Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 590 A Slight Display of Supernatural Power

The wind is very strong at the top of the Tower of Babel.

Lin Chen stood there, his robes ripping loudly as he looked down, his eyelids twitching.

The city wall of Tongtian City was breached, the streets were cracked, half of the houses collapsed, and the bluestone slabs on the east street were turned upside down like plowed land.

Looking further into the distance, several mountain peaks have been leveled, completely opening up the connection with Tianyuan City.

The other regions and the edges of the continent were all damaged, as if an 8-magnitude earthquake had occurred.

When he fought the Emperor of Annihilation, he tried to lead the enemy deeper into the territory and avoided the mainland.

But if two emperors unleash their full power, even a slight aftershock can turn this land into something as fragile as paper.

Lin Chen was silent for three seconds, then sighed.

Then he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and a wisp of gray light condensed at his fingertips.

There is still a little chaotic power left in my body, not much, but it should be enough to repair the continent.

The beam of light was as thin as a hair, and it floated down shakily.

It floated up into the air and thickened, with faint afterimages appearing around the gray light.

The outline of the mountains, the course of the rivers, and the shapes of the trees are like a vivid microcosm of the world.

The people in the city who were originally squatting on the ground cleaning up the mess, suddenly looked up and shouted:

"Holy crap! Look at the sky!"

"What the heck is this?"

"Lord Lin! It's Lin Sheng!"

As the gray fog settled on the ground, the cracks in the ground closed from both sides toward the middle, the broken stones rolled back to their original positions, and the mud filled the ditch by itself.

The bluestone slabs were pieced back together one by one, fitting together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle.

The bricks on the city wall flew back into the wall on their own, stacking one on top of the other, neatly arranged.

New buds sprouted from the broken tree trunks, tender and green, pushing out one by one, visibly growing and unfolding leaves.

Clear water seeped from the bottom of the riverbed, first in a thin line, then widening and rushing forward, splashing onto the pebbles with a tinkling sound.

The houses that had collapsed halfway stood up on their own, and the tiles flew back onto the roofs one by one, arranging them even more neatly than before.

People on the street squatted on the ground, still holding the broken tiles in their hands, but the houses in front of them had already stood up again.

The old woman selling vegetables squatted beside the newly closed crack, reached out and touched the ground, then looked up at the sky.

Then he bent his knees and knelt on the stone slab with a "thud".

Then one by one, everyone knelt on the ground, muttering incessantly:

"The gods have appeared! Long live Lord Lin!"

The areas across the continent affected by the Emperor's battle are slowly recovering.

…………

The King of Ten Thousand Demons stood shirtless in the plaza beneath the Tower of Babel, clutching his massive club in his hand.

His mouth was agape, the club was raised in mid-air and he didn't put it down. He was like a wooden stake, frozen in place, as if someone had struck his pressure points from a distance.

Long Zaitian stood next to him, reached out and touched the old scar on his face, and chuckled.

"This guy always manages to come up with something new."

Zhang Yiyuan ignored him, staring at the beam of light for a long time, and finally sighed softly:

"Thank goodness for Young Master Lin, otherwise we old bones would all perish here."

Long Zaitian chuckled: "Then I must cling to Young Master Lin's coattails. If I were a woman, I would have already offered myself to him, and I would be the first in line."

Zhang Yiyuan finally turned and glared at him:

"Can't you watch your mouth? You're never serious."

"Hey, I'm being serious here."

The two were arguing when someone coughed nearby.

Jiang Xuan put his left hand behind his back and stared at the hazy pillar of light for a long time.

Qingyunzi, standing nearby, flicked his whisk, causing his white beard to flutter in the wind.

"Young Master Lin is truly a divine being, arguably the greatest person in all of history on the Tianyuan Continent."

Abbot Xuanci put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

……

At the top of the tower, Lin Chen pushed out the last wisp of chaotic power, withdrew his hand, and looked down at his fingertips. The light had been extinguished, leaving only a warm ember.

Zhuge Liang was the first to fly up. He landed on the top of the tower and looked Lin Chen up and down.

Then he peeked into the void again before speaking:

"My lord, just now—"

"That guy in the gray robe is dead," Lin Chen said casually. "It's alright now."

Zhuge Liang paused for a moment, then turned and called out to the people below the tower:

"The external threat has been eliminated! The Tianyuan Continent is safe!"

Everyone paused for a moment, and then it exploded.

"We won!!"

"Long live Young Master Lin!!"

"We fucking won!!"

"..."

Zhang Yiyuan stood looking up at the top of the tower, his white hair disheveled by the wind.

Long Zaitian patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you shaking?"

Zhang Yiyuan didn't turn around: "I wasn't shaking."

Your hands are shaking.

"That's because it's windy."

Long Zaitian was amused and didn't continue to expose him.

Lin Chen stood at the top of the tower and waited for the cheers below to subside before speaking.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly, as if he were speaking right next to their ear.

"The external threat has been eliminated. What remains is the matter of the boundaries between heaven and earth. I will find a way. Give me some time."

Someone below asked in a low voice: What is the boundary between heaven and earth?

The person next to him shoved him: Don't ask, just listen.

Zhang Yiyuan was the first to clasp his hands in a fist salute and bow deeply.

"Thank you for your trouble, young master."

The others followed suit, clasping their hands in a fist salute and chanting in unison:

"Thank you for your trouble, young master!"

The sound spread out from under the tower, across the square, across the city gate, and further afield, echoing between heaven and earth.

Lin Chen waved his hand: "Alright, that's enough. Everyone go home and find your mothers!"

Then he turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the void.

The Demon King put down the club he was holding, scratched the back of his head, and muttered:

"With this guy around, we look like complete trash."

Long Zaitian chuckled, "Who says otherwise? Let's just stick to being the atmosphere-maker!"

After saying that, he shook his head, turned around and left, his steps much lighter than when he came, as if a burden had been lifted.

Qingyunzi flicked his whisk and left, his white beard swaying in the breeze, his silhouette quite ethereal.

Abbot Xuanci led the three chief monks slowly away, chanting sutras in a low voice as they went. The sutra was called the Peace Sutra, and their lips moved very slowly.

The leaders of the other factions all dispersed with their people.

The top of the Tower of Babel was empty, and the wind was still blowing, blowing over the runes on the tower and producing a low hum, like humming a wordless song.