Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Mu Lin: Duel? I’ll End the Contest Outright!

For the Celestial Spirits who once ruled a world and proudly saw themselves as its chosen children, accepting outsiders as leaders or divine masters brought unbearable shame.

Their arrogance made living under such conditions intolerable.

But everything changed when the potential divine master carried Celestial Spirit blood.

Mu Lin’s body particularly stunned some Celestial Spirits – his skin bore complete, interlocking designs that made them cry out:

"Holy patterns! Fully formed holy patterns!"

While Mu Lin found his Celestial Spirit vessel limiting, ordinary clan members marveled. Such perfect patterns were beyond their wildest hopes.

When they counted five distinct holy patterns (great sun, Tree of Life, eye of Gazing at the Heavens, Purification, and gravitational force), their excitement exploded.

"Divine child-level talent!"

This marked someone born to lead – a holy son or divine child destined to rule the Celestial Spirits. Serving such a ruler felt natural, not forced.

"He’s one of us! Serving our holy son brings no shame."

"The Mother Goddess didn’t abandon us after all!"

"Hail the divine son!"

As cheers erupted, crowds knelt before Mu Lin, already seeing him as their destined god.

The noise snapped other cultivators from their meditations.

They froze in outrage – Mu Lin had shamelessly transformed himself into a full Celestial Spirit. Between his perfect disguise, the bowing clan members, and the pleased Goddess of Life, these foreign monsters realized their predicament. Without immediate action, they’d lose all claim to the divine seat.

Anyone could guess the Goddess would choose a blood-related Celestial Spirit over outsider monsters.

"Cheater!"

"Disgraceful!"

"Fools! That’s just his clone! His real body’s human!"

Desperate naysayers tried two tactics – accusing Mu Lin’s treachery, and highlighting his mixed heritage. True, purebloods normally inherited divine seats. But these weren’t normal times. With no suitable pureblood candidates, even a half-blood surpassed other options.

The foreign monsters’ words fell on deaf ears.

When words failed, imitation began. Gritting teeth, the outsiders shamelessly copied Mu Lin’s trick. They begged their patrons for vital blood, using life powers to craft Celestial Spirit clones. Some recklessly transformed their actual bodies.

Normally such racial changes proved impossible. But wielding life itself made transformation simple. Soon dozens of monsters became Celestial Spirits.

Then came the harsh truth – they couldn’t progress further.

Mu Lin succeeded in his transformation thanks to the nearly limitless energy from controlled nuclear fusion. The other cultivators possessed creative authority and lofty ranks, but lacked sufficient energy. Even those who managed to reincarnate drew only fleeting glances from the observing Celestial Spirits before being dismissed.

Talent varied greatly among the Celestial Spirit tribe.

Mu Lin’s current form had reached the absolute pinnacle of their kind—there was no higher state to achieve.

If perfection was a test scored out of a hundred, Mu Lin had maxed it out. The others barely scraped sixty or seventy. Once the Celestial Spirits had seen Mu Lin, how could they settle for inferior candidates?

“……”

“It’s over!”

“Damn it—is he actually going to seize the divine position?”

By altering his race in a single move, Mu Lin had secured overwhelming advantage.

Storm Giant Tian Yu, True Lord Ao Chang of the dragon clan, and World’s Ember Qian now wore deep frowns. As celestial masters, they feared no rivalry—yet before the battle had even begun, Mu Lin threatened to end it prematurely.

Before they could devise a countermeasure, Mu Lin struck again.

Becoming a Celestial Spirit was a finishing blow to others—but for him, it was merely the opening move.

“Sizzle…”

With a mental command, Mu Lin scattered droplets of his blood. Under the influence of his powers of life, each droplet morphed into humanoid forms—cloning, a basic scientific principle mastered in his past life.

The lifeless husks lacked souls, mere empty vessels. After creating nearly a hundred clones, Mu Lin unleashed calamities upon them.

Life evolved through adversity—without challenges, some species remained stagnant for eons. Using his Calamity King abilities, Mu Lin subjected the clones to harsh trials, seeking to awaken latent genetic potential and push his Celestial Spirit body beyond its limits.

“Crackle!”

“Boom…”

“Hiss…”

Lightning scorched flesh. Ice encased limbs. Flames devoured skin. Blades carved wounds. Viruses ravaged cells. Soon the clones resembled tattered puppets.

Mu Lin had always known suffering could trigger metamorphosis—but previously, such methods risked killing him without guaranteed results. Now, everything had changed.

“Hummm!”

As injuries mounted, emerald light flooded the clones, mending wounds in seconds. The healing glow also supercharged their genes—both active and dormant—making them a hundred times more volatile.

“Snap-snap!”

Some clones sprouted armored plates. Others grew dense fur. A few developed wings. Under extreme stress, even humanity’s dormant 91.8% of genetic code awakened, triggering wild mutations.

Not all mutations were beneficial. Some clones deteriorated into frail forms. Others collapsed entirely. Evolution demanded millions of years and countless failures—but Mu Lin scoffed at nature’s pace.

“Hard? Let it be hard! I’ve got energy to burn!”

Creating clones, healing them, activating genes—all required the Goddess of Life’s creative authority, a power so energy-intensive it drained Earth Immortals dry. Celestial Masters could barely manage it.

But Mu Lin had controlled nuclear fusion.

Unlimited power let him spawn eight hundred clones at once, running hundreds of simultaneous trials.

“Once, twice, ten times, a thousand—who cares? With this energy and creative authority, I’ll force evolution through ten thousand iterations if needed!”