Chapter 240
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Chapter 240: The Nation’s Great Affairs Lie in Rituals and Warfare!
Since Mu Lin summoned the domain of Heaven’s Funeral, its corruption and pollution never stopped. The realm kept expanding, thickening the strange forbidden power in the area.
Mu Lin’s true body never left this place.
If one could breach the heart of the domain, they’d find a giant tree draped in White Paper, hung with countless corpses. Beneath it, three identical eerie humans worshipped three paper figures.
—Mu Lin’s Substitute Paper Figures used the Paper Figure Curse to cast long-range curses on Tie Xun, the Lady of Pleasures Shu Rong, and Black Mountain’s followers.
“This place is dangerous, yet safest for me. To avoid being cursed to death, Tie Xun, Shu Rong, and that quiet Black Mountain follower must storm into the domain to destroy my Substitute Paper Figures.”
“But doing so means fighting the strange evil spirits here.”
Mu Lin’s plan was simple: let the evil god followers and the domain’s twisted forces claw at each other.
With Nail the Seven Spirits in play, he knew they’d come.
As for how Mu Lin entered and survived this deadly realm? Simple.
“Since cultivating Mind Image · City of Heaven’s Funeral, I’ve drawn its power daily, refining it with flames from the Heart Lamp of Will.”
“Though risky, this made me resistant to the power of Heaven’s Funeral.”
Earlier, his Substitute Paper Figures got corrupted when he actively summoned the domain’s power. Now, he cloaked them in Heaven’s Funeral’s own forbidden energy—real and sharing its origin.
Most entities here wouldn’t attack him. Yet unease lingered.
First, the domain corroded everything. Even with resistance, his Substitute Paper Figures—crafted from Year-End Noble Paper—would fully erode within a day.
Second, dangers lurked everywhere: drifting funeral paper, echoing weeping, wandering shadows and paper figures in the distant town. A single misstep meant destruction.
Mu Lin shrugged. “They’re just Substitute Paper Figures. I can make more if they’re destroyed, as long as it doesn’t happen too fast.”
The domain brimmed with perils, but shared power and disposable proxies kept Mu Lin relatively safe. Still, firsthand experience sparked a realization:
“Shared power lets paper folders blend in. Daily resistance builds immunity… I’m not the only one trying to control Heaven’s Funeral’s forbidden might.”
Mu Lin had been stealing the forbidden power of the City of Heaven’s Funeral, trying to transform it into the City of Fengdu. Yet now, he vaguely sensed others shared this ambition. He even speculated: “That City of Heaven’s Funeral might’ve been planted long ago by paper folder ancestors as a conduit in the land of Heaven’s Funeral.”
First, become city lord to claim part of the land’s power. Then expand the city into the region’s heart, gradually seizing control until becoming the Forbidden Zone’s Master. Mu Lin would’ve done exactly this. Of course, his version would’ve renamed the city Lidu City and turned the land into the Underworld.
Becoming the Forbidden Zone’s Master seemed distant, something that shouldn’t affect him. Yet reality proved otherwise. First, he realized his rivals included both the land’s evil spirits and human competitors. Worse still: “Our paper folder lineage spans ten thousand years. Countless brilliant ancestors tried this. Yet none succeeded – the Paper Folding Secret Manual doesn’t even mention city expansion…”
This realization weighed heavily. It meant the land’s dangers had swallowed every past aspirant. Mu Lin might share their grim fate. “Enough,” he muttered. “The road appears when the cart reaches the mountain. Besides, I’m stronger than those old failures.”
Shaking off doubts, he turned from the domain of Heaven’s Funeral. Those challenges could wait – he had pressing matters.
“Mu brother, the altar’s ready.” Yan Yunyu arrived breathless, anxiety lining her face. “Forgive me – with scarce materials, I could only build a village-grade altar.”
“Don’t apologize. My rushed demands caused this. Besides…” He gestured at the crude structure. “Altars just assist. True success depends on me.”
In this world of True Lords and cosmic laws, rituals followed strict hierarchies. Mu Lin knew five grades:
1) Imperial rites by the Great Spirit Dynasty’s ruler or Daoist grand ceremonies, addressing cosmic forces.
2) Royal rituals for named deities.
3) Provincial ceremonies for weather gods and celestial bodies.
4) County magistrates honoring local spirits like mountain gods.
5) Village rites for ancestors and minor deities.
Yan Yunyu’s makeshift altar represented the lowest tier. Yet Mu Lin planned to use it for humanity’s highest blessing – like peasants petitioning heaven itself.
“I’ll succeed,” he declared, mounting the altar. Closed eyes. Focused will.
Kings needed entire courts to summon heaven’s notice. Mu Lin had only desperation… and one secret edge.
“Anchor. Renewal.”
The air hummed.
