Chapter 410 – Boundless Mana!

“Boom!”

As the avatar and symbol of the great sun, Haoyang’s power was overwhelmingly formidable.

Moreover, his strength was of the utmost yang and unyielding nature, giving a sense of indestructibility.

His avatar as the great sun, merely by existing, caused everything around him to move toward destruction.

And as the magnificent sun descended, it crashed down upon the barrier between the Yin-Yang Realms like a meteor.

“Rumble!”

The impact of this attack was far greater than that of the Chongming Bird.

Mu Lin could feel that under the scorching flames of the great sun, his Netherworld had begun to tremble.

In the Yang World, the earth of Water Moon City also shook incessantly, quickly drying up and cracking.

However, although the might of Haoyang’s avatar as the great sun was powerful, Mu Lin could still have stopped it if he had wished.

Yet, in the end, without much deliberation, Mu Lin allowed Haoyang to enter.

As the saying went, they were watching Mu Lin, hoping to claim his head in exchange for the Dragon Palace’s reward.

And Mu Lin, in turn, was watching their Divine Souls, preparing to use them to complete himself.

…

“Filthy world.”

The moment he entered the Netherworld, Haoyang frowned. As the avatar of the great sun and the symbol of the utmost yang in the world, he naturally favored a world of pure yang.

The very name “Netherworld” indicated its nature.

This completely opposite environment disgusted Haoyang, especially since the Netherworld was currently shrouded in “night,” further weakening his power.

However, the harsh environment only displeased Haoyang; it did not make him fearful.

“The weak complain about their environment; the strong make the world adapt to them.”

This was his belief, and this was how he acted.

“Purify everything with flames!”

After entering the Netherworld, he once again ignited his Mana.

“Boom!”

The burning of his Mana caused his avatar as the great sun to shine brightly and dazzlingly once more.

At the same time, endless light and heat radiated from his body.

In a normal world, this boundless light and heat would be enough to turn night into day and scorch the earth into barren land.

Due to the opposition of yin and yang, Haoyang’s utmost yang power was particularly lethal to yin energy and Evil Spirits. When entering a ghost city, he needed to do nothing more than stand in mid-air, relying on his light and heat to purify everything.

Now, he intended to do the same.

His inherent suppression of yin energy and Evil Spirits was also why Haoyang feared nothing from Mu Lin and dared to actively enter the Netherworld.

However, soon, something unexpected happened.

The endless light and flames he released by burning his Mana failed to completely tear apart the pitch-black night.

Instead, the deep night, like an abyss without light, rapidly devoured the light and flames he emitted.

This was the might of the Candle Dragon. The night brought by its closed eyes was not so easily dispelled.

Of course, the Candle Dragon was powerful, but as the avatar of the great sun, the Golden Crow was also immensely formidable. In some ways, the latter was among the world’s most supreme divine beasts, a natural-born sacred spirit.

In terms of innate talent, few among the myriad beings of this floating world could surpass it.

With only the Candle Dragon, Mu Lin could not suppress the Golden Crow’s radiance.

But what Mu Lin now commanded was not merely the Candle Dragon’s innate power.

The assistance from the Netherworld aside, the ability of Primordial Chaos Yuan Gang to assimilate all things, when combined with the pitch-black night, allowed Mu Lin’s darkness to assimilate everything.

Moreover, Divinity·Silence and Da Luo Vast Heaven Qi also harmonized well with the pitch-black night.

At this moment, they were being driven by Mu Lin, merging with the pitch-black night brought by the Candle Dragon.

The fusion of these three caused everything concealed by the pitch-black night to gradually undergo ‘Divine Concealment’ in silence.

Their forms gradually dimmed, and their sense of presence rapidly faded away.

Even the radiance of the sun continuously faded or was assimilated by the darkness.

“Hum!”

Thus, the boundless darkness surged toward the great sun like tidal waves. This pitch-black night sought to completely shroud the sun’s light, plunging everything in the Netherworld into darkness.

However, this scene infuriated Haoyang completely.

“To think of using the power of night against me—Mu Lin, you are far too arrogant.”

“Three Suns Manifest!”

With a furious roar, Haoyang’s figure suddenly split into three, and the auras of these three figures were surprisingly on par with one another.

In the next moment, all three figures simultaneously transformed into great suns.

“Boom!!”

Resonating with one another, the radiance of the three suns became six times brighter than the initial ‘sun.’

Then, this abruptly intensified and wildly erupting light and flames tore through the boundless pitch-black night like divine swords of creation, restoring light to the Netherworld.

Yet, Haoyang’s actions only made Mu Lin smile.

“Comparing Mana with me?”

“Haoyang, it is you who are truly arrogant!”

“Mana, surge forth!”

With these words, Mu Lin connected his Candle Dragon body located in the Netherworld’s Water Moon City with the Substitute Paper Figures in other places.

—It should be noted that in recent days, Mu Lin had captured many towns, strongholds, Spirit Mines, and Spirit Fields belonging to the East Sea King’s Manor.

After seizing these places, Mu Lin’s Substitute Paper Figures would not leave immediately.

He would categorize them based on the situation. If an area had only people but no Spirit Veins, Mu Lin would depart directly.

However, if there were Spirit Veins, Mu Lin would not withdraw.

He would open up Netherworld realms in the yin aspects of those areas and use the power of the Spirit Veins to sustain the existence of these Netherworld realms.

The benefit of this was that, due to the presence of Spirit Veins, these areas would not become a burden to Mu Lin. Instead, they could serve as backup sources of Spiritual Energy for him.

And now, the Spiritual Energy reserves from these dozens of locations were being utilized by Mu Lin.

“Boom!”

As he mobilized them, each Substitute Paper Figure acted like a water pump, continuously drawing Mana from the Spirit Veins and transmitting it into the Candle Dragon’s body.

Countless streams converged into a sea. This boundless Mana surged into the Candle Dragon’s body, causing towering waves to swell within Mu Lin’s Candle Dragon form.

To be honest, with dozens of Paper Figures supplying him alone, the incoming Mana was overwhelmingly furious.

For an ordinary Cultivator, such a violent influx of Mana would burst them apart in an extremely short time.

Fortunately, Mu Lin was no ordinary Cultivator.

Three hundred and sixty-five portions of Central Wuji Sha had laid for him the world’s most stable foundation, unshakable as Mount Tai.

Thus, even though the Mana surging from outside was raging beyond measure, Mu Lin, relying on his profound foundation, managed to withstand it all.

The next moment, this vast mana was channeled by Mu Lin into his own eyes.

“Hum…”

Great sound is faint, great form is formless… Driven by this boundless mana, the darkness summoned by Mu Lin produced no sound, yet its effects were utterly terrifying.

“…”

In utter silence, the endless radiance released by Haoyang’s avatar as the great sun was shrouded, devoured, and erased from existence by the pitch-black night.

Then, this boundless darkness, like an unstoppable wall of sighs, slowly yet inexorably pressed toward the three suns in the sky.

“Impossible!”

“Solar Flare Eruption!”

Naturally, Haoyang struggled throughout this process. He burned himself recklessly, making the light and flames he radiated even more scorching, violent, and dazzling.

Alas, it was all in vain.

Their innate talents might be equal, but the gap in mana was too vast.

Though Haoyang was strong, he was ultimately still in the Mortal Shedding stage.

Whereas Mu Lin, with the support of dozens of backup energy sources, could outlast even an Earth Immortal.

Thus, driven by boundless mana, the pitch-black night gradually shrouded everything.

The radiance of the great sun, and even the three suns themselves, were completely enveloped by the pitch-black night.

“It’s over.”

The Netherworld existed as its own realm, and now, this place was further shrouded by a night imbued with special mysteries. Under such circumstances, cultivators outside could not see the situation within the Netherworld or the Cycle of Despair.

However, though they could not see, the Chongming Bird near Haoyang could.

When it realized Haoyang’s light was being enveloped and obscured by darkness, its heart sank immediately.

It naturally understood that Haoyang’s abilities had not yet been fully revealed.

But it also knew one thing: as an avatar of the great sun, Haoyang’s greatest innate talent and ability was to transform into the sun, allowing light and flames to illuminate all realms.

Yet now, Haoyang’s greatest ability was being suppressed—utterly suppressed in a direct confrontation.

The Chongming Bird did not believe Haoyang’s other abilities could break through this boundless darkness.

And the next moment, something even more terrifying happened to the Chongming Bird.

After the night shrouded it, within that boundless darkness, it horrifyingly discovered that its mana and divine soul power were gradually falling dormant.

They became deathly still, difficult to mobilize.

The next moment, it further sensed that its deathly still mana and divine soul power were being assimilated by the power of the night.

And as its power grew dormant and vanished, it felt a chilling sensation that its very existence was gradually being erased.

“This night… devours people!”

“Remaining under this night for too long, my mana, my divine soul, and even my own existence will be etherealized into nothingness.”

At this point, the Chongming Bird was thoroughly terrified.

Especially when it realized that while it could still struggle somewhat, Azure Finch—whom it cherished most—had already seen her mana and divine soul gradually turn to nothingness. The Chongming Bird could no longer remain idle.

Left with no choice, it yielded to Mu Lin.

“Mu Lin, don’t kill Azure Finch. I am willing to submit.”

Then, recalling certain mysteries it had glimpsed earlier, it quickly added: “I know you can gain something by killing me.”

“But I believe that with just that Blade of Slaughter, it is absolutely impossible for you to strip away all of my Mana and divine powers.”

“Instead, if I submit, you will gain a capable subordinate.”

“A subordinate who can continue to grow and become stronger.”

(End of Chapter)