Chapter 233
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Chapter 233: The Despicable Outsider
Assistant couldn’t believe Mu Lin had grasped territorial power. The Servants of the gods shared this disbelief—even they had only attained such might through the Lord of Desolation’s blessings.
The shockwave extended beyond Assistant and the divine servants. Spectators outside the battlefield erupted into murmurs at Mu Lin’s declaration.
"Did I hear right? Mu Lin claims dominion over a territory?"
"But that requires combining Essence and Evil!"
"Impossible! He’s merely at Spirit Pool stage. Even with burst strength rivaling Spirit Sea, territories remain leagues beyond…"
Immortal cultivation obeyed fundamental principles. By all logic, Mu Lin shouldn’t touch such power.
Yet logic faltered before this anomaly.
"Heavenly Wall Palace, unfold!"
"City of Heaven’s Funeral, manifest!"
The Sky Wall Palace Formation roared to life as Mu Lin and his Yin soldiers and ghost officials conjured a spectral cityscape. The structure carried the weathered aura of countless battles, its mere presence exuding an air of indomitable resilience—yet still infinitely distant from true territorial dominion.
Everything changed when Mu Lin’s consciousness brushed against a silent, alien dimension—a forbidden place humming with latent danger.
The connection snapped into place.
Otherworldly energies flooded through the breach, violently invading Mu Lin’s veins. This high-rank corruption seeped into his Yin soldiers and ghost officials through their shared bonds.
The transformation proved immediate. Temporal decay etched lines of antiquity across Mu Lin’s skin. Unidentifiable bloodstains bloomed on his troops’ armor as their forms warped toward the grotesque.
This marked merely the prologue.
As the City of Heaven’s Funeral’s forbidden power kept flowing, reality itself frayed around Mu Lin. Funeral paper swirled in non-existent winds. Mournful weeping seeped from empty air. Most alarmingly, the phantom city began solidifying—but not as intended.
Hollow buildings echoed with phantom door poundings. Flickering humanoid shapes materialized in vacant streets. Though translucent now, these interlopers gained substance with each passing breath—harbingers of approaching calamity.
The strange forbidden power of the City of Heaven’s Funeral remained beyond Mu Lin’s control, corroding everything around without discrimination.
When this forbidden power descended, Mu Lin also suffered greatly.
Yet while he merely endured discomfort, the so-called Servants of the gods faced sheer terror.
Though territorial power held immense might, two tigers could rarely share one mountain unless under special circumstances.
The forbidden energy from the City of Heaven’s Funeral violently clashed with the Servants of the gods’ Withering Territory the moment it appeared.
"Woo…"
The drifting funeral paper and eerie weeping not only assaulted Mu Lin, but also shattered the Servants of the gods’ domain.
Without awaiting orders, the sinister forbidden forces automatically began corrupting both the deadwood forest and the ninety-meter tall Tree of Corpses.
"No! Stop, you bastard!"
The forbidden power’s corrosion inexplicably stained the Servants of the gods with filthy bloodstains and wounds. The mournful weeping seeped into its spirit, filling it with despair and suicidal urges.
What truly horrified it was how this sudden corruption completely bypassed all defensive measures.
"Bastard! I said stop!"
The panicked Servants of the gods roared at Mu Lin while launching counterattacks:
"Hungry… so hungry…"
"Hehe… hehehe…"
"Do I look human…?"
Its first assault involved releasing restraints on the demonic creatures dangling from the Tree of Corpses, triggering their revival. For reasons unknown, all awakened monsters swarmed toward Mu Lin.
"Bzzzt…"
Over a hundred twisted creatures caused immediate chaos. Gray mist materialized to engulf the Yin soldiers and ghost officials. Cyan-black handprints clamped around spectral necks. Some ghost officials froze mid-action as if possessed.
Simultaneously, the Tree of Corpses channeled its magic:
"Wither!"
"Twisting Vines!"
Tidal waves of vines surged toward Mu Lin while withering forces steadily drained the vitality of the living from both him and his spectral forces.
Though arrogant, the Servants of the gods possessed formidable power. An ordinary cultivator would’ve perished instantly under the suppressive Withering Territory alone. Its current assault could match an entire army.
But misfortune struck when facing Mu Lin. While devastating, these attacks met their perfect counter – the Sky Wall Palace Formation’s greatest strength being absolute defense.
Under Mu Lin’s full defense, all attacks from the Tree of Corpses were blocked.
True, a prolonged defense would eventually fail. Had the Tree of Corpses kept attacking freely, Mu Lin would’ve been overwhelmed.
But it never got the chance.
"Wooooo…"
As Mu Lin channeled more of the City of Heaven’s Funeral’s strange forbidden power, its grip on reality tightened. Since it corrupted everything equally, even the Servants of the gods’ attacks got contaminated before reaching Mu Lin.
From the Sky Wall Palace Formation’s core, Mu Lin saw evil ghosts freed by the Tree of Corpses stop mid-attack or wander randomly. Some even turned to assault their own master. The tree’s writhing vines became tainted with filthy blood, twisting into cursed shapes.
Mu Lin sat unmoving while the City’s strange power neutralized every assault. The Tree of Corpses’ plight worsened by the second.
The weeping now echoed right beside it. Paper money blanketed its branches, some forming funeral sticks. Unseen horrors hung from its boughs. These changes made the tree more dangerous yet more cursed.
But the tree took no pride in this transformation. Its growing corruption came at a price – its sanity was slipping away.
"Bastard!" The tree trembled in genuine fear. Its only consolation was Mu Lin’s own deteriorating state.
Prolonged channeling of Heaven’s Funeral power was breaking Mu Lin’s control. Half his City’s residents now appeared spontaneously. Doors burst open, though no visible monsters emerged – which felt more ominous. Half his Yin soldiers and ghost officials had transformed into wandering evil ghosts. A cold, cursed force claimed over half his body.
Seeing this, the tree tried bargaining: "Stop this, human! We’ll both die otherwise!"
When Mu Lin ignored him, the tree pressed: "I swear I won’t attack if you stop! Don’t fear betrayal – divine servants keep their word!"
"Human! I vow to the Great Lord of Stillness! Stop now!"
The tree offered every assurance, but Mu Lin remained stone-faced. As corruption ate at its fading consciousness, the tree resorted to insults then desperate flattery:
"Stop! You madman! Don’t you value your life?"
"Genius like you shouldn’t perish here! I’m gutter trash unworthy of your sacrifice!"
Mu Lin chuckled darkly at the tree’s groveling.
"Good suggestions," he said lightly. "But consider this – what if I’m just a special clone here? My death would mean nothing."
Silence.
When understanding came, the tree’s roar shook the battlefield:
"TREACHEROUS BASTARD! MAY YOU DIE SCREAMING!!!"
