“This fleshly divine ability I’m about to awaken…”
Lin Yuan’s heart beat faster.
From observing the process of how a fleshly divine ability emerges, one can conclude:
The longer it takes to form, the more powerful the ability.
After all, on the martial evolution path, the selection of fleshly divine abilities follows the principle of survival of the fittest.
If the ability isn’t strong enough, yet requires a long time to develop, it simply wouldn’t become the ultimately awakened divine ability; instead, it would favor a bloodline of the same tier that awakens more quickly.
Two thousand years of nurturing—just adding up the time for the previous six fleshly divine abilities doesn’t come close to two thousand years.
“Only two thousand years.”
Lin Yuan felt pleased. After stepping into the twelfth rank, time was what he had most in abundance. Two thousand, twenty thousand, two million years—it made no difference to him. They’d pass in the blink of an eye.
Besides, the process of nurturing a fleshly divine ability wouldn’t hinder cultivation, such as locking his strength at a certain level. Lin Yuan cared even less about that.
“The formation of a fleshly divine ability is tied not only to one’s bloodline but also influenced by the external environment. Thus, using accelerated time—where an outside instant might be thousands or tens of thousands of years for oneself—would introduce unpredictable variables to its formation.”
So Lin Yuan thought.
On the other hand, for this descent into the source world, there was no set time limit, and Lin Yuan was not planning to take such a risk. He might as well wait patiently for the fleshly divine ability to finish forming on its own.
“Then there’s the Blazing Sun Divine Body.”
Lin Yuan shifted his focus, examining the changes in his fleshly body.
After gathering 3,333 scorching sun seeds, all those seeds would form a cycle that triggered changes in the fleshly body—what Marquis Qingfen called the “Blazing Sun Divine Body.”
“Blazing Sun Divine Body?”
Lin Yuan was intrigued. From reading the countless texts of the Burning Heaven Courtyard, he knew how powerful the Blazing Sun Divine Body was. The flesh became like the blazing sun, illuminating and burning everything.
Especially in the Liyang Ancient Kingdom, beneath the light of that eternal sun, its power would be even more frightening.
“The Marquis said I’d need ten thousand years for my body to complete its transformation into a true Blazing Sun Divine Body, but I think three to five thousand years should be enough.”
So Lin Yuan surmised inwardly.
As the number of scorching sun seeds he condensed grew, the transformation into the Blazing Sun Divine Body would accelerate.
Marquis Qingfen probably didn’t realize Lin Yuan had formed another eight or nine thousand scorching sun seeds over that single year in the Burning Heaven Courtyard.
“Scorching sun seeds can’t be reproduced in the Chaos Void—likely because the two dimensions differ—but what about the Blazing Sun Divine Body?”
Lin Yuan reflected. Whether a physique or a divine ability, they were special ways of expressing rule-based power. If you can fully grasp its principles, you can make it universal.
He did not plan on transforming his true self into a Blazing Sun Divine Body, but there was no harm in trying it out on his avatar.
Given how formidable the physique was, no weaker than the wondrous lifeforms nurtured by the Chaos Void, it would surely push the avatar’s power one step further.
Main Universe.
Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged.
“Chaos rules give rise to all Daos. What is my Dao?” Lin Yuan fell into deep thought.
His experiences in the Liyang Ancient Kingdom of the source world had elevated his perspective on rules to a whole new level.
That pertains to his understanding, not necessarily his immediate mastery.
“Yin and Yang. My Dao is Yin and Yang. I want to manifest a Chaotic Yin-Yang.”
A bright gleam appeared in Lin Yuan’s eyes. The martial path he traveled was rooted in Yin and Yang—Yin and Yang revolving, which is the Taiji, the Chaotic Taiji.
Marquis Qingfen’s path was fire, so the power he manifested was chaotic fire—more precisely, his own brand of chaotic azure fire.
Even if other beings also pursued fire, their unique realizations made it differ. Marquis Qingfen’s fire focused on “azure” and on “burning,” hence “chaotic azure flame.”
“With my present grasp of chaos rules, I can’t yet create a Chaotic Yin-Yang Taiji,” Lin Yuan concluded after trying.
At the moment, he was at the first level of comprehension for chaos rules; to form that Chaotic Yin-Yang Taiji might require the second level.
Other rules follow nine levels from first to ninth, including time-space fusion.
Chaos rules, however, only have three levels.
Level one is the lowest, level three the highest.
“I’ll still need to raise my understanding of other rules,” Lin Yuan was aware.
“Time-space: eighth level,” he thought, shifting to time-space fusion.
Currently, his mastery of time-space fusion was at the peak of level seven, just a step away from level eight.
Reaching the eighth level in time-space comprehension might let him leverage time-space to further his overall rule insights, thus pushing him toward the second level of chaos rules.
“Hmm?”
“My internal universe is about done adjusting.”
With a thought, Lin Yuan observed his internal universe.
Ever since he completed the first layer of Infinite Void and brought his internal universe to the level of a Chaos Venerable, he had spent time adjusting it.
Not that his internal universe was flawed, but compared to the starry sky of the main universe, Lin Yuan’s internal universe was extremely oppressive.
His internal universe measured only twenty million light years across, whereas the main universe’s starry sky was far larger.
And yet, how could his universe match the starry sky in overall magnitude?
Because Lin Yuan’s universe’s space-time was extraordinarily stable. Its equivalence with the main starry sky was not one of size, but of comprehensive capacity.
As a result, an ordinary first-rank or second-rank lifeform would hardly manage to live in Lin Yuan’s internal universe, like entering an environment with a thousand- or ten-thousand-fold gravity.
Even higher-level evolvers would find it extremely uncomfortable.
Hence Lin Yuan had been adjusting it.
After all, when the upcoming Great Destruction of the universe arrives, Lin Yuan planned to hold all of human civilization inside that internal universe.
“By now, the matter of the Great Destruction has already been disclosed to humanity.” Lin Yuan glanced at the starry sky.
News of the Great Destruction had been made public after the transfer of many citizens, with the approval of the three goddesses.
As for those allowed to emigrate to the new universe, strict standards applied.
First, any evolver above the sixth rank, and any citizen ranked at level four or higher, were guaranteed transfer to the new universe to survive the Great Destruction.
They had no choice. Sixth-rank evolvers showed potential for still higher advancement, and fourth-rank citizens had contributed greatly to civilization.
From the perspective of humanity’s future, these groups deserved survival the most.
For countless ordinary citizens and evolvers, a lottery determined their transfer eligibility.
On average, about one in one hundred twenty ordinary people or lower-rank evolvers would be chosen to enter the new universe.
Lin Yuan’s gaze traveled the starry sky, taking in countless planets at once.
On one life-bearing planet, a huge starship was parked.
“All citizens who have been selected for transfer, please proceed to the spaceport as soon as possible.”
An automated message repeated to every citizen on the planet.
“Failure to arrive at the spaceport within three days will be taken as voluntarily forfeiting your transfer rights.”
“Failure to arrive at the spaceport within three days will be taken as voluntarily forfeiting your transfer rights.”
“Failure to arrive at the spaceport within three days will be taken as voluntarily forfeiting your transfer rights.”
“Dad.”
A young woman stood there with her siblings, reluctant to leave her father.
“What are you waiting for? You drew the transfer quota—so many people envy you. Get to the port now.”
Her father smiled.
“As for your mother and me, we’ve lived over half our lives. We were born here, we lived here, we’ll grow old here, and we’ll die here. And we’re fine with that.”
“Dad, we want to stay with you.” His children were in tears, filled with sorrow.
“Stay?”
“You’re still young. Why stay behind and wait for death with me?”
The father glared at them.
“Get lost now. I still need to go comfort your mother.”
“If you stay, your mother and I won’t die in peace.”
His tone was harsh, and the children shrank in fear.
“Go,” he said, turning back inside.
Out there, the children hesitated a moment before boarding their craft for the spaceport.
Inside, the father and his middle-aged wife sat watching the craft depart.
“So long as they survive,” the father murmured.
The transfer plan for the population had been ongoing for centuries, continuing to the present.
There were far too many life-bearing planets; the starships for transport were limited, and so everything had to happen in increments.
During the long process, scenes of parting happened constantly.
Families where only one member won the transfer lottery were often forced to split up.
Many who got picked couldn’t bear such separation, so they simply forfeited and chose to stay with loved ones.
Area Three.
Nine of humanity’s Strongest Ones, including Xuanyuan, gathered to discuss the mass migration of humankind.
“All those who qualified for transfer have arrived at their appointed locations. We just need to store them within our internal universes,” said Yu Die the Strongest One.
The other apex figures all concurred; at any moment, they could step in and take the people into their internal universes.
Just then, on the one vacant seat among them, Lin Yuan’s figure emerged and slowly took his seat.
“Milky Way Strongest One.”
Xuanyuan and the others brightened.
The other eight also turned to Lin Yuan.
“How goes our civilization’s migration plan?” Lin Yuan asked.
“There have been no problems, really,” Xia Qin answered.
“But many citizens who won the transfer lottery gave it up, so we’ve had to hold repeated drawings.”
“They gave it up because they can’t stand leaving their families,” another apex fighter, Void God, said.
“Ah…” Xuanyuan and the others let out a sigh.
They felt helpless. They wanted to take everyone, but that wasn’t realistic.
The more people they carried, the greater the backlash from the universe’s source at the moment of the Great Destruction. If it proved too overwhelming, the losses would be worse.
Not only would all life in their internal universes die, but the Strongest Ones themselves would perish as well.
“There’s a change in the migration plan,”
Lin Yuan said, eyeing them.
“A change?”
The nine top figures were startled. A change?
“I can take away every citizen of human civilization,” Lin Yuan stated, no beating around the bush.
“Take away everyone?”
The nine exchanged glances, at a loss for words.
“Milky Way Strongest One, the backlash from the universe’s source if you try to carry them all—”
After a pause to compose himself, Xuanyuan spoke up.
“The universe’s source consciousness?”
Lin Yuan gave a slight laugh and said plainly:
“It can no longer do anything to me.”
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