Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Inheriting the Divine Position and Rebuilding the Divine Body!

The earth was the cycle of hell.

The human realm belonged to the Lord of Mount Tai, who held the creative authority and the power of calamity.

The heavens were ruled by the Giant of Light, sovereign of the great sun and starlight.

Mu Lin’s vision of the Trinity had largely taken form.

Of course, a vision was just a vision. Without even considering the fusion of the Trinity, Mu Lin’s three divine positions currently only allowed the Lord of Mount Tai in the human realm—due to inheriting the divine position—to barely reach the level of a True God.

His Giant of Light had just crumbled to nothing.

The hellish cycle, meanwhile, had only reached the celestial practitioner stage, still far from True Godhood.

“Even the creative authority… I’ve only just begun to grasp it.”

……

The transfer of the divine position did not go awry. Whatever the Goddess of Life of the Celestial Spirit tribe had initially thought, once Mu Lin’s body carried the bloodline of the Celestial Spirits and transformed into the Celestial Spirit Giant of Light, she acknowledged him.

Thus, she willingly gave up her pure essence and quickly resolved to die—without her authority and divine position, her resistance to corruption plummeted, and she would soon fall. She wanted to end things swiftly.

Before departing, though, she warned Mu Lin:

“Be cautious. I was once fused with the divine position and its authority. Though I’ve tried my hardest to take all the corruption with me, remnants might remain. Stay vigilant.”

“I know.”

Yet after saying this, Mu Lin stopped the Goddess of Life from leaving and also halted Yue Ling, who had chosen death.

Yue Ling’s decision wasn’t born of despair… By showing the Celestial Spirits a possible future and merging their bloodline with his own, Mu Lin had made them see that serving him wasn’t shameful.

She sought death because, as a Demigod, she’d absorbed part of the corruption to protect her mother and people.

This corruption couldn’t be cleansed. Without death, she’d soon succumb to madness. The Goddess of Life faced the same fate. Though touched by Mu Lin’s intervention, she shook her head. “Don’t grieve. There’s no saving me. The Celestial Spirits’ future lies with you now.”

But Mu Lin disagreed.

“Hopeless? I don’t think so. Life itself is a miracle. To survive, it can unleash incredible power.”

He believed he could cure them. To him, their corruption was like a virus.

Living creatures—humans included—naturally developed resistance to viruses. Even without prior immunity, life evolved antibodies when threatened.

Smallpox, the Black Death, cholera—humanity had overcome countless plagues this way. Mu Lin trusted he could do the same.

“With my creative authority, I can create thousands of lifeforms and expose them to the corruption. Maybe some will develop antibodies.

If not, I’ll use my powers of life to sustain them while adding Purifying Light. The active genes and purifying power could forge antigens…”

Smallpox had been eradicated through such methods. Across two worlds and millions of species, Mu Lin saw high chances of success.

“If that fails, I’ll combine Predetermined Death, the decaying power of Heaven’s Funeral, and biological genes to create a new virus—fighting poison with poison.”

Mu Lin hadn’t forgotten how he’d once used the black river water’s power to combat Sin Salt. Using a highly aggressive virus to fight pollution now seemed logical—and likely to succeed.

Not wanting the two women to die, Mu Lin explained every detail. His clear reasoning made them realize… this might actually work.

Their expressions froze. No one wanted death, but staying alive would’ve turned them into evil ghosts or demons, forcing their earlier sacrifice. Now, realizing survival was possible, joy flooded them—until their faces twisted with unease.

Yue Ling especially glared at her mother, frustration plain. “You’ve wielded the powers of life for ages! How could you never try using other creatures against the pollution?”

“…Forgive me.” The Goddess of Life flushed crimson. Truthfully, she’d never considered it. Her divine body was supreme; if even she couldn’t resist, lesser beings stood no chance.

In a way, she wasn’t wrong. Without special aid, the corruption would’ve annihilated any life instantly—weak antibodies couldn’t oppose True God-level taint. But Mu Lin changed everything. By extending creatures’ lifespans with creation-energy, he bought time for antibodies to form. Even feeble ones could be amplified with his life-force, forging pollution-resistant genes or medicines. This was the true purpose of life’s power—something the Goddess had overlooked due to narrow thinking.

Life was paradoxical: mighty yet flawed, fragile yet remarkable.

Another reason for their discomfort struck them. Mu Lin’s calm demeanor revealed he’d known this solution long before.

He had. Upon gaining the powers of life, he’d recognized his growing immunity to corruption. But sharing this earlier would’ve doomed his goals. If the Celestial Spirit tribe solved their crisis, they’d never grant him divinity. Only now, with Spirit Smoke’s purified divine quality fused irreversibly into him, did he aid them—to clear karma and steady his heart of the Dao.

The women grasped his motives. Wisely, they avoided mentioning reclaiming the divine position, pleasing Mu Lin.

“Smart enough to yield when needed.” He nodded. “Otherwise, you’d have clung to power and doomed your people.”

Relinquishing godhood to die took rare resolve. “But your mercy earns mine.”

Cause and effect governed all—actions bred inevitable consequences.

Mu Lin’s first act with the powers of life? Creating thousands of soulless beings to battle pollution.

His second? Rebuilding the divine body.