Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Dark Chaos

A year ago, the Xuanling world was plagued by apocalyptic disasters, while rumors of its destruction spread widely and persisted despite suppression efforts.

Numerous powerful clans and royal families contacted foreign gods to secure their inheritance and prepare contingency plans.

Yet within mere twelve months, the rampant doomsday talk vanished completely, and major clans cut all connections with evil gods.

This transformation stemmed entirely from Mu Lin’s rise.

Alone, he reversed humanity’s desperate situation, turning the prophesied apocalypse into shattered illusions.

Yet this achievement made Mu Lin the prime target for deranged evil gods and humanity-hating alien races. The crazed beings, corrupted beyond reason, sought only destruction.

“Kill, kill, kill… Why should you survive when my world perished…”

“Drown with me in eternal darkness…”

“It hurts… make it stop…”

The other group bore blood-deep grudges, having slaughtered millions. Human True Lords, North Wilderness celestial masters, and aristocrats could never pardon such atrocities.

Even if forgiveness came, the alien races would distrust it – fearing humanity’s eventual retaliation once stronger.

This mutual suspicion locked both sides in endless conflict.

However, True Lord Tianwu opposed immediate warfare.

“Time favors us. Why act hastily?”

Fearing assassination attempts against Mu Lin, True Lord Tianwu and Thunderbolt True Lord persuaded him to return to the Xuanling world temporarily. Mu Lin agreed.

“Building overwhelming strength to crush enemies decisively – that’s my path.”

“Reckless battles are for fools!”

With this conviction, Mu Lin retreated inward.

But when everyone assumed the world’s interior offered safety, catastrophe struck.

Shortly after Mu Lin’s arrival in Southeast Province, six of West Wilderness’s nine dark forbidden areas erupted simultaneously.

“Hmm…”

These forbidden areas had brought calamities long before outer realm invaders came. Each riot claimed millions of lives, toppling dynasties and shifting power balances.

This outbreak proved particularly catastrophic.

“Boom!”

Instantly, West Wilderness’s sky blackened. Thick black fog of forbidden energy smothered the region, deathly decay radiating outward across the world.

The main assault surged toward Southeast Province.

“Wail…”

Human troops stationed at the desert’s edge detected the disturbance immediately. Beacon fires and urgent warnings flashed to powerful clans and royal houses.

Receiving these alerts, nobles and royals tensed anxiously.

“Damnation! Why now of all times?!”

"Everything was clearly improving. Given a century, we could have reversed this situation…"

"Do those bastards not realize that fighting us now only weakens humanity’s potential? If they shatter the world, they’ll suffer too!"

Upon hearing of the forbidden areas riot, some feared the Dark Forbidden Zones, some lamented the lack of time, while others cursed the zones’ shortsightedness.

Meanwhile, shrewd strategists from the powerful clans shook their heads. "They’re attacking precisely because we’d overturn everything in a century. The Dark Forbidden Zones aren’t fools to let us grow unchecked."

A clan strategist declared firmly: "If I’m right, this dark chaos targets His Excellency Mu Lin himself."

…

The clans’ strategists guessed correctly.

All six Dark Forbidden Zones indeed focused on Mu Lin. To minimize resistance, Wanku Mountain’s instigators proposed sparing bystanders to avoid provoking other human forces.

Predictably, other zones ignored this. They began slaughtering immediately upon emerging.

This enraged Wanku Mountain’s commander—not their Master, for even True Lords like Mu Lin delegated mundane affairs to subordinates. The current commander was the Master’s son, who berated other zones’ leaders:

"Fools! Our only target is Mu Lin! Stop making unnecessary enemies!"

Most leaders disregarded him. The Tomb of Emperors’ heir sneered:

"Watch your tongue, Wan Qing. We’re allies, not subordinates. Insult us again, and we’ll crush Wanku Mountain first."

Another scoffed: "No killing? How else do we recover our losses?"

Wan Qing countered: "Mu Lin’s the God of Life. Devouring his essence will sustain us for ages."

Other leaders laughed mockingly. "Not enough! We need more life energy. Besides, what can the clans do? The alien deities agreed to attack simultaneously. Victory is assured."

"Exactly. Humanity can’t fight two fronts—they’ll watch helplessly as we slaughter."

"Fear will keep these cattle in line. Necessary killings reduce future resistance…"

Confident in their advantage, the Sons of the Forbidden Zones trusted their alien deity allies. This alliance wasn’t baseless—the deities had urgently sought their cooperation.

A deity emissary had warned: "Mu Lin’s Golden Fruit elevates all humanity. Within a century, their countless powerful beings will obliterate your zones. Only by killing him now can you survive."

The forbidden zone Masters knew this truth. Yet they’d retorted coldly: "You’d suffer too."

The emissary shrugged. "We can flee the cosmic starry sky. You’re trapped here."

After prolonged negotiation, both sides agreed: The zones would kill Mu Lin internally while deities distracted humanity’s True Lords.

"Those evil gods need Mu Lin dead more than we do," Wan Qing muttered. To ensure success, he urged focused action. But other Sons, overconfident, rampaged freely—sparking the ongoing dispute.

"Idiots! Harvest after killing Mu Lin!"

"Finish the main target first? Agreed."

"Same here."

"Warn the clans: interfere, and we exterminate them."

As they settled matters, one Son chuckled cruelly:

"Poor Mu Lin. Ascends to godhood only to be devoured amidst betrayal… Hahaha!"