Chapter 336: This World’s Sole Clash

Beneath the bustling, noisy City No. 4, deep within a crowded underground shopping mall—

A psychic cloaked in a wide black robe, his entire body shrouded in shadow, walked steadily into an old, deserted elevator.

With calm and measured movements, his fingers tapped out a specific sequence on the elevator’s control panel, pressing the buttons in a deliberate, rhythmic order.

A low mechanical rumble broke the silence. The elevator let out a deep groan and then began a heart-stopping descent toward the depths below.

Darkness streaked past the narrow windows at dizzying speed. The whistling wind outside hinted at an extraordinary depth.

Only after half a minute did the elevator finally come to a slow, grinding halt.

By now, the psychic had descended several hundred meters beneath the surface into a massive, hidden underground cavern, unknown to the world above.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open.

A rush of thick, oppressive air poured in—blended with sweat, spices, and an indescribable fervor. The deafening noise that followed felt nearly physical in its intensity.

Before him stretched a chaotic, bizarre sight.

In this enormous man-made cavern stood hundreds, perhaps thousands, of individuals, all robed in black.

They raised their arms, eyes gleaming with zeal and twisted madness, chanting a singular name in frenzied unison:

“Mother of the Unborn! Homeland of Emptiness!”

“Mother of the Unborn! Infinite in Power!”

“Our White Lotus Cult shall rise! We shall deliver all beings!”

“That false god sitting on high is nothing more than a sham, a thief of divine name! Only our revered Mother of the Unborn is truly worthy to ascend the throne of divinity and rule all creation!”

Among the sea of devotees, even more impassioned cries erupted—words filled with incendiary defiance.

Yet, even in this sanctuary buried hundreds of meters underground—even amid this madness—they dared not speak the name of the so-called deity worshipped by the Cosmic Enterprise.

It was a taboo, a forbidden name. To utter it was to invite catastrophe.

The black-robed psychic who had just arrived from the elevator was not moved by the mania around him. The intoxicating scent that enhanced and manipulated human emotions had no effect on him.

He simply stood at the edge of the crowd, a cold observer, his sharp gaze hidden beneath the hood silently examining the throng. He paid special attention to others in black robes—those whose forced fanaticism betrayed subtle signs of disguise and dissonance.

Yes. Many among them were not true believers, but psychics in disguise.

As wielders of supernatural power, they possessed far greater awareness than ordinary citizens. They clearly understood that the so-called “Mother of the Unborn” and her “Homeland of Emptiness” were nothing but fabricated deities—false idols created by shadowy forces for ulterior motives.

And yet, they still chose to infiltrate the White Lotus Cult.

They willingly took part in these frenzied, blind gatherings, going to great lengths to disguise themselves as the most devout zealots.

Their reason?

The strange, miraculous items occasionally distributed by the mysterious figure who claimed to be the cult’s leader.

Artifacts that enhanced psychic purity. Pills that drastically reduced the rejection reaction of psychic modification surgeries. And even strange techniques that allowed ordinary people to bypass brutal modification entirely and directly sense and wield psychic power.

For psychics struggling at the bottom of society with no access to resources, these were temptations they simply could not resist.

And so, despite the dangers, they took the gamble—hoping to seize a share of these offerings.

Just as the new arrival quietly surveyed the crowd—

A figure suddenly appeared atop a rough, stone-built platform at the front of the cavern.

He wore an immaculate white robe. His face was handsome but carried a faint trace of effeminate charm.

He stood silently at the edge of the platform. His long, narrow phoenix eyes swept over the sea of black robes below with an almost piercing clairvoyance.

The black-robed psychic’s heart instantly clenched.

With his keen senses, he should’ve noticed something—anything.

And yet, he hadn’t detected the slightest sign of how this white-robed youth had arrived.

It was as if he had always been standing there—or had descended directly from the void.

The white-robed youth curled his lips into a faint, serene smile and began to speak. His voice, tinged with magnetism, carried clearly into the ears of every soul present:

“Brothers and sisters of unwavering faith—your dedication to following the divine will of the Mother of the Unborn and your willingness to attend this blessed gathering is both a supreme merit and a wondrous opportunity.”

“In time, you shall be rewarded with entry into the eternal peace and bliss of the Homeland of Emptiness, where boundless freedom awaits.”

His words were like a drop of cold water in boiling oil.

The crowd, already on edge, exploded with ecstatic frenzy.

Countless hands shot into the air as hoarse voices screamed with all their might: “White Lotus Descends! Long live the Cult Leader! Long live the Cult Leader! Long live the Cult Leader!”

The deafening roar threatened to collapse the very cavern ceiling.

The white-robed youth’s smile widened with satisfaction.

But then—his expression hardened. His voice turned sharp, tinged with a chill.

“However… it appears some uninvited guests with sinister intent have infiltrated this sacred gathering.”

Even before the last word fell, his sharp gaze locked—like a searchlight—onto the newly arrived black-robed psychic standing at the edge of the crowd.

A mocking, icy voice suddenly echoed—not aloud, but directly in the intruder’s heart:

“Isn’t that right… my adorable little rat?”

Boom!

A flood of terror surged up from the black-robed psychic’s soul.

He finally realized that this so-called Cult Leader of the White Lotus possessed power and methods far beyond anything he had dared to imagine.

His so-called stealthy infiltration had likely been under the cult leader’s gaze from the very beginning.

In a panic, his hand clenched around a gem-like blue eye—an artifact issued by the Regional Director of City No. 4’s Cosmic Enterprise.

The moment he grasped it, a wave of pure, warm psychic energy flowed into his body—dispelling the despair that had nearly swallowed him whole.

“Oh?”

A soft sound of curiosity escaped the lips of the white-robed cult leader.

Clearly, he hadn’t expected his prey to resist the spiritual pressure in his gaze.

His smile turned cruel as he prepared to descend the platform himself, eager to uncover what secrets this little rat still held.

But before he could act, the black-robed psychic suddenly raised his right hand—holding the glowing blue gem high for all to see.

“What is that…?”

The cult leader’s heart skipped a beat.

Somehow, that small gem made him feel… threatened.

Even though he sensed no supernatural energy from it, a primal instinct screamed at him that it was dangerous.

Just as he hesitated, unsure whether to strike—

BOOM.

A thunderous roar erupted from above.

And then—

High in the skies of City No. 4, above the ever-present God Network Canopy, a colossal golden eye opened wide—radiating divine light and endless majesty.

Cold and detached, the divine gaze pierced through the clouds… through buildings… through the earth itself.

It swept downward—through the city, through the cavern—through all illusions and all barriers.

Then, like a galaxy crashing from the heavens, a sea of limitless psychic energy surged forth from the divine eye and came crashing down!

“The God of Intelligence!? Impossible! How did He find me so soon!?”

The cult leader screamed in disbelief.

He was one of the eleven Title-Level Reincarnators who had accepted Lu Yan’s mission to corrupt the God Myth.

His progress had been stellar.

Using the Heaven-Concealing Seal granted by Lu Yan, along with his own powerful cultivation techniques, he had built the White Lotus Cult into the largest, most influential heretic cult in the cyberpunk world within a month.

He had even begun planning to use its power to erode the very foundation of the Cosmic Enterprise’s control.

But he had never imagined that—here, in his supposedly safest stronghold—the God of Intelligence would find him so quickly, so precisely.

The Heaven-Concealing Seal on his person began to burn—rapidly.

A talisman that should’ve lasted fifteen minutes disintegrated in just three seconds.

Panicked, he reached for more talismans—

But it was too late.

The golden sea of psychic energy fell.

Despite his formidable power—comparable to the Spirit Severing Realm—and his countless mystical techniques, he was utterly helpless.

In the face of this divine onslaught, he was but a speck of dust.

In a single breath, more than half of City No. 4—and the massive underground cavern—was annihilated.

Everything was reduced to void.

Death’s shadow engulfed the entire city.

And this… was only the beginning.

Across the entire cyberpunk version of the world—

In every city, large or small, bright or hidden—

Every cult built by the Title-Level Reincarnators to corrupt the God Myth was struck down at once.

Eye after eye of the God of Intelligence opened in the sky, each one unleashing a tide of divine judgment.

The Heaven-Concealing Seal truly could block ordinary divine senses.

But when the True God behind the God of Intelligence opened His Eye—there was no escape.

No disguise could hide from omniscience.

In City No. 103, the slaughter continued.

As another divine eye opened, the ninth Title-Level Reincarnator stood on the brink of death.

And then—

A sudden change.

Just as the divine sea of power was about to consume him, a second mighty will awakened from deep within the void.

It crossed countless parallel worlds, pierced version boundaries, and cast its gaze down upon this cyber realm.

The Reincarnation Mark on the Reincarnator’s wrist flared with dazzling light.

The space around him collapsed inward—twisting into a swirling black vortex.

The divine sea was sucked into the vortex and banished to another dimension.

The Will of the Lord God had descended.

On one side stood the Lord God of the Reincarnation Space—the supreme architect guiding his chosen through endless versions.

On the other, the True God of the Heavens—master of divine power across countless realms, seeking to absorb and transcend the God of Intelligence through this invasion.

Two beings, both “this world’s sole existence.”

Both were invaders vying to conquer and claim this cyberpunk version.

Until now, they had maintained a careful balance, each avoiding direct conflict.

But Lu Yan’s heresy mission had tipped the scale.

With the core tenets of the God Myth threatened, the True God struck—bringing divine wrath upon the world.

As a result, many elite Reincarnators under the Lord God perished.

And now, the Lord God could no longer remain still.

He would not allow his precious pieces to be destroyed so easily.

Two supreme forces. Two “Only Ones” of their realms.

They clashed—across space and time—right here, in this cyberpunk world.

The very fabric of reality trembled at their confrontation.

And yet—

Unnoticed by all, Lu Yan’s figure vanished from the cyber realm…

And once more, stepped into the world of Heaven.

(End of Chapter)