For Lin Moyu, this journey had been an incredible harvest.
Unbeknownst to him, the fall of the Poison God sent shockwaves through the outside world.
In the deep layer of the Immorial Battlefield, waves of imnse power erupted, accompanied by furious roars that shattered space itself.
The echoes of those roars traveled far and wide, reverberating endlessly.
Within the Immorial Battlefield, the very weather turned chaotic—lightning and thunder one mont, violent storms the next.
Such a disturbance hadn’t been seen in countless years.
And it wasn’t confined to the Immorial Battlefield alone.
Strange phenona unfolded in the Human World as well: torrential rains poured without warning, accompanied by ceaseless lightning.
The Dinsional Battlefield too was swept up in the turmoil.
At that mont, every God-level powerhouse sensed a mournful, suffocating aura.
Inside the rain-sheltered White God Courtyard, ng Anwen let out a soft sigh, "A God has fallen, and a mid-tier one at that."
"The last Godfall Rain was over five centuries ago. Back then, a low-tier God perished, and the rain lasted three days and nights. This ti… it might persist for six."
Bai Yiyuan wasn’t in the courtyard.
He sat silently in the Hall of Heroes within Fortress No.1 of the Dinsional Battlefield, his gaze locked onto Lin Moyu’s soul brand.
As long as that soul brand remained whole, his heart could be at ease.
Not long ago, he had felt a faint surge from it—a clear sign Lin Moyu had advanced, reaching level 51.
And then—not even two hours later—Lin Moyu leveled up again.
This left Bai Yiyuan genuinely stunned.
"What on earth did this kid do?"
Ordinarily, after reaching level 50, class users would take months to gain a single level. So might even need half a year or longer.
Lin Moyu’s rapid leveling was sothing Bai Yiyuan had never seen, nor even heard of.
To gain an entire level in just two hours, that would take an enormous number of monsters lined up for slaughter.
What Bai Yiyuan couldn’t possibly imagine was that Lin Moyu had stumbled upon a dying Poison God and delivered the final blow—an act that brought unimaginable rewards and instantly pushed him up a level.
Though the situation made no sense to him, Bai Yiyuan stuck to his long-held principle: if it couldn’t be understood, set it aside.
As long as Lin Moyu was safe, that was enough.
anwhile, the core area of the Immorial Battlefield was the last to feel the effects of the upheaval. The waves of power from the deep layer arrived here belatedly.
Roars echoed endlessly, their fury scattering the bands of light in the sky.
Countless monsters and bosses trembled in terror at the earth-shaking sounds.
Antares, peacefully slumbering, was abruptly jolted awake.
With an irritated snarl, he bellowed, "Shut up! You're too noisy!"
An even greater power erupted from his body, piercing through space and crashing into the deep layer.
The furious roars stopped imdiately.
In an instant, the Immorial Battlefield fell silent. Even the Godfall Rain ca to an abrupt halt.
In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.
Antares muttered to himself, “A God has fallen… which one was it?”
Even he had no idea that Lin Moyu had slain a mid-tier God on the Savagewild Continent.
Back on the Savagewild Continent, Lin Moyu had already climbed out of the poisonous pool.
He had already collected the Poison God’s corpse.
Jiang Yi had once treated a single God finger as a priceless treasure.
Now, Lin Moyu possessed an entire God body. If word of this ever got out, it would drive the world mad.
With its source gone, the poisonous pool had beco a little clearer, its toxic power diminished.
Lin Moyu gathered every Poison Crystal scattered throughout the pool.
By the ti he was done, he held over 200 Poison Crystals—an astonishing fortune on its own.
Not long ago, Lin Moyu had fretted over where he might find a single Poison Crystal to fuse into an Elental Divine Stone. Now, he had a whole pile at his disposal.
Without hesitation, he fused one into the Elental Divine Stone.
At this mont, he possessed two Elental Divine Stones, each imbued with seven elents.
[Elental Divine Stone (fire, poison, earth, light, water, wind, lightning): increases the chances of class sublimation by 35% during the third class awakening.]
Both stones offered a 35% chance of class sublimation.
With the addition of the God-tier potion refined from the Beast God’s Blood Essence and the life divine force of the Chuangshi Institute’s Ancestral Land, Lin Moyu felt confident that Ning Yiyi’s odds of achieving class sublimation during her third class awakening were exceptionally high.
It was a sha, however, that the Beast God’s Blood Essence potion only worked for physical-type classes—leaving him unable to benefit from it himself.
Lin Moyu couldn’t help but suspect that even if he did find an item to boost the chances of class sublimation for magic-type classes, it might still be ineffective for him.
After all, while his class was magic-type, it was far too unusual.
Aside from the Poison Crystals, Lin Moyu also retrieved nine drops of Poison God’s Blood Essence from the coffin.
But now that he possessed the corpse, all the blood essence contained within belonged to him—who could guess how many drops that might be?
In comparison, these extra drops felt a little lackluster.
God blood essence was no ordinary substance. Properly preserved, it could remain potent for many years.
Unlike the blood of human God-level powerhouses or Abyssal Demon Kings, whose life force quickly dissipated after death, a God’s blood remained vital and powerful long after.
Lin Moyu lingered by the poisonous pool a while longer.
He replenished his undead army and waited for the cooldown on his Enhance Troops skill to pass.
Now at level 52, his summon space had expanded to 960 slots.
There were now 32 Lich Generals, each commanding a legion of undead troops.
His total force reached 30,720 skeletons, finally breaking the 30,000 mark.
His other skills had improved as well, subtly increasing his overall strength.
While it wasn’t the dramatic leap granted every 10 levels, each incrental rise steadily enhanced his power.
Compared to other classes, his growth rate was significantly higher.
Lin Moyu spent half an hour fully restoring his undead army.
anwhile, the poisonous mist around the pool gradually thinned and began to disperse.
The earth itself was already starting to heal, its powerful restorative force at work.
For countless years, the Poison God’s presence had anchored the poisonous pool like a malignant tumor embedded in the land.
No matter how often the earth shook or erupted, it could never expel it.
Now that the Poison God had been completely wiped out by Lin Moyu—with both corpse and coffin taken—the poisonous pool lost its source and could no longer resist the earth’s natural restorative power.
The pool shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
An hour later, it vanished entirely.
The barren, rocky wasteland—the domain of serpent-type monsters—was whole again.
Gazing into the distance, Lin Moyu murmured to himself, “That’s how it should be.”
The poisonous pool suddenly scarring this land had felt unnatural.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before serpent monsters repopulated the area.
Inevitably, a ruler would rise among them.
And perhaps, years down the line, another world rank boss might erge here.
Though without the poisonous pool, it might not be a Venomous Flood Dragon again.
Suddenly, Lin Moyu’s expression shifted. A terrifying aura was sweeping toward him.
“The Giant Leaf Mother Tree.” He muttered.
He instantly recognized it.
The Giant Leaf Mother Tree had co looking for him.
Without hesitation, he summoned his Lightning Deathwings and shot off into the distance.
He had no intention of confronting the Giant Leaf Mother Tree again.
The Giant Leaf Mother Tree was level 86, a full level above the Venomous Flood Dragon.
At this stage, even a single level difference ant a vast disparity in attributes.
The Giant Leaf Mother Tree’s total attributes exceeded the Venomous Flood Dragon’s by 300,000.
Worse still, being a plant-type boss with unique traits and special characteristics, its combat strength vastly surpassed the Venomous Flood Dragon’s.
In particular, its health and regeneration ability were on an entirely different level—sothing the Flood Dragon couldn’t hope to match.
Last ti, Lin Moyu had only managed to severely wound it by catching it off-guard.
But he knew very well: had the battle dragged on, the one to die would’ve been him.
Now it had returned, no doubt prepared—and seeking revenge.
What unsettled Lin Moyu even more was the growing sense that the Giant Leaf Mother Tree possessed a certain level of intelligence, exceeding the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s.
And that was precisely why Lin Moyu had no intention of facing it again—not now.
Not long after he fled, the massive form of the Giant Leaf Mother Tree descended from the sky, crashing into the very spot where the poisonous pool had been.
Its countless leaves shuddered, as if searching for sothing.
But by then, Lin Moyu was long gone.
It let out a hoarse, echoing roar, a raw expression of its fury.
Vines lashed out like whips, striking the ground and shattering the tough rock into fragnts.
The rocks that Lin Moyu couldn’t move even with his full strength crumbled like tofu under its blows.
At last, seething with rage, it turned away—retreating back to its territory.
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