Chapter 488

Chapter 488: Three Hundred Thousand Meters—The Vision of a Celestial Divine Body!

In the previous battle, Mu Lin’s Giant God of Light divine body had been battered mercilessly.

Yet his defeat wasn’t due to a flawed approach—he simply hadn’t been strong or large *enough*.

Thus, Mu Lin remained committed to the Giant God of Light path. He aimed to rely on sheer strength to prove his way, leveraging the powers of life and the full potential of his nuclear fusion furnace.

“A three thousand-meter body fighting a thirty-thousand-meter opponent? Getting beaten was inevitable. That I could even harass them proves my divine body’s superiority.”

“At thirty thousand meters versus thirty thousand meters? I’d fight them till the world crumbles!”

“And if my divine body reached three hundred thousand—no, three *million* meters? Those evil gods would be insects beneath my feet, crushed with a flick!”

Bigger meant mightier. Enough size, and nothing could stand in his way.

Guided by this philosophy, Mu Lin resolved to forge his divine body into a celestial-scale marvel.

But the road ahead was arduous.

“Energy, materials, and information—the three pillars of modern science.”

“To craft a divine body of celestial magnitude, all three must align.”

“Energy fuels modern science and animates the Giant God body. Nuclear fusion might suffice for now, but matter-antimatter engines… or blending divine power into the system…”

Mu Lin harbored no doubts about garnering worship.

A thirty-thousand-meter—or three hundred thousand-meter—Giant God body looming over the void would inspire awe. After all, he wasn’t the only one who equated size with supremacy.

Such devotion would fuel his divine power.

“For now, dual-core propulsion—nuclear fusion plus divine energy—should work.”

Materials posed another hurdle. Greater mass demanded sturdier substance; without it, his colossal form would shunder its own weight.

This explained why most deities capped their bodies at mere thousands of meters—lacking proper foundations, growth brought weakness.

But Mu Lin had solutions:

“Creative authority can forge ultra-resilient tendons and bones. I’ll etch formations into my divine body itself.”

Life’s powers were unmatched for shaping flesh. With them, a celestial-scale body wasn’t just possible—it was inevitable.

…

As for the third pillar, information? That meant control—a brain for the behemoth.

Mu Lin would fuel his expanding form with sheer mental might.

“As I grow, so too will my arrogance. That swelling pride will ignite the Flame of Arrogance, making me feel omnipotent.”

“Such boundless mental power could steer even this titanic body.”

“But why stop there? With creative authority, I’ll breed biological smart brains—living supercomputers to manage systems and run experiments.”

Gene-based biocomputers had shown promise in his past life. Now, he’d birth an entire race of them.

“Rebuilding my divine body. Engineering smart-brain organisms. Helping the Goddess of Life develop anti-corruption agents.”

“Claiming divinity seems to come with endless chores.”

…

Because these tasks could enhance his strength, Mu Lin willingly kept himself busy.

After a single grumble, he swiftly threw himself back into work.

As he labored, the cosmic void briefly fell silent.

Both Mu Lin and the opposing evil gods knew this peace was merely the calm before the storm.

A great clash would erupt within mere years.

Yet Mu Lin felt no urgency.

His growth had always been unmatched, but now with creative authority, it soared like winged flight.

His power swelled not daily, but with each passing breath – the newborn Giant God of Light feasted on nuclear fusion energy, expanding exponentially.

Such explosive growth let Mu Lin wait with ease.

"Let the evil gods fret. Within five years at most, I’ll crush everything before me."

The evil gods knew this truth too. Though the void appeared tranquil, hidden currents churned beneath.

Mu Lin sensed the brewing schemes but didn’t care to stop them.

All tricks and plots shrivel before absolute power.

With sufficient might, any conspiracy becomes kindling beneath his fist.

Wasting effort to counter enemies proved foolish – better to spend that time strengthening himself.

"You challengers scramble while I simply grow stronger."

…

Three days blurred past Mu Lin’s ceaseless work.

Though failing to complete his biological smart brains or cleanse the Goddess of Life’s pollution, progress came in two new ventures.

The first involved the Agricultural and Martial Corps.

Wars beyond the borders strangely benefited Tian Shi City.

Mu Lin’s presence had already elevated it to North Wilderness’ second city.

After his grand campaign purged the land’s evils, it became a pilgrimage site – youths seeking glory, commoners thanking their savior, merchants chasing Holy Salt profits from Mu Lin’s domains.

Only Tianwu City under True Lord Tianwu surpassed it… until recently.

Mu Lin’s ascension to divine status, known to masters though not ordinary people, equaled his standing to Tianwu’s lord.

Prestige and rare goods drew crowds, even masters paying respects to the True God while stocking Holy Salt.

Custom demanded Mu Lin greet these visitors personally – new gods should honor former teammates showing face.

Yet it was Zhang Hetian who received them.

"You old wraith! Where’s His Excellency Mu Lin…?!"

The masters initially dismissed Zhang Hetian until they noticed his gray hair darkening, his failing body reversing decay.

"You’re healed!"

"Not just healed – you’ve shed eight centuries!"

"Three thousand, actually," Master Hetian chuckled, savoring their shock. "Still regaining my prime."

As old rivals gaped, infinite emotions swirled within him.