# 270
**Chapter 270: The Limit**
In the distance.
Leng Xuan gazed into the distance. Amidst the blinding golden light, he watched Loki’s body burn to ashes. He turned to Si Xiaonan, puzzled, and asked:
“Loki’s dead. What do we do now?”
“He’s the God of Mischief. You think he’d die that easily?” Si Xiaonan shook her head. “Even if Lin Qiye temporarily gained the power to slay gods, he couldn’t kill Loki so easily. Among all the gods, Loki has the strongest survival ability.”
Leng Xuan nodded thoughtfully. “Then what next?”
Si Xiaonan narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the figure that had turned to ash, a sharp glint flickering in her gaze. She turned and walked away.
“Come with me.”
“Back?” Leng Xuan was stunned. “Back where?”
“Asgard.” Si Xiaonan said calmly. “Loki’s true body is there. And the next phase of the plan must take place there too.”
Leng Xuan didn’t ask more. He simply nodded. “Alright.”
…
Lin Qiye watched with his own eyes as Loki’s body was incinerated by the Seraph’s divine power, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Just as he had suspected—this wasn’t Loki’s true body. After all, the God of Mischief would never take such a reckless risk alone in a foreign land.
This meant Loki would inevitably come after him in the future. But that wasn’t something Lin Qiye needed to worry about now—he wasn’t even sure he’d survive this ordeal.
Forcibly bearing Merlin’s soul and using “Miracle” to delay things for so long—once the possession ended, the soul backlash would be enough to scatter his soul entirely. Even if he survived, he’d likely lose consciousness for a long time.
All Lin Qiye could do now was try to leave a “Miracle” within himself and hope it would help.
He still had a trace of divine power left in his body, but Lin Qiye wasn’t a god. That power would fade quickly over time and eventually vanish completely.
Suddenly, Lin Qiye seemed to think of something. He reached out and opened a spatial portal, stepping inside.
Peace Office.
Wu Xiangnan, Hongying, and Wen Qimo sat on the rooftop in despair, staring at the unrecognizable city before them, silent.
Suddenly, a white spatial magic circle opened behind them. Lin Qiye, clad in a deep blue robe, stepped out. Seeing the scene before him, he froze.
Hongying turned and saw Lin Qiye. Her already red eyes welled up with tears again.
“What happened?” Lin Qiye frowned. “Where’s the captain? Where’s Si Xiaonan? Where’s Leng Xuan?”
Wu Xiangnan and Wen Qimo kept their heads down, saying nothing.
Hongying bit her lip, then rushed to Lin Qiye and threw her arms around him, sobbing:
“The captain… he disappeared with the others. Xiaonan… she took Leng Xuan and left. I don’t know where they went.”
Lin Qiye’s body trembled, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Even the captain…
Buzz——!
Three white mental spells left by Merlin reappeared on Lin Qiye’s body, forcibly suppressing his emotional turmoil.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, gently released Hongying, and spoke as calmly as he could:
“Don’t worry, Sister Hongying… they’ll come back.”
Hongying’s sobs quieted. She looked into Lin Qiye’s eyes and whispered, “Really? Will he really come back?”
“Yes.” Lin Qiye nodded. “Since all of this was a miracle I created, then one day, I’ll create another miracle to bring them back.”
He said this to comfort Hongying, but he knew better than anyone how low the chances were. Unless he could retrieve their souls, he could never recreate Cangnan City exactly as it was.
But… he didn’t want Hongying to lose hope.
She stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded firmly.
Lin Qiye walked past her and came to Wu Xiangnan, slowly crouching down.
“Qiye.” Wu Xiangnan sat there, drained of all strength, forcing a pale smile. “The captain said… thank you. For giving this city—and him—a miracle.”
Lin Qiye was stunned. He was silent for a moment, then forced a smile too. “Yeah. I understand.”
Then he extended his hands. “Vice-captain, give me your hands.”
Wu Xiangnan was taken aback, not knowing what Lin Qiye intended. But after a moment’s hesitation, he reached out.
A faint golden light flickered in Lin Qiye’s eyes. The 【Mortal Divine Realm】 unfolded once more, enveloping both of them.
The light flashed. The last of the Seraph’s divine power turned into a “Miracle,” flowing into Wu Xiangnan’s palms before vanishing.
Along with it, the two deep scars disappeared.
Wu Xiangnan stared at his now-healed hands in a daze. Then he snapped his head up to look at Lin Qiye.
“Qiye, this is…”
“Maybe this is the last miracle I can leave behind,” Lin Qiye said gently.
The soul wounds left by Ame-no-Murakumo couldn’t be healed without a divine artifact imbued with “eternity”—unless… a miracle occurred.
Lin Qiye poured his final divine power into Wu Xiangnan, healing the sword wounds on his hands. From now on, he could wield a sword again.
After that, the golden light in Lin Qiye’s eyes completely faded. The 【Mortal Divine Realm】 shattered inch by inch.
He suddenly stood up and opened a spatial portal, stepping toward it.
“Qiye.” Wen Qimo called out. “Where are you going?”
“I still have things to take care of… I’ll go ahead.” Lin Qiye forced a smile onto his pale face. Without waiting for a response, he stepped into the portal.
His figure vanished.
Several kilometers away.
A white portal opened in the air, trembling violently as if it might collapse at any moment. Lin Qiye stumbled out and fell to the ground.
He barely supported himself with his hands, clenching his teeth. Sweat poured down his face as his body shook uncontrollably.
Healing Wu Xiangnan had used up his last trace of divine power. The miracle sustaining Merlin’s soul had vanished.
He had reached his limit.
Merlin’s soul returned to the psychiatric hospital. Lin Qiye felt an overwhelming weakness and exhaustion. His soul felt like it had been torn apart, and unbearable pain filled his mind!