Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Divine Commands of Death

Mu Lin’s bold declaration and his previous unimaginable achievements cracked the black-robed old man’s heart of the Dao.

Now, the old man realized his desperate efforts might amount to nothing. His death wouldn’t harm Mu Lin—it’d be a meaningless end. The thought crushed his spirit.

Yet he quickly hardened his resolve.

“Enough empty boasts! The Devouring Serpent’s poisons are unstoppable. Not even you can resist them—no, you’ll certainly fall!”

Mu Lin chuckled at the old man’s desperate attempts to convince himself. “You’re right about one thing—the Devouring Serpent is dangerous. Though I could Refine it instantly, why stand under a crumbling wall? I’ll just kill you before your ritual finishes.”

The black-robed old man snorted. “Arrogant fool! No wonder my master wants you dead. Such insolence demands death!”

BOOM!

Before he finished speaking, an earth-shaking explosion erupted around him. The shockwave rippled for miles.

It wasn’t Mu Lin’s doing. An Earth Immortal had arrived—Lu Hao, Northern deputy commander. A mountainous hand materialized midair and slammed toward the old man.

CRASH!

Useless. The snake-like flying sword’s supreme rank and precharged mana created a near-infinite defensive domain. Every attack veered away harmlessly.

The Earth Immortal’s arrival still startled the old man. Continuing his ritual, he sneered, “Calling Earth Immortals as backup? Futile! The Devouring Serpent’s full power transcends their—”

“I don’t need their help to kill you.”

“Then try!”

Inside the serpent’s domain, both sides traded taunts—neither could act freely. The old man couldn’t distinguish Mu Lin’s clones from paper figures, so he focused entirely on hastening his curse.

Mu Lin, facing a quasi-Earth Immortal’s life-or-death assault, dared not reveal his true body. Even his clone’s faint spiritual energy risked detection.

But he wasn’t idle.

His earlier claim wasn’t empty. While the old man rushed to complete the curse, Mu Lin waited for his own spell to recharge.

Now—it was ready.

“Never heard anyone beg for death before. Let me oblige…”

“Mu Lin, stay hidden!”

“If you can resist the serpent, don’t engage! Let us handle this!”

"You weren’t his match. He was now a true quasi-Earth Immortal. With that spiritual weapon and suicidal fighting style, even full Earth Immortals would get wounded if careless!"

The instant Yan Yunyu, Si Ye, and Meng Rui noticed Mu Lin preparing to strike, panic gripped them.

They believed holding back the Devouring Serpent through delay would benefit Mu Lin more. By conventional logic, their reasoning held—normal cultivators at the peak of high-level resources stood little chance against Transformation limit experts. The gap spanned an entire major realm. Even Mu Lin had slim odds in direct confrontation.

Yet Mu Lin had another plan. He trusted this method wouldn’t cost him dearly, choosing self-reliance over others’ warnings.

…

*Boom!*

Once decided, Mu Lin summoned Yama’s manifestation behind him—a towering figure radiating immense power. But such grandeur couldn’t escape the black-robed old man’s notice.

Cruel excitement flashed in the old man’s eyes. "Found you!"

With a hiss, his snake-like flying sword propelled him like a phantom toward the emerging Yama Hall. The grand structure revealed its edge, flanked by civil judge Cui Yu and martial judge Zhong Kui.

Cui Yu bellowed, "Fool! Trespassing the Yama Hall earns you the Sentence of a Thousand Cuts! Submit now!"

*Swish!*

Blades materialized, slashing toward the intruder as chains rattled overhead. Meanwhile, Zhong Kui fused with his bright red wine gourd, swelling to mountain-size. He hefted the enlarged Seven Stars Demon-Slaying Sword and swung.

"Die!"

The judges’ assault, backed by Yin soldiers and ghost officials, seemed overwhelming. Yet Meng Rui and Si Ye’s fears proved right—though Yama’s domain was mighty, the self-sacrificing old man surpassed it.

Every strike from soldiers, officials, or judges veered aside, deflected by unseen forces. Even when they threw themselves before Mu Lin, their bodies slid helplessly away as the old man advanced.

The scene resembled Moses parting the sea – as the black-robed old man advanced, Mu Lin’s guards automatically split to both sides like receding waters. This special ability left nothing between the black-robed old man and Mu Lin.

"Damnation!"

Yan Yunyu and the others felt their hearts leap to their throats. Ji Hongyu couldn’t suppress her rising resentment toward Mu Lin.

"Idiot! If you could resist the Devouring Serpent, why reveal yourself?"

While anxiety gripped Yan Yunyu’s group, satisfaction glinted in the black-robed old man’s eyes.

"I should thank your arrogance and stupidity. Had you stayed hidden, you might’ve escaped. But since you appeared, you’re dead."

He closed the distance with each word. Yet to his surprise, Mu Lin showed no fear – only calm authority. That imposing gaze made the old man’s heart pound inexplicably. Though unclear why, he suddenly knew: he was going to die.

Fueled by this premonition, he burned more power to charge faster. Too late.

"I won’t die. You will."

The final words came not from Mu Lin, but from the manifestation of Yama behind him. A resonant "Hmm" shook the air as the world fell silent.

This silence felt like the universe retreating. Those who heard the divine commands grew cold, sleepy, empty… losing all attachment to life. Even Si Ye felt colors drain from the world, his body shivering in the sudden chill.

"What… what’s happening?"

The answer came instantly.

As "you will die" echoed, the black-robed old man’s blazing life flame went out like a candle in water. No flicker remained. His charging body collapsed with a thud, rolling to Mu Lin’s feet. Shock and terror frozen in dead eyes.

Not just him – every cultivator attacking the Ouroboros stopped mid-strike. Complete stillness fell.

The corpse’s final twitch echoed in the silence.