Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Arrogant Thoughts, Dividing the Divine

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deafening booms resembled thunder… or perhaps a heartbeat.

Mu Lin soon confirmed the latter. His own heart began pounding in rhythm with the mysterious sound.

Their heartbeats had originally differed—the thunderous rhythm pulsed once every few minutes while Mu Lin’s heart beat steadily each minute. Yet now, Mu Lin’s heartbeat kept adjusting to match the overwhelming cadence.

This realization put Mu Lin on edge. Some primal instinct warned him complete synchronization would bring disaster.

"What’s causing that noise?"

Before he could ponder further, something stranger happened. Heartbeats suddenly erupted from his Beiwai Army spirits, Substitute Paper Figures, and even the water-formed body of Ink Dragon, the River Lord.

"Impossible!"

The Beiwai Army lacked physical forms. The Paper Figures were hollow shells. The River Lord’s body flowed like liquid. Yet Mu Lin clearly heard rhythmic thumps coming from them all.

Upon inspection, he found translucent hearts materializing inside their bodies. This phantom-to-real transformation drained energy from his summoned beings—the emerging hearts were feeding on the Beiwai Army and Paper Figures’ power.

"Creating flesh from nothing? Making hearts appear in spirits and constructs? All triggered by a heartbeat…" Cold understanding struck him. "This must be an evil god’s pulse. The seal containing its heart… someone broke it."

As this thought formed, disaster unfolded. Having allowed the Beiwai Army’s heartbeat to sync with the external rhythm out of curiosity, Mu Lin watched helplessly as his spectral soldiers broke free from his control. The entire army began marching toward the heartbeat’s origin.

"Synchronized sounds mean lost control!"

Mu Lin immediately checked his own condition. His skin crawled as he discovered his limbs stiffening—his heartbeat now dangerously aligned with the evil god’s pounding rhythm.

“Fix!”

Noticing the danger, Mu Lin acted swiftly, using the Root Word "Fix" to lock his heartbeat in place.

This helped briefly, but:

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”…

The pulsing rhythm of the evil god’s heart reverberated across the land, each beat smashing against the Root Word "Fix" like a battering ram.

Under this relentless assault, cracks began spreading through Mu Lin’s seal.

“‘Fix’ alone won’t hold forever.”

Though aware of this, Mu Lin remained calm—he had other defenses against the heartbeat. What truly gave him pause was the realization: if the evil god’s heartbeat had surfaced, what other horrors might awaken in the Grave Lord’s tomb?

Retreat or advance? After weighing his options, Mu Lin pressed forward.

Two reasons drove his choice. First, he refused to let the descendants of evil gods roam unchecked.

“If an actual evil god appeared, I’d flee immediately. But their spawn trapped in the combining Essence and Evil realm? Those don’t scare me.”

“They’re walking treasure chests. Even without the Grave Lord inheritance, hunting these abominations would make this trip worthwhile.”

He remembered well—these descendants carried shreds of divinity within their bodies. Slaying them promised rich rewards.

Second, the Grave Lord inheritance mattered deeply to him.

…

Through his journey, Mu Lin had deciphered the tomb’s structure. The black river marked the boundary—crossing it meant leaving the wilderness behind to truly enter the Grave Lord’s domain.

While others scorned the tomb’s remnants, Mu Lin cherished them. Not for material value, but for the Grave Lord’s wisdom in weaving together the Yin Eight Sect’s disciplines.

“Seven paper figures arranged here… A twisted version of the Soul Sealing Technique. Harnessing Seven Stars’ energy to summon spirits, then blending the Seven Star Formation with soul-binding seals? Genius.”

“Ritual bells and spirit banners… Not just raising evil spirits—this whole setup controls them…”

“Two opposing entities sealed below, using their conflicting natures to maintain balance. Clever.”

“The Hundred Yin Corpse Ghost Formation drains power from a captive specter…”

“Cross-Sword Dragon-Slaying Formation—an executioner’s trick…”

Each discovery deepened Mu Lin’s respect. The Grave Lord had earned his title as Yin Eight Sect leader through sheer mastery. From paper folders to corpse-bearers, executioners to mortuary artists—he’d perfected every branch.

More impressively, he’d fused these disparate arts seamlessly. This fluid integration of techniques—handling both delicate rituals and brutal combat with equal ease—gave Mu Lin priceless insights, shaping his own path forward while expanding his arsenal.

Hmm… To put it simply, the experience points for Mu Lin’s skills on his Attribute Panel kept rising.

Soul Sealing Technique +13, +17, +19…

Paper Figure Curse +31, +36, +11, +27…

Great Yin Living Scripture +52, +54, +67…

Mind Image · City of Heaven’s Funeral +12, +29, +31…

“This place is a goldmine for me. Just by staying in the Grave Lord’s tomb and studying his methods, all my cultivation methods are leveling up like crazy…”

The hardest part of cultivation was hitting a dead end. Though Mu Lin’s Attribute Panel let him grind his skills through practice, having a super strong being like the Grave Lord guiding him cut his training time in half.

“Normally, it’d take a month of Hard Practice to master my core techniques—the Great Yin Living Scripture and Mind Image · City of Heaven’s Funeral. But with the Grave Lord’s tomb teaching me from beyond the grave? I’ll master both in under seven days.”

That kind of progress alone made him want to stay forever. Plus, the tomb had to hold real treasures.

“Maybe even spiritual weapons from the Yin Eight Sect…”

Instead of leaving, Mu Lin sprinted toward the distant noise. He needed to kill those evil god descendants, steal their divinity, and stop them from wrecking his new training spot. He wasn’t done with this tomb yet.

…

As Mu Lin hurried forward, a battle raged at the gates of a gigantic city. Humans clashed with descendants of evil gods and twisted monsters. What would’ve shocked him was seeing Dao and Demon Sect cultivators fighting alongside the monsters.

Since the Grave Lord’s tomb lay in human territory, security was tight. Few evil god offspring had slipped through—they’d only cracked the seals around the evil god’s heart because traitors from the Dao and Demon Sects helped them.

The traitors? Wandering Bug from the Demon Sect, Fa Yan from the Heavenly Buddha Sect, and Spirit Void Master from the Dao Sect. Everyone hated Spirit Void Master most.

Nobody was surprised when Demon Sect scum betrayed them. But Spirit Void Master? He’d been their peer—a top talent from the same sect as Zui Xiaoyao and Jade Daoist. Their fury burned hottest.

“Spirit Void Master!” Jade Daoist roared. “Why sell yourself to those evil god bastards?”

Spirit Void Master sneered. “Sell? I’m not their dog.”

“?!!”

Zui Xiaoyao recovered first. “Then why break the Grave Lord’s seals?”

“Resources.” Spirit Void Master spread his arms, eyes blazing. “That dead evil god’s heart holds divine blood. I’ll use it to forge a divine body—ascend beyond this mortal flesh!” He jabbed a finger at the monsters. “They’re here for the same reason. After this god died, Other Evil Gods slaughtered its followers. These leftovers just want to scavenge its power.”

His grin turned sharp. “Now that you know… still want to die stopping me?”