Chapter 464 – When Killed, a Person Dies!

True experts often possess several life-saving techniques, whether it be rebirth, possession, or preparing spare bodies in advance.

Now, faced with too many enemies and unable to escape, the Insect Apostle believed that ending his own life early to avoid being sealed away was not a wrong choice.

However, that was true for others. For Mu Lin, who controlled death and could bestow Fated Death upon others, the Insect Apostle’s attempt to seek death was truly a path to self-destruction.

—As he charged into the Calamity Sun at Mu Lin’s fingertip and was incinerated to ashes by endless light and heat, Mu Lin unceremoniously injected Fated Death into his body, sealing the final coffin lid over his soul spirit.

“Actively seeking death? I’ll grant your wish!”

After killing the Insect Apostle, Mu Lin wasted no time and pursued the Night Demon.

To Mu Lin’s dismay, much like the Insect Apostle, upon realizing escape was impossible, the Night Demon ceased struggling and allowed the humans to end his life. However, his gaze toward the crowd was filled with extreme malice.

“Humans, you have exterminated my kin and destroyed our homeland. This matter will not end easily. Just wait—I will have my revenge. Your families, your friends, all of them will die!”

Amidst endless venomous curses, the Night Demon leader perished.

Similarly, an Apostle resembling a demonic swordsman also met his end.

Yet, while some died, others managed to escape.

The Nightmare leader, relying on his illusory nature, fled to safety.

…

While Mu Lin and the others pursued the Demonic Fiends, in a dark underground chamber, countless fungal mats and mucus covered the ground, and a massive ovary resembling a burial mound appeared within an underground cavern.

This was one of the resurrection contingencies prepared by the Insect Apostle. As long as his Main Body perished, the mark he left behind would activate this ovary, regrowing his body.

As the ovary absorbed energy to cultivate his new form, the newly awakened Insect Apostle cursed furiously.

“Bastards, damnable humans! You destroyed my most precious body. I will never let you go. Just wait—all of you will die, every single one of you… If I can’t defeat you head-on, can’t I at least harass you?”

Even while in the process of rebirth, he was already contemplating how to exact revenge upon humanity through malicious means.

However, in the midst of his scheming, his expression suddenly turned grave… a sense of crisis abruptly surged within his heart.

“This feeling… Could my contingency have been discovered?”

“Who did this?”

Faced with sudden danger, the Insect Apostle initially assumed the threat came from the outside world.

But soon, he realized something was amiss. An icy, bone-chilling aura of death erupted from the depths of his soul, seeking to drag him into eternal oblivion.

“?! !”

This crisis alerted the Insect Apostle to the impending danger.

Immediately, he struggled with all his might to resist the eruption of this deathly aura… but to no avail.

In his reborn state, he was at his weakest, with little strength to spare. Under such circumstances, the sudden outburst of deathly intent was something he simply could not withstand.

“Damn it!”

With a furious roar, he, who had just awakened, was once again plunged into oblivion.

It must be said that veteran Celestial Masters and Apostles truly possess an abundance of trump cards.

After one rebirth failed, the consciousness of the Insect Apostle stirred once more in another underground cavern.

However, its nightmare soon arrived as well.

The moment its consciousness awakened, the bone-chilling aura of death, like a nightmare, followed it like a shadow.

And after killing the previous consciousness, the aura of death had now grown stronger, more unstoppable.

“Bastard!”

“Mu Lin!”

“You deserve to die…”

Time and again, the Insect Apostle’s body continuously revived in various locations.

Yet, the moment it was reborn, the aura of death would follow like a shadow, completely obliterating the contingency it had left behind.

Although the Insect Apostle had prepared multiple methods of resurrection—in some places, it did not rely on ovaries but instead entrusted its soul spirit imprint to a great tree, using that special tree to nurture its body and nourish its soul spirit.

But it was futile. The vast and violent aura of death clung to it like a stubborn parasite, impossible to shake off.

Often, the moment it revived, the aura of death would arrive.

Even when it attempted to revive through temporal means, it still failed to be reborn.

—The infinite looping power of the Ouroboros ensured that the aura of death was forever embedded deep within the Insect Apostle’s consciousness and true spirit. Whether it fled underground or to the Extraterritorial, whether it existed in the present or the past, the power of the Ouroboros would eternally pursue it, solidifying death upon its being.

In places unknown to Mu Lin, the Insect Apostle attempted thirty-three methods of resurrection, all of which ended in failure.

After the thirty-third attempt, although it still had contingencies left, it could no longer activate them.

The aura of death, which had continuously killed it and accumulated over time, had grown to its peak, leaving the Insect Apostle with no chance of resurrection—its consciousness was utterly obliterated.

Sharing the same fate as the Insect Apostle was the Night Demon leader… as well as many demonic monsters and Evil Spirits of the Northern Wastelands.

Mu Lin’s strike, “Above Heaven and Below Earth, I Alone Am Worthy of Honor,” annihilated countless demonic monsters, Malevolent Ghosts, and Alien Realm Evil Spirits.

This single blow dealt a heavy blow to the demonic forces in the Northern Wastelands region.

However, despite the immense danger, initially, the various powerful Foreign Races and demonic Evil Spirits, while wary of Mu Lin, had not yet reached the point of trembling at the mere mention of his name.

Some leaders of the powerful races even harbored killing intent toward Mu Lin in their eyes.

“That Mu Lin poses too great a threat. He cannot be left alive. We must find a way to kill him!”

Their thoughts were not entirely born of arrogance.

Mu Lin’s existence had already threatened their own survival and the continuation of their races, compelling them to eliminate him.

Secondly, the sense of crisis was not felt by just one individual. Many demonic Foreign Races had sensed Mu Lin’s threat, and their leaders believed they could rally all the Alien Realm demonic forces of the Northern Wastelands.

With so many powerful beings and numerous races, the resources they could mobilize were immense. They could even summon the power of the Evil God to descend upon the mortal realm.

Under such circumstances, they still believed it was possible to kill Mu Lin.

Third, and most importantly, like the Insect Apostle and the Night Demon leader, these leaders of powerful Foreign Races had also prepared countless contingencies. Therefore, they believed that even if their assassination attempts failed, it would at most cost them some Mana or the loss of a single body.

Such losses were within their means to bear.

“If Mu Lin does not die, my heart will never find peace!”

On a mountain not too far from Nightmare Heaven, the leader of the Three-Eyed Clan, Mo Ang, gazed solemnly into the distance, his mind deep in thought.

Just as this leader was pondering how to contact others to jointly deal with Mu Lin, something shocking—even terrifying—occurred.

One of his guards rushed into the hall in a panic, urgently reporting a matter to him.

“Lord Mo Ang, it’s terrible! When the sun erupted in the distance, the Seventh Prince was leading a hunting party outside. He didn’t have time to take shelter in the Three-Saint God Barrier and was killed by the endless light and flames.”

Upon hearing of his son’s death, Mo Ang’s brow did furrow briefly, but he soon replied calmly, “If Shi’er is dead, then take him to be revived. I recall he has already shed six eyes.”

The Three-Eyed Clan is a peculiar race. Their third eye possesses endless wondrous uses—clairvoyance, farsight, exceptional dynamic vision, and even the ability to see the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the world with the naked eye.

Beyond these common abilities, the third eye of the Three-Eyed Clan can also detach.

These detached eyes retain the essence and imprint of the Three-Eyed Clan. If sufficient energy is provided and the main body dies, their third eye can be revived anew.

Because of this extraordinary ability, the Three-Eyed Clan also refers to itself as the Divine Race, the Holy Race.

At this moment, Leader Mo Ang did not consider his son’s death to be a significant matter.

However, just as he was dismissing it, the guard’s next words made his heart tighten.

“Reporting, Leader, we tried, but it was useless. Every time the Seventh Prince is revived, a surge of death erupts from his soul, killing him again… The Seventh Prince has already been revived three times and died three times. We dare not revive him again!”

“What did you say!”

Discovering that his son’s revival ability was ineffective, Mo Ang grew anxious.

This urgency stemmed partly from concern over his son’s impending death, but more so from anxiety and fear over the failure of the Three-Eyed Clan’s revival ability.

“Impossible! The revival ability of our Holy Race cannot fail!”

(End of Chapter)