In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

"I'm different."

He slowly raised his right hand, and the emblem on his palm shone brightly:

"I will not suppress it."

"I will purify it."

The moment he finished speaking, the emblem on his palm shattered—not damaged, but disintegrated. The dark gold emblem transformed into countless tiny specks of light, like fireflies, rushing towards the fluorescent blue torrent.

Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stopped talking.

He turned and lunged at the door, trying to escape back inside.

Lin Qiye did not stop him.

Because Yuan cannot escape.

Those specks of light, those embers, had already wrapped themselves around Yuan's body along the veins of his mutated nature. They were like vines, like chains, like invisible hands, dragging Yuan back inch by inch from the doorway.

"No—!" Yuan roared, "I am one of the Three Attendants! I have lived for countless years! I—"

"You've lived too long," Lin Qiye said, "so long that you've forgotten this universe doesn't belong to you."

He raised his hand, his five fingers slowly closing.

Countless points of light lit up simultaneously, transforming into a massive, dark gold emblem covering the entire hillside—exactly the same emblem on his palm, with horns guarding the sun.

Yuan's body, amidst the light of that emblem, began to disintegrate inch by inch, starting from the edges.

It wasn't that they were killed.

It is being purified.

The mutated qualities detached from his body, turning into specks of fluorescent blue light that dissipated into the night sky. His body, deprived of nourishment, aged, withered, and crumbled at a visible rate, like a dried-up corpse.

He looked at Lin Qiye one last time, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

But Lin Qiye understood the shape of his lips.

He meant "candle."

Lin Qiye did not answer.

He watched as the ashes that Yuan had turned into were swept away by the wind, watched as the door lost its support and slowly closed, watched as the crack in the sky gradually closed, and finally, only a clean starry sky remained.

He looked down at his palm.

The emblem shattered and did not reform. The dark golden light had turned into specks of light, scattered in the air.

He stood on the slope and waited for a while.

The wind swept across the slope, stirring up ashes. The first hint of dawn gradually appeared on the horizon; in the direction of the holy city, the morning bells did not ring—the temple was in complete chaos, and no one remembered to strike the bells.

He originally planned to return to the Holy City.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt a very slight vibration under his feet.

It wasn't an earthquake.

It shattered.

The tremor rose from the depths of the earth, growing stronger and stronger. He crouched down, palms on the ground—and then he felt it.

It's not that the seven sealed points are awakening.

It is the original universe, which is shattering.

He closed his eyes, and his senses spread out, covering the entire land, the Canggu Mountains, Black Wind Valley, and Dry Bone Ridge, the Holy City and Iron Wall City, and every inch of this universe.

Cracks are everywhere.

Purifying the mutated nature wasn't just about removing the lesion. That thing had lingered for too long, becoming one with the laws of the original universe—every inch it eroded was part of the universe's flesh and blood. Stripping it away completely was like removing the tumor-ridden half of a body.

The foundation has crumbled.

The universe is collapsing.

The cracks spread from Shilipo like a net, stretching from the ground all the way to the sky. The crack in the sky that had just closed opened again, this time even larger, tearing through the entire dome.

He looked up.

What we see is not dark clouds.

It is the starry sky.

Countless starry skies.

The barrier of the primordial universe shattered, and the aura of all the heavens and myriad worlds poured in from the crack—some were warm, some were cold, and one carried a familiar scent that he had been away from for too long.

He suddenly understood why Zhu had preferred to suppress rather than purify it back then.

Purification is equivalent to dismantling the skeleton of this universe.

He didn't try to fix it. It was beyond repair; the foundation was broken, and forcing a repair would only make it collapse more shattered.

He did something else entirely.

He raised his hand and tore the crack wider.

Door after door opened before him.

Each door leads to a universe.

Those powerful beings who have been trapped in the original universe for countless years.

The descendants and remnant souls of the supreme beings who ascended from the heavens and were suppressed by the Candle.

The moment the door opened, they all rushed towards their respective universes. Some glanced back at him, while others didn't even turn their heads. They had waited for too many years, and finally, they found their way home.

Lin Qiye stood there, watching those people disappear one by one behind different doors.

The cracks are still widening, the laws are still collapsing, and the fluorescent blue mutation is seeping out bit by bit along those cracks, flowing into countless universes.

He raised his right hand and opened his palm. The emblem was broken, but the patterns remained.

Each of those scattered specks of light in the air is a thread of his blood.

He sent them out.

Countless points of light, one by one, flew into the vast universe through those cracks.

Each speck of light is a thread of blood.

The candle once spread its bloodline across the heavens, and thus he came.

Today, he spreads his bloodline to the heavens.

As many universes as the mutated traits seep into, so too will countless descendants of Lin Qiye be born.

Behind him, the primordial universe shattered completely.

The earth sank, the dome collapsed, and stardust was swept into the heavens by the cracks, scattering into countless universes.

……

The Origin Universe arc has concluded.

I personally felt the writing was poor, so I quickly finished it.

Thank you so much to all the readers who have been quietly supporting us.

Next comes a new chapter, Lin Qiye's rebirth journey in various universes.