Chapter 232
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Chapter 232: Mu Lin: Domains Are Powerful? How Convenient—I Have One Too!
"What were you doing?"
The friendly fire from his own teammate nearly drove the Assistant to madness.
As he fumed, a collective "swish" sounded—every cultist previously attacking skeletons and Deadwood suddenly rotated their heads to stare fixedly at him.
This eerie sight dissolved the Assistant’s anger, flooding him with primal terror instead.
He sensed impending doom.
And rightly so.
"Die!"
"Humans—all of you shall become fertilizer!"
"Strike with full force…"
Amid these shouts, the cultists viciously turned on their leader, attacking without restraint.
"Boom!"
Under the barrage of curses and assaults, the Assistant scampered like a panicked rat.
"Madmen! You’ve all lost your minds!"
He bellowed in fear-fueled rage, failing to notice the crimson glow in his attackers’ eyes during his retreat.
A closer look would’ve revealed the red light coalescing into an alluring scarlet blossom—undoubtedly Manjusaka.
Having located his enemies, Mu Lin hadn’t remained idle. While his Yin soldiers and ghost officials hacked at Deadwood, Mu Lin himself folded paper figures to curse the exposed cultists.
This time, he abandoned Nail the Seven Spirits, instead planting Other Shore Flowers within his enemies’ minds. The power disparity proved absolute—Mu Lin effortlessly cursed most cultists.
Their assault on the Assistant stemmed from Manjusaka’s illusionary ability warping their five senses.
"Now drown in eternal damnation… and perish!"
"Boom!"
At Mu Lin’s mental command, the cursed cultists launched suicidal charges against the Assistant, Deadwood, and skeletons.
…
The cultist rebellion mattered little to Mu Lin, did not claim his attention. His focus stayed fixed on the main battlefield where Deadwood-controlled corpses clashed with Yin soldiers and ghost officials.
The skeletal forces shattered upon contact—not from weakness, but because Mu Lin’s power overwhelmed all.
For days, Mu Lin had been tirelessly enhancing his Yin soldiers and ghost officials.
Many clones within the Time Tower focused on cultivation, while others devoted themselves to inscribing Vajra Strength talisman formations, Speed talisman formations, and Giant Spirit talisman formations onto paper figures.
With ample resources at his disposal, Mu Lin had also upgraded the composition of his paper army.
Most paper figures serving as vessels for his Yin soldiers and ghost officials were now crafted from year-end noble paper.
Each sheet could support three distinct talisman formations.
Combined with Mu Lin’s master-level artistry, these formations achieved ninefold power amplification through layered stacking.
The results were paper figures possessing monstrous strength (Vajra Strength), impervious defenses, and lightning-fast mobility (Speed). When facing formidable foes, they could instantly transform into hulking giants to crush opponents (Giant Spirit talisman).
These overwhelming capabilities transformed Mu Lin’s once-eerie paper army into a legion resembling celestial warriors.
They plowed through the endless tide of skeletal enemies like a thunderstorm.
After obliterating the immediate threats, some Giant Spirit-enhanced paper giants turned their axes toward the deadwood forest.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Each swing cleared swathes of twisted timber, methodically purging the corrupted woodland.
The Assistant’s guts twisted with bitter regret as he watched.
Just as despair threatened to consume him, a bone-chilling HUM vibrated from the forest’s heart.
The Assistant’s momentary hope curdled into fresh terror.
"The Servants of the gods awakened prematurely!" he gasped. "The rituals remain incomplete… The lord of Servants will flay me alive for this failure!"
His panicked eyes locked onto Mu Lin. "This is your doing! Even if I perish, you’ll face worse! The Servants’ wrath will-!"
His threats died as reality struck. "No… You’re already dead. None withstand the Servants’ judgment."
The awakening entity proved his words true. Another HUM shook the land.
Previously disjointed Deadwood now moved as one consciousness. Individual twisted trees fused into a unified entity – where single trunks had faltered, the collective forest became unstoppable.
RUSTLE-CRACK!
The synchronized Deadwood’s branches lashed against Mu Lin’s Heavenly Wall Palace with multiplied force. Only the interlinked talisman formations binding his paper army prevented every soldier from being snatched into the thrashing canopy.
"Formidable," Mu Lin acknowledged through gritted teeth. Before he could strategize, the deadwood forest unleashed its next assault.
As the trees moved, Mu Lin first felt the sky darken. When light returned, he found himself at the heart of the deadwood forest. There stood a ninety-meter Deadwood like a mountain between heaven and earth.
The central Deadwood wasn’t just enormous – countless corpses hung from its branches, including some twisted by strange corruption. "Even the corrupted can be restrained?"
While Mu Lin studied this Tree of Corpses, the giant tree watched him back. The Tree of Corpses had initially been furious about waking prematurely, but noticing Mu Lin’s power and potential sparked new ambitions.
"Mortal! You dare insult the Great Lord of Stillness? Your punishment shall be sky burial – crows devouring your flesh daily! Your soul will rot on these branches, never reborn!"
"But I’m merciful. Serve me as my slave and…"
CRACK!
Lightning struck the treetop before it finished speaking. Mu Lin’s sneering voice cut through the air: "You want my submission? Filthy mongrel – you’re not fit to be my dog!"
"?!!"
Both the Tree of Corpses and the Assistant froze. The Assistant had worried Mu Lin might surrender, denying him vengeance. The tree had expected refusal from human loyalty. Neither anticipated such utter contempt.
Pure disdain. They were gutter rats, trash-bin ants beneath his notice. This raw scorn left the self-proclaimed divine being speechless. When shock faded, only volcanic fury remained.
"MONGREL!" The tree’s roar shook the forest. "DIE!"
BOOM!
No longer holding back, the enraged tree unleashed its power. A sickly ripple spread from it, connecting with surrounding Deadwoods. Everything touched by this wave began withering.
No plants grew here, so Mu Lin didn’t see forests die. But earth itself sickened under the blight. Air grew thick, oxygen and spiritual energy turning sluggish.
Mu Lin and his Yin soldiers and ghost officials endured – being inhuman helped. But Lin Qi and Fox Demon Bai Zhi suffered. Their vitality drained, magic fading.
Watching the spreading decay, Bai Zhi forced a smile. "A domain… Sir, your taunt worked too well."
"Taunt?" Mu Lin didn’t look back. "I meant every word."
After speaking, Mu Lin ignored Bai Zhi and turned his gaze around him.
He realized that aside from causing everything to wither, the Tree of Corpses’ Withering Territory also suppressed and absorbed all foreign energies.
Affected by this domain, the movements of his Yin soldiers and ghost officials were gradually stiffening.
—While the royal lord’s Sui Mu paper contained traces of temporal power and resisted the Withering Territory, the vitality of the living inside the paper figures was being suppressed into dormancy.
Moreover, the Withering Territory actively drained this living vitality from the Yin soldiers and ghost officials.
Deprived of their energy source, Mu Lin’s paper figures moved with extreme difficulty.
‘Not bad. Suppression, absorption, withering… No wonder it can restrain even those mutated by corruption.’
‘With this domain and all the Deadwood, one could theoretically subdue countless evil spirits.’
As Mu Lin surveyed the area with interest, the Tree of Corpses’ haughty voice boomed again through its expanded domain.
"Behold my true might! Remember well, mortal – you’re the insignificant insect here!"
The tree’s attempt to reclaim dignity only amused Mu Lin.
"Feeling proud? Think this makes you special?"
"Of course! Foolish human, you face a divine domain – an Oppressive Aura controlling all within! Everything here answers to the Servants of the gods!"
"Can’t you feel it? The very world rejects you. The spiritual energy denies your grasp. Your end has come!"
This came from the cultists’ Assistant, desperately praising the tree’s power to atone for earlier failures. He thirsted to see Mu Lin’s fear, hating him for both the ruined mission and personal humiliation.
Yet Mu Lin remained utterly calm despite the domain’s oppressive might, his indifferent expression infuriating the Assistant.
"Bastard! This is a divine domain! Do you comprehend what that means?!"
Mu Lin nodded thoughtfully.
"Domains are indeed powerful."
Before the Assistant could react, Mu Lin’s demeanor shifted abruptly, his eyes turning fathomless.
"Did you truly believe yours was unique?"
"???"
The Assistant froze as an impossible suspicion arose.
"That confidence… Could he possess…?"
"Ridiculous! He hasn’t even reached Spirit Sea! No mortal could command such power!"
