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Ink patterns weave the world, Dao patterns lock the soul. The mortal world is an anvil, and all living beings are bait. Lin Yan went from coagulating blood to transcending the world. He used Dao patterns as a pen and continued to write on the remaining scroll: --Killing gods doesn't need to be shocking, just start by seeing through a crack.

As the gears gnawed away at the star's remains, he stood up from the wasteland, his fingertips brushing against the law of weightlessness. Under the stars woven by consciousness, he stole time to cook wine and broke the laws of gods into bones. In the cry of chaos, those plundered lights and shadows will eventually condense into a crown-- When the last shrine collapsed, outside the dimension, he smiled and saw the laws of all things, all becoming the lines in his palm.