My Life Is Over

After bathing and burning incense, Lin Yu knelt before the ancestral master's statue.

"Xiao Yu, are you sure you want to cultivate the God-Invoking Technique?"

Uncle Nine asked solemnly. He had read the technique and knew what made it unusual, which made him hesitate.

Lin Yu was still so young that it did not matter much yet, but Uncle Nine truly treated him like his own son. If his family line ended in the future, it would pain him too.

"Don't worry, Master. Once my cultivation is high enough, I probably won't need the God-Invoking Technique anyway," Lin Yu reassured Uncle Nine.

There was actually one more thing Lin Yu had not mentioned: if he happened to invite an orthodox god to possess him, he really would become sterile.

Anyone connected to an orthodox god would naturally acquire a trace of divinity, and that divinity would naturally reject ordinary mortals.

That was why many people who invited gods to possess them in ancient times had no descendants.

Perhaps this was also a restriction imposed by the rules of heaven and earth. After all, this divinity could be inherited, so naturally, any descendants one had would also be born with divinity, different from ordinary people from birth.

That was also why the Jade Emperor forbade immortals from marrying mortals. The offspring of such unions were neither gods nor mortals and would disrupt the rules of heaven and earth.

But would Lin Yu be afraid? There were so many special fairies across the myriad heavens and worlds who would not fear such a thing. Fairy sisters were waiting for him.

"All right, Xiao Yu. I'll begin now."

Seeing that Lin Yu had made up his mind, Uncle Nine picked up a brush and began drawing on his body.

This was a means of communicating with heaven and earth: one made oneself into a vessel to attract the attention of immortals.

The better the vessel, the better the immortals' accommodations would be.

Lin Yu closed his eyes and sat still, quietly waiting.

Lin Yu could not help recalling Four Eyes' notes in the book. Divine beings were proud; they looked down on those with impure bodies, evil hearts, short lives and scant virtue.

Lin Yu took stock of himself. Surely he was no greatly wicked villain, and surely his fate was tenacious too. After all, he had managed to reincarnate even after dying.

"Hey!"

As Uncle Nine brought down his brush, Lin Yu's body became covered in scrawled talismans.

At this stage, the seeking of a god officially began.

Uncle Nine lit a stick of divine incense, sat cross-legged behind Lin Yu and silently kept watch over him.

Following the God-Invoking Technique, Lin Yu attached his divine soul to the incense smoke and slowly drifted off to who knew where.

A desolate place.

After arriving here, Lin Yu's Heaven-Defying Comprehension and his max-level God-Invoking Technique allowed him to see things ordinary people could not.

One glance was enough for Lin Yu to know that these were paths leading to the immortals' cultivation grounds.

Normally, if an immortal took a fancy to you, then when you sought a god, a path to that immortal's cultivation grounds would appear before your divine soul.

Lin Yu, however, was an exception. His Heaven-Defying Comprehension and max-level God-Invoking Technique meant he did not need an invitation; he could find his own way to their homes.

"What a shame. They're all broken."

Lin Yu looked at the countless paths before him leading into the heavens. Every one of them broke off halfway.

Before coming, he had imagined seeking out a big shot. With his comprehension, even if no top-tier great god came, surely he could find one who ranked above average.

But now there was no chance.

In the Age of Dharma's End, the Heavenly Court had severed contact with the mortal world to prevent the spiritual Qi in the heavens from pouring into it. Thus, those who invoked gods could only invite gods from the mortal world.

But what gods still remained in the mortal world now? Earth gods? Mountain gods?

It was not that Lin Yu looked down on them-he really did look down on them.

As for the paths leading underground, Lin Yu decided to forget about those. If he was unlucky enough to run into a fierce one, he would be unable to handle it. If he wanted one from underground, there were plenty of ancestral masters.

Lin Yu was in no hurry and slowly began searching. Impatience was the greatest taboo when seeking a god. He was facing many big shots here; if his restless impatience happened to earn one of their disdain, he would be finished.

Lin Yu carefully followed the pull of the incense smoke, drifting slowly through this silent place as he searched for an unbroken path.

He did not dare step off the incense path. Martial Uncle Four Eyes had repeatedly warned against it in his notes on the technique, and Lin Yu was very obedient.

Unfortunately, as time passed, Lin Yu still did not find anyone suitable. Most of those he saw were minor gods.

None of them could even compare to his ancestral masters, so why should he seek them out?

"Sigh, there's nothing else I can do. I'll have to go back and worship an ancestral master," Lin Yu said with a sigh.

He had been full of confidence before coming, but on his way back, his heart was full of disappointment. He truly had been born at the wrong time.

Just as Lin Yu was lamenting, a giant hand that blotted out heaven and earth reached for him.

"Holy shit! Martial Uncle never said seeking a god could lead me to my death!"

Lin Yu's heart had originally been calm and unruffled, but even he was frightened by the sight.

Eyes wide with shock, he watched as the giant hand seized his divine soul and carried it away, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

"Good thing it didn't crush me in one squeeze."

Seeing that it was only carrying him away, Lin Yu still had hope in his heart. Perhaps there was still a sliver of a chance for survival.

Unable to resist, Lin Yu was dragged to a river mouth.

"Marshal's Palace?"

Lin Yu stared at the three large characters on the temple, utterly baffled. Could it be that a marshal from some dynasty had taken a fancy to him?

No, that was not right either. What marshal had the ability to conjure the power of heaven and earth and seize him like that?

"Woof, woof, woof!"

While Lin Yu was still wondering, several barks suddenly came from inside the temple.

When they reached his ears, he felt as though his divine soul was about to be shaken apart.

"Still!"

Just as Lin Yu felt he was about to be shaken to death by a few dog barks, a majestic voice commanded his divine soul to be still.

After all that, Lin Yu stared in shock at the figure about to emerge.

A single word could decide another person's life or death. How astonishing that was!

He badly wanted to know which big shot this was.

"How did it go, Xiao Yu? It's all right if you didn't find one. As long as you worship an ancestral master, you can still invite one," Uncle Nine asked worriedly, looking at the expressionless Lin Yu.

"Don't worry, Master. I found one, and he's an orthodox god too."

Lin Yu turned to Uncle Nine with a smile and shared the good news.

"Really, junior brother? What does this orthodox god look like?" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, who had been watching from the sidelines, leaned over and asked curiously.

"I can't remember what he looked like, but he was very, very handsome."

Lin Yu scratched his head. He did not know why either. He had clearly seen him just moments ago, but had forgotten as soon as he turned away.

"You can't remember?" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged puzzled glances.

It had only been such a short while, and he had already forgotten?

"All right, divine beings cannot be looked upon directly. It's because the divine being Xiao Yu invited is very powerful, with the laws of the immortal Dao swirling around him. With Xiao Yu's strength, he cannot yet see him clearly."

Uncle Nine offered an explanation.

"Wow! Then which immortal did you invite, Xiao Yu?" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Yu enviously.

A divine being so powerful that one could not remember what he looked like-it stirred their hearts with longing just to hear about him.

"Look at this, senior brothers. Take a guess."

Lin Yu showed them a mark on his forehead, prompting his two senior brothers to guess.