Chapter 505: Trading Questions And Answers Like Old Friends

At last, Antares lowered his head in resignation, “Alright, I admit there are things in this world I don’t know.”

“Since that’s the case, ask me whatever you want. I’ll answer what I can.”

He slumped his head to the ground, defeated.

That was exactly what Lin Moyu wanted to hear.

“I’ve got a lot of questions. Brace yourself.”

“Go ahead. Let’s just call it a chat.” Antares sighed, looking at Lin Moyu like he was some kind of freak.

Lin Moyu began, “Do you know about Derivative Beasts?”

“I do. Like this.”

Light shimmered in front of Antares, forming a creature with four legs, a slender body, and a tail longer than the rest of its form.

To Lin Moyu, it resembled a four-legged serpent.

“The Dragonkind discovered a large number of them in a secret realm.” Lin Moyu said, “They wiped them out and created a Derivative Blood Pool to replicate Dragonkind Battle General Puppets.”

Antares scoffed, “I know. The Derivative Blood Pool is just a high-grade item. It can only replicate creatures up to level 70. Not that useful.”

“And here’s a secret: the Dragonkind are asking for death by doing this.”

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed, “Why do you say that?”

Antares shook his head, “That’s one question I can’t answer. Ask something else.”

Lin Moyu didn’t push further. He knew when to stop.

“Alright, next question. Why can’t the pool replicate me?”

Antares answered casually, “It only works on lower-tier races.”

This time, Lin Moyu was the one stunned.

Antares burst into laughter, relishing the shift in dynamic. At last, he had the upper hand.

He chose not to elaborate, intent on frustrating Lin Moyu. No matter how much Moyu pressed, he wouldn’t say another word.

Antares believed he was masking his emotions well, but the smug glint in his eyes gave him away.

Seeing that, Lin Moyu didn’t follow up. Instead, he began asking unrelated, trivial questions.

Antares quickly grew irritated. He cursed Lin Moyu silently and began calling him "little bastard" while answering, trying to vent.

Lin Moyu didn’t care and kept calling him by name.

Despite the vast power gap between them, the two now talked like old friends.

Antares was actually curious about Lin Moyu’s class, but pride held him back from asking directly.

Through their continued exchange, however, he managed to piece together a few key details—especially how Lin Moyu had achieved 100% poison elemental immunity.

When Lin Moyu finally brought out the corpse of the Poison God and laid it before him, Antares was stunned once again.

"Little Bastard, do you even know what you've gotten your hands on?" Antares's tone grew serious, an overwhelming aura radiating from him.

Under its pressure, the Poison God's aura was completely suppressed.

This wasn’t just a bone or severed limb. It was a complete God corpse. Its aura was so potent, even the Shenxia Tower might not be able to contain it.

Lin Moyu said, “It’s a complete God corpse. By studying it, the human race could produce more God-level powerhouses, or help existing ones advance.”

“I know I shouldn’t reveal it. But it's in my hands, and sooner or later, I’ll have to use it.”

Antares snorted, “You don’t know a damn thing. Everything you know probably came from that guy Jiang Yi.”

Lin Moyu nodded. His understanding of Gods had indeed started with Jiang Yi.

When Jiang Yi gave him the God finger, he’d strictly warned him not to show it to anyone.

Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan had echoed the sentiment.

But a finger was nothing compared to an intact God corpse. And this was a mid-tier God corpse

Antares continued, “Gods don’t typically leave corpses behind. They’re heaven’s darlings, the ultimate embodiment of elemental forces.”

“They’re nearly impossible to kill. Even in death, a sliver of life usually lingers.”

“Just finding a small remnant of a God is already incredibly rare. But for you to get your hands on an entire God corpse… I’m starting to think you might be the heavens’ illegitimate child.”

His eyes narrowed, regarding Lin Moyu like some rare anomaly.

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Sure, let’s go with that. So... what exactly can you do with a God corpse?”

Antares replied, “Didn’t I just say? Gods are ultimate elemental manifestations. Isn’t it obvious what that means?”

“It’s not.” Lin Moyu admitted honestly. He truly didn’t know.

Human education was always gradual. You only learned what you could handle—too much knowledge too early could be dangerous.

Antares explained, “Ultimate elemental manifestation means laws. You should already sense it. There’s a strong law aura emanating from this one.”

“All Gods carry law auras. The Poison God, being a mid-tier God, has a stronger one. A low-tier God, like the Fire God, has a weaker law aura.”

“That’s why God corpses are treasures. They contain laws. By studying them, God-level powerhouses can progress further.”

This time, Antares spoke at length, generously sharing his knowledge to help Lin Moyu grasp the true value of a God corpse.

Each God represented a different element.

All human classes had elemental skills, and advancing them required deeper understanding of the associated laws.

Lin Moyu grasped the significance, but a new question arose, “But... as far as I know, no human classes use poison-type skills.”

Antares snorted, “Ever heard of drawing inferences?”

“What about this, then?”

With a burst of thunder and lightning, a powerful new aura erupted, stronger even than that of the Poison God’s corpse.

Lin Moyu had brought out a lightning-type Law Crystal.

Antares gave it a brief glance and said, “A Law Crystal is undoubtedly valuable. For lightning-type Mages, a lightning-type Law Crystal is a priceless treasure.”

“Even a full set of legendary-grade gear can’t compare to this little thing.”

He paused, then asked, “By the way, how did you find the Lightning God?”

Lin Moyu recounted the story.

Antares sighed bitterly, “That woman was a fool. I told her not to go, but she insisted, and now she’s dead.”

“She had a chance to resurrect, but refused. Said she wanted to preserve her true self. Gods… always so stubborn.”

It was clear they had once been close.

Lin Moyu opened his mouth to ask more, but Antares cut him off, “Don’t ask. I won’t answer.”

As he spoke, a beam of light shot from his eyes, striking the Poison God’s corpse.

The overwhelming aura quickly faded.

“I’ve sealed it.” Antares said, “Don’t take it out again unless absolutely necessary. Your human race isn’t as stable as you think.”

Lin Moyu put the corpse away before saying sincerely, “Thank you.”

Antares snorted, “You’re welcome. Any more questions?”

They had spoken for quite a while. Antares assumed Lin Moyu was done—but he wasn’t.

“There’s one more thing.” Lin Moyu said, “It’s about Shenxia City. I entered the Thunderclap Tower and saw some visions…”

He described what he’d seen.

Antares shook his head, “I know of the city. But it predates me. I don’t know its origins.”

For the first time, Antares admitted to not knowing something.

Lin Moyu was stunned. Shenxia City was older than even Antares?

A sense of awe washed over him. He was now certain the city’s origin was anything but ordinary.