When I awoke, I found myself at odds with the world.

That was the situation Lin Yun faced; that vision was not merely a dream, for he had truly visited the Canglan Divine Country before.

It was an occurrence from an even earlier time.

His predicament back then was far more challenging, with Jingzhe coveting him for a meal, the Spring Tribe indeed facing a split, and he was without any cultivation level or the wealth of combat experience.

The Canglan Divine Country was his first destination through the traverse.

Back then, all he had to his name were good looks and intelligence.

Thus, the past events unfolded similarly to those in his dream; relying on his keen observation skills, he confirmed that Guyu was dependable and identified the insider traitor.

Then, at a critical moment, he chopped off Yushui’s head with an axe. Differently, Yushui’s Divine Token flew to him, and Lin Yun, wielding the power of the Divine Token, struck down Jingzhe with a thunderbolt.

This Chapter of the story lacked the ostentatious struggles of the dream – Jingzhe’s Divine Token also automatically flew into Lin Yun’s hands after his death.

Because of this, some even believed Lin Yun was a reincarnated Divine Spirit, which indeed was the underlying reason he could win over Li Chun, cunningly eliminate the tribe leader, and consequently rise as the new Leader of the Spring Tribe, leading them on campaigns from the south to the north.

Only after this did he learn the God of Canglan had perished, a fact that the tribe’s priests had long been aware of.

Furthermore, they all knew that acquiring all the Divine Tokens would grant them divine power.

The priest of the Lin Dong Tribe, foreseeing an inevitable great war, led the tribe northward where they were adept at surviving the cold, unlike the tribes of spring, summer, and autumn.

As the Lin Dong Tribe had anticipated, the summer and autumn tribes, under the guise of various pretexts, waged war against each other, while the Spring Tribe laid low. Being the weakest, the Spring Tribe was not a major concern for the summer and autumn tribes; as long as the Spring Tribe kept its peace, the other two could settle their scores before dealing with them.

The main concern was that excessive pressure could push the Spring Tribe to align with the opposing side. In this power play, the Spring Tribe emerged as the ultimate victor.

Not trying to waver between the two tribes was indeed the wisest choice for the priests at that time.

Furthermore, the Spring Tribe’s priest always believed that the gods would return.

However, instead of the gods, what came to the abandoned Divine Altar was Lin Yun.

Through his efforts and the handy trait of being able to utilize any Divine Token he obtained, Lin Yun successfully united the world under his rule, becoming the Overlord of an entire realm.

Yet, to wear the crown is to bear its burden; as the greatest tribal leader, he had to start pondering where to lead his people.

The only solution he could think of at the time was to gather all the Divine Tokens.

And when he achieved this, Canglan awoke.

At that time, all of Lin Yun’s power came from the Divine Tokens; he had not cultivated himself, and there wasn’t enough Spiritual Energy in the Canglan Divine Country for his cultivation – he could only use the Divine Tokens.

In the presence of divine beings, he was nothing but an ant.

But Canglan dared not take action against Lin Yun either, for Canglan’s own people no longer believed in the divine. If he did not clutch at the straw that was Lin Yun, he too would completely perish.

Moreover, their stances were not adversarial; rather, they were like grasshoppers on the same rope.

Lin Yun sought a hope for survival, and Canglan too wished to continue living.

To live on, they needed to extend the destiny of the Canglan Divine Realm.

With the destiny of the Canglan Divine Country nearly over and not wanting the world to destruct, there were only two options. The first was to become a deity, to use one’s Divine Power to stabilize the world, and to set in order the cosmos and the Five Elements.

The second option was to steal the destiny of other worlds.

In the Canglan Divine Country, Lin Yun could not become a deity, and to steal destiny, he could only be sent out.

Thus, Lin Yun and Canglan reached a consensus and forged a Divine Pact.

Lin Yun was to help Canglan solidify the Canglan Divine Realm and steal destiny, not just for himself but for those who supported him, while Canglan would help Lin Yun and his wife, Guyu, leave the Canglan Divine Realm.

Even as a leader, Lin Yun still harbored his selfish desires.

He prepared for the worst: if he could not protect the entire world, at least he would ensure Guyu’s safe survival.

Then he would rely on himself to save the Canglan Divine Realm. If he could save it, he would; if not, then so be it.

To send the people of Desolate Ruins successfully to the Mortal Realm was not merely a matter of breaking through barriers; Canglan needed to employ the reverse Yin and Yang method, drawing upon the power of time and space to erase the marks of Desolation from their beings, allowing them to avoid being targeted by the Heavenly Dao in the New World.

Ultimately, through the path of reincarnation, they would be sent to the Mortal Realm.

From that point on, they would both be thoroughly cleansed, transformed from outsiders to natives.

Guyu left first, followed by Lin Yun.

Exhausting all divine power, Canglan sealed the seed of the Canglan Divine Realm within Lin Yun’s heart.

From then on, if the Divine Realm thrived, so would Lin Yun; if it crumbled, Lin Yun would perish.

According to Canglan’s calculations, the Divine Realm should still have several hundred years before collapse, so there was enough time to spare.

Thus, the mortal world gained another half-hearted individual.

Indeed, I, Lin Yun, thought myself merely a worker, but it turned out I was also an insider traitor.

I thought I had completely left behind my undercover identities with the Green Lotus Sect, Red Lotus Sect, and the Central Plains, yet unexpectedly, there was still such a huge mine buried underneath.

It seems like I cannot get past the hurdle of being an undercover agent in this lifetime, can I?

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Becoming an undercover was a task for centuries ahead, but thinking of Guyu and Fang Yu, with their similar faces and personalities, Lin Yun highly suspected that Fang Yu was indeed Guyu.

Recalling the critique Book Immortal gave to Fang Yu, it felt like everything fell into place again.

"Originally a guest of the Purple Cloud Palace, a single glance at Brother Yun led to a lifetime of entanglement."

Thinking it over, wasn’t the guest of the Purple Cloud Palace hinting that Fang Yu was an inhabitant of the Divine Realm?

But there was a bug in this theory: he and Guyu had left one after another, with Fang Yu now close to four hundred years old, while he had been here for less than a year, casting doubt on Lin Yun’s confidence.

However, there wasn’t too much need to fuss over this issue; whether Fang Yu was Guyu or not didn’t affect their relationship. At most, someone who looked exactly like Fang Yu might emerge later to join the harem battle.

That wasn’t the main issue, though. The key was Lin Yun’s next choice.

Seizing the destiny of a world was simple: Lin Yun just needed to gain enough prestige and status in this world.

For instance, if he became the Emperor of the Central Plains, the destiny of the Central Plains would attach to him. And if he went a step further to unify the entire world, conquering both the Grassland and the Central Plains and even subduing the Demon Tribe to become the supreme ruler, it would mean that the destiny of the entire world would converge upon him.

At that time, the Canglan Divine Realm would absorb this immense destiny to strengthen itself.

Yet destiny was a fixed quantity. If Canglan drew away this world’s destiny, the Canglan Divine Country wouldn’t collapse, but this world would become unstable because its destiny had been siphoned away; disasters would descend, and Spiritual Energy would tend towards exhaustion.

The Canglan Divine Country of yesterday might be the Mortal Realm of tomorrow.

This was the reason for Lin Yun’s complicated feelings.

He had a certain affection for the people of the Canglan Divine Country, and moreover, his life and death were bound to Canglan.

But in this world, he also held deep emotions, not merely affections, but he had many wives as well.

He might disregard the common folk of this world, but he had to consider his wives.

The current situation was that he was already on the path to becoming a Great Emperor, because not becoming one could mean death.

Therefore, his wives were all working hard to help him break his Heavenly Mandate and prepare for his ascension to the throne, after all, it was he who had devised the plan to become Emperor.

With the concerted efforts of his many wives, none had anticipated that his enthronement could bring catastrophic disaster upon the world.

Making this choice was truly difficult for Lin Yun.

Yet just now, Dongfang Hongyue’s words also provided him an answer.

In fact, he wasn’t without options; it was precisely because he already had a preference in his heart that he was struggling and suffering.

"Well, with a few hundred years to go, perhaps I can become a Divine Spirit?"

Lin Yun figured that, judging by his current progress in cultivation, he might indeed manage it.

As long as he became a Divine Spirit, he wouldn’t need to rely on the world’s destiny, and a world without harmed individuals would be realized.

But he had a nagging suspicion.

Could the Canglan Divine Realm really last a few hundred more years?

If Fang Yu truly was the reincarnation of Guyu, then she had already been present for centuries. Could there have been a slight deviation during his landing process?

Given a few hundred years, Lin Yun felt he could indeed become a Divine Spirit.

But if there were only a few years left...

"Let’s take it one step at a time. First, I need to figure out how to renounce the identity of the Great Emperor."

Lin Yun dispersed the Great Mist and went to find a place to sleep.

Sleeping allowed him to dream of Black Cat and, incidentally, dream of Bai Jiaojiao as well.

Dongfang Hongyue wasn’t wrong; the more people there were, the stronger the force. After some discussion, it might not be a dead end.

After all, the most important thing in life is happiness, right?

However, no sooner had he cleared the Great Mist than a sword light fell from the sky, followed by a woman in white floating before him.

Who else could it be but Lin Yu?

"I heard you appeared in Ziyang City, under pressure from Lord Dongfang and Palace Master Jiang. If that is so, why did you not come to me?"

Lin Yun: "..."

Good Lord, he had just been wondering what Lin Yu was searching for, all fury and bluster.

Could it be that the clown was me all along?

How did Lin Yu know he was here?

Upon hearing, who was this person? Lin Yun quickly found the answer.

Lu Lihua, he would remember her.

He would surely seek revenge in the future!

Yet, unbeknownst to Lu Lihua at that moment, she had already been noted in Lin Yun’s little book; flush with pride, she thought how she had covertly helped Lin Yun again.

Lord Dongfang, Palace Master Jiang, and Elder Lin Yu were all so fearsome, unlike her, who would only ever feel concern for Brother Yun!