Chapter 7: The Whisper That Bends Fate
Morning sun streamed through the trees like golden thread, weaving warmth over the clearing where Lin Mo sat cross-legged beside a fire. The gentle crackle of roasting meat filled the air, accompanied by a soft yawn.
"Mm... Master?" Luo Yixue blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was tousled like a squirrel's nest, and her cheeks still flushed from a deep sleep.
Lin Mo grinned and tossed her a skewer. "Awake already, little glutton? You almost drooled on my robe last night."
"Hmph! I did not!" She took the skewer anyway and bit in without shame, moaning. "Mmm... spicy! Did you use spirit herbs again?"
"Only the cheap ones," Lin Mo replied proudly. "Our sect is dirt poor, remember? Gourmet flavor on a beggar's budget."
Luo Yixue chewed, then paused. Her brows furrowed. "I had... a strange dream. Ink dripping from the sky... and someone laughing..."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "You probably dreamed of me again. Understandable."
"No way!" she declared.
Before she could continue her protest, a crisp chime echoed in Lin Mo's mind.
Ding!
[System Drop Reward: Ink-Splattered Boots of Heavenly Escape]
Effect: Automatically kicks user far away if death is imminent. Warning: May trigger unexpectedly.
Lin Mo's eye twitched. "...So now I'm a fleeing chicken?"
Luo Yixue looked at him in confusion. "What did you say?"
"Nothing." He shook his head, sighing. "System's got jokes."
Just then, the air around them shimmered slightly. Luo Yixue blinked, her spiritual roots briefly glowing before fading.
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Far away in the Inner Sanctums of major sects
Elder Mu of the Grand Azure Sect paused mid-meditation. He opened his eyes. "Fate shifted. Just now."
Another elder stirred. "A ripple… Someone beyond our sight just laughed."
High above them, clouds spun unnaturally, only to snap back in place.
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Elsewhere… Beyond Everything
A desk, formed from compressed history, floated in a void that wasn't void. Ink bled from the stars. A massive, golden quill danced without fingers, writing on parchment made from timelines.
A man sat on a throne — not built, but imagined — his silhouette vague, but vast.
He was the God Author.
He leaned forward, eyes twinkling like galaxies.
Floating before him was a scroll titled: "Lin Mo: The Carefree One Who Shouldn't Be This Strong."
"Let's spice things up," the God Author murmured.
He scratched one line:
> From this moment onward, all fates near Lin Mo will slowly shift off-script.
The words shimmered and vanished.
"Now... let's watch."
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Back in the forest
Lin Mo stood suddenly. The air felt... different. It carried the scent of ink and burnt parchment.
A gust whispered past him.
[Warning: Presence Detected Beyond System Level.]
[Attempting to Ignore...]
[Override Failed.]
He narrowed his eyes. "Who's there?"
A chuckle echoed in the wind.
> "Just a curious old man. Don't worry, Lin Mo. This is fun for me."
Lin Mo frowned. "I'm not your puppet, old man."
> "You're not. That's why you amuse me."
The wind faded, but left a sense of something vast… watching.
> "Lin Mo is free — and that's what entertains the strongest being of all time."
Suddenly, runes began to spin above them. The sky cracked — not broken, but opened like a book.
[System Note: A Higher Entity has embedded truth into your world…]
[Initiating Forced Knowledge Transfer...]
Luo Yixue blinked. "Master, the sky is... writing?"
Lin Mo just stood there, watching.
> "He is the One who exists beyond all understanding..."
God author power part 1
📖 The God Author – The One Above All Realms
> "When there was no existence, no time, no space—he wrote the first line."
"He didn't appear in the universe. The universe appeared in him."
"He didn't begin the story. He is the story."
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👁️ Who Is The God Author?
He is not a god.
He is the origin of all gods.
He does not rule the universe—he created the concept of rule.
He does not follow reality—he invented the meaning of truth.
He has no name, no race, no beginning.
He is simply... "The Author."
Even Heavenly Daos, Eternal Celestials, and Supreme Laws—tremble in his thought.
He never speaks, unless the tale is worth telling.
And this time, he found one.
A soul that did not belong here.
Lin Mo.
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🪶 One Drop of His Power Can…
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🔮 1. Control Time
Stop all clocks. Turn eternity backward.
Make one moment last forever—or erase centuries in a blink.
> He once paused time across multiverses… just to observe a dying flower bloom again.
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⚰️ 2. Command Death
He can grant eternal life—or true death no soul can return from.
> Once, he erased a soul from all realities. Not even reincarnation remembered its name.
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🌌 3. Warp Space
Space to him is mere ink.
He bends distance like a child folding paper.
> He turned a dying star into a marble and gifted it to a child who wished for light.
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🔁 4. Rewrite Reality
Laws of nature, logic, or cultivation?
He rewrites them mid-thought.
> "Let this mortal fly with no wings," he once said. The air obeyed.
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🧠 5. Alter Thoughts and Memories
He can rewrite the memories of gods—or make a villain forget they were ever evil.
> Even karma follows only what he remembers.
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🌠 6. Create or Destroy Realms
He creates worlds not with tools… but with curiosity.
> He once made a realm of endless laughter… and one of eternal stillness—both from a sigh.
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✒️ He Doesn't Need A Quill Anymore
Once, he used the Eternal Quill, a pen forged from the First Truth.
Now?
Even his dreams shape reality.
> He once yawned—and ten new galaxies were born.
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🌌 His Avatars
He appears in many forms.
A beggar.
A laughing storyteller.
An old man with twinkling eyes.
But to Lin Mo?
He will appear once. As someone charming, clever… and strangely all-knowing.
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🧬 His Connection With Lin Mo
The "Supreme Master: Invincible After Accepting Six Disciples" system is merely one line from a greater tale.
Lin Mo's journey?
An unscripted path that even the God Author didn't foresee.
And that's why… he's watching.
He's interested.
For the first time in countless eternities—
someone arrived who wasn't part of the script.
> "A soul that slipped through even my pen? Fascinating..."
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👑 Legends Who Bow As Friends, Not Enemies
The God Author does not fear power.
But when he saw Anos Voldigoad and Wang Ling, he smiled.
He didn't fight them.
He visited them.
He laughed with them.
And he offered them friendship.
Because even he knows:
Power is meaningless without a few worthy souls who understand it.
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🌑 Anos Voldigoad – Demon King of Tyranny
> He could erase all reason with a single word. Yet in front of the God Author, he listened, curious like a child.
🌟 Wang Ling – The Silent Immortal
> He who suppresses his true power behind a calm expression. But before the God Author, he smirked—and said only one word: "Interesting."
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✨ Now, a new soul appears... Lin Mo.
> "The two I met were fated titans…
But you…
You're not part of fate.
You're the crack in my script.
And I want to see what you'll do next."
— The God Author
Chapter 8 – Rumblings Across the Realms
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The skies above the entire Lower Azure Continent suddenly shook.
It wasn't thunder.
It wasn't a heavenly tribulation.
It wasn't even a divine beast crossing realms.
It was something far stranger.
A faint, unknowable pressure echoed throughout every cultivation sect, clan, and forbidden ground. From icy mountain peaks to burning spirit valleys… birds paused mid-flight. Beasts sank to their knees. Qi itself trembled, as if unsure whether to flow or freeze.
In the Grand Sky Cloud Sect's inner courtyard, elders looked at each other in fear.
"…Did the heavens just laugh?" someone whispered.
It sounded insane. But every Nascent Soul expert heard it. A small chuckle. Playful, terrifying, and absolutely incomprehensible.
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Meanwhile…
Lin Mo sneezed.
"ACHOO!"
He rubbed his nose, confused.
"Who's talking behind my back?" he muttered.
The System responded with a trembling tone:
[…Host, please maintain decorum. The cosmic laws just fluctuated.]
"Huh?" Lin Mo squinted upward. "Again? I didn't even do anything!"
He glanced at Luo Yixue, who was meditating beside the ancient pond, her Qi slowly stabilizing under his guidance. Her talent was blossoming rapidly thanks to the rewards and the First Disciple Bond.
But Lin Mo felt no joy.
Because ever since the mysterious voice in his head — that arrogant 'God Author' — made fun of him and then disappeared… he hadn't been able to rest easy.
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Elsewhere: The Nine-Headed Flame Serpent King's Domain
(At the edge of the mortal world and the first heaven)
A massive serpent, whose flames burned even spiritual water, raised its heads and screamed.
"WHO DARES!?"
Its flames suddenly dimmed.
The celestial fires that had kept it in eternal slumber… were gone.
Not weakened.
Removed.
As if they'd never been written into existence.
The serpent's many heads trembled in horror. It wasn't defeat that scared it. It wasn't death. It was the sensation that reality itself had been edited.
"It's Him," whispered an ancient will sleeping inside its core. "The Writer… plays again…"
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In the Heavenly Imperial Pavilion
(Located in the Central Celestial Heaven)
A divine mirror cracked.
The Pavilion Master — an old man with eight dragon tails — spat blood and collapsed.
"Who is that young man?" he growled.
The mirror had just shown him a brief glimpse of Lin Mo standing beside the divine disciple girl… and behind him, a glimmering golden pen floating in a void of stars.
Then… the image shattered.
The mirror had never failed in ten thousand years. Not even when peering into Demon Sovereign realms.
But that moment…
Even the concept of reflection was overwritten.
He fell to his knees.
"There's a storyteller among us…"
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Back to Lin Mo
At the bottom of the mountain, a suspicious merchant caravan had appeared.
They claimed to sell rare talismans, divine pills, and formation scrolls.
But Lin Mo frowned.
"Why do all of them have cloaks even though it's hot outside?"
His instincts itched. Something was wrong.
He used his Spirit Sense discreetly, just like he'd practiced in the past few days.
…
"Hmm?"
Each person had no cultivation base.
But too clean. Too neat. Too coordinated.
"No way they're merchants," he whispered. "Maybe assassins? No, wait… are they sent by the Sect Leader?"
Before he could do anything, the System buzzed.
[Ding! Host has triggered side quest: "Suspicious Disciples from the Ink Vein Sect"]
[Defeat or expose them to receive: Random Divine Gift from System Shop!]
[Note: Divine gift may be… funny.]
Lin Mo's face darkened. "Funny? What the hell do you mean?"
[There is a 1% chance Host receives… the Heavenly Underwear of Shame.]
"...•-•"
His eye twitched.
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Luo Yixue finally stood up, walking toward him with a bright expression.
"Master, I think I've advanced another minor realm!" she chirped.
Before Lin Mo could respond—
BOOM!
The disguised caravan exploded with spiritual smoke.
From within, dozens of men in black armor stepped out, all wielding bone swords and cursed talismans.
"The target has one disciple only! Take him down!"
"Kill the girl first — she's the anchor!"
Lin Mo's smile vanished.
So did his laziness.
That was the wrong move, boys.
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[Scene Change – System Realm Interface: Emergency Trigger]
The moment Lin Mo stepped forward, time slowed.
The System's screen flashed red for the first time.
[Emergency! Disciples in danger! First Bond Core Activated!]
[Host's hidden potential rising… recalibrating cultivation base… unable to calculate…]
[WARNING: Host's cultivation is too high to measure!]
[Showing as: "Unknown"]
A light exploded from Lin Mo's body.
White and gold Dao patterns circled his feet.
The ground itself bowed beneath his pressure.
But Lin Mo's expression remained dead calm.
Not arrogant.
Just… mildly annoyed.
"You guys again?" he muttered.
One assassin threw a spear laced with ghost Qi.
It stopped in mid-air… and turned to ashes.
Lin Mo blinked. "Huh? I didn't even do anything yet."
From far beyond the stars, a chuckling voice echoed faintly in his ears again.
"Come on, kid. Let the readers see your style."
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Luo Yixue looked up in awe.
Her master… wasn't human.
His Qi wasn't even heavenly.
It was something beyond… something no manuals or teachings could describe.
He reached out, and a single tap on the air created a ripple that sent all attackers flying.
"Boom!"
The valley cracked. Trees exploded. Birds fled.
Lin Mo didn't stop smiling. "Oops."
The last man standing, a rogue cultivator from the underworld, screamed:
"W-What kind of monster are you!?"
Lin Mo pointed to his own chest.
"Me? I'm just a simple guy with a system and… a very bored stalker watching from above."
He winked at the sky.
And from somewhere far beyond all realms, the God Author burst out laughing.
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[Scene Transition – Inner Sect Meeting Hall]
At the top of Sky Cloud Peak, Elder Mu stood beside several sect executives.
The spiritual detectors were all blinking erratically.
"…Lin Mo again?" Mu whispered.
The other elders said nothing. They simply watched the sky, where the clouds twisted to form a strange phrase:
> "The script thickens."