Chapter 160
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Chapter 160: Communicating with Spirits Ancestral Souls!
"Compared to physical defense, protecting the soul is indeed harder… But my greatest strength lies in my spiritual soul!"
Different cultivation methods meant Mu Lin’s Three Treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit were out of sync. His magical cultivation had reached the late stage of Spring Fountain, while his physical strength lingered at the mid-level of Spring Fountain. Though neither was weak, his limited innate talent kept him from matching true prodigies.
Yet his soul told a different story. A broad perspective and sound worldview granted Mu Lin a naturally stronger spiritual foundation. As his cultivation methods advanced, this gap widened further. Combined, these factors pushed his soul cultivation into the Spirit Sea Realm – rivaling Blood Cherry’s dominance in magical cultivation, despite her ability to grow stronger through slaughter.
"So I’ve got cheats too… That explains it."
Mu Lin’s exceptional soul allowed the Radiance of Thunder Pool’s divine thunder to affect him, shaking his Mind Image world and erasing his visualized constructs. But there were limits – the sheer vastness of his mental realm required thirty to fifty thunder strikes to fully collapse it. This calculation didn’t include his city god’s manifestation, the core of his consciousness recognized as a legitimate deity by humanity. The manifestation alone could endure twenty to thirty thunderbolts.
Together, this meant Mu Lin could withstand prolonged exposure to the thunder pool even without counterattacking. Yet he chose not to remain passive. Sensing intensified thunder energy deeper within, he closed his eyes briefly before pressing forward.
Three meters later, he halted abruptly. While his soul endured, his physical body began failing.
A rustling sound followed as a Substitute Paper Figure burned away, restoring Mu Lin completely. With renewed composure, he continued toward the thunder pool’s center.
The Yuhu Academy students watching erupted in disbelief.
"Another one?!"
"Full recovery mid-battle? That’s practically an extra life!"
"He’s spamming ultimate moves! This has to be cheating!"
Their shock was understandable. A master-level Substitute Paper Figure technique exceeded normal standards – such mastery typically required decades of dedicated practice, or at least seven years for prodigies. Mu Lin achieving this in months, then enhancing it through otherworldly insights, felt utterly unfair.
But their astonishment proved premature. The second assessment’s complete recovery wasn’t his limit.
Mu Lin walked through the Radiance of Thunder Pool, swiftly unleashing his third, fourth, and fifth paper figures. The repeated sight of his wounds healing completely left Yuhu Academy students utterly dumbfounded. Most marked Mu Lin as someone not to be trifled with.
They weren’t fools. They understood exactly what Mu Lin’s full recovery (Injury Transfer) meant in combat – multiple extra lives.
"That guy’s practically unkillable."
"Five times now. Counting his main body, that’s six lives. To beat him, you’d need an instant kill or have to slaughter him six times over!"
"Nah, even smashing his skull or heart in one strike probably wouldn’t finish him…"
"Absolute monster…"
The master-level Substitute Paper Figures’ Injury Transfer left the academy students paralyzed with shock. Among them, Lin Qi stood frozen in panic.
Just minutes earlier, he’d been celebrating his victory over Flower Xingyu and securing Leadership against Mu Lin’s team. Back then, he’d thought crushing Mu Lin would be effortless – free glory for the taking. He’d even cheered mockingly for his opponent. Now he wanted to punch his past self.
Mu Lin’s strange abilities had shattered Lin Qi’s confidence. The relentless advance of those paper figures was pushing dangerously close to his Captain’s limit zone, sweat soaking Lin Qi’s collar as he watched.
"No wonder he boasted about reaching the top three. The bastard’s actually got skills."
When Mu Lin finally halted at 48 meters – just shy of the 49-meter limit even with five paper figures – Lin Qi exhaled shakily. His fists clenched as forced confidence returned.
"Good. Still weaker than the Captain. Those noble ladies on his team might have status, but they’re weaklings. In team combat, we’ll crush them!"
Meanwhile, Mu Lin stood trembling at his limit… and chose to step forward.
"48 meters is my current peak," he muttered, lightning crackling around him. "But I’ve got more forms – Communicating with Spirits · Ancestral Souls and Beyond Limits · Divine Descent!"
With a thought, he activated his unused ability. The Spiritual Roots · Lord Altar in his dantian hummed to life, ancient power of time swirling across its surface. A drop of vital blood appeared – his own, fused with Refined dragon blood.
"Blood sacrifice…"
As he chanted, torrents of temporal energy flooded the altar. His living mana and fragmented advancement energies merged with the offering. Through the Communicating with Spirits connection, he touched the source – an evil dragon slaughtered by human experts decades past during its flood rampage.
"ROAR!"
The moment their gazes met across time, Mu Lin wrenched a fragment of the draconic soul through the centuries.
BOOM!
The evil dragon’s spirit manifestation silenced the thunder itself. A colossal serpentine shadow coiled around Mu Lin before plunging into his chest. His power exploded upward – Spring Fountain mid-stage… peak… Spirit Pool… mid-Spirit Pool… hurtling toward late Spirit Pool…
