Shen Jie stood by the window, gazing into the distance.
In the direction he was looking, Zong Lin’s aura was steadily rising, gradually approaching a threshold that made one’s heart race.
Even though separated by thousands of kilometers, one could still see a massive purple vortex suddenly appearing in the night sky.
In the city, countless people looked up in horror, while in the wilderness, countless aliens also gazed in astonishment towards the distance.
Shen Jie couldn’t help but take a step closer, pressing his palm against the glass.
The uniqueness of Rank One extended beyond spatial exclusivity.
During the ascension to Rank One, the past, present, and future, countless parallel worlds, and countless timelines of “self” would intersect.
Until they truly transcended the limits of living beings, converging myriad possibilities into a singular dominance of the present moment.
Unfortunately, he was unable to assist Zong Lin with such a promotion process.
Since the instant he first opened his eyes and regained consciousness, he had been in the “Form of Annihilation” of Rank One. However, during his infancy, his instinct for concealment and survival led him to masquerade as the same species as the first creature he encountered upon awakening.
Because of his inherent transcendence, he lacked the experience of ascending to Rank One and was unaware of the obstacles humans might face in ascending, let alone how to surpass them.
He could only speculate based on his limited experience.
During the convergence of ascensions, numerous consciousnesses and selves were linked, with the lowest likely being the Rank Three consciousness of Zong Lin when he first awakened his abilities.
However, he thought that Zong Lin had spent the longest time in Rank Two, so there should be more parallel consciousnesses belonging to Rank Two. And then there’s the Rank One that occupied uniqueness…
Shen Jie frowned, his fingertips uncontrollably tapping.
He rarely experienced strong emotional fluctuations, usually leaning towards positive emotions such as happiness, excitement, satisfaction, and love.
But it was the first time he felt such anxious uncertainty.
Though he believed his beloved must be the greatest existence, but, if something unexpected happened…
His slender fingers slowly clenched against the glass. The narrow eyes of the youth reflected in the glass were tinged with purple.
Anyway, even if he has to release all the seals on his power and push the remaining time to its limit, he will never let anything happen to Zong Lin.
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In the unknown dimension, where consciousnesses converged, had become a battlefield.
In the city where the rain of soul bone spurs fell.
Zong Lin spread his wings and swiftly broke through space, the long spear in his hand burning with pale flames, heading towards the gigantic mythical creature that caused countless human casualties as it flew over the city!
To break through the obstacles from countless consciousnesses of oneself, one had to stay true to oneself, firm in the “anchor point,” with no room for weakness or retreat.
Therefore, Zong Lin chose to attack first.
The pale gigantic creature’s two lantern-like red eyes narrowed to needles, emitting a deep roar, as its vast wings rose.
The airflow whistled upward, and the direction of the bone spurs falling towards the city suddenly reversed, all aimed at Zong Lin. With a sweep of its colossal wings, countless bone spurs pierced the air!
Zong Lin flapped his wings to block, but it wasn’t so easy to completely block the bone spur attacks approaching him at the similar level. The collision between the bone wings and the bone spurs emitted a dense and soul-shaking sound, visibly cracking some of the bone joints that formed the bone wings.
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At the same time, he forcefully traversed through the array of bone spurs at extreme speed, and the tip of his spear collided with the pale creature’s body!
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If it were another person, upon seeing a reflection identical to their own, they might hesitate for a moment.
But Zong Lin didn’t hesitate at all; his spear pierced through the chest of the alien consciousness.
Consciousness shattered inch by inch. Then assimilated and absorbed.
In the chaos emerged a strand of clarity.
Externally, tears of blood suddenly welled up in the massive, lantern-like eyes of the pale creature.
Its colossal body plummeted from the sky, collapsing upon the city, now in ruins, its petrified eyes gazing at the smoke-filled sky.
Zong Lin landed on it, leaning down to close its eyes.
This was just one of the battlefields.
Simultaneously, battles were unfolding in various places where consciousnesses converged.
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The orphanage was shrouded in mist.
The sounds of thousands of children and volunteer caregivers screaming and wailing could be heard, the smell of blood thick in the air, as if hell had opened a gateway to reality.
Zong Lin stood at the entrance, witnessing a young boy emerging from the mist.
The boy had a white crew cut, dressed in orphanage clothes. Despite his young age, his face displayed sharp, stern features, covered in blood.
This was… his younger self.
Orphaned at a young age, he grew up in the orphanage in District 18 of the city.
Because he always grew faster and taller than his peers, remained silent from a young age, few dared to bully him, but also few dared to approach him.
He enjoyed sitting alone in the garden.
Thus, the person he was closest to at the time was a gardener at the orphanage.
The gardener’s name was Chen Bieqing.
Even now, Zong Lin still remembered that wrinkled-faced woman.
She always smiled gently, showing kindness to every child around her.
She taught them many things—about kindness, morality, dreams, and responsibility. She laid the foundation for his later aspirations to become a guardian of the city.
Who could have imagined that such a person would be chosen by the mist, dragging the entire orphanage into hell?
And it was in hell that he awakened his Rank Three ability, “Soul Devourer”.
He forcibly consumed all the corrupted souls, allowing him to successfully escape from hell.
Countless souls of former companions screamed in his freshly awakened mind, trying to drag him into the abyss of corruption.
Back then, he held on steadfastly.
However, what emerged before him was a Rank Three alien, his own self who hadn’t survived the awakening of the superpower and had fallen into corruption.
The white soul ability on the boy’s body was writhing in distortion, his entire eye socket already occupied by pure white. He wobbled as if enduring immense pain, hands covering his ears, trying to block out the chaotic screams of countless souls, but to no avail.
He lowered his hands, emitting a piercing scream.
Zong Lin raised his spear, aiming at his younger self.
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…
One by one, different consciousnesses were defeated, absorbed, devoured.
Zong Lin’s soul energy was expanding and growing at an extreme speed—
In just moments, it doubled and redoubled.
This was the process of crossing from Rank Two to Rank One, the true boundary between human and divine.
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The giant tree at the edge of the world.
White hair fluttering behind, the creature completely covered in bone armor pointed the long spear at him.
A chilling sense of locking suddenly rose from the spine. Zong Lin almost instantly realized that the consciousness before him was different from all the others.
This was… the Rank One with uniqueness from all parallel worlds and different timelines.
His Rank One, the alien version of himself.
If he wanted to ascend smoothly, he had to pass this test.
And that was almost impossible.
Even though he had unified with the countless consciousnesses of his other selves, the gap between Rank Two and Rank One was like a chasm.
Could one fill a chasm by throwing thousands of bags of cement into it?
Such questions, Zong Lin had no intention of pondering.
He just tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
This time, the other party moved first.
Just as Zong Lin realized the concept of “the other party moved,” the figure that had disappeared in place appeared before him.
Zong Lin only had time to raise his spear to block, and it collided with the opponent’s bone spear.
A tremendous force, as if the whole world were colliding, rushed in. Zong Lin grunted, his body being pushed backward, and cracks appeared in the bone spear in his hand.
“…The timing is not good.”
His alien self spoke.
Its vocal cords were probably damaged due to the mutation, producing a harsh, hoarse sound from the friction of bones.
Zong Lin suddenly noticed that in the direction he was being pushed back, there was a sucking black hole.
Before being engulfed by the black hole, he saw a vast shadow suddenly appear in the sky behind his alien self.
The shadow loomed ominously, its presence terrifying to the extreme. Even the Rank One version of himself felt a sense of unmatched dread in its presence.
Within the shadow, there was a tangible entity. It appeared darker than the shadow itself, humanoid in form, tall and slender, with eyes of an extremely evil and icy purple, akin to flames burning.
Zong Lin recognized something familiar in this figure.
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The Bone Wasteland.
A black hole appeared in the sky above the wasteland.
Zong Lin flew out of the black hole, barely cushioning the force, and steadied himself, only to find himself in a vast white land.
The white color was due to the fact that the entire land was covered with the skeletons of living beings. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was complete silence, with no trace of any other living beings to be seen.
Standing on this land, he looked around and saw a flower on the hillside.
A red, crystalline flower.
So, he walked towards the direction of the flower.
The biting wind blew, causing the flowers to sway, and glittering phosphorescent powder floated in the wind. He saw where the pollen drifted, and ahead, on another hillside, another flower grew.
Equally blood-red, crystalline in appearance, growing on the skeletons.
He continued walking, encountering more and more flowers, and the gathered phosphorescent powder was like a ribbon. This ribbon fluttered and led to a huge temple ahead.
The temple rose amidst the scattered bones, appearing both grand and dilapidated.
He entered the temple. It was still silent, with not a soul around.
He walked through the crumbling corridors, past collapsed buildings overgrown with dried black vines, and the number of blood-red flowers increased.
Zong Lin suddenly stopped.
In front of him was a cluster of blood-red flowers. Standing amidst the flowers was a familiar figure—of course familiar, as he had just seen the person.
With white hair fluttering, bone wings drooping behind, bare-chested, it was gazing up at the moonlight atop a nearby temple.
Its back seemed to have been scratched by some creature, leaving numerous claw marks, one on top of the other.
“You are finally here.”
The other person spoke.
But this time, it wasn’t the raspy sound of bone friction heard before, but a deep human voice.
His own voice.
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