Lord of the Three Paths*
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### **Chapter 4 — The White Fox Queen's Domain**
The fog in Shanghai rolled like a silver tide. Neon lights flickered, yet were submerged by an eerie light. In the city center, on the rooftop of a dilapidated skyscraper, Bai Xianyao unfurled her nine tails. Each tail emitted white moonlight, swirling in the night sky like a dragon of light.
Below—hunters, soldiers, helpless civilians—knelt, not because of the attack, but because of the pressure. The **White Fox Queen's aura** was enough to shatter the minds of the unprepared.
"Another failed guild," she whispered, her voice echoing like silk striking glass. At her feet lay the scattered weapons of the **Crimson Spear Guild**, once the pride of Shanghai's hunter community. Guild leader Zhang Wei struggled to breathe, illusions distorting his vision—his companions transformed into monsters, the sky a blood moon.
"Please…forgive…" he pleaded, his voice trembling.
Xianyao's crimson eyes flickered: "Forgiveness? I am forgiveness. If I hadn't intervened, the enemy would have already devoured Shanghai." She raised her hand, and the illusion vanished—not out of mercy, but out of surrender.
In the distance, reporters rushed to broadcast the scene live. Names scrolled across the screen: **Liu Mei (Global Times China)**, **Tian Zhonghong (World Hunter Network)**. The world saw the truth—**China's Mutant Queen is invincible**.
But Bai Xianyao stopped. Beyond the city lights, she sensed a colossal presence approaching from afar. It wasn't a hunter, nor a mutant, nor simply a cultivator… but a being of far greater significance.
Yang Lin.
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### **Chapter 5 — Elder Bingyue**
The night on Kunlun Mountain was like a black velvet curtain. Snowflakes swirled endlessly, forming a world that mortals dared not tread. At the mountain peak, sitting cross-legged in meditation was **Lan Yuexi**, her white robe covered in frost like starlight.
Her sword—**Moonfall Frost Blade**—lay across her lap. With a gentle breath, the chill froze the entire cliff face.
The disciples of the Azure Snow Sect below gasped in astonishment:
"She has reached the boundary beyond the Heavenly Realm..."
"I heard her domain can freeze an entire army..."
Lan Yuexi opened her eyes. Moonlight illuminated her gaze. She was not merely a cultivator—she was a bridge to the Heavenly Dao.
Suddenly, her icy domain trembled. A strange energy tore through the Kunlun cold wind. She slowly rose, her sword flashing with white flames.
"Who dares to disturb Kunlun?" she spoke.
The heavens did not answer. But she already knew. This aura was the same as the one Bai Xianyao had sensed in Shanghai—a power that permeated hunters, mutants, and cultivators.
"Yang Lin," she whispered, "the creator of the world... has awakened."
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### **Chapter 6 — A Storm Sweeps Across Nations**
Far from China, the world trembled.
In **New Delhi**, the Indian Hunter Association held an emergency meeting. Guild Leader **Aljun Mehra (Tiger Fang Guild)** slammed his fist on the table: "If China releases Bai Xianyao and Lan Yuexi simultaneously, the balance will shatter!"
In **Moscow**, Mutant Alliance Chairman **Viktor Sokolov** gripped a railgun capable of penetrating Alpha-level mutants and declared in a deep voice: "The era of nuclear deterrence is over; the era of the Awakened has arrived."
In **Washington**, President **Emily Carter** summoned a joint hunter-mutant task force. Generals and SSS-level hunters like **John Reynolds** sharpened their weapons: "Without unity, Earth will perish before external enemies arrive."
Amidst the fear, another rumor quietly circulated. One person, unbound by a single path. Born in Sri Lanka, raised in China, his family's influence extends to nuclear arsenals and hidden sects.
His name carries both awe and fear:
**Yang Lin**.
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### **Chapter 7 — The Hunter's Gate Awakens**
In Seoul, South Korea, an underground city gate pulsated violently, distorted magical fluctuations sweeping across the entire city. S-rank hunters rushed forward to suppress them, but cracks spread across the barrier like a spiderweb.
From the door emerged creatures clad in bone-white armor, their eyes flashing crimson light. They called themselves the **Cirit Legion**. Their leader, a White Bishop-level mutant, raised his staff and roared:
"Humans... kneel."
The hunters clashed with the mutants, but were steadily defeated. Even military nuclear artillery could not destroy the invaders.
Just as the bishop was about to annihilate Seoul, the sky darkened. Blue light descended like a judgment, freezing every soldier, hunter, and invader as if time itself had yielded.
A man in black stepped forward, his black robe billowing in the wind, his aura a fusion of hunter chaos, monk majesty, and mutant transcendence.
"You... who are you?" the bishop trembled.
Yang Lin smiled faintly: "Your end."
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### **Chapter 8 — The Wrath of Omega**
Yang Lin waved his hand, and the air split open. The bishop hadn't even made a move before his body disintegrated, vanishing into nothingness. The legion wailed, retreating into the collapsing gate.
The world had seen it clearly. News spread instantly—**Yang Lin, the mutated Omega King, SSS+ hunter, world creator cultivator**, had appeared.
In China, Bai Xianyao's nine tails trembled for the first time: "So… it was him."
In Kunlun, Lan Yuexi smiled: "He's worthy of a battle."
Governments around the world panicked; some begged Yang Lin for protection, others feared his uncontrollable power. Global journalists flocked to report:
* **Anna Volkov (Russia)**
* **David King (South Korea)**
* **Rachel Moore (USA)**
Unified headline:
**"A New Ruler Has Appeared."**
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### **Chapter 9 — The Battle of the Pillars**
Not everyone bowed down.
In Beijing, Bai Xianyao summoned a cross-city illusion, preparing to test the existence that threatened her rule. In Kunlun, Lan Yuexi descended the mountain, accompanied by the cold mist.
The three great powers of China—the Mutant Queen, the Elder Cultivator, and Yang Lin—were destined to clash.
Yang Lin stepped into the capital, the air shattering. Bai Xianyao's illusion attempted to restrain him, but dissipated. Lan Yuexi's icy domain tried to block him, but shattered like glass.
"You…" Bai Xianyao hissed.
"You…" Lan Yuexi whispered.
Yang Lin stood between them, unwavering: "I am not your enemy. I am the barrier between Earth and extinction. But if you test me… you will regret it."
The world trembled, unprecedented forces converging.
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### **Chapter 10 — The World Kneels, or Burns Out**
The clash did not end in bloodshed, but in silence. Bai Xianyao sheathed her nine tails, Lan Yuexi sheathed her sword. Both sensed the truth—Yang Lin was not only powerful, but absolute.
New York, guild leaders discussed the alliance. New Delhi, the Mutant Alliance reconsidered the war. Colombo, Sri Lanka, the government whispered about the divine bloodline.
Above Earth, cracks revealed a darker threat. An invasion far exceeding that of the Cerritt Legion is imminent. But Earth is no longer defenseless.
Because Yang Lin has become independent, controlling the power of the Three Paths.
The question remains—will the nations submit to his rule, or will they fight and ultimately be destroyed?