterate any foreign object.

Lin Fan's Indestructible True Soul, which had just advanced to Void Refining and merged with the Laws of heaven and earth, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this power.

His Divine Soul was being torn apart.

His memories were being washed away.

His consciousness was being dissolved.

This was true death.

An ultimate nothingness, a complete erasure from the level of existence.

His consciousness, like a candle in the wind, began to dim rapidly.

Is it... going to end like this?

Did I... lose the gamble?

At the very last instant before his consciousness was about to sink completely into eternal darkness,

An incredibly clear image, without any warning, crossed endless space and time and was branded onto his about-to-dissipate True Soul Origin.

It was the Qingyun Sect.

It was the square in front of the Sect's main hall, a place he was intimately familiar with.

Only, the square at this moment no longer looked like it did in his memories.

Soaring flames dyed half the sky red. Mangled corpses covered the bluestone-paved ground.

There were Disciples wearing Qingyun Sect uniforms, and many Cultivators in black tight-fitting clothes he had never seen before.

In the very center of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood,

A Ghost-Masked Envoy dressed in black robes was holding a longsword wreathed in black Evil Qi against a young girl's neck.

Zhao Linger.

Her eyes, which were originally as gentle as water, were now filled with determination and coldness.

Her face was stained with blood, her clothes were torn, and her face was as pale as paper, yet her spine remained as straight as ever.

At her feet, Fatty Zhang lay there covered in blood, his life or death unknown.

"Speak, where exactly is that piece of trash called Lin Fan?"

The Ghost-Masked Envoy's voice was raspy and cruel, as if echoing directly in the depths of Lin Fan's Soul.

"Otherwise, I don't mind crushing the heads of everyone in your little lover's Sect one by one right in front of you."

No.

No—!

An indescribable rage and unwillingness, originating from the deepest part of his Soul, exploded like a cosmic bang within his nearly annihilated core of consciousness.

What did he practice cultivation for?

For immortality.

For freedom.

And even more so, to protect!

If he couldn't even protect the person he originally and most wanted to protect, then what use was this Void Refining cultivation! What use was this immortality!

I want to go back!

I must go back!

This obsession, intense to the extreme, turned into an invisible chain that yanked hard on his nearly disintegrated True Soul Origin.

A miracle happened at this moment.

Those Divine Soul fragments that were about to dissipate into nothingness were actually forcibly pulled and aggregated by this obsession, re-condensing into a point billions of times thinner than a strand of hair.

A faint speck of light that looked as if it would go out at any moment.

But even so, facing the violent backlash of the world's Laws, this speck of light was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

At the very last moment before it was about to be completely erased,

Hum.

An imperceptible ripple, transcending all Laws and concepts, quietly spread out from the very core of the light speck.

The ultimate characteristic inherent to the System, which Lin Fan had never truly understood—【Indestructible True Soul】—was passively triggered!

That faint speck of Origin True Soul was instantly wrapped in an invisible 'conceptual barrier' that absolutely isolated everything.

All the violent Laws capable of tearing apart a Void Refining expert and all the spatial storms capable of obliterating a Divine Soul were naturally parted to both sides like flowing water hitting a reef when they approached this barrier.

Untouchable.

Unharmable.

Incomprehensible.

The speck of light containing Lin Fan's last bit of consciousness thus ignored all destruction and Chaos, steadily passing through the thickest and most dangerous barrier that separated the two worlds.

The moment it passed through the barrier and entered the Lower Realm plane,

A series of cold, yet heavenly mechanical prompts exploded in his Soul.

【Ding!】

【Congratulations to the host for completing the SSS+ grade "Rule-Based Death" with a Heaven-Defying posture—【Reverse Realm Traveler】!】

【Evaluation: Sacrificing one's body, acting against the heavens, and forcibly smuggling through the world barrier. This act has touched the Foundation of the world's rules. Rewards are being issued!】

【Congratulations to the host for obtaining Ultimate Reward 1: World Coordinate Mark (Unique)!】

【Congratulations to the host for obtaining Ultimate Reward 2: Law Immunity (Lower Realm Limited)!】

These successive prompts caused Lin Fan's remaining consciousness to momentarily freeze.

World Coordinate Mark?

Law Immunity?

These were no longer simple Cultivation Techniques or Magic Treasures, but authorities granted directly at the level of rules!

Before he could think further,

The speck of light containing his Origin True Soul, after entering the Lower Realm, seemed to receive the most intimate guidance from a distant homeland.

It streaked across the sky like a falling meteor.

The goal was incredibly clear.

Qingyun Sect, back mountain.

That forest he was once so familiar with, which hid his first secret.

The speck of light did not pause for a moment, plunging with absolute precision into the most primitive and stable backup resurrection point he had long ago set up.