250: Chapter 251 The Vanished Boy, the Sparkling Internal Organs, and the Shattered Rules

Zhang Wei's exclamation sounded as if it were coming from another world.

Lin Qi's senses were disintegrating at an unprecedented speed.

He could see that bloodshot, terrified fat face and hear his desperate shouting, but he couldn't feel it. Sound had no vibration, and light had no temperature. The entire world was fading, transforming from a realistic dimension full of detail into a coarse, cold, and textureless painting.

This was no hallucination.

The will of a Martial Saint was like an ancient rock, sufficient to see through all falsehoods. He knew clearly that his spirit was not under any attack.

The problem lay with the world itself.

Or rather, the 'underlying logic' of this world that supported his existence.

He tried to pull back the hand that had 'penetrated' the armrest, but though the thought was sent, his arm didn't react. No, there was a reaction, but it wasn't physical movement; it was a more bizarre 'floating.' He couldn't feel the weight of his arm, the contraction of his muscles, or the support of his bones.

His Physical Body was uncoupling from the Laws of physics.

“Seven Bro! Don't scare me! What's happening to you?!” Zhang Wei had already lunged over, trying to grab Lin Qi's shoulder.

Then, his hand passed right through.

Like passing through a holographic projection.

Zhang Wei's body froze, the terror on his face turning into utter blankness and confusion. He watched his palm wave back and forth through Lin Qi's shoulder, unable to touch any solid entity.

“I... Holy shit...” the fat man muttered to himself, his worldview shattered in that instant.

Lin Qi paid him no mind. He was using all his mental focus to combat that overwhelming 'rejection force' coming from the world itself.

Chen Shu's words echoed in his mind.

“He is avoiding direct interaction with this 'world'.”

“A god or demon who can crush Law constructs with his bare hands—what exactly is he afraid of?”

It turned out he wasn't 'avoiding' it; rather, ever since his Transmigration, there had always been a subtle barrier between his body and the physical Laws of this world. He was like a person wearing an insulated suit; he could touch the wires, but he was never truly connected to the current.

And now, someone had cut open that insulated suit, exposing him nakedly to this world's 'Law power grid'.

And this grid chose not to accept him, but to erase him.

[System Rejection Reaction].

Li Qingcang's final trump card.

No, this wasn't a power Li Qingcang could possess. That old thing was just a desperate gambler pushed to the front. The mysterious person behind him demanding a 'living specimen' was the true mastermind behind all this.

Lin Qi tried to mobilize the True Qi within his body, but as soon as it left his body, it instantly dissipated, turning into invisible energy particles and returning to the surrounding environment. He couldn't even condense his Protective Aura anymore. The formation of Protective Aura required energy exchange with the outside space and needed to follow a series of physical Laws like pressure, density, and temperature.

When the Laws themselves begin to 'ignore' you, all your power becomes a castle in the air.

He felt his body becoming lighter—no, he was losing the very concept of 'mass'.

He looked down and could see his legs becoming transparent. The hard metal chassis of the truck looked like dashed lines in his eyes.

If this continued, in less than three minutes, he would be like a non-existent bug, completely purged by the 'program' of this world. Erased entirely from the physical level.

What should he do?

Flee? Flee where? The entire world was rejecting him.

Resist? Resist with what? He couldn't even lift a stone because the interaction between 'force' and 'mass' no longer applied to him.

Memories of his past life as a Martial Saint surged frantically in his mind. He had experienced countless life-and-death battles, faced mythical giant beasts, and challenged gods in games. But he had never encountered such a desperate situation.

The enemy wasn't any living creature, but 'existence' itself.

Fear.

A sliver of cold, long-forgotten fear seeped out from the depths of his Soul.

But he immediately suppressed it with an even more powerful will.

I am a Martial Saint.

The path of Martial Arts is to go against the heavens. If the heavens do not tolerate me, then I shall be the heavens!

Since the external 'heavens' want to erase me, I will open a new heaven within my own body!

A crazy thought pierced through the deathly despair like a bolt of lightning.

What was the Foundation of his power system?

It wasn't True Qi, it wasn't Protective Aura, and it wasn't those miraculous Moves.

It was this tempered Physical Body! It was the 'Organ Refining Realm' Dao body that had already turned into a Five Elements cycle furnace!

The external Laws were the Great Cycle, while his five organs were the Small Cycle!

If the Great Cycle judged him as a virus, could he forcibly break away from it and become a world of his own... within his Small Cycle?

This was an idea without any theoretical basis, one that even violated all his martial arts common sense.

But right now, it was his only way to survive.

Lin Qi suddenly closed his eyes, gave up all futile struggling, and sank his entire will into the interior of his body.

He ignored the horror of Xiao Zhenguo and the others outside, ignored Zhang Wei's near-tearful shouting, and ignored his own slowly dissipating limbs.

His mind sank into a five-colored, misty Chaos.

Those were his five organs.

The heart was like the sun, radiating the vital heat of 'Fire'.

The lungs were like metal, maintaining the respiration of 'Metal'.

The liver was like wood, sprouting the vitality of 'Wood'.

The kidneys were like the sea, flowing with the Origin Qi of 'Water'.

The spleen was like a mountain, carrying the fundamental transport of 'Earth'.

The Five Elements generated each other in a continuous cycle; this was originally the natural state of the Organ Refining Realm.

But now, Lin Qi was going to do something unprecedented.

He was going to use his Martial Saint will, condensed as if solid, to forcibly change the 'definition' of this cycle!

“Heart as Fire—not the fire of life, but the Fire of Law! Define my temperature!”

“Lungs as Metal—not the metal of breath, but the Metal of Law! Define my solidity!”

“Kidneys as Water—not the water of Origin Qi, but the Water of Law! Define my internal flow!”

“Liver as Wood—not the wood of vitality, but the Wood of Law! Define my structure!”

“Spleen as Earth—not the earth of transport, but the Earth of Law! Define my mass!”

His will turned into an invisible carving knife, frantically engraving his own 'rules' onto his internal organs!

This was a form of self-mutilation, but even more so, a form of self-salvation.

Intense pain!

Indescribable pain radiated from deep within every cell of his body. It wasn't tearing, it wasn't burning, but a type of... agony from being forcibly 'defined' and 'distorted'.

It was as if a living person were being stuffed into a skeleton that didn't belong to them.

Inside the truck, Zhang Wei watched in horror as five clusters of different colored lights suddenly lit up inside Lin Qi's semi-transparent body!

Red, white, black, green, and yellow!

Five-colored brilliance swirled frantically within him, forming a chaotic and violent vortex. Lin Qi's body flashed violently between transparency and solidity, like a lightbulb with a bad connection that could go out at any moment.

And the heavy truck he was in let out a groan of being overburdened. The metal armor of the vehicle began to develop strange cracks without any external force!

Xiao Zhenguo and his bodyguards were dumbfounded.

They saw that with the truck as the center, space itself seemed to distort. Light was refracted, and the air vibrated.

That youth—what on earth was he doing?

Wasn't he being erased by some great power? Why... why did it look like he was fighting back?

No one could understand what was happening before their eyes.

This had already exceeded the scope of a 'battle'.

This was... a war between gods.

And the battlefield was that youth's body.

Lin Qi's teeth were clenched tight, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but as soon as the blood appeared, it turned into a wisp of red smoke and vanished.

His physical existence was being stripped away.

And the 'Inner World' he was creating had not yet taken shape.

He was about to reach his limit.

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely crushed by that rejection force, he 'saw' into the depths of his Soul.

There, there was no data, no panel.

There was only a blurry figure practicing one set of fist techniques after another.

That was the memory imprint of his past life as a 'Martial Saint'.

As if sensing his crisis, the figure suddenly stopped, looked up, and its gaze crossed time and space to collide with his will.

A pure, vast, and peerless Martial Dao intent crashed into his crumbling mind!

“Where I am, there is the world!”

At this moment, Lin Qi's will completely merged with the Martial Saint of his past life.

If the world does not tolerate me, then... I shall take my body as the world!