389: The path to divinity is progressing by leaps and bounds.

The moment Lin Fan stood up, the violent collapse of the entire Mining Area came to an eerie standstill for a split second.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had pressed the pause button.

"Brother Fan!"

"It's Brother Fan's voice! Brother Fan is awake!"

The remaining Xin Huo Members erupted in the ecstatic joy of survivors from their hiding places and the silence of despair.

Supporting each other and dragging their broken bodies, they rushed like mad toward the ruins of the Command Hall that had been leveled to the ground.

Atop the ruins, Zhao Linger was unharmed.

And standing before her was the man they thought would never wake up again.

"Brother Fan!"

Fatty Zhang ran at the very front, the fat on his blood-stained face trembling with excitement.

He opened his arms, wanting to give Lin Fan a solid bear hug.

However, just as he rushed to within three steps of Lin Fan, his movements froze without warning.

An indescribable pressure—not power, not Aura, but an absolute gap in the level of existence—made every cell in his body cry out in submission.

He felt as if he wasn't rushing toward a brother.

But toward a starry sky, a deity.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He wanted to kneel.

It was an instinct from the depths of his Soul.

At that moment, a gentle force delivered Li Hanyue, whose true spirit had just been reunited and whose consciousness was still in Chaos, softly onto the ruins.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lin Fan's back.

That back was still familiar.

But she clearly felt that an insurmountable chasm now lay between them.

It was the distance between a Mortal and a god.

Her gaze became incredibly complex, filled with the relief of escaping death, deep-seated love, and heartfelt gratitude.

Finally, it all turned into a trace of awe and estrangement that she herself hadn't even noticed.

"Lin Fan..."

Zhao Linger, however, did not feel any pressure.

In her world, there were no deities, only her man.

She bypassed the frozen Fatty Zhang and stepped forward, supporting Lin Fan's slightly swaying body from the side.

"How are you? Your body..."

Her hand rested on his wrist, and her spiritual energy probed inside. In the next second, her face turned pale.

Completely empty.

Inside Lin Fan's body, there wasn't a single trace of spiritual energy; his Meridians were withered, and his Dantian was deathly still.

Just like a Mortal who had never practiced Cultivation.

The only difference was that his life force was so vast and boundless that it startled her.

Lin Fan felt her worry, turned his head, and gave her a slightly pale smile.

With the appearance of this smile, the invisible pressure shrouding everyone's Souls quietly dissipated.

Fatty Zhang's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, not daring to step forward again.

The surviving Xin Huo Members also stopped, looking at Lin Fan with awe. The fervor and worship in their eyes were almost overflowing.

They knew that their god had returned.

But they also vaguely felt that the Brother Fan who could put his arm around their shoulders and curse along with them... seemed to be gone.

"I'm fine."

Lin Fan nodded reassuringly to everyone.

The transcendent, holy temperament he carried, though much restrained, was still as indelible as a brand.

"Help me back."

He whispered to Zhao Linger.

He needed to figure out immediately what exactly had happened to him... inside the Emergency Shelter.

Lin Fan sat down cross-legged again and immediately sank his mind into himself.

The familiar System interface was now a shocking expanse of gray.

All the Cultivation Techniques, Divine Abilities, and treasures he once possessed were dull and unusable.

Only a single line of brand-new, never-before-seen golden text flickered quietly at the very top of the panel.

【Uniqueness Divinity Repair Path Activated】

He immediately pulled up the System log.

Lines of data streams flashed rapidly before his eyes.

【Detected Host's True Self burning, 99.9% of Soul Origin annihilated...】

【Warning! Conventional repair path has failed!】

【Detected injection of unknown high-dimensional energy: Power Of Faith!】

【Analyzing Power Of Faith...】

【Analysis successful! Power Of Faith is a Soul anchor based on "cognition" and "identification," which can be used to reshape the foundation of existence...】

【Urgent construction of Uniqueness Repair Plan...】

【Plan construction successful! Using the conviction of three hundred Kindling death-sworn as the cornerstone and the prayers of all living beings as fuel, condensing the "Mortal Divinity"!】

【Divinity Rank: Lv.1 (Newborn)】

【Core Rule Analysis: Purification (1%), Order (0.8%)... derived from the Origin gift of the [Bishop Puppet].】

Lin Fan understood instantly.

He was no longer a Cultivator who relied on cultivating Spiritual Qi.

The conviction of all living beings was the anchor that stabilized his "existence."

Their prayers and worship were the fuel that drove this "Mortal Divinity."

With a thought, he tried to breathe in and out as he had in the past.

However, the world he "saw" was completely different.

In his perception, the world was no longer filled with multi-colored Spiritual Qi, but a void.

Within the void floated countless threads, finer than dust, shimmering with various colored lights.

Those were the "Rule Fragments" that formed the lowest level of this world.

He took a soft breath.

From the surrounding space, those Rule Fragments representing "Order," "Solidarity," and "Energy" were actually pulled directly out of the void by him and inhaled into his body.

Immediately after, the golden power of conviction originating from the Kindling members turned into an invisible furnace.

It directly smelted, analyzed, and then wove these violent and primitive Rule Fragments into his own power.

This process couldn't even be called Cultivation.

This was creation.

Exercising the authority of a god with a Mortal body!

Lin Fan could clearly feel a sliver of brand-new power, far more fundamental than spiritual energy, rapidly forming within his empty body.

This speed of improvement... one day could equal a hundred years of bitter cultivation in the past.

This was the Path of Divinity.

However, just as he was immersed in the shock of this new power.

Outside the shelter, the long-broken holographic star map suddenly flickered and forced itself on.

Fatty Zhang's terrified scream, tinged with a sob, came through the communicator.

"Brother Fan! It's bad! Look at the sky!"

Lin Fan snapped his eyes open.

Those pure golden pupils pierced through the alloy walls of the shelter and the thick layers of rock, looking toward the endless Void Realm outside the Tomb of the Epoch.

He saw that the massive Purification Fleet, after losing the [Bishop Puppet], had completely changed its strategy.

All the warships began to disperse in all directions, forming an incredibly massive circular array.

The bow of every warship lit up with a blinding light.

These lights linked together in the void, outlining an unimaginably huge runic formation that covered the entire wreckage of the Tomb of the Epoch.

A "Rule Cage" was rapidly taking shape.

They were going to completely erase this graveyard that buried the previous epoch, along with everything inside it, from the river of time.