Arad's unruly savior

The chains of order, composed of different rune combinations, intertwined, unstoppable, piercing through the void, their light immortal. The path of rules transformed into a harpoon to hunt down a giant whale, directly shattering Azathoth's true form.

The Lord of the End speculates that Ye Lin has successfully integrated the power of the second path, achieving a dual-status state, taking a completely new step, and reaching unprecedented heights.

What's particularly noteworthy is that he wasn't born with the status of a creator; he started as an ordinary person.

This was something that He, who was born from the concept of the end times, found incredible and somewhat unacceptable, and in the end, He overturned the table.

An enormous "mirror" materialized from the end of time and space. The colossal object stood in the air, blocking the river of time, and hanging down with billions of strands of laws of destruction. Mysterious patterns were carved on the edges of the "mirror". Upon closer inspection, they were depictions of all living things, including humans, dragons, and other races. Some were performing sacrifices, some were cultivating the land, and there were even terrifying scenes of gods kneeling.

The hazy, blurry mirror gradually became clear. First, a dark background spread out rapidly like ink on paper, then countless stars lit up. Immediately afterwards, those points of light seemed to form their own "mirrors," reflecting the corresponding civilizations and creatures more carefully.

The "mirror" reflects the darkness of the original universe, the stars, the gods, and even every person, every reptile, and every grain of dust, replicating the entire universe one-to-one.

The Lord of the End then looked at Ye Lin and said calmly, "This is the power of the Path of Illusion. Nothingness is reality, and reflection is truth. Even gods, even you and me, can be reflected."

In the deepest part of the mirror's reflection, several terrifying figures stood above all things, treading on the sun, moon, and stars, exuding the aura of creation. When they looked over, their gazes were extremely aggressive, seemingly capable of crushing the void of the universe.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that those figures are actually luminous forms without faces or clothing, failing to truly reflect the original Creator.

The Lord of the End spoke, saying, "The power of the mirror will equally annihilate everything it reflects."

In other words, everything reflected in the mirror is a perfect replica of the real world, all presenting the opposite posture, possessing equal power with each of the reflected objects, one positive and one negative.

After the battle, the opposing forces will annihilate each other and disappear completely.

Whether mortal or a powerful god, they will perish together with their opposite self; the illusory path replicates the opposite universe.

Ye Lin glanced calmly at the terrifying figures deep within the mirror world. One of them was almost identical to him, with one eye a brilliant gold and the other a chaotic state between darkness and gray. The aura of his status spread out, terrifying beyond measure, making all things tremble and want to kneel and submit.

"Is it really a reflection of everything?" Ye Lin asked meaningfully.

Countless flames of civilization, a vibrant world—in that instant, all living beings saw their reflections in the mirror and were immediately plunged into immense panic.

The gods in the beginning also felt the pressure and encountered trouble.

Somewhere in the universe, Venus, the goddess of beauty, looked at "herself" before her. The other woman possessed the same noble and elegant temperament, outstanding demeanor, and dazzling beauty. More importantly, she also held power.

The opponent only had a portion of the power of the end attached to its physical form, interwoven with dim yellow and dark red.

The Time Lords silently watched another "self" confront each other in the void, with endless fragments of time flying around.

“His strength is no less than mine!” the Endless Ymir whispered.

Opposite Him, there also stood a silver lion's head, wielding the power of time.

Arad Continent.

The Lucky Three-Tailed Cat bristled, arched its back, exposed its claws, and growled threateningly as it stared at the other "Lucky Three-Tailed Cat" in front of it.

The Lucky Three-Tailed Cat is one of a kind; there is no other like it. What you see in front of you is definitely a fake.

The priest Grandis lightly made the sign of the cross on his chest, then looked at himself holding the cross, his face ablaze with evil flames, and whispered:
"God..."

Mona, who had no cultivation level, pursed her lips, looked at her other self, took a deep breath, and was in a dilemma. However, she had a special impulse in her heart that she could not control and wanted to defeat her opponent.

In the mirror dimension, Siat gazes at the end, her hands clasped in front of her, resting on the hilt of the magnificent and enormous Contract Sword, Levodin. The inverted blade gleams coldly, crackling with lightning that tears through the void, possessing the power to sever cause and effect.

She frowned slightly, her expression grave. Not only was the reflection of the main dimension reflected, but also the nine existing parallel dimensions—or, to be precise, ten parallel dimensions including Hilder's own ideal—were clearly outlined.

Then, she saw "herself" in the mirror, with the same hands on the hilt of the contracted greatsword, the same physique and appearance. The difference was that the person in the mirror had many patches of dim yellow and dark red on their body, like armor, looking majestic and imposing, staring back at her with endless indifference in their eyes.

Mo Mei also saw another "self," with the same appearance, eyes that seemed to be bursting with red light, and an astonishingly fierce and destructive aura.

She concluded, "Everything is reflected in the mirror; no one is an exception."

In the Dragon Dimension, Sophie also saw her reflection in the mirror. The appearance and figure were almost identical, just like looking in a mirror. It was so close that the image was very clear. The only difference was that the other person had a cold temperament and had patches of the power of the end on their body.

"What a really good fake." Sophie muttered. They had long known about part of the power of the Path of Illusion, which could reflect all things in the opposite way.

Then the primordial artifact of this path was shattered by the combined efforts of the gods. When the fragments exploded, they were like a meteor shower, with streaks of light falling to all corners of the universe. The gods then divided up the fragments of the artifact.

My family also has several fragments of the Creation Artifacts, which have been tested for their power.

Sophie took out the long, sharp, scarlet primordial dragon blade, the peerless Dragon Emperor's Blade. This blade had slain the Dragon King, killed enemies of equal strength, drunk the blood of gods, and was inscribed with the supreme laws of rank.

Although it is not as good as the divine artifacts of gods, it is not far off.

Since it's counterfeit, just destroy it.

At exactly the same time, the "Sophie" in the mirror also wielded a sharp, bright red, and savage dragon blade, the shape of which was exactly the same as Sophie's own weapon, except that it seemed to be a little darker red in color.

"That's interesting."

Sophie commented that her mind remained calm. The Primal Dragon Blade in her hand flashed with bloody light and transformed into a dragon-slaying spear that required two hands to wield. A bloody aura spread, and her fighting spirit surged once more.

One of the great abilities of the Primal Dragon Blade is that it can change its own form at will. As long as its skills are proficient, it can freely change and use all eighteen kinds of weapons without diminishing its power.

The reflection of "Sophie" in the mirror also changed accordingly, mirroring the dragon blade as a two-handed spear for slaying dragons.

Then, no matter how Sophie changed her weapons, expressions, or hairstyle, the other party perfectly replicated her.

"Fake stuff, how infuriating." Sophie spat, then swung the Primal Dragon Blade at her reflection in the mirror. A crimson light flashed, and the two dragon blades collided, producing a metallic clang and sparks flying.

Then Sophie had a flash of inspiration. She put away the Primal Dragon Blade, took out a pure white cow leg bone with teeth marks, held it high, and looked smug, as if it were some kind of supreme and invincible holy sword.

Possessing it will make you invincible.

She really liked the taste of the beef leg, so she kept it as a souvenir. The "Sophie" in the mirror also put away the Primal Dragon Blade, then her movements visibly stiffened, and she failed to take out the beef leg bone immediately.

Sophie immediately laughed, waved the cow leg bone, and said with a faint sarcasm, "So, your wisdom is very simple, close to primitive instinct, and you simply cannot understand how much I like this cow leg and why I would give up my weapon to take it out."

Sophie felt that at this moment, she was the smartest person in the world.

Sophie in the mirror made the same gesture, except that what appeared in her hand was not a cow leg bone, but the Primal Dragon Blade.

"Oh ho." Sophie raised an eyebrow, "She really has no sportsmanship."

Ye Lin's calm yet mysteriously powerful voice resonated in the hearts of all living beings, saying:

"The reflection in the mirror is only superficial and not the true self. Go and search for and explore the different aspects of yourself. Believe that everyone and everything is unique."

All the living worlds, including the gods, who had been thrown into chaos by the reflection in the mirror, calmed down in Ye Lin's calm and powerful voice. They seemed to have suddenly gained great courage and strength from his voice, daring to face the strange phenomenon.

"A futile struggle." The Lord of the End declared, as a vast and boundless mirror descended from the End Time and Space, as if the heavens were collapsing and the universe were turning upside down.

From the perspective of the Creator, the path of the Supreme Being that was suppressed and fell became a perfect replica of the Origin Universe. The whole thing was both real and presented a sense of illusion, vast and boundless, and then it fell back into the Origin Universe and began to overlap.

Once the two overlap in all their details, the original universe will completely disappear in the clash of opposites, vanishing in an instant.

The illusion becomes reality, and then reality becomes illusion again, with these intertwined influences. At that point, no means will be able to reproduce the original universe, and all the layers of false shells will be useless.

Ye Lin drew his sword, pointing it directly at the Lord of the End, vowing to kill him.

Remy appeared and said, "You're right. The reflection in the mirror is not the real other half. How much power is hidden within? The mirror can only reflect the outline, but you don't know the greatness behind it. You're too idealistic."

"It's an illusion; it's impossible to replicate everything."

Heaven.

The archangels sounded the horns that symbolized war and the end of the world. The desolate sound spread throughout heaven and earth, as if telling the story of the heroes' demise. After the sad prelude, the rhythm suddenly changed, and then endless light and courage rose from the horns.

The battle is not over yet; the heroes' glory is immortal, and they still have the strength to fight.

The Hall of Heroes slowly opened all its doors amidst the sacred sound of horns, and ninety-nine holy paths of light opened simultaneously. White doves flew about, seven-colored holy light enveloped the area, and radiant feathers soared into the sky. Everything was dazzling. The heroes who had been sleeping in the Hall of Heroes awoke, picked up their weapons again, and donned their armor.

They roared and surged forth from the ninety-nine holy gates.

"Even if the mirror reflects everything, can it reflect our will to wait through endless years until this final battle?!"

Deep within the underworld, one after another deathly graves suddenly exploded, revealing powerful death lords and abyss overlords. Underworld knights opened their eyes, their white bones burning with ghostly flames, and their empty eye sockets suddenly blazed with dazzling flames of consciousness.

“We are dead, yet alive, asleep, yet awake; we are not in the mirror, but the flaw in it.”

The noblewoman in the black dress personally intervened, opening the barrier of the underworld. In that instant, the entire underworld shattered and exploded, and all the dead poured out, following some kind of inexplicable instinct, rushing towards those semi-illusory worlds.

Even in a land of wisdom, there are lives with "flaws".

"Reincarnation occurs again."

Remy murmured mysterious syllables, calling forth from the long river of history those figures who had passed away, those who had neither entered Valhalla nor the Underworld.

The elemental goddess Pusya understood immediately and granted permission to change the time scale.

Even more so, deep within the hazy and chaotic past, a figure seemingly asleep, at the level of a creator, slowly opened its eyes, and in an instant, a terrifying light shook the past and present.

He walked slowly from ancient times, each step surrounded by wind and clouds.

"A great will." The Lord of the End's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.

Could it be that Remi's earlier act of burying his great will and suppressing it with the path of reincarnation was not to erase his primordial status or deprive him of his path of creation, but rather to use it to escape the reflection of the illusory path?

“You guessed right.” Remy nodded, smiling brightly, her beauty dazzling.

If she hadn't had this idea, Ye Lin might have already been affected by the fate of the dark side and had his great will severed.

In the eyes of the Lord of the End, her smile seemed especially hateful.

Celia manifested the Primordial Sea, where billions of chaotic lightning bolts flashed, piercing through the past, present, and future, omnipresent and all-encompassing. Then, the Primordial Sea directly dispersed, and the Land of Godhood was divided into many parts, transforming into streams of light that entered the bodies of the transcendents.

The power of the transcendents surged wildly in an instant, directly breaking through the threshold of gods. Their aura was overwhelming, their light shone brightly, illuminating the darkness, and they temporarily possessed the power of gods.

Those transcendent beings who were previously illuminated by the mirror did not receive the power for advancement from the Primordial Sea.

The imperfections reflected in the mirror are becoming more and more numerous, and it is no longer perfectly symmetrical.

The Lord of the End sneered, the gem between his brows shining brightly, radiating boundless light and resonating with the illusory "Origin Universe".

He possesses the essence of the illusory path, and such flaws can be completely remedied through secondary reflection. Whether it is a heroic spirit, a dead person, or a temporarily ascended being, all can be reflected again, transforming into a perfect replica of reality and illusion, one to one.

However, a cold, eerie voice suddenly rang out:
"Have you forgotten me? Do you think I'll give you a second chance? Don't even dream about it."

With a deafening roar, the majestic chains of order stretched across the heavens and the earth, their dazzling runes flashing as a mysterious power descended, forming a colossal barrier that severed the two realms in an instant.

All the primordial beings were separated from the real world.

The Lord of the End frowned. He sensed it; the limitations of the Path of Rules had taken shape, and the Creator's Position could no longer directly target the real world.

Azathoth, now transformed into a giant eye, also showed signs of anxiety and unease.

Rules take shape.

(End of this chapter)