An offhand remark from Lin Moyu had inadvertently drawn out a bit more information from Antares.
God King-level…
It was clearly a realm beyond the True God-level.
If True God-level ca after Transcendent God-level, then did God King-level follow it? And between these two, were there additional realms?
Lin Moyu didn’t know.
Antares had already clamped his mouth shut, refusing to reveal anything further.
Lin Moyu didn’t press him. Antares had always enjoyed playing the mysterious one.
In Lin Moyu’s view, there was nothing that couldn’t be said. Even if he learned the truth, what of it? Would it shake his confidence?
His will had been tempered through countless trials; it would not waver so easily.
“I just wonder what level those unequaled powerhouses are at… and what level Antares himself has reached.”
Unequaled powerhouse was rely a title, not a defined realm. Lin Moyu still had no clear understanding of the strength required to earn such a title.
“In ti, I’ll find out.”
Leaving the Dragon Emperor’s Palace, Lin Moyu drifted slowly through the Dragonkind World. For the first ti, he took a mont to truly observe its landscape.
The Dragon Emperor’s Palace and emperor city lay at the very heart of the Dragonkind World, where the environnt was most balanced.
Surrounding regions were divided by elents: vast territories of fire, water, wind, and more.
Streams of elents surged inward, converging at the center and forming a delicate equilibrium.
The central region, rich in all elents, felt similar to the Human World.
In contrast, the outer regions where a single elent reigned supre were harsh and desolate.
Such was the nature of fragnt worlds.
Incomplete and unstable, their laws were broken, giving rise to unpredictable anomalies and extre conditions.
Lin Moyu couldn’t help but wonder how his own world would change once it fully absorbed both the Dragonkind World and the Abyss.
Though the outco remained uncertain, one thing was clear: his world would grow stronger and more complete.
With his tasks finished, Lin Moyu turned his attention to filling his undead army.
Advancing from level 83 to level 85 had increased his undead army’s capacity from 310,000 to 350,000—a gap of 50,000 troops that needed to be filled.
White light shimred across his body as he completed the leveling process after more than a day.
By rough estimation, at least another million Dragonkind had been slain.
At last, Lin Moyu stopped.
“The rest can be left to others. A debt of blood shouldn’t be repaid by alone; it belongs to the entire human race.”
Lin Moyu had his own plans. His will was firm, unmoved by external pressures.
By now, the Dragonkind had been utterly crippled. Not a single Dragon King remained—all had perished.
Though millions of Dragonkind still lived, the number of human class users far exceeded them.
Moreover, humanity possessed God-level experts. Under their command, the Dragonkind could be eradicated with minimal cost.
Instead of returning to Antares’s side, Lin Moyu went back to the Human World, to White God Courtyard.
Recently, his days had been consud by slaughter and the transport of skill star cores. A trace of exhaustion surfaced—not in his body, but deep within his soul.
He was human, after all, and even he needed rest.
In the midst of battle, he could fight endlessly without retreat.
But in monts of reprieve, he sought true rest.
The White Goc Courtyard’s familiar scent of tea greeted him. As he breathed it in, much of his ntal fatigue lted away.
“Teachers, I’m back.”
As usual, ng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan sat together, drinking tea.
Yan Kuangsheng was nowhere to be seen.
“Ah, Moyu is back.” Bai Yiyuan said warmly.
ng Anwen simply nodded. As long as Lin Moyu had returned safely, nothing else needed to be asked.
Lin Moyu stepped forward, refilling their cups before asking, “Where is Teacher Yan?”
Bai Yiyuan scoffed, “That madman ran off to the Bloody Land, saying he’s going to slaughter the Bloodthirsty Python.”
ng Anwen chuckled, “Ignore Old Bai. Old Yan had so new insights and went to test them.”
Yan Kuangsheng spent his days in the Bloody Land, his soul tempered by endless slaughter as he sought to comprehend murderous aura.
Among the three of them, he had been the first to grasp law and, without relying on the Soul Fusion Grand Formation, reach level 96.
It wasn’t that his talent surpassed the others. If anything, ng Anwen was more gifted. Yan Kuangsheng was simply more ruthless with himself, driven by an unrelenting determination.
ng Anwen turned to Lin Moyu, “We know everything you did in the Dragonkind World and in the Abyss.”
Lin Moyu smiled faintly, “I only did what needed to be done.”
“You’re carrying too much on your shoulders.” ng Anwen said softly, a trace of concern in his voice.
A faint weariness lingered on Lin Moyu’s young face, an exhaustion far beyond his years.
Though barely in his twenties, he had experienced more than most would in several lifetis, bearing burdens for the sake of the entire human race.
ng Anwen saw the fatigue in his eyes and understood, sighing, “Get so rest. Whatever cos next, we’ll handle it.”
Bai Yiyuan added, “Exactly. Why push yourself so hard?”
Lin Moyu only smiled in response.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Demon Extermination Tower, and a vast torrent of resources poured out, piling high across the clearing like mountains—equipnt, materials, and treasures of every kind.
ng Anwen’s brows twitched.
Bai Yiyuan exclaid, “Did you rob the Dragonkind’s treasury?”
The lingering aura made it obvious. Many of the items belonged to the Dragonkind.
Lin Moyu said, “These ca from the Dragonkind emperor city’s warehouse. And so from the Dragon Dragon Emperor’s Palace.”
ng Anwen’s expression tightened, “You went into the Dragon Emperor’s Palace?”
Lin Moyu nodded and briefly recounted what had happened.
Both n were stunned. They hadn’t expected him to massacre the emperor city, let alone force the Dragon Emperor to flee into the deep layer.
Lin Moyu said, “There are no Dragon Kings left. It’s ti for the humans to advance and take their world.”
Bai Yiyuan slamd the table, “Good! I’ll mobilize the military imdiately.”
ng Anwen didn’t object. It was ti to deliver the final blow.
Everyone understood the principle: strike while the enemy is down.
As for the Abyss Demons, Lilian’s presence ensured they wouldn’t interfere. There was nothing to worry about.
Lin Moyu said, “I’ll leave the rest to you, Teachers.”
ng Anwen replied lightly, “Get so rest. We’ll handle everything from here.”
Then he sighed, “To think the mighty Dragonkind would end up like this.”
Bai Yiyuan said, “It’s only natural. Power decides everything. For years, we were suppressed because we weren’t strong enough. Now that Moyu is, the Dragonkind can only await its end.”
ng Anwen asked, “Moyu, should we take prisoners?”
Lin Moyu answered without hesitation, “None.”
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