Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

Chapter 1105 -1105: One Word

Yan Li cultivated the Netherworld Great Method, forging the Divine Soul of King Yanluo.

Initially, the Netherworld Great Method conjured only the Divine Soul of a Ghost King, not that of King Yanluo.

Later, the Yan Family observed the Six Paths Reincarnation Institute and gleaned some mysterious techniques, integrating them into the “Netherworld Great Method.” Over generations, this transformed the technique significantly, making the current version used by Yan Li vastly different from the original.

The Divine Soul it conjured evolved from a Ghost King to King Yanluo, equipped with the immense powers of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Yan Family believed that, even if the Jade Emperor himself descended, the Six Paths Reincarnation Institute would obey their commands thanks to the Six Paths power of the King Yanluo Divine Soul. This power was sourced identically to that of the Institute—allowing it to exert control without relying on the Star Constellation Master or Great Divine Official’s Command Token—merely using the force of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

At present, the Netherworld Great Method far surpassed its earlier iterations by an immeasurable margin.

Through this method, Yan Li achieved the ultimate level, confident that her abilities had surpassed even those of the Great Divine Official, capable of confronting beings possessing Great Emperor-level Smart Brains.

However, due to the overwhelming might of the Celestial Court, the vast number of Star God Palaces, and six Great Emperor-level Smart Brains, she was forced into prolonged seclusion, awaiting her moment.

Though the Yan Family had yet to step out of the Yin Mountain Star, Yan Li’s arrogance regarding her power remained palpable.

She believed that, even if a Great Emperor came in person, she would not only survive the encounter but had a significant chance of victory.

With the Six Paths of Reincarnation power under her command, she could even banish Great Emperor-level Smart Brains directly into the cycle of reincarnation.

Yan Li indeed had reasons for her pride. Even the desperate efforts of Wei Wufu and Di Esi, unleashing their full battle power, rivaled Upper Divine Beings at best.

Yet before the Six Paths of Reincarnation, they were effortlessly banished into the Human World Path, unable even to resist.

Now, she opened the Beast Path, intending to drag Lin Shen into it.

The Beast Path destroyed the physical form of any creature, enshrining their soul within the vessels of deformed species, forcing their continued existence through grotesque mutations.

Yan Li had used this tactic countless times in the past, never once faltering.

Before her stood hundreds, even thousands, of Upper Deformed Species, yet under the Beast Path’s influence, all succumbed to its pull, entering reincarnation.

However, the open Beast Path failed to draw the golden figure toward it.

Yan Li frowned as she watched Lin Shen advance step-by-step, unaffected by the power of the Beast Path.

It was then that she finally realized: the dazzling golden light was not emitted from Lin Shen himself but radiated from his palm.

Turning his palm toward his body, Lin Shen allowed the golden light to envelop him completely, illuminating his carapace with a resplendent glow.

“Yan Li, release Di Esi and Wei Wufu, and I’ll pretend today never happened. From now on, we go our separate ways without interfering with one another,” Lin Shen declared, standing opposite Yan Li.

Yet his heart still held traces of anxiety, as he had not seen the true form of the Jade Emperor—only a single finger emerging from the void.

When the finger appeared, the shattered space froze briefly. Under normal circumstances, Lin Shen’s body would have been torn apart by the ravages of the broken space.

But as the finger reached out, Lin Shen was immobilized within the fragmented spatial chaos, helplessly watching as it approached his palm and traced a single character.

He felt no exertion from the finger; it moved as though lightly sketching with the tip over his skin.

After inscribing the character, the finger retreated back into the void, disappearing completely, while Lin Shen’s palm began to radiate golden light, restoring his ability to act.

“Kneel!” Lin Shen gazed at the character etched onto his palm—a word scrawled clumsily, lacking elegance or artistic merit.

Yet the golden light emanating from the character was so powerful it dispelled the effects of the shattered space. Wherever Lin Shen stood, the surrounding space corrected itself under the light, only to return to its fractured state once he moved away.

Harnessing the power of this single character, Lin Shen escaped the fragmented space. He remained uncertain of the character’s full potential.

In theory, the Jade Emperor—that supreme divine presence—must have etched it. But would a mere inscription suppress Yan Li? Lin Shen had no choice but to test its efficacy.

Privately, he grumbled: “Jade Emperor, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. You never told me I needed a secret phrase to summon you; I had to figure it out on my own. Now that I finally do, counting on you to save my life, you show up with just a finger and scribble a word on my palm? If this doesn’t work, I swear I’ll dedicate my life to tearing down your temples, smashing your statues, and hacking your divine altars into three pieces to throw in the latrine…”

“You’re in no position to speak to me this way,” Yan Li sneered coldly, her aura flaring with divine light as the gates of the Six Paths of Reincarnation opened one after another, aimed at forcibly dragging Lin Shen into their depths.

With the opening of each successive gate, the suction force of the Six Paths doubled, growing so intense it seemed to consume all living souls in existence.

Initially, Lin Shen felt apprehensive, but soon he realized that no matter how much the power of the Six Paths surged, it posed no threat to him.

The golden light flowing from the “Kneel” character on his palm enveloped him like the protection of the gods, impervious to floods, apocalyptic destruction, or the slightest disruption.

Yan Li’s complexion shifted subtly, her gaze fixating on Lin Shen’s glowing palm. She struggled to comprehend the golden light’s mysterious resistance to the Six Paths’ formidable power.

“Who is this man? Why does he possess such bizarre techniques?” Yan Li mused coldly, her eyes boring into Lin Shen. “No matter who you are—even if you’re the reincarnation of a Great Emperor—you must die today.”

With these words, Yan Li extended a finger, summoning a divine artifact into her grasp.

It was an ancient and enigmatic tome emanating a chilling ghostly aura, suspended before Yan Li as its cover slowly began to open.

“Tian…” Yan Li intoned, adopting the solemnity of a hell judge as she called forth the pseudonym Lin Shen had been using.

Lin Shen watched as the blood-red characters “Tian” materialized on the pages of the opened tome.

In Yan Li’s other hand appeared an artifact pen seemingly forged from condensed ghostly energy, its tip brimming with black qi—a macabre amalgamation of worldly grievances, fierce ghosts, and Underworldly essence.

“When King Yan decrees your death at third watch, you will not survive to fifth watch. To perish under the mark of my Life and Death Book is an honor few attain,” Yan Li announced before lifting the pen and marking a blood-red cross over the name “Tian.”