Chapter 867: In Ten Days, I’ll Wait For You At The Exit
Through the world lord's perspective, Lin Moyu gazed beyond the world itself.
Outside the world's boundary, a continent spanning more than ten thousand kilometers drifted silently through the void.
It hovered astonishingly close to the world, yet the two never touched.
Alone and isolated, it wandered endlessly through the darkness.
Lin Moyu knew its origin well. During the ancient great war, the Dreadbeasts and the Zerg had invaded the deep layer through this very continent.
Afterward, however, the passage connecting it to the deep layer was severed.
Since then, it had become exceedingly difficult for the Dreadbeasts living within the Dreadland to enter the deep layer again.
His gaze swept across the Dreadland. Numerous Dreadbeasts still roamed its surface, including several Dreadbeast Kings.
These creatures could only be killed through the power of laws; ordinary attacks were utterly ineffective.
"They should never have existed." Lin Moyu murmured.
World force surged once more, sweeping toward the Dreadland like a boundless tide.
Within the Human World, lightning split the heavens as thunder shook the sky.
Guided by world force, Lin Moyu's law of undeath manifested his will.
To master a law was to mark it with one's own imprint and will.
Driven by Lin Moyu's fury, the killing intent contained within the law of undeath became even more terrifying.
The world force swiftly engulfed the Dreadland.
Moments later, rain began to fall.
Each raindrop was condensed from the law of undeath itself, carrying an overwhelming aura of death.
Wherever the rain fell, Dreadbeasts died one after another. Even the mighty Dreadbeast Kings endured only a few seconds longer before succumbing.
In the blink of an eye, every Dreadbeast within the Dreadland had been eradicated.
Their corpses rapidly decayed, dissolving into the earth.
Then the law transformed.
The death aspect of the law of undeath turned into the life aspect.
Life force spread throughout the Dreadland.
Nourished by the remains of the fallen Dreadbeasts, the barren Dreadland burst with life, transforming into a flourishing world in an instant.
World force surged forward once more, swallowing the entire land and assimilating it into itself.
The Dreadland was completely absorbed, officially becoming part of the world.
The world expanded again, growing stronger than before.
The world origin shone brilliantly, while world force became significantly more robust. Although it had yet to recover its former peak, it was vastly stronger than before.
The greater the world force, the stronger the world itself. And the stronger the world, the greater the likelihood of producing extraordinary geniuses.
Lin Moyu believed that as the world force continued to recover over the coming years, more exceptional talents would emerge.
Reaching the Transcendent God realm would no longer be an unattainable dream.
Even experts like Meng Anwen would benefit.
Originally, their innate potential limited them to the half-step Transcendent God realm.
Now, however, they finally possessed the possibility of breaking through and becoming true Transcendent Gods.
None of these changes would happen overnight.
Instead, they would unfold quietly, subtly reshaping the world without anyone realizing it.
After finishing everything, Lin Moyu clapped his hands and let out a long breath.
"Finally it's done."
In just a single day, he had completely reshaped his world.
It wouldn't be long before people noticed the changes.
The world's size had at least doubled, providing more resources, more dungeons, and far greater opportunities to nurture powerful experts.
With a thought, his consciousness returned to his body.
His power had already stopped increasing.
Having stepped into the Transcendent God realm, Lin Moyu felt as though an endless ocean of power flowed within him.
His combat strength had risen to an entirely new level.
Turning his attention inward, he examined his soul world.
His soul had undergone a complete evolution in grade, rank, and force.
The soul grade had reached peak 3rd grade.
The once-glazed shell of the soul world had become nearly transparent, resembling flawless crystal.
More jade-like brilliance spread across the soul main body, blending with its golden radiance.
The soul rank and soul force had reached Transcendent God 1st tier
Both were incomparably stronger than before.
Yet amid his excitement, Lin Moyu noticed something unusual.
His talent tree and law art stars had remained virtually unchanged.
They looked practically identical to how they had been at level 99.
"That shouldn't be possible… How strange."
A trace of confusion crossed his face. Just then, he looked up.
A streak of light shot across the sky, arriving before him in an instant.
Lilian stood before him, still dressed in her pale yellow gown.
Combined with her breathtakingly beautiful features, she appeared almost ethereal.
She extended her fair, slender hand toward him, "Hand it over."
A faint glow flickered across Lin Moyu's finger. A wisp drifted from his fingertip and settled gently into Lilian's outstretched palm.
The moment she reclaimed her true spirit imprint, Lilian visibly relaxed. Her plan had finally succeeded, and the last trace of unease in her heart disappeared.
An extraordinary aura surged from her as her power began rising rapidly.
Lilian had long stood at the peak of the half-step Transcendent God realm, only a single step away from becoming a Transcendent God.
Yet the limitations of the fragmented world had prevented her from advancing for a thousand years.
Fortunately, her half-Demon bloodline granted her an exceptionally long lifespan, allowing her to endure until this day.
Now, with the Abyss World consumed and her true spirit returned, every shackle binding her had vanished.
Her breakthrough came naturally as she stepped into the Transcendent God realm.
Lilian broke the silence, "When do you plan to leave?"
Lin Moyu calculated the time before replying, "In ten days."
She nodded, "I'll wait for you at the exit."
"Alright."
Their agreement had never been limited to recovering Lilian's true soul imprint. Taking her with him when he left this world had always been part of their deal.
Since Lilian had honored her promise, Lin Moyu had no intention of breaking his own.
Besides, now that he was preparing to leave, he couldn't leave her behind with peace of mind.
Given both her immense strength and unpredictable temperament, she could become an enormous threat if she ever sought revenge.
Yet she had rendered great service to the human race, making it impossible for him to simply eliminate her.
Lin Moyu returned to the manor, where Ning Yiyi and the others had been waiting for him.
He had never concealed his plans from them. When the world had undergone its tremendous upheaval moments earlier, they had immediately realized it was his doing.
The moment they saw him, the four women asked in unison,
"Husband, did you succeed?"
Lin Moyu smiled faintly and nodded, "It's done."
As he spoke, he released each of their true spirit imprints into their hands.
The tiny wisps of light appeared utterly unremarkable, naturally merging back into their bodies the instant they made contact.
All four women felt only a subtle sense of lightness, as though something profound had changed, yet nothing seemed different at all.
For now, recovering their true spirit imprints had no immediate effect. At most, it meant no one could ever track them through this world anymore.
Its true significance lay in the future.
According to Antares, anyone wishing to ascend to the True God realm must first reclaim their true spirit imprint.
Lin Moyu had merely completed that crucial step for them in advance.
"I'm planning to depart in ten days. Spend these next few days with your families. Perhaps... in the future..."
He left the sentence unfinished, but none of them needed him to explain.
Once they entered the Coffin of Slumber, no one could predict when they would awaken again. It might be centuries. It could even be a thousand years.
By then, their loved ones would have long since passed away.
Yet none of them regretted the choice they had made.
One by one, they returned home for a final reunion with their families.
Soon, the manor fell silent—so quiet that even the sound of a needle hitting the floor would have echoed through the halls.
With a single thought, Lin Moyu disappeared without a trace.