I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

A bluish-gray flame rose from the surface of the invisible giant wolf, and the smell of burning ozone swept over it as the pack of wolves howled and charged toward Li Lin.

The colossal obsidian giant tore down countless bolts of lightning and even pitch-black calamity fire from the void, and a sun without light slowly rose.

The Yamata no Orochi laughed maniacally as it shook down a foul-smelling rain of poison from the sky, followed by a hurricane, an earthquake, and a tsunami.

“I will make my home among you, and my soul will not reject you. I will walk among you and be your God.”

However, just as the myriad colors began to crowd out that precarious golden-purple hue, Li Lin's voice rose from the endless light.

The raven feathers that blotted out the sky came whistling in again, like a torrential rain falling from the sky and leaping off the walls, crowding out the space occupied by other colors, like rain extinguishing a raging fire.

The sun has faded, the wolf pack has dwindled, and the sky is shrouded in dust.

When the storm of raven feathers finally subsided, everything here remained as it was, perfectly intact.

......

Thirty moments ago, as Li Lin fell into the void where he was powerless, he spoke to the ever-expanding void before him.

"You have already repaid the three favors you owed."

"Yes," Mrs. Elsa's voice held a hint of apology. "I'm so sorry, so sorry!"

“No, you did very well,” Li Lin said meaningfully. “Please hit harder, hit me in the chest.”

Sensing Mrs. Elsa's shock and confusion, Li Lin urged anxiously, "Hurry up!"

419 The Fourth Imprint

In the eyes of other god-slayers and the disobedient gods led by the Lord God, Lady Aisha was a god-slayer known for her incredible luck.

In Pandora's eyes, the original Lady Elsa... was indeed so.

By normal timeline standards, Lady Elsa has been a godkiller for over 150 years, although she always claims to be only seventeen.

However, in Li Lin's eyes, the timeline on Lady Elsa's body was so disordered that it resembled a tangled mess of braids, with indescribable patches of color mixed together, forming a semi-transparent cloak draped over her body.

The true age of this timeline retrograde person has probably been thousands of years through repeated backtracking.

Of all the existing god-killers, only Lady Elsa comes closest to the definition of an immortal—her repeated rewinds have made the length of time she occupies unprecedented, and the form of her existence unprecedented.

Even if that wasn't her intention, the fact is just so paradoxical. An indescribable force of luck propelled her, involuntarily traversing different times and spaces, planting one beacon after another in the past that even she herself didn't fully understand.

Some "landmarks" are erased by the corrective forces of history, while others are discovered, replaced, or rewritten by beings of the same level.

But most of the road signs survived, becoming countless scars left on the world.

"So I want you to take me back to the earliest beginning of history—before the existing god-killers, before the disobedient gods, before the last king, across this chaotic history, back to the right time recorded in history."

Li Lin said to Lady Aisha, whose face was indistinct, "Let the contract be made in the name of the Crow Collector."

"In the name of the god without a master, I will send you to the beginning of history."

Lady Elsa extended her finger, and then an unknown fire rose from the tip of her finger. The cloak, with its shimmering light and shadow, billowed up like wings, covering Li Lin from all directions.

The wind rises from the future and blows towards the past.

Everything before my eyes was rapidly fading, receding, and detaching into an abstract illusion, bizarre and surreal like sunlight on the water's surface.

—Power [The Fairy Realm Corridor: Beyond the Timeless Horizon].

Time is like a dried-up sea, and now these tides, composed of countless real and unreal things, are washing over Li Lin's ankles.

He once experienced a time travel journey, during which he occupied five hundred years of Inazuma's history, connecting the entire Inazuma Archipelago's ley lines with the body of the Divine Cherry Tree, thus gaining a "length" of five hundred years.

Now he can feel his "existence" being expanded.

He did not exist continuously for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, but appeared in different forms in different eras.

Li Lin was both a gentleman living in the 19th century and a pirate who roamed the Atlantic in the 17th century. His consciousness flowed through the French court in the 15th century and then saw his own face on the shores of a Scottish lake in the 13th century.

He swallowed the elixir called Liaodan amidst the endless clouds of Louguan Pass; his head was chopped off by the young Flying General of the Han Dynasty between the grasslands and the desert; he leaped into the air as the Hu people attacked him by the rolling river; and he turned to ashes in the raging fire that set the sky ablaze at Chibi.

His consciousness then crossed the boundary of the Common Era, and he fell from the desolate and terrifying universe along with the Star of Bethlehem, crashing into Wang Mang's army.

The line between reality and unreality became blurred. Li Lin picked up the bow and arrow that had killed the hundred sons of the State of the Nation in the Battle of Righteous Law. He saw the Black Sky reveal a cosmic form before him.

Li Lin spread his wings in Ragnarok, devouring the roots of the World Tree, his wings adorned with the heads of dead gods and heroes.

He saw himself falling with his arms outstretched amidst the great fire of Lutai, and saw the stars in the sky spinning and falling into the fire, burning into a shimmering white.

Li Lin spanned eight thousand years of human history.

But he was still going against the flow.

Human history, spanning eight thousand years, began with a long night and ended with a wildfire, when humans, kneeling in the mud eating, struck flint to create sparks.

Without hesitation, Li Lin plunged into that chaotic, eternal night.

And so, another twelve thousand years passed.

In that era, when chaotic and foolish behemoths were still called "gods," Li Lin's consciousness was like a small boat that could capsize at any moment, struggling but determined to reach the beginning of the age of gods.

Then, he reached the finish line.

......

In the vast universe, countless fragments of time, enormous interstellar warships, and magnificent ancient castles flow in all directions like rivers, while the trajectories of stars, like droplets, envelop these isolated islands in the universe.

Within the spiraling, contracting spatial structure, the lines that constitute time itself shimmer and undulate.

However, Li Lin did not linger there at all.

The force that propelled him forward had burned out long ago at the end of eight thousand years of human history, and he alone walked through the twelve thousand years of darkness that followed.

Now, at the singularity where time and space do not exist, can he continue walking?

"can."

As always, Li Lin stretched out his hands and pressed them against the endless void before him.

“I will build a road here and create a door.”

First, there's a crowbar called "Shocking God".

The crowbar struck the void before him, bursting into brilliant sparks. As soon as the sparks leaped out, they ignited into a path illuminated by a faint flame.

Then came the spear called "Lament".

Li Lin grasped the spear and threw it into the distance, where it flew like a shooting star, never to return, hovering above his head.

Next was the longsword called "Heart's Delight".

The seven swords drew a door on the endless road before them, with a faint light shining through the edge of the door frame.

Li Lin reached out and pressed his hand against his chest, piercing his skin, passing through his bones, and squeezing his heart.

There is a heart of a rock god there, which once belonged to the Rock King Emperor under the throne of Heavenly Principle, and now belongs to Abraham Lilin.

He then raised his hand, reached towards his spine, his fingernails piercing through his flesh, and grasped the third vertebra.

Li Lin felt the pain as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and took a deep breath.

He broke his spine and pulled it out of his body.

Then he severed the blood vessels connecting to the heart and pulled the heart out of his chest.

An unprecedented fire rose from between the fingers, forging the golden heart and spine, which resembled a rook in chess, together to form a golden object.

This is something that resembles a long mace from an ancient painting, yet it has properties somewhere between metal and jade, with intricate golden patterns running from the base to the tip.

——【Nine Thoughts Whip】.

Li Lin shoved the long whip into the door bolt, using it as a key.

After doing all this, he did not collapse to the ground because of the loss of his spine—the Fourth Mark supported his empty body, giving him the strength to do the next thing.

420 Li Lin died

The path of the Casters differs from others; they worship power, a desire powerful enough to change themselves.

In most cases, this insatiable appetite is directed at the Day Forge and the Lionsmith in the horns. The former has a burning appetite and astonishing desires, often seeking to change things; the latter forges monsters, seeking the valor to recast their own bones and muscles.

The realm has casting masters, not just the daytime forge and the lion craftsman, but the focus of the crescent moon and dawn is slightly different; the laws they govern are closer to skill and transformation.

Although transformation and skill are equally important in the realm of casting, just as the Beach Crow always gives way to the Ant Mother, the Crescent Moon, and the Double-Horned Axe in the realm of enlightenment, in the realm of casting, they always give way to the ingenious and ruthless Daytime Forge.

Therefore, all the disciples of the casting school preferred to sculpt with their bare hands rather than using tools. They would not be burned when they touched the flames, but would coexist with the flames like dragons.

Therefore, those who forge immortality are more arrogant than other immortals, believing that their life form is more perfect than that of other immortals.

In this situation, almost all those who are extraordinary in their crafting abilities are not interested in legendary artifacts. After all, in order to pursue power, they are bound to destroy one legendary artifact after another and forge them into their own bodies.

From the moment they received the third mark, solved the riddle of the Stag Gate, and saw the true Mansour, they were no longer mortals—the spirituality of the knowers began to nourish their bodies, and at this point, the desires they pursued truly began to influence reality.

From the third mark onwards, obtaining each subsequent mark requires a tremendous price, because the ascent of an extraordinary being on the path also means their continuous approach to the radiance.

For example, with the fourth, fifth, and sixth marks of the path of the lamp, the extraordinary will become more curious than ever before. They will gradually become ruthless, filled with cold rationality, and at the same time need to drink in the spirituality and spirit of others, devouring their wisdom as resources for the growth of their own spiritual body.

For example, the fourth, fifth, and sixth marks of the Path of the Cup require consuming the flesh and blood of others to satisfy the hunger inflicted by the Red Cup. The flesh and blood of others will suppress the dryness of their bodies while simultaneously promoting their physical transformation. Ultimately, the immortal of the Red Cup will give birth to a new self upon ascension.

Suppressing one's desires does not allow extraordinary individuals to accumulate strength and achieve great things. On the contrary, doing so will make them further and further away from the radiance. This manifests in them as the fading of their mark, the forgetting of their secret teachings, and the rejection of their inner self.

The advantage of the path of forging lies in the fact that as long as one keeps burning oneself with fire, constantly destroying and reforging oneself in the fire, one can reach the next perfect realm. However, Li Lin's path is obviously very different from that of ordinary disciples of forging.