Chapter 234
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Chapter 234: Title
The clock turns back to when the situations in the Outlets and Heavenly Inquiry Worlds were reaching their boiling points.
In Ye Linlang’s exclusive office, the woman carves a small wooden figure with meticulous care, its form vaguely humanoid. Beside her, screens display both worlds – one engulfed in holy war while the other witnesses an emperor’s solemn ceremony to heaven.
The fractured Outlets World has endured centuries of fragmented rule by petty nobles, its transient unifications crumbling like sandcastles against time’s tide. Only the Holy See’s devotion to the God of Light persists as an eternal constant.
Ye Linlang’s carving knife stills as her attention shifts to the Outlets projection. While the Heavenly Inquiry World’s fate appears sealed, its counterpart promises darker intrigues.
Within the war-torn Outlets World:
Hill stands radiant in white robes, divine compassion etched across his features. Across the smoldering battlefield, Loral’s half-masked visage contrasts sharply with Hein’s demonic silhouette. These opposing forces now hold the world’s dying breath in their hands – one clutching the Holy See’s sacred Staff of Light, the other a pulsating crimson heart-crystal.
Twin pillars of light spear the heavens as a synthetic voice reverberates through reality:
【Tier two Outlets World annexed by Source World. Merit evaluation ongoing… All extraordinary individuals remain stationary.】
A bloodied warrior pauses mid-bandage, fingers trembling against the sudden overwhelming pressure crushing all resistance. From frozen tundras to dragon-inhabited islands, every conscious being hears the inexorable decree:
【Annexation of Tier two World · Outlets confirmed.】
【Heavenly Dao observes the wheel of reincarnation.】
【Netherworld established under realm of the dead jurisdiction.】
【Malicious entities with Source World contributions undergoing final audit…】
As the voice fades, ghostly panels materialize before every survivor – obsidian text reading "RECKONING" above a bisected Progress Bar. Golden script bleeds leftward with "Virtue" while crimson "Sin" crawls right, both racing toward judgment with terrifying swiftness.
When the bars complete their fatal dance, the true reckoning begins.
Unseen in the shadows, a certain death deity grinds his teeth.
Satan never appreciated being upstaged.
He had ventured out seeking leisure, only to find himself entangled in this world… Forced to perform soul-reaping duties as a dignified Lord of the Dead, he barely survived the ordeal before being saddled with a scorching-hot mess.
The Heavenly Dao of the source world had just incorporated the Outlets World into its dominion. As the sole God of Death/Lord of the Dead in this realm, Satan now bore the responsibility of reconstructing the underworld’s reincarnation cycle.
Satan intuitively grasped the Heavenly Dao’s intent – and this understanding pushed him toward madness. How could he possibly process multitudes of souls so abruptly?
The Outlets World had recently been ravaged by a Great War.
Countless perished spirits required immediate reincarnation arrangements, turning Satan’s complexion ashen with dread.
Regret consumed him.
He should have heeded his elder brother’s counsel, remaining safely within the realm of the dead.
—Was this the calamity his brother had foretold?
Meanwhile, Yin Chais across the Heavenly Inquiry World received similar mandates.
Heavenly decrees permitted no defiance.
Thus unfolded a grand unveiling of painful pasts – every soul tainted by selfish misdeeds found their crimes exposed. Simultaneously perishing, they awaited spiritual confiscation for atonement.
Blue Star.
Upon the Heavenly Law Battleground:
All transgressions were broadcasted across the platform’s official website, while systemic bulletins chilled the celebratory atmosphere of world conquest.
National governments swiftly propagated the Heavenly Law Battleground’s proclamation: Another World offered no sanctuary from justice. Annexed realms would see all crimes paraded before the Heavenly Dao’s scrutiny.
—The Heavenly Dao’s flawless judgment prevailed: the Sky Net stretches far and wide, leaving no loophole!
"Are these monsters human? Slaughtering innocents, even children, in Another World!"
"Execute these fiends if they dare return!"
"Sky Net’s justice prevails – magnificent!"
"Heavenly retribution spares none! Serves them right!"
"Life demands life – natural law."
"The Dao views all existence equally – humanity holds no privileged status…"
"Blue Star dwellers and Another World denizens share equal worth under celestial governance."
"Impersonal cosmic law upholds life’s sanctity better than emotional mortals ever could."
Regardless of Another World’s subordinate status, moral boundaries remained inviolate. Humanity’s essence lies in curbing base instincts – those abandoning restraint forfeit their claim to personhood.
Though dissenters whimpered, most applauded the Heavenly Dao’s decree.
Monsters who murdered and pillaged freely in foreign realms posed intolerable threats if allowed to roam Blue Star unscathed.
—None wished such predators lurking among them.
"They shed humanity’s mask in Another World, revealing primordial savagery."
"Necessary punishment…"
"Here’s a Cherry Blossom Nation beast reveling in bloodsport – stomach-turning."
"…A child-defiling abomination. The Eighteen Floors of Hell would be mercy."
"Such atrocities."
"Both these realms are ancient worlds with minimal suppression of extraordinary individuals. I wonder if the modern world fares any better?"
The crowd buzzed with debates, moral standards suddenly becoming the prevailing discourse. Others dissected whether the surge of malevolence stemmed from flawed legal systems and inadequate governance across these civilizations.
Within the World Tree’s chamber,
Ye Linlang rose with a languid stretch, her monitor flickering momentarily.
The scene transitioned from the Heavenly Law Battleground to a modern society where steel carriages streamed like molten rivers—a mirror of contemporary Blue Star.
"The Outlets and Heavenly Inquiry World arcs have concluded. Their judgment mechanisms should restrain extraordinary beings, curbing future chaos."
After muttering to herself and stretching slightly, she settled back into her seat, eyes fixed on unfolding events.
To Ye Linlang, Blue Star existed as a game—but only through her singular lens.
…Or perhaps not entirely.
This distinction mattered solely to her.
As for its inhabitants? They deserved neither apology nor explanation.
Until they ascended to her celestial vantage point, every phenomenon she orchestrated would remain their absolute reality… a statistical impossibility she dismissed with cosmic indifference.
Certainty eluded even her omniscience—while none might ever equal her, infinitesimal probabilities persisted. Thus emerged her judgment framework:
She refused to tolerate lawless madness within her domains. Those embracing such paths could proceed… provided they accepted forthcoming consequences.
Retribution knew no expiration—a Sword of Damocles dangling over every transgression. Should any willingly bear this weight, she’d applaud their conviction… though such resolve rarely blossomed among weaklings who preyed on frailer souls to mask their own inadequacies.
Her virtual creations weren’t mere playthings. Through the Plan to Turn Fiction into Reality, these realms might one day transcend their coded origins—though for current denizens, every breath already carried visceral authenticity.
Taskers remained taskers. Let them jest about being "players"—true lawlessness would never be permitted. This philosophy anchored her safeguard during the Awakening of Spiritual Energy, preserving reverence for life itself.
Existence could be observed with detachment, never desecrated.
Deities naturally overlooked mortals, spirit cultivators, and Demonic Beasts—divergent lifeforms lacking shared empathy. But among kin, the thinnest thread of compassion must endure.
Ye Linlang activated another observer camera, splitting her screen between live footage and a hyper-accelerated replay. Fifty-fold speed meant nothing to her perception—every frame parsed with crystalline clarity.
A four-character label glowed in the playback’s corner:
Mysterious Awakening.
