Chapter 308

Chapter 308: The Thought of Killing a God

Mu Lin’s accidental jinx made his heart skip a beat.

But he soon shook his head and chuckled, dismissing his own paranoia.

Reality wasn’t a game—it followed logic. Without extraordinary circumstances, sudden power surges couldn’t happen.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the unexpected… struck.

“Please… don’t die… *cough*… stop harming yourself… I was wrong… *cough*… truly wrong…”

By now, Mu Lin had died over forty times. The Black Water’s corrosion had hollowed out Crimson Child’s Lair completely.

Resistance had crossed Mu Lin’s mind earlier.

But his attacks tapped into causality—a higher-order force. Crimson Child’s Lair couldn’t sever their linked fate. No matter his efforts, the backlash remained unstoppable.

In the end, resentment filled him as the black river water dissolved his form. Now weakened beyond recovery, he couldn’t even sustain his Transformation state. His monstrous frame became a brittle husk—too feeble to stand.

Mu Lin saw no path left for his enemy’s reversal.

Outside, Prince Liang exhaled in relief, prematurely declaring victory.

“Hahaha! We’ve won!”

“Mu Lin’s my lucky star! I must recruit him into my residence.”

“With his talent and my resources, he’ll ascend as a Celestial Master. Then, no crisis could threaten Yuzhou’s Prince Liang’s residence. This disaster might even become my stepping stone!”

As Prince Liang daydreamed and Mu Lin felt certain of victory, the unforeseen… arrived.

“*Cough*… I refuse… to die… I was meant… to be Crimson Ruler…”

Crimson Child’s Lair’s voice remained faint, barely a whisper.

Then everything shifted—his tone, posture, presence.

“No. I am Crimson Ruler. King of all life… *cough*… sovereign of creation… every living thing spawns from me…”

*Thump!*

As his weak voice transformed into divine proclamation, a thunderous heartbeat erupted from his shriveled chest.

Mu Lin froze. That unnatural pulse radiated lethal intent. The enemy’s aura shifted completely, suffocating him with dread.

Acting instantly, Mu Lin willed the black river water inside his body to surge toward his own heart.

*Crunch—hiss!*

The gamble worked. The corrosive water obliterated his heart in an instant—and Crimson Child’s Lair’s heart melted in tandem.

*Splat!*

The dissolving organ halted the enemy’s rising momentum, forcing a bloody cough.

But before Mu Lin could relax—

*Whoosh!*

The transformed Crimson Child snapped his gaze toward Mu Lin, eyes blazing with newfound power.

“!!!”

Under Crimson Child’s cold gaze, Mu Lin’s heart clenched as if pinned by a predator’s stare.

Before he could react, a faint *splash* echoed—blood seeped from Crimson Child’s side. Though sparse, the blood pooled into a tiny humanoid form. A heartbeat later, the figure detonated.

As it burst, Mu Lin realized with a start that causal backlash had struck him.

*Bang!* Mu Lin… exploded too.

Yet in the next breath, he reappeared through his Substitute Paper Figure, severing all ties to his foe. But the dread in his chest remained.

Now he knew—this wasn’t Crimson Child’s Lair he faced, but the shackled evil god itself: Crimson Ruler.

“Damn it! Why has *its* consciousness broken free?”

…

Mu Lin’s fury mirrored Prince Liang’s panic elsewhere.

“The evil god… we’re doomed!” The prince slumped into his chair as the malevolent aura surged.

Fu Bo, however, stayed composed: “The Grave Lord designed this secret realm to bind it. Escape isn’t so simple. Even if it flees, the Grave Lord’s contingencies—”

“The Grave Lord’s *dead*,” Prince Liang interrupted weakly.

“True. But you’ll be protected.”

…

Chaos gripped both the VIP chamber and the tavern below, where clan elders argued:

“Recall our prodigies! They can’t face an evil god!”

Si Ye barked orders: “Contact Mu Lin! Tell him to abandon the Grave Lord’s secret realm—*run!*”

Though weakened, the evil god’s revival sparked terror. Even demon sect elders eyed exits—not from cowardice, but knowing Qi Practitioners stood no chance.

None believed Mu Lin could win.

…

Unaware of the panic, Mu Lin didn’t flee. Not from bravery, nor trapped—he’d glimpsed truth in the chaos.

The enemy’s mind wasn’t fully an evil god’s… not yet.

"…I am the Crimson Ruler, the king of all living things, the master of all creation. Every life in this world was hatched from me…"

Though he recited his titles and accomplishments, confusion lingered across his face.

Though deities are Eternal Immortals, death and the Grave Lord’s seal had hindered his revival. Yet Mu Lin observed the chanting gradually clearing the god’s clouded mind.

"Stop his chanting before full awakening!"

Mu Lin struck immediately.

"Charge!"

"Boom… roar…"

At his command, the Beiwai Army surged toward the Crimson Child. The deity’s aura had dwindled to nothingness after Mu Lin’s black river water corroded its power, leaving it vulnerable. Meanwhile, the spectral army stood at peak strength.

But soon Mu Lin faced unexpected resistance. Even half-conscious, the Crimson Child displayed terrifying combat abilities.

The Beiwai warriors – battle-hardened souls summoned from history with flawless teamwork – should have dominated any foe. They’d previously crushed the Crimson Child’s demonic legion effortlessly. Equipped with Soul Binding Chains and anti-hero tactics, they specialized in hunting powerful beings.

Yet now they faltered.

"Swish!"

The Crimson Child’s Lair shape-shifted from monstrous insectoid form into a three-headed, six-armed humanoid. Though weaker, it gained blinding speed.

"Slice!"

It tore through army ranks like crimson lightning. Seasoned soldiers fell like wheat before sickle – nearly a hundred Beiwai warriors vanished in moments.

"Master-level combat skills… just muscle memories…" Mu Lin muttered. "True to their nature – evil gods have no weaknesses."

"But their bodies are treasure troves." His gaze hardened. "Divinity merges with natural laws. Divine blood remakes flesh. Divine quality embodies cosmic authority – obtain it and soar beyond mortal limits… Killing this god would erase all bottlenecks in my High Mastery of Transformation."

Hunger burned in Mu Lin’s eyes as divine-slaying ambition surged.

"Gods die too. Gods bleed too. Slay this one, and everything divine becomes mine."