The Illness Was Cured (End of the Daoist Weirdness Arc)

Everyone watching the livestream saw Su Lin fight his way out of one collapsing Worldline, then plunge straight into another world inside Heaven of Deposed Saints.

Lu Mingfei did not know what anyone else thought, but he was ready to drag Mr. Fool down with him. At least he could take Zhou Mingrui along before a certain petty Light God found him by other means.

Su Lin was getting more outrageous by the day. Perhaps the size of a person's heart was inversely proportional to his strength.

As for answering Su Lin's challenge and going over for a fight? Not unless he had lost his mind.

Lu Mingfei watched in terror, trying to work out what each blow on the screen would do if it struck him.

Each sweep of the Fallen Six Wings, which devoured the aurora, brought a world crashing down at some point in time.

From ancient times to the present, from the future to now, the Dragon Steed's four hooves trod on shards of space. A silver spear pierced through the Ash Curtain from end to end, the vortex at its tip drawing in countless stars.

Zhao Yun's power alone could not have overcome the sheer scale of Heaven of Deposed Saints, even if rage had pushed him past his limits and unleashed the soul-burning, blood-igniting force that never failed in battle. But Su Lin was now using the destructive power of that cultivation to charge the Wings of Ashes.

By feeding battle with battle, he grew more terrifying still.

Shattered Heavenly Daos, collapsing universes—he seemed to have become a World-Destroying Demon Lord spreading Calamity, bringing Destruction to everything in his path.

It had nothing to do with any greater cause. This was a personal grudge between Su Lin and Heaven of Deposed Saints.

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