This ti, the rain cluster brought more than torrential rain—it ca with streaks of lightning. The purple bolts tinged with black danced across the sky, exuding an eerie and oppressive aura. The corrosive rain was even stronger than before, its acrid stench choking the air.
The Putrid Corpses stirred restlessly under the downpour, their movents unusually vigorous.
Lin Moyu quickly realized that he and Dongfang Yao, as living beings, had beco glaring beacons in the desolate expanse of the Putrid Corpse Land.
From the distance, more and more Putrid Corpses converged on their location.
Lin Moyu surmised that the aura of life radiating from them was like a magnet for these creatures. The corpses seed to harbor an innate hostility toward intruders, reacting with a ferocity that left no doubt about their intent.
Dongfang Yao had shared what little she knew about the Putrid Corpse Land, but her knowledge was limited. Despite her efforts, Lin Moyu had no concrete strategy and could only adapt as the situation unfolded.
Boom!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck Lin Moyu squarely. His Bone Armor absorbed the impact, emitting a faint hum as it deflected the attack.
The lightning was no joke—its power far exceeded that of the rain.
Dongfang Yao gasped in alarm, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Lin Moyu replied with composure. Having recently endured the lightning elental dungeon, he was no stranger to being struck by lightning.
At this ti, the sound of shuffling feet transmitted through the rain cluster. A Putrid Corpse barreled toward them, undeterred by the heavy rain.
Boom!
Another bolt lit up the sky and struck the corpse, obliterating it into fragnts.
Lin Moyu paused in astonishnt. Why would the lightning target the Putrid Corpses? Could the strikes be purely random?
His thoughts were interrupted as his eyes caught sothing peculiar. Electric sparks danced across the shattered remains of the corpse. Like living tendrils, the sparks pulled the fragnts back together, seamlessly reconnecting them.
The reassembled corpse appeared significantly stronger than before.
Intrigued, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell.
[Low-level Putrid Corpse]
[Level: 10]
It was still classified as a low-level Putrid Corpse, but its level had risen to level 10. This was a significant leap in strength compared to the ones they had encountered so far. Until now, all the Putrid Corpses they had faced were level 5. This marked the first ti they had encountered one at level 10.
No—before it was struck by lightning, this Putrid Corpse had also been level 5. The lightning had triggered its evolution.
A bold idea flickered through Lin Moyu’s mind: what if he allowed himself to be struck by the lightning without the protection of his Bone Armor? Could it induce so kind of transformation in him as well? ȓÅΝỗ₿Ě𝒮
Of course, it was a fleeting thought. In this strange and unpredictable world, experinting without absolute certainty was far too dangerous. No matter how daring Lin Moyu might be, gambling with his life was out of the question.
Lin Moyu summoned a Skeletal Great Mage. With a resounding blast, the skeleton unleashed Elental Explosion, instantly obliterating the newly evolved Putrid Corpse.
Though the creature would regenerate eventually, Lin Moyu was confident it would take a long ti for it to recover.
Two days had passed since their arrival in the Putrid Corpse Land.
There was no day or night here, only the perpetual gloom. Thankfully, their communicators allowed them to keep track of ti.
Through a full day of exploration, they had finally started piecing together an understanding of this bizarre place.
Rain dominated the landscape. In the span of two days, they had traveled roughly a thousand kiloters, enduring ten separate downpours along the way.
The intensity of the rain varied: heavier rains were more focused, while lighter rains stretched across vast areas.
Two of the downpours stood out for their violence, accompanied by frequent lightning strikes. Lin Moyu had been struck five tis; Dongfang Yao, twice.
Besides targeting them, lightning also struck the Putrid Corpses. Without exception, every Putrid Corpse hit by lightning underwent a transformation, evolving into a stronger form.
Lin Moyu noticed sothing peculiar: the lightning never struck aimlessly—it always had a target.
As he continued forward, he began encountering level 6 and level 7 Putrid Corpses. This pattern finally revealed a path to follow.
Lin Moyu speculated that the closer they approached the center of this world, the higher the level of the Putrid Corpses. This phenonon reminded him of other domains he had explored.
In the Immorial Battlefield, high-level monsters were concentrated in the core area. Similarly, in the Abyssal World, the intensity of Abyssal Fire increased toward the center, drawing in stronger Demons.
It stood to reason that Putrid Corpse Land followed a similar rule.
Based on this theory, Lin Moyu used the levels of the Putrid Corpses as makeshift coordinates and pressed forward.
Dongfang Yao, though uneasy, agreed with his logic and followed closely behind without raising any objections.
At this point, she dared not question him. She understood all too well that without Lin Moyu, her fate would likely be sealed—either death or a transformation into one of the very creatures stalking this land.
anwhile, in the royal palace, chaos reigned.
Dongfang Yao had been missing for two days, throwing the royal family into disarray.
In the grand hall, Dongfang Yi sat on the throne, his expression dark and furious. His voice bood through the room, “Have you discovered anything yet?”
On his left sat mbers of the royal family. On his right sat the Grand Councillors.
The chamber was silent.
Finally, one of the Grand Councillors stepped forward and uttered, “Your Majesty, we are still investigating. However, it appears that the teleportation formation was tampered with. We are examining it thoroughly.”
Dongfang Yi’s voice grew colder, “Two days, and you still have nothing? Is Grandmaster Zhang Heyu in charge of the investigation?”
The Grand Councillor nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty. Grandmaster Zhang Heyu is personally overseeing the investigation, but as of now, there have been no breakthroughs.”
At this ti, an elderly man, leaning on a staff, entered the chamber. His attire, adorned with an intricate formation emblem embroidered on his collar and cuffs, marked him as a Formation Master.
The mont Dongfang Yi saw him, he rose to his feet, prompting everyone else in the room to stand as well.
Striding forward to greet him, Dongfang Yi spoke with urgency, “Grandmaster Zhang, how is it? Have you discovered anything?”
Zhang Heyu shook his head, his expression heavy, “I’m sorry. I’ve made no progress. Whoever tampered with the formation is exceptionally skilled. After the teleportation, they scrambled the circuits entirely. The formation is in complete disarray. I can’t untangle it.”
Dongfang Yi’s face darkened. He understood all too well that while setting up or sabotaging a teleportation formation was straightforward, deciphering its scrambled circuits—especially to trace the direction of the teleportation—was an entirely different challenge.
“Is there no other way?” He asked.
Zhang Heyu, renowned as the royal palace’s most formidable Formation Master and a level 89 class user—just a step shy of reaching God-level—was their best hope. If even he couldn’t solve this, Dongfang Yi was at a loss.
Zhang Heyu hesitated for a mont before speaking, “There might be soone who can help.”
Dongfang Yi’s eyes sharpened, “Who?”
With a solemn expression, Zhang Heyu replied, “ng Anwen. The Serene God, humanity’s foremost Formation Master.”
The na carried weight. ng Anwen, also known as the Serene God, was a legendary figure, the master of Shenxia Tower, and a peer to figures like Bai Yiyuan.
Though his reputation preceded him, little was known about ng Anwen’s life. He was so low-profile that even Dongfang Yi hadn’t imdiately considered him.
ng Anwen wasn’t just humanity’s greatest Formation Master—he was also its most accomplished Alchemist. He was a dual-class user.
Dual-class users were exceedingly rare, far rarer than legendary class users. However, among them, only ng Anwen had reached God-level.
After a mont of contemplation, Dongfang Yi made his decision, “I’ll go invite him personally.”
After a mont of contemplation, Dongfang Yi made his decision. “I’ll go invite him personally.”
To enlist ng Anwen’s help, Dongfang Yi had to go himself. No one else was qualified for such a task.
Normally, finding ng Anwen would be a challenge. But with the Shenxia Tower trial currently underway, his location was no secret. This gave Dongfang Yi a rare opportunity.
The situation was urgent, not just because it involved his daughter but also Lin Moyu.
From what Dongfang Yi knew, Lin Moyu shared a close relationship with ng Anwen. This connection increased the likelihood that ng Anwen would intervene.
Without hesitation, Dongfang Yi transford into a streak of light, speeding toward Xiajing Academy.
In less than a minute, he arrived above the academy grounds, spotting the imposing Shenxia Tower in the distance. The trials were still in progress.
After Lin Moyu had used the 500 participants as a stepping stone to hone himself, ng Anwen had arranged for them to undergo a standard trial. The rewards this year were even slightly better than previous years—perhaps as a subtle form of compensation for the participants.
Feeling anxious, Dongfang Yi couldn’t afford to bother other things now. Ti was of the essence. He flew straight toward the tower without delay.
He called out in a resonant voice, “Serene God, I, Dongfang Yi, have co to pay a visit. Please co out and et !”
His voice echoed through the entirety of Xiajing Academy, causing an imdiate commotion.
“Wow! It’s Emperor Dongfang Yi!”
“The Emperor himself ca to et Serene God?”
“Isn’t Emperor Dongfang Yi supposed to be the most handso man in Shenxia? I can’t believe I’m seeing him in person!”
“I’ve heard Serene God is quite good-looking too... imagine if they’re standing side by side!”
The academy buzzed with excitent, as students eagerly craned their necks to catch a glimpse of these legendary figures.
Strangely, many female students seed more captivated by the appearance of Dongfang Yi and Serene God than by their legendary strength.
When they caught sight of Dongfang Yi, gasps of admiration rippled through the crowd.
Dongfang Yi was indeed incredibly handso, radiating a refined aura. It was no wonder he fathered a daughter as stunning as Dongfang Yao.
Dongfang Yi stood quietly, his expression calm as he awaited a response to his summons.
Ten seconds later, a figure erged from the Shenxia Tower.
ng Anwen floated in the air, his robe billowing gently in the wind. The presence he exuded was nothing short of majestic—a true display of a God-level expert.
The crowd erupted again.
“Wow, Serene God is so handso!”
“Elegant and poised—look at that temperant, that figure! Truly unmatched!”
“Honestly, I think Serene God might even be more handso than the Emperor!”
“I want to marry Serene God!”
ng Anwen raised a single finger, and a shimring barrier enveloped himself and Dongfang Yi. All sound from the outside world was instantly silenced.
“Emperor Dongfang.” ng Anwen began, his tone calm yet commanding, “What brings you here?”
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