Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 915 - 910 Starlight in the Darkness 6

Chapter 915: Chapter 910 Starlight in the Darkness 6

Lin Xin gazed far into the distance at the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.

His body had returned to normal.

However, because he had engulfed too much, his head underwent a peculiar change.

The back of his head bulged high, and a pair of bony fans grew from the sides, resembling the fan-shaped ornaments worn on hair buns by ancient women.

To Lin Xin, from a distance, his appearance was like wearing a flesh-colored crown.

He now had an additional pair of arms, making it twelve in total.

The wings on his back, at some point, had turned completely translucent.

It seemed that there was also a significant change in the bloodline of the Purifying Force.

Lin Xin’s body height had also shrunken again, now restored to a height of over ten meters.

"Are they still entangled in combat...?"

He looked far away at the confrontation between the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.

"Too slow... let me give you a hand..."

Lin Xin slowly raised one arm.

But after a moment’s thought, he raised seven arms, forming four pairs.

He pointed in the direction of the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.

Buzz!

An invisible force inexplicably crossed space and suddenly surged into the bodies of the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.

This force, weak to the extreme, swift to the extreme, with an exceedingly terrifying concealing nature, rapidly poured into all the spores of the Master of Four Seasons, as well as into all parasitic eggs of the Egg of Despair.

Having devoured the equivalent of three Taoist Ancestors plus one small world, Lin Xin was no longer the helpless speck of dust he once was.

The attribute abilities demonstrated unprecedented strength, elevating Lin Xin to a height that countless cultivators dreamed of within less than a thousand years.

The slaughter between spores and eggs grew more and more intense and fierce.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, the Master of Four Seasons opened his eyes wide, revealing a hint of impatience.

He suddenly thought of other battlefields; if they finished their battles early and came here to interfere, the consequences would be dire.

If the allied forces won, that would be good, but if it were their opponent’s people.....

A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes as he urged the spores to charge at the Egg of Despair with all his might.

Coincidentally, the Egg of Despair also seemed to grow impatient, driving the eggs to madly rush towards the Master of Four Seasons.

The battle reached its peak intensity in an instant.

Lin Xin’s lips curled into a faint arc.

"That’s more like it...."

In this state, he could effortlessly manipulate the emotions of joy, anger, and grief in surrounding creatures.

But with Taoist Ancestors of the same level, he dared not take chances, so he only used an exceedingly feeble force to guide them into a slight impatience.

With Lin Xin’s current level, such a weak influence naturally would not easily be noticed.

And the result, as expected, was successful.

The Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair battled fiercely, the aura fluctuating around them becoming more agitated and intense.

Poof!

Suddenly, the Master of Four Seasons spewed a mouthful of blood, retreating several steps.

The Egg of Despair, on the other hand, exploded with a bang, the myriad eggs and dark yellow mucus rapidly re-coalescing to reluctantly form a new Egg of Despair.

Both suffered damages.

Lin Xin’s smile widened further.

Pop!

Pop pop pop pop!!!

In an instant, the Master of Four Seasons’ body erupted continuously with layers of flesh and blood, as if dozens of small bombs buried within him were going off without cease.

The Egg of Despair also trembled violently before exploding again; the pus this time continuously evaporated, releasing foul toxic gas and recombining at a speed countless times slower than before.

Clearly, in the unseen realm, the two had battled to the last stand, on the verge of life and death.

Seeing this, Lin Xin slowly drew the Sword of Rage from his back.

He gave one last glance at his attribute panel.

’Lin Sherie — Damage 2.6d, Defense 2.3d, Evasion 2.1d, Constitution 2.7d, Free Attributes 1.1d.’

"Devouring an entire small world benefited me far less than the Taoist Ancestors, it’s meaningless and a waste of time. So this time, keep it simple."

He took slow steps toward the two.

With each step crossing tens of thousands of meters.

Just a dozen steps brought Lin Xin to the side of the Master of Four Seasons and the Egg of Despair.

"Who are you!"

The voice of the Egg of Despair rang out.

Simultaneously, a strong willpower bore down on Lin Xin, seemingly intending to crush him with pure will.

If it were not at the Taoist Ancestor level, naturally, it could not withstand this.

But Lin Xin at this time had already consumed two Taoist Ancestors and the corpse of another.

Currently, there were remnants of undigested world essence in his body, and the average two-way terrifying attributes had him reach a mid-lower level among Taoist Ancestors.

"Such dense power..." on the side, the Master of Four Seasons opened his eyes, staring intently at Lin Xin.

On its body, he saw a terrifying density far surpassing that of a typical Taoist Ancestor.

It was as if a Taoist Ancestor at the Galaxy Realm were crazily compressed again and again into an unimaginably small size.

It was like compressing a mortal into the size of a single cell on its body.

"How could such a deformed entity appear...?" A trace of doubt flashed in the heart of the Lord of the Four Seasons. This compression itself required a massive amount of energy.

With so much energy, it would be entirely sufficient to break through the galactic energy level and enter the next layer.

However, the Egg of Despair didn’t care about any of this. The Heavenly Demon Army Master seemed somewhat intelligent on the surface, but mostly not very bright; they themselves represented a certain degree of chaos.

Since Lin Xin showed no threat, it continued to increase its offensive, attempting to kill the Lord of the Four Seasons ahead of time and then turning back to address Lin Xin.

"The Lord of the Four Seasons... City Lord of Shadow City..."

Lin Xin licked his lips, blood-red star rivers slowly spinning in his eyes, appearing extremely eerie.

"What kind of person are you!?" The Lord of the Four Seasons intuitively sensed something amiss and wanted to withdraw.

But the Egg of Despair, that foolish ally, firmly held him back; as soon as he relaxed even slightly, the Egg of Despair would instantly shatter everything and make him die even faster.

"The disappearance of the Taoist Ancestors, the forces of the universe have already been calculated in advance!

There shouldn’t be any Taoist Ancestors wandering outside!?"

"That question..." Lin Xin walked slowly towards the Lord of the Four Seasons, the smile on his face growing.

"You should ask Jiu Se."

Swish!

The Sword of Rage pierced the brow of the Lord of the Four Seasons without obstruction.

Gush!

A multitude of black tendrils suddenly surged from Lin Xin’s chest, instantly entangling the Lord of the Four Seasons, pulling him in fiercely.

He turned violently, and the Sword of Rage once again easily slashed, falling upon the Egg of Despair beside him.

The enormous egg didn’t explode again; instead, it turned rapidly crimson, as if internally burning with high temperatures.

"What exactly are you... creature!!?"

The Egg of Despair only managed to let out one final sound before being pulled into the black hole on Lin Xin’s chest.

He felt within his body two Taoist Ancestor-level existences being rapidly digested and devoured.

Lin Xin clearly sensed that his current digestive capabilities far surpassed his former self.

Every second, billions of free attributes frantically surged into his body. Then they were evenly distributed among his four attributes.

His attributes seemed like a slot machine, numbers madly escalating upwards, reaching levels of trillions, that is, a "Dao," and the lower order of magnitude was already indiscernible, constantly changing chaotically at all times.

"It’s a pity that devouring the previous Ancestors and worlds at most increased my average strength by a bit beyond two strands of force.

The consumption needed to compress the body is really too much."

Yet Lin Xin didn’t care at all about the wasted energy.

At this current level of bodily compression, if not cautiously restrained by himself, his very existence would be like a black hole, perpetually attracting everything around due to gravitational force.

Both tangible and intangible would be frantically drawn in, merging with him.

This is the fundamental rule of the universe’s instincts.

The role of gravity is to keep the density and mass of most matter within an allowable range.

Once the mass becomes too great, a devouring pull effect will occur, pulling in large amounts of other materials to dilute this mass density, restoring it to a normal extent, until a subtle balance forms, like a planet.....

This is similar to the formation of wind.

Cold and heat move to balance temperatures, thus creating wind.

"So, this is the so-called wind of gravity? The wind of mass?"

Lin Xin reinserted the Sword of Rage.

"Perhaps it should be given another name, called the Wind of All Things....."

He increasingly realized the formidable nature of the Divine Wind Sword Techniques.

"The flow of all things, the pulse of all things, this is the Sword of Balance, the fundamental sword that all things in the world must adhere to....."

"Then, when the universe or civilization develops to an extremely high degree of prosperity, wouldn’t it be like an entity with incredibly high mass?

Such an entity would naturally attract everything material around it to dilute its own density.

And what about civilization? The universe? Wouldn’t they be the same?

Wouldn’t other surrounding universes or other things rapidly integrate here, or rather invade here, thereby diluting its prosperity?"

Lin Xin didn’t know the outcome, but this didn’t prevent him from completing his plan.

With a light tap of his feet on the ground, he suddenly leaped and disappeared mid-air.

Time to hunt the remaining Taoist Ancestors.

At this point, he no longer expected other Taoist Ancestors to be oblivious.

Even if they became aware, so what? As long as he moved fast enough, the massive losses caused by combat couldn’t be quickly replenished in such a short time.

Given Lin Xin’s current strength.

Due to compressed density, his body far exceeded the strength and hardness of an ordinary Taoist Ancestor.

Both internally and externally, he was even transforming toward the nature of a black hole.

Faintly, he even felt as though something indescribable was slowly changing at the center of his body.

He wasn’t sure what that transformation was.

However, it seemed that through this transformation, he could sense that in a very distant place, there was an entity intimately connected to him, yet incredibly faint.

"Is this the legendary positive and negative?"

Mysteriously, he seemed to feel that as long as he found that entity, he would gain unimaginably terrifying power.