Super God Academy: Kabuto

Lin Yu in black brought the Lin Yu of the present world into a space that transcended definition.

Here, direction and dimension lose their meaning, and the linearity of time is completely stripped away. In the field of vision, only countless intricate patterns of light, as fine as neural networks and as dazzling as nebula vortices, flow silently, flicker, and intertwine in the boundless "nothingness." Each fleeting pattern of light is like a glimpse of a world, a timeline, a possibility collapsing into silence the instant it is born, together forming this chaotic and vast "sea of ​​time."

"Your understanding and control of 'time'," Lin Yu's voice rang out, calm and cold, without a ripple, yet imbued with an absolute certainty that seemed to have been tempered through countless reincarnations, "remains at the most superficial level of 'application,' rather than 'control.'"

Lin Yu was deeply shaken. He was indeed exploring the power of time that originated from the depths of his bloodline, yet was completely unfamiliar to him. However, he relied more on his instinctive reactions in battle and the vague guidance from scattered inheritances, like a child wielding a giant hammer, knowing its power but not its principles.

Lin Yu, dressed in black, did not look at him. His deep gaze was fixed on the ceaseless flow of light patterns, as if he were reading an epic that only he could understand: "At your current level, I can clearly anchor the 'coordinates' of different timelines and conduct limited but precise cross-line observation and information extraction." He paused slightly, raised his right hand, and seemingly casually gathered and extended his five fingers in the void.

In an instant, several previously unrelated, independently arising and ceasing light patterns seemed to be captured and linked by invisible threads of fate, abruptly altering their flow trajectory! They joined end to end, precisely splicing and interlocking, beginning to slowly rotate along a perfect circular orbit, ultimately forming a self-closing, internally isolated, and stably operating luminous time ring. Within the ring, light and shadow flowed, and scenes changed, as if a miniature universe was undergoing an endless, causally self-consistent cycle of destiny.

"This is not a simple 'time stop'," Lin Yu, dressed in black, said, holding the floating halo, his voice like an explanation of a cosmic truth. "Instead, it is a 'slice' cut from the river of time, connecting its beginning and end to weave a 'closed-loop interval' that is self-consistent in causal logic and operates independently. Time still flows within this loop, but it has broken away from the main channel outside and becomes a self-contained entity."

The halo floated silently, its inner light and shadow depicting birth, death, prosperity, and decay, radiating an aura of independent, stable, and unyielding law. Lin Yu, merely gazing upon it, felt a trembling resonance and enlightenment deep within his soul—a direct and profound shock at the application of a higher level of the time dimension.

"Your most pressing need right now," Lin Yu in black continued, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "is to transcend the stage of 'using' the power of time, to deeply understand its 'essence,' and to master the 'power' to construct, weave, and even partially 'define' the structure of time." As he spoke, his left index finger pointed out, aiming directly at the center of Lin Yu's chest in the present world.

The instant fingertips touched—

boom!

Deep within Lin Yu's consciousness, the origin of the "world," which stemmed from the initial gift and remained hazy and dormant, like the primordial chaos before creation, was suddenly stirred! It was as if a dormant heart had been injected with the first current of rules, beginning to beat powerfully and rhythmically! Countless previously obscure and incomprehensible complex models, fragments of laws, and even geometric images of higher dimensions, interwoven, folded, and woven with time and space, surged forth like a torrent unleashed, directly washing over and imprinting themselves into the core of his cognition! It was not the infusion of knowledge, but the opening of "understanding" itself, allowing him to "see" the intricate and magnificent skeleton behind the veil of time.

"Remember," Lin Yu's voice, clad in black, resonated like a law etched into the very code of the universe, echoing endlessly within his soul. "Time is not a one-way, irreversible river. It is a foldable letter, a thread that can be skillfully knotted, a dimension that can be precisely cut, and even more so... a 'fabric' that can be rewoven and given a completely new structure. And the 'world' power awakening within you is the initial 'loom' and the final 'scroll' that carries all these operations. It is the only foundation and authority that will allow you to truly transcend all predetermined boundaries in the future."

He withdrew his finger, and the floating halo of time, which depicted a closed-loop destiny, vanished silently, as if it had never existed.

"The conflicts and collapse of the outside world need not occupy your mind at this moment." For the first time, Lin Yu in black truly looked at Lin Yu in the present world. In those eyes, as black as eternal night, were reflected the fragments and sediment of billions of years. "I am here."

These four simple words carry immense weight. They refer not only to the many "avatars" of Lin Yu in black who are currently acting and making arrangements in the outside world under different identities, but also to the deeper, more complex connection and arrangement between them, concerning the essence of existence and ultimate mission.

"Here," Lin Yu's figure in black began to become transparent and ethereal, as if to merge into the eternally flowing sea of ​​time-patterned light surrounding him. His voice also became ethereal and distant, like a proverb from the end of time, "You possess absolute safety and endless time. You can try countless times, allow failure, allow breakage, allow confusion... until one day, your fingertips can touch the cold and real 'weight' of 'time' itself, and your will can truly wield the 'shuttle' that weaves destiny."

The lingering sound echoed and lingered.

Lin Yu, dressed in black, had completely disappeared into the chaotic yet magnificent background of light patterns, leaving no trace.

Only Lin Yu of the present world remained, standing alone and resolute at the center of this "Sea of ​​Time." Before him, endless mysteries of time flowed like a river of stars; within him, the newly awakened "world" roared with thirst and a drive to create. The road ahead was long, his cultivation had just begun, and in his hand, he already held that invisible "key" that might redefine everything.