Chapter Seventy-Fifth: A Corpse of God

  This is not a place of auspicious clouds and purple mist, but a dark, desolate expanse, like the starry sky, like the final resting place of the soul.

  Fierce and intense aura, shocking the heavens as it rises. Although nothing can be seen, Lin Huang is able to see a fierce and intense battle.

  That is God's War.

  Two divine spirits' war, submerged in the long river of history, unknown to people.

  Fighting to the end, a god fell defeated, plummeting down, its corpse falling into a star domain, destroying heaven and earth, the brutal death aura collapsing a world. When a god falls, a world is buried for it.

  Lin Huang saw a god's downfall, a world's destruction. Then there was this Fallen God Land.

  "Everything is a scam."

  Lin Huang's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his eyes gleaming like electricity, tearing through the darkness. The dark, silent space was instantly illuminated by Lin Huang's gaze, revealing its true nature.

  There is no fallen god, only a magnificent corpse like the Milky Way, lying horizontally in the starry sky, spanning billions of miles, with a fierce breath that can destroy stars and annihilate the world.

  This is a divine corpse, a truly divine spiritual body.

  Even if it has fallen for tens of thousands of years, it is still immortal. Its heart was dug out, leaving a huge hollow, and in that hollow, Lin Huang saw the battlefield of the fallen gods, and saw many geniuses inside.

  "This is a scam."

  Lin Huang spoke again, his eyes gleaming like lightning, piercing through everything, grasping all of heaven.

  In Lin Huang's icy silver-white eyes, the truth was discerned, turning one by one.

  One million years ago, this divine spirit fell, its corpse lay across the starry sky, eternal and indestructible. The terrifying aura of slaughter and death spread out, transforming this entire star domain into a horrific land of death. Even saints who entered would be suppressed by the divine spirit's deadly aura.

  Then one day, a blurry figure came here, standing where Lin Huang is now, gathering the grievances of this divine corpse, condensing it on his head, and then performing the supreme technique. In the heart of the lost divine corpse, with the help of the remaining power of the divine corpse, he performed a small world.

  Then the legend of the Fallen God Battlefield began to spread throughout the Ten Thousand Realms, and gradually people found this place, unknowingly throwing themselves into the Fallen God Battlefield, they slaughtered, they sacrificed, they offered.

  Everything is a scam, a scam that has spanned millions of years.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, he had already seen through everything, so for him it was no longer a scam, but a blessing. The true blessing of the Fallen God Battlefield.

  A divine corpse, even if it has fallen, but the body is immortal, can glimpse the mystery of the divine spirit and find the subtlety of the perfect divine body.

  This is a great opportunity, and it's a big creation. Lin Huang cannot let it go.

  He sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes cold and piercing as he carefully observed. Unfortunately, the divine spirit was difficult to measure, even though it had long since fallen, leaving only a corpse. Yet, its Dao and principles remained indestructible, forever preserving its divine body, unshakeable and immovable, making it impossible for Lin Huang to discern the identity of this divine spirit from the Dao and principles hidden within the corpse.

  Although it was a pity, Lin Huang's emotions didn't fluctuate in the slightest. He quietly comprehended and even if he couldn't understand the laws and principles left behind by this divine corpse, just observing the outline, physique, eyes, nose, lips, limbs, and arms of the divine corpse allowed Lin Huang to gain a lot of insight, increasing his understanding of the realm of the gods.

  What is divine? Perfection is divine.

  So even if he didn't know the identity of this divine spirit, and couldn't grasp its laws and principles, just these things alone were enough for Lin Lang to find a way to break through to the perfect divine body.

  Because at this moment he saw perfection.

  As the epiphany deepened, Lin Huang's divine body gradually began to burn, with brilliant divine light and majestic treasure appearance. Each of his golden bones became dense and resplendent, and the rules of flesh and blood intertwined, causing Lin Huang's divine body to gradually shrink before suddenly expanding, repeating this process nine times.

  Lin Huang's body finally stabilized, looking no different from before, but if measured carefully with a ruler, it would be discovered that every part of Lin Huang's body was in perfect proportion, something that was impossible for human capabilities.

  His appearance hadn't changed much, but the first glance at Lin Ao, the first thought that rose in anyone's mind was perfection. He was a perfect man, at least in terms of his looks.

  The cultivation of the Perfect Divine Body has taken its first step, and Lin Huang's icy silver-white eyes began to fall elsewhere. He didn't know how long he had comprehended it, but at this moment, he had already grasped the subtleties of the Perfect Divine Body. Next was to perfect his laws and ways, then engrave them into his body, achieving harmony everywhere, as if naturally born, that would be when he achieved the Perfect Divine Body.

  Lin Huang's gaze shifted, and he stretched out his hand, pointing like a knife, cutting through the void. A loud crash struck the divine corpse, and fireworks burst forth. Lin Huang let out a cold hum, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, as he stumbled back three steps. However, the spot where the divine corpse was struck didn't even leave a single mark behind.

  The perfect divine body is indestructible and imperishable. Even if it's just a fallen divine corpse, without becoming a god, you can't even harm a single hair on the divine corpse.

  Lin Huang's icy silver eyes flashed, calculating in his mind that he couldn't possibly harm this divine corpse. His gaze shifted and landed on the divine corpse's head, where all its resentment was concentrated.

  Lin Huang's foot moved, traversing the starry sky, spanning billions of miles, and arrived at the skull of the divine corpse. It was just a single skull, yet it was as large as hundreds of thousands of miles, and even before approaching tens of millions of miles, all sorts of resentful energies rose up and intertwined.

  With a god's downfall, all the resentment was brought along, cursing heaven and earth, transforming into resentful spirits without consciousness, stretching across millions of miles, withering and destroying everything, annihilating all vitality. Not until billions of resentful spirits wailed and howled did people tremble with fear at the sight.

  Sensing the approach of flesh and blood, more than a hundred vengeful spirits on the outer periphery let out a loud howl and charged towards Lin Huang.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and stirred up the sky, destroying everything.

  Over a hundred vengeful spirits were directly annihilated, transforming into a wisp of resentful energy that wrapped around the fingertips of Lin Huang's desolate form, as an endless deluge of curses surged forth.

  Lin Huang hummed and his eyes flashed as he exited the Hundred Million Li.

  Fingers pointed in resentment, all sorts of curses rising up in my heart.

  "I curse you, may your body collapse and your soul rot!"

  "I curse you, forever trapped in darkness, never to be freed!"

  "I curse you..."

  The thunderous curse howls and screeches.

  Lin Huang's divine body began to disintegrate, the wisp of resentment at his fingertips suddenly swelling and transforming into a massive vengeful spirit that pounced on Lin Huang's soul.

  Lin Huang let out a cold hum, his power bursting forth, divine light shining brightly, as he threw out six cycles of the Wheel of Rebirth Fist, suppressing everything. Once again, he shattered the vengeful spirit, transforming it into a wisp of vengeful energy that coiled around his fingertips.

  The sound of absolute curse, suppressing all kinds of evil spirits, but wanting to completely erase this strand of resentment is impossible.

  Lin Huang's icy silver-white eyes turned, looking towards the skull of Shen Shi, where countless resentful spirits struggled and howled, unable to escape, making one tremble with fear at the sight.

  Lin Ao lowered his head, looking at the lingering resentment on his fingertips, and with a wave of his hand, he turned and left. The resentment from the fallen divine spirit was not something that he could dispel at this moment, obtaining a wisp of it was already sufficient, going further would only be seeking death for himself.