The entire human civilization was in an uproar over the “update” to the treasure vault.
But the one responsible for it all—Lin Yuan—paid it little attention.
After bestowing countless dinsional treasures upon humanity, he left the rest to others.
The valuation of each item, the rit points required for exchange—all of it was handled by the three Goddesses.
Since humanity had left their ho universe, Lin Yuan had personally acted several tis to “upgrade” the three Goddesses.
Now, their divine power was so imnse that even a Supre Saint couldn’t compare.
Their allegiance, however, had never changed—they stood firmly with the human civilization.
“Father, Mother…”
Lin Yuan’s gaze pierced through the endless Chaos Void.
Lin Shou Cheng and Lin Qiong—his parents—had long been placed within one of the thirty-three Acquired Universes.
These thirty-three universes were humanity’s ultimate bastion, created by Lin Yuan himself. One could leave them—but never enter.
Within their universe, his parents were protected by the Universe Spirit itself. “Absolutely safe” wasn’t an exaggeration.
As for the lifespan limit below the twelfth rank, if one relied purely on resources, the ultimate ceiling was the perfection of the eleventh rank.
In theory, physical strength, soul, willpower, and even understanding of the laws could all be augnted by external ans.
But from the eleventh to the twelfth rank required an act of pure will—a single, ultimate leap.
Success ant transcendence; failure ant death, devoured by the backlash of the Chaos Void’s river of ti.
Lin Yuan had foreseen through future tilines that his parents’ chances of making that leap were slim.
But extending their lifespan did not necessarily require entering the twelfth rank.
The root cause of the lifespan limit below that level lay in the essence of existence itself, the soul’s fundantal imprint being bound to the river of ti of one’s own universe.
If that universe perished in a great collapse and its river of ti withered away, every such imprint would crumble alongside it.
Even when Lin Yuan himself was at the eleventh rank—his body and soul perfected, his lifespan infinite—he would still perish if his universe t its end.
But what if the universe never perished?
So—
Lin Yuan had long since transferred his parents’ fundantal life imprints into the river of ti of their Acquired Universe.
The thirty-three Acquired Universes were masterpieces of his creation, eternal and immune to cycles of destruction and rebirth, coexisting with the Chaos Void itself.
Thus, his parents’ life imprints were anchored to an undying ti flow—making the concept of a lifespan limit aningless.
This was sothing Lin Yuan had done personally for them.
That Acquired Universe was vast beyond asure, and after modification by human civilization, it contained every form of joy and leisure imaginable—more than enough for Lin Shou Cheng and Lin Qiong to live in endless happiness.
He split a fragnt of his consciousness to accompany them there.
The rest of his mind, however, focused once again on the Chaos Void.
As Lin Yuan’s gaze deepened, the true essence of the Chaos Void revealed itself before him—bit by bit.
“That is…”
He saw the deepest region of the Chaos Void—the end of all space and ti—where threads of temporal energy wove together to form countless zones of pure ti loops.
“The ti loops of all those who once attempted the thirteenth rank?”
Lin Yuan mused silently. These ti-ford regions even he couldn’t peer through. They radiated the aura of the highest laws of the infinite dinsions.
No matter the realm or dinsion, any being attempting to reach the thirteenth rank would inevitably be drawn into a ti loop—a law set by the supre rules themselves.
Every loop was protected and obscured by that supre law.
“There are too many…”
Lin Yuan’s eyes swept across them. Each loop was utterly silent—most had long gone dead, their inhabitants unable to ever escape.
“The master of the Devil Jade Tower…”
His gaze landed on one particular loop near the depths. Through faint threads of causality, he confird it belonged to the forr Lord of the Devil Jade Tower.
A once-invincible Supre Saint who had ruled an entire era of the Chaos Void.
His loop was larger than most nearby.
For even among perfected Chaos-realm beings, there were degrees: Great Saints, Supre Saints, Invincible Supre Saints, and so on.
This distinction was visible not just in strength, but in the size of the ti loop one occupied during the thirteenth-rank trial.
The greater the strength, the vaster the loop.
“No hope of breaking through anymore,” Lin Yuan murmured.
Once a Chaos-realm perfected being entered the loop, the faster the breakthrough, the better.
Within a cosmic era was best—ideally within hundreds or thousands of years.
The longer one lingered, the lower the chance of success.
And the Lord of the Devil Jade Tower had been trapped for countless eras.
“No normal chance of success left.”
“Once I step into the thirteenth rank, I can try to break his ti loop,” Lin Yuan thought.
A thirteenth-rank ti being couldn’t see inside a loop—but could shatter it by force.
It would co at a cost, though—a price few were willing to pay.
Yet Lin Yuan owed the Lord of the Devil Jade Tower karmically—he had benefited from many of his legacies.
If the price wasn’t too steep, Lin Yuan would attempt it.
Of course, once a loop was forcibly broken, the being within, though freed, would forever lose the chance to beco a ti being.
“Mysterious Emperor…” Lin Yuan recalled softly.
A thirteenth-rank being could resurrect any twelfth-rank life—as long as it had once existed.
Lin Yuan continued to survey the depths of the Chaos Void’s ti loops.
The innermost ones were utterly dead, no longer worth observing.
His gaze lingered on the outer regions—those where Chaos-realm beings from the more recent eras were still struggling.
“Hm?”
“This one…”
He focused on a particular loop—larger even than the Devil Jade Tower Lord’s. Its surface rippled faintly with waves of temporal energy—the being inside was still struggling fiercely.
“There’s hope here,” Lin Yuan nodded slightly. His lordly perception made his judgnt far more precise than that of ordinary ti beings.
“The one trapped here is…”
As soon as his perception brushed the loop, a karmic thread ford between him and its occupant.
“Saint Rahu?” (One of the Supre Saints who ordered the capture of Lin Yuan)
He murmured the na softly.
The mont he spoke it, the karmic link deepened, and Lin Yuan traced Rahu’s past, present, and future tilines.
Past tilines.
Present tilines.
Future tilines.
“I didn’t expect my karma with him to run this deep.”
He saw it clearly—Rahu had once sent two Supre Saints to investigate the deaths of Chaos Saints Nine Phoenix and Shadowfiend. Their search had led them to the Milky Way Chaos Continent.
Where Lin Yuan had erased them to establish his reputation.
From then on, the na of the Invincible Supre Saint spread throughout the Chaos Void.
In the tilines Lin Yuan observed, Rahu, upon realizing Lin Yuan’s strength, fell into despair.
He abandoned his pursuit of the title “Invincible Supre Saint” and instead challenged the thirteenth rank.
“Rahu desired that title deeply. The thirteenth-rank legacy he cultivated required enduring boundless tornt, yet he succeeded—driven by that obsession.”
Lin Yuan understood his fixation.
Rahu had hidden away for era after era, waiting until the previous Invincible Supre Saint had perished before completing his own cultivation.
He never truly expected to reach the thirteenth rank—he only wanted that one title.
“But by giving up his obsession with being Invincible, he opened the door to transcendence.”
Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.
Perhaps even Rahu himself didn’t realize it.
He had given up simply because he believed himself unworthy—unable to surpass Lin Yuan.
He could crush all other Supre Saints, yet still not claim the title he sought.
That shift in his heart—letting go of desire—had unknowingly paved his way toward the thirteenth rank.
“Obsession…”
Lin Yuan thought quietly. “Obsession plays a huge role in the ti loop trial. Mysterious Emperor failed because he couldn’t let go of his longing to resurrect his Dao partner.”
Rahu, by contrast, succeeded because he had released his own.
Two paths—neither right nor wrong—but leading to completely different outcos.
Of course, obsession alone wasn’t everything.
Rahu’s accumulation was imnse—that much was clear from the size of his ti loop, even greater than the Devil Jade Tower Lord’s.
By strength alone, Rahu surpassed him.
With such a foundation, the managent of one’s obsession beca crucial.
In another part of the Chaos Void.
Seven thirteenth-rank ti beings, including ‘Mo Xu Jun,’ had gathered.
“The Milky Way is becoming harder and harder to see through,” said one clad in black armor, his tone filled with awe.
“Not just in the tilines—even his very presence grows more unfathomable with each passing mont.”
“Not being able to see through him is only natural,” said a ti being with a human head and serpent body.
“He’s destined to beco a Ti Lord. Sotis I wonder—could he be the layout of a Ti Lord himself? Or even a reincarnation?”
Otherwise, why would the future tilines unanimously show that he must beco a Ti Lord?
“A Ti Lord?”
The others grew solemn, then puzzled.
“But why would a Ti Lord reincarnate into our dinsion?
The Chaos Void is indeed a top-tier dinsional space—but not one worth such a sacrifice.”
The price would be unimaginable.
“Whatever the truth, the Milky Way is still our Chaos Void’s ti being,” said Mo Xu Jun with a smile, sweeping his gaze across the six others.
“True.”
“Indeed.”
They all nodded.
Whatever his origins, as long as he hailed from their dinsion, he was one of them.
Across infinite dinsions, many ti beings had been born.
And those from the sa origin always shared a closer bond.
“By the way,” Mo Xu Jun asked, “how’s the progress with the ‘Tianhe’ dinsion?”
The Tianhe Dinsion was vast and chaotic—a realm that didn’t reject foreign ti beings.
The seven of them had entered it long ago, forming an alliance to compete against other ti factions, securing a major share of its territory.
“Don’t worry,” said the serpent-bodied one.
“The Heart of Tianhe this cycle will be ours. The other powers have had their turns before—they won’t interfere.”
The Heart of Tianhe was a treasure born only after countless eons within that dinsion. Refining it granted direct insight into its core laws.
Ti beings explored dinsions to perceive such unique rule structures.
They could slowly comprehend them over ti—but refining a Heart was far faster.
“Good,” said Mo Xu Jun, nodding.
With the Heart of Tianhe, they could all deepen their understanding of that dinsion’s essence—furthering their own accumulation.
Ti beings had eternal lifespans; given enough accumulation, they would eventually approach the threshold of Ti Lord.
“In that case, when the Milky Way ascends to the thirteenth rank, we’ll have a fitting gift prepared.”
Mo Xu Jun’s gaze swept the others.
The Heart of Tianhe was an incomparable treasure—even greater in value than the colossal Nightmare Fruit.
After countless struggles against rival ti beings, they had finally secured the chance to claim it.
Lin Yuan, after a final glance toward the ti loops deep in the Chaos Void, withdrew that fragnt of his consciousness.
He was ready to continue studying the Yin-Yang Life-Bloom.
“The third Source World…”
A thought flickered. Deep within the Gate of Myriad Realms, thirty-three Source World coordinates glimred faintly.
So far, Lin Yuan had only explored the first two. Thirty-one remained.
He hadn’t ventured further because the remaining Source Worlds still carried threats—even to his life.
But now, strong enough, he could at least observe them—to prepare for exploration after reaching the thirteenth rank.
With that thought—
Lin Yuan’s consciousness sank into his mind, gazing upon the vast, majestic Gate of Myriad Realms.
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