Chapter 243
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Chapter 243: Grave Lord Inheritance
Mu Lin was too powerful.
This remark struck a chord with many.
"True enough, his strength progressed too rapidly!"
"The Yan family got lucky finding such a prodigy during their weak period."
"The Chu family had decent fortune too, but wasted their chance with this talent…"
As the secret realm’s situation clarified, people relaxed and shifted to casual chatter.
Some marveled at Mu Lin’s might while others secretly vowed:
‘I’ll master the Clone Cultivation Method no matter what – its cultivation boost is tremendous.’
While some pondered, the mastermind behind this scheme – who’d orchestrated Mu Lin’s group entering the realm – also faced unexpected developments.
"How… how did this happen?"
The leader appeared dazed. Subordinates below him wore peculiar expressions.
Feeling their dwindling respect, the shadowy figure snapped back to attention.
He immediately understood their skepticism.
Since foreseeing the future, he’d recruited followers while preaching about evil gods’ terrifying power, making their eradication humanity’s top priority at any cost.
His teachings had framed evil gods as world-ending threats.
This belief drove their alliance with foreign tribes to send students into the evil gods’ domain – not expecting them to destroy the minions of evil gods, but to demonstrate the cultists’ cruelty.
They wanted powerful clans to witness how cultists viewed humans as cattle – slaughtering even those of "noble blood" without mercy.
Such humiliation would make clans reject alliances with evil gods.
The plan required sacrificing promising youths to show cooperation meant annihilation, while resistance offered hope.
Yet instead of humans being slaughtered, they witnessed Mu Lin butchering and devouring divine servants like livestock.
This bizarre reversal made subordinates question their previous convictions, finding them almost laughable.
The shadowy leader urgently warned:
"Don’t underestimate them.
These divine servants are mere scouts – replaceable as weeds. Their true power remains suppressed by our world’s restrictions.
When the evil gods themselves arrive and these constraints weaken, real disaster begins.
Remember – the evil gods aren’t our only foes…"
Recalling his apocalyptic visions, the figure closed his eyes until composure returned.
His remaining authority worked – subordinates regained focus and asked for new orders.
"Leader, our plan had failed…"
"No, we’ve succeeded. Making the evil god cultists kill those clan heirs would push the powerful clans to pick sides – that’s one approach."
"But slaughtering those cultists in turn is another path, and likely a better one."
The mysterious shadow let out a self-mocking chuckle as it continued:
"Any powerful clan might be cruel, arrogant, or greedy. But their leaders aren’t fools. They’d never support the weak – only scheme to tear them apart and feast on the remains."
"If the cultists can’t prove their strength, the clans won’t bother testing alliances. They’ll launch full-scale extermination instead."
"Now we must consider how to mend relations with Mu Lin."
Though convinced of his noble cause for humanity’s sake, the shadow knew the betrayed Mu Lin wouldn’t share this perspective.
Had Mu Lin been weak, it wouldn’t matter.
‘My conscience stays clear. Sacrificing few to save many is righteous.’
But Mu Lin’s displayed power forced the shadow to take precautions. An enemy this strong could cause endless trouble.
After much deliberation, an idea surfaced.
"The Grave Lord’s secret realm opens soon. That former unifier of Yin Eight Sect mastered multiple dark arts to forge his own path. As City of Heaven’s Funeral’s past lord, he left those floating funeral papers in the sky… Let’s inform Mu Lin about the awakening time and location for the inheritance."
"Better give what we can’t control to Mu Lin. Wise decision, leader."
…
While the mastermind plotted reconciliation, inside the secret realm, the Servants of the gods kept testing defenses.
Forced by divine command, reluctant cultists entered the domain of Heaven’s Funeral despite their terror.
All perished predictably.
The divine servants cared little about losses, but frustration grew – countless dead subordinates yielded neither information nor safe paths.
Not even a glimpse of Mu Lin.
From their vantage point, the servants watched cultists endure relentless attacks upon entering the city.
Resistance proved futile against the domain’s horrors:
Youths collapsing into sudden, eternal sleep.
Men weeping uncontrollably before becoming new ghost slaves.
Figures lured into vacant houses that sealed shut behind them.
Victims vanishing mid-step…
These layered horrors made the divine servants’ scalps crawl.
"What cursed place is this?!"
They’d never enter willingly. But Mu Lin’s looming curse – that Damocles’ sword overhead – left no choice.
“Damn it!”
Amidst frustration and anger, they slaughtered several fleeing cultists and sent more to their deaths, gaining nothing. Tie Xun, Shu Rong, and the Follower of Black Mountain knew they couldn’t delay any longer.
The urgency grew when another coffin nail thudded into their bodies. As Servants of the gods, they felt time slipping away.
“We must act now! Any longer and we’ll die from the curses!”
“Agreed. No holding back—use every trump card. No scheming against each other.”
“Agreed.”
Gritting their teeth, the three stepped into the domain of Heaven’s Funeral.
Immediately, their faces twisted.
Corruption, pollution, and eerie sobs flooded their flesh and souls. Bloodstains bloomed on their skin while grief clawed at their minds.
Mutations began swiftly.
Normally, their strength should’ve let them endure longer.
But they’d come too late.
The forbidden power here had thickened since Mu Lin fought the Tree of Corpses.
That alone spelled trouble.
Worse, Mu Lin had pinned their Corpse Dogs, Hidden Arrows, and Thief Swallowers—three vital spiritual anchors. Their soul’s defense and bodily immunity lay shattered.
Cursed and trapped in this tainted domain, corruption was inevitable.
“Waaah…”
“Enough! Kill that human or we perish! Charge!”
Already half-mad, Tie Xun broke completely under the domain’s influence.
Yet Mu Lin, watching from the depths, gaped as Tie Xun ignored him to glare at his own ‘teammates.’
Such loyalty almost moved Mu Lin to tears.
Shu Rong and the Black Mountain Follower felt differently.
“Brother Tie Xun, this is the enemy’s trap! We must—”
*Swish!*
Tie Xun summoned a saw-toothed blade and swung at Shu Rong mid-sentence.
She flickered aside, appearing beside him. Unfazed, he snarled:
“Charge or die together!”
Shu Rong sighed. “Mu Lin cursed you, not me! Hunt him!”
“Reason with a minion of evil gods?” Tie Xun barked madly. His madness laid bare his true nature—harming others without gain.
Watching this, Mu Lin muttered, “They’re infighting? Am I winning by doing nothing?”
Then came the twist.
While Tie Xun focused on Shu Rong, the Black Mountain Follower appeared behind him. A plain black dagger pierced Tie Xun’s back.
*Thunk!*
Tie Xun froze. Their positions revealed this betrayal wasn’t spur-of-moment—it was planned.
“So Tie Xun’s madness sensed danger. I underestimated them.”
Mu Lin’s sixth sense flared. This wasn’t just about killing a madman.
At the domain’s edge, the conspirators chanted over Tie Xun’s body:
“Great Master…unseal…divinity…”
*BOOM!*
