Chapter Fourteen: Aftermath

  Lin Huang was knocked back by the aftershock for an unknown distance before he slowly came to a stop.

  At this moment, Lin Huang is on the verge of death. The newly formed Desolate God Body has been completely destroyed, leaving only the golden spine engraved with water, fire, wind, and yin-yang, as well as his undying soul.

  "It was almost a real death, but hehe." Lin Huang's soul emitted joyful fluctuations. "But it really is miserable, but no matter what, I'm still alive in the end. And..."

  Lin Huang muttered to himself for a while, and the golden spine moved slightly. The Somi ring that had collected most of the treasures from the Zhongnan Mountains appeared, "Fortunately, I kept the Somi ring at the critical moment. If not, it would be really miserable."

  Attain the sacred position, and the soul will be immortal. Even if Lin Huang's physical body is destroyed, he can still regenerate, but without the help of various divine materials, it would be an extremely long process. If he doesn't keep this Xumi ring, Lin Huang will have no choice but to take the path of robbery.

  However, having preserved the gains in the Twelve Secret Vaults, Lin Huang found it much easier to recover his physical body and rebuild his divine body, especially since he still retained a segment of the Golden Backbone, which could guarantee that his rebuilt divine body would perfectly match his soul.

  Searched for a desolate mountain top, the forest was barren and stretched out its divine power, escaped into the ground below, opened up a stone room, crushed various divine materials, mixed them into a divine liquid, then soaked in it, waiting for the physical body to slowly recover.

  Blink of an eye and twenty days have passed.

  As Lin Huang opened his eyes again, his physical body had fully recovered. He sensed it slightly and immediately knew that this remade divine body was even stronger than before. After being broken and then re-established, apart from the spine, he now had an additional rib bone transformed into a golden bone engraved with the patterns of earth, water, fire, wind, yin, and yang, or rather, the Huang God Bone.

  "But... Lin Arang lowered his head and looked at the chest, where a bullet hole had never healed, fresh blood flowing out, unable to stop."

  That is the wound left by the divine spirit's finger, even if the divine body was remade, the immortal intent left by the divine spirit still remains like a maggot in the heel bone. Unless Lin Huang can dispel this immortal intent, this wound will never heal.

  Lin Huang didn't mind, he chose a cyan long gown and put it on. He had chosen to challenge the divine spirit in order to clarify his path by fighting against the divine spirit.

  Now with this wound on his body, leaving behind an immortal realm belonging to the gods, it's actually a good thing for Lin Huang. As long as he can dispel this immortal realm, Lin Huang knows that he is not far from becoming a god himself.

  As for the non-stop bleeding, Lin Huang's Archaic Divine Body was a body that didn't leak, with fresh blood flowing out of his finger holes and still having to flow back in from the finger holes, circulating like this.

  Barefoot and standing on the ground, Lin Huang quietly thought about the gains and losses of this battle.

  "It was still a bit reckless, if it wasn't for the last gamble being correct, this time it's likely to be inescapable death."

  Step by step, he has walked to today, and at the age of 25, he has become a saint. Except for those born with divine spirit, Lin Huang can be said to be the first person in ancient and modern times. Being able to walk to this day, being good at summarizing gains and losses is absolutely one of the great helpers that Lin Huang can become a saint.

  "Three Whys."

  Lin Arang carefully savored the details of that battle.

  "Why didn't the King of Spring and Autumn die?"

  If it weren't for the fact that Spring Autumn King didn't die under God's one finger, Lin Huang wouldn't have immediately decided to confront God's one finger head-on. Even if Spring Autumn King's divine body had already reached great completion, Lin Huang still didn't believe he could kill his own God's one finger and not be able to kill Spring Autumn King. So there was a problem with Spring Autumn King, this was Lin Huang's first doubt.

  "Who is he?"

  This is what Lin Huang really cares about. Who was that last imprint that drilled out from the depths of Lin Huang's soul?

  "Although I don't think of myself as a genius, although many key points of this unorthodox cultivation method were realized during the practice of the Great Dream Heart Sutra, and although I had suspected this point earlier, I didn't expect that I would actually be someone else's pawn. It really doesn't feel good in my heart."

  Lin Huang rubbed his fingers, gave a cold laugh and said, "Could it be that the Dream God hasn't died yet? The Great Dream Sutra was created by Him after all, so He's the most likely one. But it doesn't matter anymore. Whoever wants to use me as a pawn, don't blame this pawn for biting back."

  "It's been twenty days since then, and the divine being at Zhongnan Mountain has not made another move. It seems that after the Hundred Saints' Rebellion, the rule that divine beings cannot act freely is indeed true."

  "But the gods are so powerful, what exactly is restraining them? What can restrain them? Bah, the so-called hundred saints are nothing but on par with my current realm. Even if they've reached the pinnacle of sainthood, it's impossible for them to rival the gods. Not even a trade of one life for another would be possible."

  "What right did the hundred saints have to change the heavens and make all the gods retreat? What exactly happened ten thousand years ago?"

  "Doubts are growing more and more, but that's just right. It seems the secrets of this world are finally going to be revealed to me."

  Lin Huang murmured to himself in a low voice, the more he knew, the more unknowns there were, but Lin Huang didn't mind too much. He believed that as long as his footsteps forward didn't stop, he would eventually be able to see through all the secrets.

  Beyond the realm of stars, somewhere unknown.

  A thought suddenly fluctuated, "You can't escape, I'll find you, find you. Before the trial, I'll find you."

  This thought soon subsided, and in a deeper, more mysterious space-time, without light or darkness, the five elements of earth, water, fire, wind, and yin-yang did not exist. It was as if everything was in chaos, just like before the universe began. Another thought emerged with ripples: "Desecrate the gods. Destruction or survival."

  A moment later, everything calmed down again.

  "Yes, sir."

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  "Damn it! Are those guys at Yibou's place all idiots?! It's been twenty days, a full twenty days, and not one of them has thought to calculate my whereabouts?!"

  "If I had known it would end up like this, I shouldn't have taken on this task. If I hadn't taken on this task, things wouldn't have turned out like this." After muttering to himself for a few sentences, King Chunqiu angrily wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

  "I don't know why I'm still alive, but like this, I'd rather be dead."

  His body collapsed, his soul was severely damaged. The current Spring and Autumn King was so weak that he wasn't even comparable to a newborn baby. He barely survived in the wilderness for twenty days, and the Spring and Autumn King was already on the verge of collapse.

  "What the hell is this place, where not even birds shit? Is there still such a desolate place in the human world? Not a single soul can be seen for twenty days. Those damned, wine-bag officials aren't they saying that the entire human world has eliminated ignorance and poverty?"

  "And that damned Lin Huang, you'd better be dead and have no place to rest, otherwise I will crush your bones into ashes."

  Spring and Autumn King muttered complaints, in such a situation, so weak, even the most unscrupulous Spring and Autumn King suspected that he could only go down one dead end.

  All the way complaining, all the way struggling to find a place with people, in many places Chunqiu Wang almost crawled past.

  "You really didn't die."

  The long-awaited voice, Spring Autumn Wang was overjoyed at first, then suddenly startled, and dared not to believe it, raising his head, barefoot, wearing a green robe, holding a section of green bamboo, with a face that is not considered handsome, but has a unique elegance and freedom, it is indeed Lin Huang who was cursed by Spring Autumn Wang with gritted teeth for thousands of times.

  "You're still alive, how can I die?!" Spring Autumn King was stunned for a moment before quickly regaining his composure, forcing himself to stand up and gritting his teeth.

  "As long as you're not dead, let's go, I have something to ask you."

  Chun Qiu Wang's eyes stared intently at Lin Huang, seeing him walking ahead so nonchalantly. He finally couldn't hold back and bellowed: "Bastard, can't you even give me a set of clothes?! And if I don't receive treatment soon, I'll really be beyond salvation!"