Chapter 696: Kill Me... Four Times!

The human and the Dragon stared at each other once more. After half a minute of silence, Antares finally gave in.

“Alright, alright. For the sake of your thirst for knowledge, I will tell you.” Antares quickly seized the opportunity to retreat with dignity.

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Lord Antares, you’re truly magnanimous.”

“Of course!” Antares readily accepted the compliment, “According to that fellow’s memories, there is a world core in the deep layer. After reaching the Transcendent God realm, if he absorbed the world core, it could be used to split off a second soul.”

“World core?” Lin Moyu repeated the unfamiliar term.

It sounded extraordinary just from the name alone.

This time, Antares didn’t tease him and explained directly, “A world core is the seed left behind after a world dies. Worlds vary in size and strength. The one Jiang Yi discovered came from a small world, so it isn’t particularly powerful.”

“Even so, it’s still a valuable treasure. At the very least, it’s better than everything you’ve obtained so far.”

Lin Moyu looked doubtful, “Better than the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal?”

“Cough, cough.” Antares coughed awkwardly, “Okay, maybe not. Even a Dragon can slip up. I misspoke.”

“Anyway, just know that it’s a good thing.”

Lin Moyu laughed, “Then what exactly can it be used for?”

Antares explained, “The world core has many uses. It’s a True God–grade item. It can be used to forge a True God–grade weapon, assist in cultivation, and help comprehend law.”

“After all, it’s formed from the destruction of a world, condensing the essence of everything that once existed within it.”

“But for you, those uses are secondary. If you obtain it, you’ll have the chance to truly become world lord.”

Lin Moyu frowned, “The world lord of that already destroyed world?”

Antares shook his head, “No. The world lord of this world.”

“Think about it. If you become world lord, everyone in this entire world would be under your authority. You could let them live or command them to die.”

“Even Transcendent Gods wouldn’t be able to threaten you. And if you faced a True God, you’d at least have the power to protect yourself.”

A chill ran down Lin Moyu’s spine.

A single world core possessed such terrifying power.

His heart burned with desire. He desperately wanted to obtain it.

Antares immediately poured cold water on his excitement, “However, obtaining the world core won’t be easy, and refining it will be even harder. According to Jiang Yi’s memories, quite a few people are already targeting it. You should prepare yourself mentally.”

Lin Moyu suppressed the surge of excitement in his heart, “The world core is in the deep layer. What exactly is that place?”

Antares spoke in a mysterious tone, “The deep layer is a place filled with danger and slaughter… but also overflowing with opportunity.”

Hearing this, Lin Moyu recalled that Bai Yiyuan had once said something similar.

The Immemorial Battlefield was full of opportunities. There was danger everywhere, but also rewards.

In truth, the greatest rewards came from the deep layer.

The upper layer and lower layer also offered opportunities, and Lin Moyu had gained quite a lot from them.

But compared to the deep layer, they were far inferior.

Lin Moyu asked solemnly, “Can you be more specific?”

“I can’t. But I can tell you this: the deep layer is extremely dangerous. There are places there where even Transcendent Gods can fall.”

Antares’s tone was unusually serious. He clearly wasn’t exaggerating.

Lin Moyu grew even more intrigued.

If even Transcendent Gods could die there, how could ordinary God-level experts possibly survive? Wouldn’t they be crushed instantly, like raw noodles snapping apart?

Seeing the confusion on Lin Moyu’s face, Antares spoke again, “I know you have questions. But you’ll understand when the time comes. It’s hard to explain clearly right now.”

“However, there’s one thing I can tell you. The deep layer is connected to the Dreadland.”

There was no need for further explanation. Just that sentence was enough.

Lin Moyu understood very well how powerful the Dreadbeasts were.

Moreover, the Dreadbeasts were only the vanguard, the expendable cannon fodder. Behind them lurked an even more powerful mastermind.

And there were still the Zerg.

If the deep layer truly connected to the Desolate Void, the implications were entirely different.

Lin Moyu pondered deeply, and the mysteries of the deep layer grew even more profound in his mind.

Antares chuckled, “If you can’t figure it out, then stop thinking about it. That place… well, how should I put it? In any case, it’s troublesome.”

Lin Moyu nodded and dismissed the thought, “I won’t dwell on it anymore. Once I reach level 90, I’ll go there myself and take a look.”

Some things were better seen with one’s own eyes than endlessly speculated about.

Lin Moyu estimated that by the time he reached level 90, his soul rank would be at least level 96, allowing him to drive law.

At that point, he would be able to wield the purple Godslaying Lightning freely. With its half-step Transcendent God-level attack power, it would at least grant him some ability to protect himself.

Lin Moyu sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

His previously calm soul force suddenly began to boil, surging outward in violent waves. The invisible force struck the ground with a thunderous boom.

After a few breaths of time, the soul force rapidly withdrew, eventually settling back into his body.

Antares muttered to himself, “The brat’s soul force is beginning to take tangible form. His foundation is incredibly solid—pure and flawless. Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal wasn’t given away for nothing. Looks like I’m still quite impressive.”

“Old fellow, take a good look. I can even part with a Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal. Do you still dare say I lack generosity?”

A trace of nostalgia flickered in Antares’ eyes, as though unpleasant memories had surfaced. From time to time, a flash of ferocity crossed his expression.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu had already immersed himself in his own world.

After leveling up several times, he now possessed enough soul force to relocate another skill star ore.

A massive surge of soul force poured into the skill space. Among the dozen or so nearly identical skill star cores, he chose one at random and began to drag it.

The binding force of the skill space had grown stronger again.

The fewer skill star cores that remained, the greater the skill space’s binding force became.

Lin Moyu had long anticipated this and was not surprised.

Fortunately, both his soul rank and soul force had increased, making the task far from strenuous.

His soul force transformed into countless fine threads, wrapping around the skill star core and slowly pulling it out of the skill space.

The entire process went smoothly. In just half a day, the skill star core left the place that had birthed it and began moving toward his soul.

Once it exited the skill space, its speed increased significantly. It wasn’t long before it was drawn into the soul world.

At that moment, his soul force erupted like a tsunami, surging into the skill star core.

Having gone through this process several times before, Lin Moyu was well experienced and knew exactly how to maximize the fusion rate.

There were no tricks involved; it was simply a matter of pouring in as much soul force as possible.

The more he invested, the higher the final fusion rate would be.

The skill star core began to glow, releasing an astonishing radiance.

Meanwhile, his soul grew weaker, gradually withering.

In an extremely short time, Lin Moyu poured his soul force into the skill star core with almost brutal intensity.

Suddenly, Antares heard Lin Moyu’s voice.

“Kill me… four times!”