Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 455 - 449 Evil God Divine Weapon Four

Chapter 455: 449 Evil God Divine Weapon Four

The Illusionary Light Tribe, a race that had mastered the application of Taoist Intent to such a peerless degree, and with such terrifying blood energy, appeared in Lin Xin’s eyes at this moment as nothing less than human-shaped, mobile treasuries.

By only killing two members of the Illusionary Light Tribe, he felt that his own Taoist Intent was on the verge of a breakthrough.

These experts of the Illusionary Light Tribe had all lived for at least a thousand years; the complexity of their memory fragments and their extensive insights and comprehension of various Taoist Intents were, to Lin Xin at present, undoubtedly absolute treasures.

So as soon as he boarded the ship, he immediately ordered the eradication of the Joyous God.

The Joyous God had clearly sustained injuries while combating that entity within the Evil God Temple.

This was a good opportunity to use his subordinates to test the extent of its injuries.

After all, these subordinates could be controlled at will at any time, and their deaths and expenditure were of no concern.

"Master."

Yin Mantuo, Keke Sai, and the White Snake slowly descended onto the deck, each surrounded by a circle of bugs.

"How did it go?"

Lin Xin asked casually.

The previous plan had been overtaken by events. Lin Xin had made the first move; the other three searched for opportunities to infiltrate the Evil God Temple from different points and attempted to steal the Divine Weapon.

But seeing the expressions of the three, it seemed there might have been some mishaps.

"Reporting to master, the Divine Weapon is inserted on an altar beneath the Evil God Temple, with no guard around it.

But..."

White Snake said with difficulty.

"Speak."

Lin Xin’s eyes sharpened, startling him into shivering all over.

"But we couldn’t even get close to the Divine Weapon. According to the terms used in master’s territory, this weapon is definitely of the Sixth Grade, not to mention it possesses its own Yuan Jing Soul Domain, it even has a self-awareness..."

White Snake blurted out everything in one breath, his face showing a look of despair.

"White Snake is right. As soon as we approached, we felt our blood uncontrollably surging as if it might be extracted and fly out at any moment. We didn’t dare to move any closer," the Golden Armor Beetle Keke Sai said, picking up the thread with a sense of helplessness.

Yin Mantuo just nodded, not speaking, but the aura around her had clearly weakened, indicating that she too had encountered an unexpected event.

"Divine Weapon..." Lin Xin’s gaze grew deep, and he licked his lips. "I need to go into seclusion. We’ll talk tomorrow."

Having said this, he didn’t wait for a response from the three, and went straight into the cabin, soon disappearing into the dark doorway.

Besides Yin Mantuo, the other two demon creatures were somewhat fearful and uncertain, unable to gauge whether Lin Xin was angry or calm.

They were worried that if they couldn’t prove their worth, the master might replace them with other creatures at any minute.

The consequences of being replaced could be seen by looking at the bee swarm that had been driven to become cannon fodder.

Yin Mantuo, however, remained calm, glancing at the Demon Bee painfully laying eggs on the deck and the multitude of blood-sucking mosquitoes constantly injecting the necessary nutrients for the egg-laying process.

She silently followed into the cabin.

The other two looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

Once back in his own room, Lin Xin closed the door tightly, threw out three of the strongest Defense Array Plates, and immediately a complex array of red, blue, and yellow Formation Patterns appeared on the walls of the room, then rapidly vanished.

He collapsed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and began to extract the memory fragments of the Illusionary Light Tribe experts from the Lord’s mark on his chest.

The memory fragments of the two Illusionary Light Tribe individuals slowly replayed before him like a film.

As time ticked away, his expression gradually became more peaceful, shifting from his previous violent and distorted demeanor to an unusually calm and solemn one.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Lin Xin opened one eye, his gaze icy as he swept it over the door.

"It’s... it’s me, Brother Lin," Zhao Ke’s voice came through the door, somewhat uncertain.

"What is it?"

Lin Xin’s tone softened.

"Um... here’s the thing, Brother Lin, we were wondering when we could go up to the deck for a breath of fresh air, and when we’ll arrive at the Nan Residence?"

He paused, "Captain Zhou and the others are feeling somewhat stifled after staying confined in the cabin all this time."

Lin Xin sat up, his blood-red long hair draped over the bed like tassels, as smooth and soft as the finest satin.

"Soon, rest assured, I’ve already made arrangements. In just another half month, we should arrive at the Nan Residence... soon, it’ll be over."

Lin Xin’s voice became gentle, carrying a reassuring calmness.

"As for the deck, we’re currently traveling through the most dangerous region of the Outer Regions. Have you seen the swarm of insects outside the window? Those bugs are just the weakest here. It’s for your safety that I asked Yin Mantuo to stop you from going onto the deck," Lin Xin paused, his lips curving into a slight smile.

"So, please convey to everyone not to fear, not to panic. Be patient, and we’ll soon leave the Outer Regions."

"I see..." Zhao Ke hesitated, then expressed his realization, "Alright then, I’ll go and console the others. Sorry for disturbing you, Brother Lin, you should rest early too."

"Yes, go ahead, get some good rest,"

Lin Xin replied warmly.

"Yes, alright."

Zhao Ke replied and his footsteps gradually faded away.

Lin Xin lowered his head and glanced out the window.

Bang!

He suddenly grabbed the bedding on the bed fiercely, wracked by an indescribably familiar, intense pain once again.

"It’s... starting... again..."

Lin Xin’s face twisted in agony as he frantically manipulated the memory fragments within the Lord’s Mark. Amidst the searing pain, his thoughts sped up more than twice as fast as usual. Puzzles that had previously stumped him clarified in an instant.

Stretching out his hand, he began to mutilate himself again. His palm sliced open his abdomen like scissors, tearing at the wound continually as if he were pulling at two pieces of unsewn cloth. His fist clenched tightly, wringing the blood out like one would wring a rag, yet the blood flowed back into the wound as though alive.

On the other hand, the vast insights about Taoist Intent contained within the memory fragments of Illusionary Light Tribe’s powerhouse were being absorbed rapidly by him, like a sponge soaking up water.

The first surge of excruciating pain soon slowly subsided.

Lin Xin stopped his rapidly churning thoughts, only to be shocked to find that he had sorted out more than a dozen entirely new types of Taoist Intent from the memory fragments, all fully integrated and understood.

In the middle of the night, during the second bout of severe pain,

As the types of Taoist Intent he comprehended increased, the similar parts of the same types were assimilated more quickly. By the time the pain ceased, Lin Xin had thoroughly integrated and understood over thirty more types.

And the types of Taoist Intent in the memory fragments numbered in the hundreds! All were ones he had never encountered before.

From the memory fragments, Lin Xin realized that the Illusionary Light Tribe was a mysterious clan that primarily focused on the comprehension of realms. Their combat relied entirely on their overwhelmingly powerful Taoist Intent and Soul Domain. Compared to other clans, their repository of Taoist Intent was perfectly suited to him.

By the time the third wave of agony had passed, Lin Xin had sorted out an even greater variety of Taoist Intent types.

Altogether, in one night, through his terrifyingly amplified comprehension, assisted by the memory fragments, he had completely mastered hundreds of new Taoist Intents of the Illusionary Light Tribe.

Together with his previous insights, he now had accumulated more than four hundred different types of Taoist Intent.

He could vaguely sense that his Yuan Dou Demonic Technique was becoming increasingly fluid; the demon cores inside his body were consolidating more and more, becoming denser and denser. Each core represented the essence of one Taoist Intent he had comprehended.

As he comprehended more, a large number of demon cores within him gradually divided into the five attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and there were even faint connections between these cores, like mist.

Complex beyond measure, they formed a chaotic space of mixed colors.

"Indeed, coming to the Outer Regions is the key to my true breakthrough," he thought.

After the third onslaught of pain, Lin Xin opened his weary eyes, but they were filled with an indescribable joy and fierceness.

The Yu Palace wanted him dead, and so he must live! And not just survive, but live better and stronger than anyone else!

He refused to believe that with his formidable trump card of attribute abilities, he couldn’t break free from the shackles of the Yu Palace’s will.

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"Scram!"

On the ash-white plain, a mass of blue specks suddenly exploded.

The oppressive swarm of insects vanished in an instant, leaving a gaping hole where they had been. All the insects that had been in that space turned into countless points of light and scattered away.

The blue light cluster on the head of the Happy God changed shades rapidly, betraying exceptionally intense emotions.

"Trivial tricks." It seemed to turn its head, looking around.

"Summoning of Sinful Thoughts." With a reach, a pinch, and a release,

A large group of white, distorted human face masks flew out from beneath the robe of the Happy God, surging toward the surrounding insects, engaging them in frenzied combat.

The ground was now covered with countless insect corpses. No one could tell how many he had killed.

Seemingly realizing that the swarm tactics were ineffective, the insects scattered as if commanded, flying toward the distant night sky, quickly disappearing from sight.

The Happy God did not pursue, but merely directed the face masks to stop and watched silently in the direction where the swarm had vanished.

"Human cultivators... I will eventually root you out..."

Elsewhere, near the ruins, hidden in the corners of dark places,

A number of black-robed people wearing white masks carefully emerged from the shadows, cautiously surveying the situation outside.

These were the enslaved people of the Ha Tribe that lived in the area. As the strongest tribe around, every member of the Ha Tribe had formidable racial talents, each born with a robust defensive exoskeleton, capable of linking their minds to communicate directly. They also innately knew the Earth Escape Technique, leading them to predominantly live underground.

No sooner had these people emerged than they were swarmed by large groups of purple bees. Some with higher cultivation managed to escape underground,

But many were not quick enough to flee and were engulfed by the swarm, devoured down to their garments in a single breath.

Not a single bone or remnant was left.

At the same time, most of the active members of the Ha Tribe were continuously killed by surprise attacks from the rampant swarm of bees and mosquitoes.

Nearly a thousand members of the Ha Tribe were slaughtered in just half an hour.

Experts from the Evil God Temple were quickly dispatched in all directions, constantly slaying the attacking insects.

But the speed of killing the insects was clearly far slower than that of the tribespeople being slain. All members of the Ha Tribe simply stopped appearing on the surface, opting to retreat to their underground city instead.

Such a large swarm of insects, each with at least the speed and Explosive Power of the Second Grade, and amidst them were Third Grade beings with Protective Demon Qi.

The Ha Tribe had seen such level of insects before, but never in such overwhelming numbers.

Even the nearby, fastest breeding, largest Demon Bee colony would only have such numbers.

Yet the strength of these bee swarms far exceeded that of the Demon Bees.

As the swarms continued their slaughter, Lin Xin sat in the central Void Ship, with vast amounts of blood qi and memory fragments constantly gathering to him through feedback and the Lord’s Mark.

The overwhelming pressure of memory fragments from nearly a thousand people suddenly flooding in was even too much for him, his face twisted in pain.