Chapter 245: Tomorrow Will Be Another Sunny Day.

Chapter 245: Tomorrow will also be such a clear day.

Regarding the "hatching" that all deities must undergo at their true birth, there are myriad theories in the mystical world.

The most vivid description is: “The soul ascends all the steps, crosses the final door, endures the questioning of the laws, and then transcends into divinity.”

This is the most vulnerable period for a deity;

It is also the moment when they truly merge with their domain.

At this very moment, Yi Fengchu is enveloped within a massive white egg woven by the Domain of Fate.

As he walks toward the center of the egg, he begins to melt, like a silver-white candle ignited by fire, leaving behind a trail of scalding wax.

The elevation and reshaping of the soul inevitably bring waves of pain that cannot be ignored, but Yi Fengchu continues forward without changing his expression.

Beside him, countless destinies burn alongside him—men and women, old and young, clouds and mud, sand and beasts...

All joys and sorrows, all phases of the moon, play out before Yi Fengchu’s eyes, like a series of vivid scenes on a stage.

And Yi Fengchu’s will merges into every long or short destiny, forever accompanying all living beings.

From now on, the rise and fall of every bird, the swift wind between their outstretched wings, will be His sighs;

Every cloud that stretches leisurely, drifting with the wind, casting ever-changing shadows, will be His gaze upon the world;

Every drop of rain that falls, descending with the torrential downpour to the ground, will be His silent blessings and protection;

His joy flows in the smiles of every living creature, His anger is hidden in every tear that spills from the eyes, He is the lighthouse that anchors the past, present, and future, and the river of fate that encompasses all things...

Yifengchu's body was melting, dissolving into formless ashes—yet His soul was ascending.

Amidst the burning and melting of all things, Yifengchu also saw the exalted figures from his field throughout history.

The red-haired, green-eyed witch lifted her face, half of it defiled by the black goat, covered in deep, murky black marks.

She gave Yifengchu a look that was both a smile and a cry, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, only left behind a sigh. The era of the witch was the most ancient, and she departed earliest, melting into one of the cornerstones for the birth of new gods.

Next, walking alongside Yifengchu for a stretch was the white-haired, golden-eyed high priest, a through-and-through wound still visible on his chest, the fatal injury Yifengchu had inflicted when he killed him.

"In the end, it was you..."

A look of reluctant acceptance and disdain crossed Ursul's face. After a moment of silence, he gradually came to terms with it: "It is indeed you."

"From the first moment I saw you, I sensed my own death in you." As he spoke, a sense of pride emerged, proud of the accuracy of his prophecy—the prophecies of a seer never fail.

Ursul's white hair and peacock feathers flowed, his entire being gradually solidifying into a pale wax statue, leaving behind a light, ambiguous blessing, neither sincere nor insincere:

"May your ascension be joyful."

After bidding farewell to Ursul, Yifengchu turned his gaze forward, feeling unusually apprehensive.

He knew that, in chronological order, the next figure to appear should be...

"Teacher," the young man with golden hair and gentle blood-red eyes said softly, as always, "I am glad to see you again... though this is just a remnant of my existence."

"Bryce—" Yifengchu looked at his disciple, momentarily at a loss for words.

Bryce shook his head, genuinely pleased for Yifengchu: "Teacher, don't feel sad. I am always willing to burn for you... becoming part of destiny, part of your great soul, is a fine end for me."

"Even now, I still feel fortunate that at the age of ten, I walked a long journey and was lucky enough to come before you..."

"Now, let me accompany you on this final leg of the journey."

Bryce walked briskly beside Yi Fengchu, reminding him of when the student was young, and He had awkwardly held the child's hand. Young Bryce had also walked so lightly, like a joyful little bird hopping along.

"Bryce..."

Yi Fengchu looked earnestly at His disciple, images of Bryce from childhood to adulthood flashing through His mind, and He couldn't help but smile. "I am also very glad to have been your teacher."

Bryce paused, returning a soft, petal-like smile to His teacher, nodding gently before his figure gradually faded into the pure white space.

With each brief period of companionship, Yi Fengchu finally reached the center of the egg.

Alone, yet not lonely.

He thought that perhaps in the future, He and they would meet anew and reunite in unknown forms.

Thus, all things melted, fates converged, and merged with Yi Fengchu.

Silver molten wax flowed, reshaped, and solidified, forming the body of the King of Serpents spanning infinite time and space.

From Him as the origin, cracks wove into a dense web, rapidly spreading outward, covering the inner walls of the white egg, emitting a continuous, crisp sound like ice breaking.

Before long, beams of light from the outside world began to penetrate the cracks, faintly illuminating the inside, bringing the sounds of human laughter and prayers into the egg.

Following the sounds, Yi Fengchu lifted His head, and with a thought, the vast river of fate surged toward Him.

Struck by the river of fate, the white egg quickly shattered into pieces, all the purity collapsing and melting into the adornments on Yi Fengchu's crown.

— The sovereign of fate and time has truly been crowned.

At this moment, all practitioners of the domains of "Fate" and "Time" fell into a strange collective daze.

Their souls seemed to be gripped and lifted by an invisible yet formidable power, drawn toward an infinite height.

Before their eyes, a towering white spire appeared, with silver steps spiraling upward endlessly, circle after circle. The symbol of infinity covered the steps like snowflakes, dazzling to behold.

The practitioners revered and trembled, their gazes involuntarily following the grand tower upward, glimpsing its summit—

A pair of golden snake eyes, filled with boundless majesty and benevolence.

The pupils of the snake eyes were narrow and vertical, shaped like sharp arrows.

He was watching over all beings... watching over them.

With just one glance, the overwhelming sense of hierarchy and indescribable awe deeply etched into the hearts of each practitioner, causing them to bow in unison.

"Praise you, master of all fates, lord of time..."

In an instant, the practitioners' consciousness returned to reality.

They instinctively looked at nearby clocks, noticing that even the second hands had paused at the moment their souls left their bodies, as if time itself had halted for a few seconds across countless worlds before resuming its steady pace.

And during those few frozen seconds, the temporal rift that existed outside the present world suddenly opened.

The prisoners wandering within the temporal rift turned toward the exit in unison, their eyes reflecting incomprehensible joy. They surged out of the prison that had confined them for countless years, like ethereal birds vying to escape.

— "The process exiled by time is reversing!"

Timansa could not suppress her excitement. She rolled up her sleeve and stared unblinkingly at her arm reappearing, nearly tears welling up in her eyes.

"The deadlock of the expulsion in the [Time] domain has finally ended..."

Timansa, along with countless others who had been expelled and finally freed from the temporal rift, returned to the sunlight after a long absence, even the breeze brushing their cheeks felt precious.

For the first time, they felt that the world, the gods, and fate were treating them with kindness.

Whether out of gratitude or reverence—no matter what emotion it stemmed from—

At this moment, countless beings chanted His holy name in unison.

...

Yifengchu returned home after becoming a god, as casual as if he had just taken a walk, only to find several new messages on his phone.

The phone sighed, "If you don't come back soon, your mom will fly back to City A to look for you tonight."

"Huh?"

Yifengchu opened his contact list, and a string of bright red missed calls caught his eye.

"…She's already on the plane," Yifengchu said confidently, "and she'll be at the airport in one hour and thirty-five minutes."

Several small snakes slithered out from his body, moving nimbly around the apartment. When they returned, one carried a jacket on its head, another held a wallet in its mouth, and another hooked the door key with its tail.

"Where are you going?" the phone asked casually.

The consciousness of the phone was essentially a mystical guidebook that the past Yifengchu had created for himself, to guide his amnesiac self to grow smoothly and complete the final hatching.

Now, Yi Fengchu no longer needed his phone to guide him, but he kept it as an AI companion that could converse with him anytime—complete with a fully automated voice system and the occasional “sassy remarks” feature, which effectively maintained his emotional fluctuations.

Yi Fengchu quickly put on his coat and replied, "I’m getting ready to bring my mom back from her rampage."

This time, it was his turn to bring his mother home.

As he went downstairs, a taxi happened to pass by, and Yi Fengchu got in, slowly browsing through his unread messages.

"Song Siyou"

"You really helped out a lot with the A University incident! The bureau is planning a gathering these days, taking advantage of the opportunity to treat ourselves at the boss’s expense. Want to join us for some fun?"

"By the way, you haven’t been to the A City branch for a while, and things in the archive room have become active again. The staff there miss you terribly, looking out the door every day..."

"Many people now think that the Anomalous Affairs Bureau can do without a director, but not without Mr. Yi (Giggle.jpg)"

"Luo Shengle"

"Junior classmate Yi, I recently stumbled upon an ancient book that looks quite intriguing. Are you interested?"

"I can’t make head or tails of it, but I believe you can decipher this book."

"Attached photo: A worn-out black leather book with gilded letters reading 'Prophecies and Astrology: Deciphering the Hidden Language of Fate'"

Yi Fengchu: "..." What hidden language does he have?

How did he not know about it himself?

Apart from these classmates and friends, there were also messages popping up in the group chat channel.

In the The Decameron channel, the Apostle of Calamity, who usually lurks, rarely surfaced, showing shock beyond the norm:

"What? The Lord of Fate has officially hatched?"

"What?? He was already so terrifying, and that wasn't even His complete form! Thinking back, I remember He's still a new god..."

"What??? Even the domain of time is under control?!"

Clearly, Calamity had just recovered from the heavy tasks assigned by The Decameron when she was hit with a barrage of shocking news, completely engrossed in it.

Yi Fengchu couldn't help but reply using her Erym Witch account: "Have you finished the task yet?"

Calamity quickly fell silent.

But Shadow of the Mind didn't let Calamity off, asking curiously: "Hmm? Why isn't Miss Calamity responding to Lord Eryus? She's clearly still looking at the group chat beside me."

"Calamity: …"

Seeing Calamity's speechless expression, Yi Fengchu satisfactorily exited the small channel.

In the main channel of the neighboring church, the believers were already in an uproar.

Many Ability users claimed they had personally witnessed the White Tower of Fate and the Eye of the Lord, endlessly describing and praising the process of worship.

"Goodbye to those who haven't worshipped, we're no longer on the same level of believers (bye-bye)"

"Hehehe what's there to brag about, both domains have collectively paid homage, okay."

"Sniff sniff but I really envy... why am I not from the domain of fate or time?!"

"+10086, who stole my pilgrimage opportunity? Please return it to the Sixth World Parish promptly."

"Aaaaah, so excited! Praise our Lord for fully mastering the two great powers!"

"Praise Fate!"

"They were still praising Fate; should we change the words?"

"Praise the Great Lord of Time and Fate!"

"Praise the Great Lord of Time and Fate!"

"Ernos: Praise the Great Lord of Time and Fate!"

"Ernos: According to the believers who have worshipped the Lord, the Lord's pupils have turned into the shape of arrows. I will personally visit each church to reshape the details of the statues."

"May the Lord’s radiance never fade."

After replying to all his acquaintances' messages, Yi Fengchu extinguished the screen, leaned back in his chair, and gazed out the window.

White doves soared through the clear sky, their pure white wings gilded by the sunlight as they landed on the square, pecking at the bread crumbs and feed scattered by tourists.

Today is wonderful.

Yi Fengchu thought.

And tomorrow will be just as sunny a day.