Lin Yan Enters the World! The Tenth Epoch Falls into Darkness, Qian Yuhan: "He Has Come..."

Qian Yuhan did not dare to think about it.

But she had to.

Because she was the Angel God, humanity's only protector.

If even she refused to think about it, humanity truly would have no hope.

Yet she did not know—

A gaze was watching her with great interest through the world membrane.

"This woman is really full of herself."

Gu Yue lay sprawled at the edge of the spatial barrier.

One claw propped up her chubby chin.

Her dragon face was filled with disdain.

"That brute wouldn't care so much about you. He'd only want you to breed more, then wipe out the world to add to his soul-path foundation."

The more she spoke, the more worked up she became.

"Nine epochs, nine! He wiped them out just like that without even blinking."

"And this woman is still pondering the will of the gods—this dragon is dying of laughter. The gods don't have any damn will. The gods just want to slaughter the pigs once they've been fattened up."

The moment she finished speaking—

Smack.

A slap landed on the back of her head.

It was not hard, but it sent her entire body pitching forward with a muffled thud.

"Ow!"

Gu Yue clutched her head with both front claws and turned around with teary eyes.

"Why did you hit me?!"

Lin Yan stood behind her and withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

"I can hear you."

Gu Yue indignantly puffed out her chest.

"Just because you can hear me, you can hit a dragon?! Don't you know randomly knocking a dragon on the head can make her stupid?"

She argued her case, her voice growing louder and louder.

Then she met Lin Yan's eyes.

There was no emotion in them.

They were like a frozen lake, so cold that not even a trace of light could penetrate them.

Gu Yue's voice grew softer and softer.

She shrank her neck, crossed her front claws over her chest, and muttered in a tiny voice, "...You can hit me. Fine?"

Lin Yan looked away, his tone indifferent. "Can we start?"

Gu Yue huffed as she climbed to her feet.

She recovered her composure extremely quickly—or rather, she had long grown used to this kind of treatment.

In less than three seconds, she lifted her chin again.

"What are you rushing me for?"

"This dragon is the Silver Dragon King, sovereign of all soul beasts. Follow this king from now on—could I possibly be short one soul ring?"

She glared at Lin Yan with watery eyes, her chin raised high.

She tried her best to squeeze a dignified expression onto her chubby dragon face.

Lin Yan looked at her.

Expressionless.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Gu Yue's chin began to ache, but she stubbornly refused to lower it.

"...Chicken drumsticks for dinner."

"Right away!"

Gu Yue's dignity instantly scattered to the ground.

Her entire body sprang up as she circled Lin Yan's legs three times.

But she immediately realized she was acting far too fawning. She hurriedly coughed twice, stopped, and tried to put on a stern dragon face.

"Ahem, well—first, you need to enter the world."

Her tone turned serious again.

"In the real universe, I do not possess a divine position. With my current cultivation, it is simply impossible to provide the divine power needed for a god's blessing."

"Only within the world, by drawing upon the elemental power of the entire world, can I wield all my authority."

Lin Yan nodded.

He had expected this.

Without wasting words, he raised his hand and touched the world membrane with his fingertips.

Ripples spread across the transparent membrane wall, undulating outward in circles like waves upon water.

His figure gradually blurred within the ripples as the power of time and space enveloped his entire body.

It stripped his existence from the dimension of reality and cast him into that slowly rotating microscopic world.

Gu Yue followed close behind. Her silver-white dragon body transformed into a bolt of lightning and slipped through the world membrane.

And within the world—

On this day, the entire world fell into darkness.

The sun went out.

The sky above the entire world was dyed a pure, absolute black without the slightest impurity.

At the highest point of the divine temple, Qian Yuhan suddenly raised her head.

Her six wings spread sharply behind her as holy light erupted from them, attempting to illuminate her surroundings—but it was useless.

The holy light spread less than three meters before the darkness devoured it completely. It could not even illuminate her own face.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

She opened her mouth, wanting to sound a warning, wanting to order the temple knights to assemble, wanting to do something—but she could do nothing.

A terror exploding from the depths of her marrow nailed her body firmly in place.

Her knees went weak.

Her soul screamed.

Every nerve in her body conveyed the same message—

He had come.

The sky split open.

Like a sheet of paper being torn apart, a gash split through its center, stretching across the heavens.

At the end of that rift emerged a vast, overwhelming, indescribably enormous figure.

"How could this... how could He have come so quickly?"

Qian Yuhan's mind roared.

Fifteen years of preparation—from the first night after she was born into this epoch, she had begun preparing for war.

She had rebuilt the Angel God's divine position, gathered the faith of the entire world, trained the temple knights, and pushed human civilization to unprecedented heights.

She had thought that this time, they would at least have the strength to resist.

At least enough to earn the right to negotiate.

But when that figure truly descended, she realized just how laughable her thoughts had been.

Fifteen years of preparation could not even last one second before Him.

"The Tenth Epoch... is it going to meet its end like this?"

Qian Yuhan's voice squeezed out of her throat.

Hoarse.

Desperate.

Filled with a helplessness that seeped into her bones.

In the square before the divine temple, countless believers stared blankly upward.

The white-haired old priest remembered the Angel God's prophecy—

The Creator God would eventually descend. It would be the end of the epoch, but also the beginning of a new one.

He had known that this day would come sooner or later.

He had been preparing for this day ever since he assumed the position of priest.

But he had never expected it to come so soon.

The Angel God had descended only fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years were not even a ripple in the river of history.

"Creator God..."

The old priest trembled as he knelt.

His forehead slammed heavily against the stone slabs, drawing blood.

"Please forgive us... please give us more time..."

"This epoch has only just begun. Our cities have not yet been completed, and we have not yet had the chance to offer you the most perfect sacrifice..."

His voice trembled, mixed with blood and tears as it carried far across the silent square.

No one answered him.

In the square, on the streets, beneath the city walls, countless people fell to their knees in terrified reverence.

Their bodies instinctively obeyed the genetic memories passed down from the First Epoch—kneel, pray, tremble, wait.

Wait for the end.

From the gods, they had learned of their origins.

They were the humans of the Tenth Epoch.

The previous nine epochs had all been destroyed.

Destroyed by demons, by natural disasters, by world-ending dragons, by endings personally brought down by the gods.

Every destruction had been accompanied by the figure of this Creator God.

He had played many roles in them.

Sometimes an observer, sometimes an executor, sometimes the disaster itself.

But without exception, He had always been terrifying.