Chapter 244
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Chapter 244: The Silent Realm of Divinity
Using Tie Xun as sacrifices, the Lady of Pleasures and the Follower of Black Mountain succeeded in obtaining power from beyond this world.
With this power, one of them temporarily broke the world’s seal, reigniting the radiance of Eternal Immortal Divinity.
“Boom!”
The release of divinity unleashed a sacred, immense aura bursting from the Follower of Black Mountain.
Under this aura’s influence, the Follower of Black Mountain grew darker and more formidable.
At that moment, he became a divine being.
After completing his transformation, the Follower of Black Mountain first glared at the Lady of Pleasures. Whether due to their contract, lingering fear, or orders from those in power, he didn’t attack. Instead, he snorted coldly and turned toward the depths of the domain of Heaven’s Funeral.
All traces of anxiety had vanished from his face, replaced by a deranged sneer and endless brutality.
“Insects! You dare slander us, the Servants of the gods? Your death won’t come swiftly!”
The Follower of Black Mountain roared threats, desperate to purge his earlier dread of Mu Lin.
Though Mu Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression stayed calm as he responded flatly, “Oh.”
This bland reaction infuriated the Follower of Black Mountain, thickening the violent energy around him.
“Still defiant? Do you think I can’t reach you, human? You gravely underestimate divine servants!”
“I’ll make you suffer for challenging us!”
“Boom!”
The divinity-enhanced Follower of Black Mountain kicked off the ground, hurtling toward Mu Lin like a cannonball.
“Crash!”
The reckless assault immediately disturbed the domain of Heaven’s Funeral. Countless strange evil spirits locked their attention on the Follower of Black Mountain.
Actions followed instantly.
“Wooooo…”
A wailing phantom drifted toward the Follower of Black Mountain.
Mysterious footprints materialized on the ground, creeping in his direction.
Nearby houses rattled violently, unleashing unnatural gravitational pulls.
“Cough… cough…” Violent hacking echoed through the domain.
Mu Lin’s heart clenched witnessing these eerie assaults.
The coughing affected him most—though distant, the sound instantly made his body feel feverish and weak, as if plagued by prolonged sickness.
“Cough… cough…”
Mu Lin involuntarily coughed twice, his discomfort worsening with each rasp.
The hacking attacked more than his lungs—his muscles, organs, lifespan, even his soul and magic began decaying.
Panic surged until Mu Lin summoned his Substitute Paper Figure, expelling every trace of cursed energy from his body.
However, even so, Mu Lin was endlessly wary of this strange illness.
"The power of this anomaly isn’t weaker than the weeping specter or sky-blanketing paper money—maybe stronger. It even resembles celestial decay."
Though far away, Mu Lin still felt the coughing anomaly’s influence. The Follower of Black Mountain, being its primary target, suffered worse effects.
Mu Lin clearly saw the charging figure stiffen completely after taking barely a dozen steps.
Soul, sound, sickness, endless suction… Against this chaotic assault, even a divine creature couldn’t fully resist.
Still, having been sent as a spy by evil gods, it possessed some skills.
Detecting danger, he roared and unleashed his domain.
"Silent Domain!"
At first glance, this domain seemed only to mute sound, creating vacuum-like stillness.
But it went deeper.
Silent Domain served as magic suppression’s weaker cousin—like a game’s silence spell, nullifying magical energies and unusual abilities.
When fused with divinity, something terrifying occurred. The Follower of Black Mountain briefly gained true magic-suppressing might.
Within the Divinity of Silence, the weeping specter’s sorrow-inducing cries weakened to ordinary girl’s sobs—still tear-jerking, but not lethal.
Other abilities faltered similarly.
Coughing no longer scorched internal organs or spawned countless ailments.
Eerie footsteps couldn’t approach him. House-dwelling suction forces failed to affect him.
Even Mu Lin’s Yin Officials and Yin Soldiers left in the domain of Heaven’s Funeral collapsed like paper figures upon touching his Silent Domain.
This terrifying display revealed the Servants of the gods’ power… and ignited Mu Lin’s greed.
"This power belongs with me!"
This wasn’t casual greed. Mu Lin genuinely felt Silent Domain complemented him.
His Root Word ‘Fix’ stemmed from yin and yang’s duality—specifically the Stillness in Movement and Stillness.
Stillness and silence were natural partners. Acquiring this divinity might let his Fix not only immobilize spirits and limbs, but instantly seal abilities, magic, even cultivation realms.
With greater strength, he might even create magic-suppressing domains like the Follower.
"I must claim this divinity!"
Instead of attacking the Follower amidst strange evil spirits, Mu Lin summoned Zhong Kui.
His greatest combat power opened its maw and swallowed the Tree of Corpses—Mu Lin aimed to extract its withered divinity first.
As Zhong Kui consumed the tree, the divinity-activated Follower neared Mu Lin. His Oppressive Aura and cruel laughter pressed down like mountainous waves from afar.
—He hadn’t eradicated all anomalies in Heaven’s Funeral.
The Divinity of Silence was potent, but the Follower’s limited power couldn’t nullify all forces. As attacks intensified, his magic drained faster.
Alone, he couldn’t purge the domain.
Yet escaping the anomalies’ grasp to reach Mu Lin remained within his capabilities.
At this moment, upon seeing Mu Lin, the expression on his face twisted into something even more hideous and brutal.
“See that, bastard? This is the power of us divine servants. Your petty tricks can’t stop me!”
After shouting, he charged toward Mu Lin again.
What Mu Lin did next made the smile on his face grow even wider.
When the attacker approached, Mu Lin did not meet him head-on. Instead, he pulled out a folded paper carriage and blew on it lightly.
“Hiss!”
A breath of the vitality of the living brought the carriage to life. Mu Lin boarded it and… fled.
Yes, he ran.
“Run! Hahaha… You’re scared! I knew you weren’t unbeatable! Think you can escape? Hahaha…”
The Follower of Black Mountain roared with laughter, convinced he’d seen Mu Lin panic and flee. But soon, his laughter died.
Watching Mu Lin’s Yin Spirit Cart race away at shocking speed, dread crept into his heart.
‘Wait… can he actually get away…?’
“Idiot! Quit gawking! Chase him!”
While the Follower of Black Mountain froze, the Lady of Pleasures stayed sharp. Her shout jolted him into action, and he gave frantic chase.
To his horror, the distance between him and Mu Lin kept growing.
Not because he was slow – Mu Lin was simply too fast.
The Yin Spirit Cart’s projection was a high-grade magic item blessed with supernatural Speed. Moreover, Mu Lin had shapeshifted a clone into an Ink Dragon to drive it.
The dragon coachman didn’t just steer – it cast cloud-riding spells, making wind and mist boost the cart’s velocity. Combined, these measures made Mu Lin shoot through the air like a cannonball.
This alone troubled the Follower of Black Mountain. What came next broke him.
The Ink Dragon’s summoned clouds didn’t just enable flight – they also blurred vision and mystical senses. When the Follower of Black Mountain finally burst through the black fog, he faced four identical Yin Spirit Carts speeding in four directions.
The Follower of Black Mountain’s mindset shattered completely.
“Bastard! Half-breed!”
“Fight me properly!”
“What hero runs away?!”
“Come back! COME BACK!”
Like a jilted lover, his earlier arrogance twisted into desperate pleas. Meanwhile, panic gripped him – for good reason.
He remained in the human world, where heavenly laws constantly suppressed him. Though he’d sacrificed Crazy Hunt’s servant Tie Xun to temporarily unleash his divinity, this was fleeting. Once the sacrificial power faded, the world’s suppression would return. If Mu Lin struck then, he’d be finished.
Worse – Mu Lin could kill him from afar with curses alone.
“Come back! I’m begging you – fight me!”
