Free Web NovelA massive number of Dreadbeasts and Zerg surged within the Burial Ground of Gods, scattering in every direction.
They would serve as Lin Moyu’s eyes, searching for a path on his behalf.
The entire Burial Ground of Gods shimmered with light.
Blade Venerable’s soul force slowly flowed outward, awakening one powerful will after another from the past.
The war had ended. The soul remnants no longer needed to manifest; it was finally time for them to rest.
These ancient Gods and human predecessors had fought for countless years. They had earned their peace.
As one of the leaders of the ancient great war, Blade Venerable’s call stirred the wills of the fallen human powerhouses.
One after another, they transformed into streams of white light and slowly faded into the air.
For the soul remnants, this was true liberation.
Messages poured into Lin Moyu’s mind from one will after another. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
To his surprise, these former champions of humanity were expressing gratitude toward him.
Along with their gratitude came fragments of memory. Scene after scene of the ancient great war unfolded before his eyes—bloody battlefields, desperate struggles, and endless slaughter.
At some point, Lin Moyu realized his eyes had grown moist.
A profound shock filled his heart. He was deeply moved by their resolve.
Lin Moyu had never considered himself a savior.
Humans were inherently selfish, and he was no exception.
Yet the human ancestors within those wills were utterly selfless.
In their hearts existed only a boundless love for the human race.
Still, Lin Moyu made no grand vow to protect the world.
He understood his own path clearly. He knew what he should do and what he should not. His convictions belonged to him alone, and no one could change them.
At the height of its radiance, the Burial Ground of Gods vanished completely.
The land became empty. The dark mist that had blanketed the area for ages disappeared without a trace, and even the sky seemed brighter than before.
Once again, Lin Moyu saw the mountain standing before the Burial Ground of Gods.
Tall and narrow, it resembled a colossal spear piercing the heavens.
Even with his vision, Lin Moyu could not see its summit. The mountain was at least a hundred thousand meters tall.
Lin Moyu had previously felt that the mountain was unusual.
The memories he had just inherited flashed through his mind, and he slowly spoke four words: “Dreadslayer Spear Venerable.”
Among the many gravestones he had seen earlier, one stood second only to Blade Venerable’s. Its title had been different from the others.
Blade Venerable, Sword Venerable, Fist Venerable, those titles followed a clear pattern.
But this one had been called Dreadslayer Spear Venerable.
Lin Moyu guessed that Venerable had been the title of Transcendent God-level in that age.
The naming convention was deliberate, not arbitrary. The addition of Dreadslayer marked this individual as unique.
Yet during the final farewell of the soul remnants, this Spear Venerable alone had never appeared.
Judging from the position of his gravestone, his strength must have been extraordinary.
Even in death, someone like him should have left behind a soul remnant.
Lin Moyu looked at the towering mountain before him and shot upward at incredible speed.
His Deathwings fluttered as he ascended tens of thousands of meters into the air.
At last, spotting the summit, Lin Moyu’s speed suddenly surged, and he quickly reached the summit.
His pupils contracted.
“A Dreadbeast…”
This was no mountain, but a spear. An enormous spear.
Its tip was impossibly sharp, piercing upward as though it sought to pierce the heavens.
Impaled upon its tip was the corpse of a Dreadbeast Emperor.
Judging from its size, this Dreadbeast Emperor had likely been even stronger than the one that had awakened in the graveyard.
Lin Moyu’s eyes flickered as he quickly pieced together the most likely truth.
“This must have been the leader of the Dreadbeasts, the strongest among them all.”
“Spear Venerable sacrificed himself to kill it and perished alongside it.”
“That is why he bore the unique title of Dreadslayer Spear Venerable.”
It had been true mutual destruction.
Even his soul remnant had been annihilated.
This spear was most likely a Transcendent God-grade weapon, a precious treasure bestowed upon the humans by the greater world.
But Lin Moyu did not touch it.
He allowed it to remain where it stood.
This spear was no longer merely a weapon.
It was a monument, a monument to the unyielding spirit of this world.
At the original site of the Burial Ground of Gods, weapons lay scattered across the ground, all Transcendent God-grade equipment once wielded by human ancestors.
Lin Moyu had collected every one of them.
Once returned to the human race, these weapons would greatly strengthen humanity’s fighting power.
Lin Moyu bowed respectfully toward Dreadslayer Spear Venerable’s weapon in a farewell.
Suddenly, the spear burst into brilliant light.
Within that light, the corpse of the Dreadbeast Emperor impaled upon its tip dissolved like snow beneath the sun.
Two streams of soul essence shot forth and entered Lin Moyu’s soul world one after the other.
At the same time, a thunderous voice echoed: “Thank you, young friend, for granting us liberation. I have nothing else to offer, so I leave you the soul of this beast and my own soul.”
Lin Moyu’s body trembled as understanding dawned upon him.
Dreadslayer Spear Venerable had never truly died.
Instead, he had sealed his soul within the spear and waged an endless battle against the soul of the Dreadbeast Emperor.
After an unknowable span of time, Spear Venerable emerged victorious.
Yet his body had long since perished, and his soul had withered to the point that it could no longer exist apart from the spear.
The moment he detached from the spear would mark his true death.
Across countless years, he had silently witnessed everything within the Burial Ground of Gods.
He had seen Lin Moyu arrive and watched everyone there finally attain release and peace.
With those final words, the last trace of Dreadslayer Spear Venerable’s will disappeared.
Or perhaps it was better to say that he had finally achieved true liberation.
“My soul…”
Only then did Lin Moyu realize the transformation within himself. His soul grade had improved dramatically.
Previously, his soul had entered 2nd grade, looking as if it were clad in iron armor.
Now, that armor gleamed brighter and stronger, faintly radiating strands of golden light.
His soul grade had advanced quietly yet profoundly, bringing him close to peak 2nd grade. freewebnovёl.ƈom
A deep sense of gratitude welled within him. In their final moments, the human ancestor had entrusted him with his soul essence.
It was proof he no longer carried regrets or attachments and could finally depart in peace.
The journey to the Burial Ground of Gods had ended successfully. Lin Moyu was deeply satisfied with the outcome.
Yet his travels through the deep layer were not over.
His soul grade still had not reached peak 2nd grade; he remained only a short step away.
Only by reaching peak 2nd grade could he have complete confidence in drawing out his talents.
There was no room for error.
From Antares, Lin Moyu had learned some things about the deep layer.
It was a part of the Immemorial Battlefield, and the oldest at that.
In the previous age, numerous battles had unfolded there, leaving behind the remains of many powerful beings.
Beyond the Burial Ground of Gods, many soul remnants were still scattered throughout the deep layer.
Lin Moyu intended to gather them and further improve his soul grade.
There was also another treasure he hoped to find if fate allowed: the world core that Jiang Yi had coveted.
It was supposedly the core left behind after the destruction of a small world, containing the essence of that world itself—a treasure of True God-grade.
More importantly, if Lin Moyu wished to become world lord, obtaining the world core was essential.
As for how to find it, Lin Moyu had no idea.
Antares had only smiled mysteriously and said he would understand when the time came.
Lin Moyu still remembered the sly glint in Antares’s eyes. That guy was definitely up to no good.
At this moment, a large number of Elemental Giants, Zerg, and Dreadbeasts forged ahead through the deep layer, serving as Lin Moyu’s eyes.
The map of the deep layer became increasingly detailed.
Monster territories, approximate levels, and especially danger zones were gradually revealed.
During the exploration, level 97 Elemental Giants continued to fall one after another.
Lin Moyu witnessed many strange monsters and domains.
Then suddenly, a message flashed across his mind.
He had lost contact with the Elemental Giant leader.
For the first time, his half-step Transcendent God-level had sustained losses.
With a command from him, a Transcendental God-level Dreadbeast altered its course and charged toward the site of the incident.
