507: Chapter 508 A clone enters another world; gods and demons explore for the first time, stirring up a storm.

Lu Chen-Shi felt the power of the Law merging into his Primordial Spirit, and a smile curled at the corners of his mouth: "No, this isn't a 'Good Person Card,' it's a 'Household Register.'"

As this resonance of the Law integrated, within his Purple Mansion and Sea of Consciousness, the pitch-black broken spear mark representing the Law of Destruction and the emerald sprout mark representing the Law of Creation both erupted in brilliant light!

The two opposing Laws, which had only been partially understood, seemed to receive the purest nourishment at this moment, beginning a frantic transformation and sublimation!

Upon the pitch-black broken spear, the aura of destruction became purer and more condensed, as if it could easily sever Karma and end all phenomena. Meanwhile, the emerald sprout bloomed with even more vigorous vitality, its light of creation flowing; it seemed that with a single thought, it could bring spring to withered wood or turn stone into gold!

Even more wondrously, these two originally incompatible powers of the Law actually reached a more perfect balance within his Primordial Spirit at this moment.

New life was nurtured within destruction, and after new life came silent extinction.

Life and death, Reincarnation, cycling without end.

“So that’s how it is...” A flash of realization crossed Lu Chen's eyes. “The Laws of Earth's Heavenly Dao, while not as vast as the Origin of the Universe, are more... harmonious.”

It had witnessed the birth and death of countless lives, and in itself, it contained the simplest yet most profound Dao of destruction and creation.

Lu Chen had successfully undergone his Body Integration Heavenly Tribulation under the Laws of Earth's Heavenly Dao, and during the process, he had grasped a sliver of the true meaning of destruction and creation. This undoubtedly caused Earth's Heavenly Dao to view him in a new light.

This resonance was not only a recognition of his strength but more like an 'investment.'

Lu Chen reached out his hand.

In his left palm, a wisp of ink-black flame quietly rose; at the edges of the flame, emerald specks of light flickered faintly.

In his right palm, a verdant sprout broke through the Void Realm, brimming with life, yet upon the tip of the sprout, there was a faint, lingering aura of extinction.

He slowly brought his hands together.

Sizzle—

There was no world-shaking sound, only a ripple that defied description, centered on him and spreading out in all directions.

Wherever the ripple passed, cosmic dust seemed to be endowed with life; they gathered and swirled, evolving into the prototype of a nebula, only to vanish silently into nothingness, before new points of light were born once again from that nothingness...

Birth and destruction, cycling repeatedly.

“Destruction is creation, and creation can also be destruction,” Lu Chen murmured softly, his eyes shining with divine light. “This Earthly Heavenly Dao has given me a great gift.”

Lu Chen could feel that after this resonance, his understanding of the Laws of destruction and creation had increased by at least thirty percent!

This was not just a quantitative increase, but a qualitative leap.

He was now confident that if he encountered that previous Lightning Tribulation of destruction again, he could even attempt to directly transform those destructive forces into creative forces to nourish himself.

“It seems this trip back to Earth wasn't in vain.” Lu Chen-Shi's face broke into a satisfied smile.

Inside the bridge of the zixiao, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi watched the three “Lu Chens” floating side-by-side outside the viewport, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

The polished metal floor reflected their stunned faces, especially Amaterasu, whose small mouth was slightly agape and eyes were wide and round.

“Mas... Master...” Amaterasu rubbed her eyes, her voice weak and filled with disbelief. “What... what is going on? Three... three Masters?”

Tsukuyomi was slightly more composed than her, but the knuckles of the hand gripping her sword hilt had turned white. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “The aura... is exactly the same. All are Master.”

Lu Chen clapped his hands: “Alright, alright, you've seen enough of the show. It's time to get down to business.”

He turned his gaze toward Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, a look that seemed to penetrate the ship and reach the depths of their Souls.

“That old home of yours, what was it called again? Give me the star map coordinates.”

Hearing this, Amaterasu's slender body trembled slightly, the color drained from her face, and her voice shook a little: “Master... you are going to... my humble home?”

Tsukuyomi also looked up, her eyes fixed on Lu Chen with a complex expression.

Lu Chen waved his hand dismissively: “That place is where my Opportunity lies. One day, I will surely bring you both back to your homeland in glory.”

With a thought, a star map was projected onto the zixiao's large screen.

This was the very star map obtained from the crashed flying saucer in Antarctica.

His Divine Thought surged into the star map like a tide; countless star points flickered, quickly outlining a route to an unknown Star Domain.

“Found it.” Lu Chen's fingertip lightly tapped a dim star point on the map.

He looked at the two Clones to his left and right, jerking his chin toward the star map: “You two, take the trouble to go to that Small World for a stroll and scout the way.”

The cynical Clone's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together with an excited smile: “Oh ho? Is this... a business trip on the public dime, complete with a tour package?”

The cold Clone spoke concisely: “Mission.”

The original Lu Chen gave the cynical Clone an annoyed glare: “Tour my foot! Remember, keep a low profile. First, figure out the details of that world and see if there are any... local specialties.”

As he spoke, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and an almost imperceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi exchanged a glance, both seeing deep concern in the other's eyes.

They knew all too well the dangers of their homeland; the two great powers, the Divine Temple and the Demon Palace, were deeply entrenched, filled with experts, and certainly not a benevolent place.

Amaterasu summoned her courage, took a step forward, and bowed: “Master, my homeland is named 'Erathia.' The Divine Temple and the Demon Palace are in opposition, in constant conflict. Within the Divine Temple, the Rank system is strict, and there are many rules...”

“Understood.” The original Lu Chen interrupted her and looked at the cynical Clone, “The Divine Temple, you go there.”

The cynical Clone curled his lip: “Don't worry, it's a piece of cake.”

A flash of light passed over him, and his features and bone structure began to undergo subtle changes. His originally somewhat unruly and unrestrained air quickly vanished, replaced by a gentle, elegant temperament that carried a hint of compassion for all living things.

Even his eyes became soft, though deep within that softness, a trace of craftiness still hid.

With a wave of his hand, a simple set of white linen robes covered his body, and he even fashioned a hood to look the part.

“Hmm, not bad, it has that vibe.” The original Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction. “From now on, you shall be called... Chen Lu.”

“Chen Lu...” The white-robed Clone rubbed his smooth chin, seemingly quite pleased with the new name. “Low profile, I like it.”

The original Lu Chen turned back to the cold Clone: “You, go to the Demon Palace. Tsukuyomi, is there anything to say about the Demon Palace's side?”

Tsukuyomi lowered her head slightly: “The land of the Demon Palace is called 'Helheim.' It worships absolute strength; it's the Law of the jungle, where having no rules is the only rule. To gain a foothold, one must be stronger and more ruthless than everyone else.”

“Simple and crude, I like it.” The original Lu Chen snapped his fingers. “This suits you.”

A flash of black Qi erupted from the cold Clone, his stature grew a few inches taller, his facial features became more defined and cold, and his eyes grew sharp as a hawk's, as if they could pierce through human hearts.

He changed into a set of tight-fitting dark black leather armor, the edges inlaid with an unknown metal that shimmered with a cold, eerie light.

“You shall be called Mo Chen then. Mo for ink, Chen for dust.” The original Lu Chen said, “One to mingle with the light, the other to enter the darkness.”

The cold Clone, no, he should be called Mo Chen now, merely nodded slightly to indicate his understanding.

“Remember,” the original Lu Chen gave a final admonishment, “your primary mission is to stay undercover and gather intelligence. Don't go in fighting and killing right away; that's what brainless brutes do.”

“Of course, if someone is blind enough to insist on running into your fists, don't be polite—beat them to death.”

“In my dictionary, the words 'show mercy' do not exist.”