Chapter 283

Chapter 283: The Grave Lord Inheritance Emerges

Mu Lin felt his spirits lift as his cultivation realm advanced. While he strengthened his powers, time drifted by unnoticed.

Soon came the midnight hour when the Grave Lord inheritance would reveal itself.

"Hummm…"

The awakening didn’t happen under sunlight but in the darkest watch. Nor did it appear in some distant land—the phenomenon manifested right within Ping An Ancient County.

Mu Lin stood among the earliest to detect the disturbance.

"CRACK!"

Though not a high-level cultivator or esteemed master, his role as Ping An Ancient County’s City God gave him dominion over local spiritual veins. This connection let him glimpse hidden truths about the inheritance first.

What he discovered surprised him—the so-called Grave Lord’s tomb wasn’t mere burial grounds, but a secret realm existing between worlds. As midnight approached, Mu Lin’s senses revealed a vast, dreadful dimension rising from unfathomable depths toward the mortal plane.

The sheer scale of the emerging tomb made him gasp. Should this colossal structure fully merge with reality, all Yuzhou would face catastrophe—not just disrupted spiritual currents, but total corruption turning the region into lifeless wasteland.

Yet disaster was averted.

As the tomb ascended, the living world pushed back. This resistance kept most of the tomb at arm’s length, leaving only a small overlapping section near Ping An Ancient Street—the sole entry point.

"Move!"

The convergence zone shimmered with ghostly mirages. Some approached cautiously while others charged recklessly. Mu Lin however lingered outside, wrestling with an unexpected discovery.

Somehow, the overlapping tomb area registered as part of his domain. His City God authority could influence sections of the Grave Lord’s realm—an advantage with complications.

Currently just a County City God, Mu Lin needed decades to ascend to Governor City God status under normal circumstances. The tomb’s appearance offered shortcuts… and risks.

But now, a shortcut had appeared before Mu Lin.

By mastering the Grave Lord’s tomb, Mu Lin could attain not just the position of Governor City God, but even State City God or the capital’s City God.

He might even leap directly to the King of Hell’s throne.

Yet nothing in this world came without cost.

Heavy lies the crown.

The position of City God wasn’t something one could casually promote or control at will.

Take Mu Lin’s current County City God status. First, he’d forged a new path that caught the Will of Humanity’s attention, earning him an empty vessel (a blank divine quality) as starting point.

Then he poured vast amounts of human fortune into it, solidifying the County City God status into reality.

His strong soul and decent cultivation also helped him manage the City God duties without chaos.

Then there was the Yin Eight Sect of Ping An Ancient Street.

Their efforts in gathering and taming the local spiritual veins had been crucial too.

These advantages would become liabilities inside the Grave Lord’s tomb.

Countless spiritual veins lay there masterless and unrestricted.

Refining them could rocket Mu Lin to greatness.

But refining these veins proved treacherous.

This burial ground of deities seethed with demonic resentment that had poisoned the earth into forbidden wasteland.

Even outside the tomb, the Strange Powers already warped reality’s land and sky, making seasoned Qi Practitioners shiver.

Remember – every cultivator remaining here was formidable.

The tomb’s ability to affect them spoke volumes about its danger.

"My City God manifestation might get corrupted by these spiritual veins instead of controlling them…"

Local deities bound to tainted lands often twisted into evil versions. This fear had stayed Mu Lin’s hand.

After long hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth.

"Bigger storms mean bigger catches. Let’s gamble!"

But his City God manifestation didn’t charge in recklessly.

At his command, the manifestation stopped resisting the tomb’s forbidden power, instead drawing it into Ping An Ancient County and his City God Realm.

Mu Lin felt Ping An’s land dying as Strange Powers seeped in.

Reality cracked underfoot, fertile soil becoming stinking marshes.

The county’s spiritual veins darkened with malice. Left unchecked, this place would become cursed ground where even passing creatures turned monstrous.

"Wait – it’s already happening."

Mu Lin watched corrupted earth bulge as if something crawled beneath. Yet sensing revealed nothing.

Eerie.

But Mu Lin had bigger worries. As City God, the county was his body. The corruption invading his City God Realm showed clearly – black energy now coiled around his golden manifestation.

"Die…die…die…"

"Kneel…speak my name……"

Countless maddening whispers flooded his mind, demanding submission.

With a roar, blazing flames erupted from his manifestation – not purifying fire, but dominion’s glare from the Heart Lamp of Will.

"Make me submit? You’re pathetic!"

"You’re just failure’s remnant – carved up and drained weakling!"

"You exist to be controlled. Dominating me? Dream on!"