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Chapter 869 Return to Peace, or Perhaps Desolation
The Soul-Breaking Blade, an indestructible divine weapon given to him by his own boss, actually emitted a buzzing sound and trembled, as if it was being squeezed and howled by "Lin Yi's" golden claws.

This is an artifact!

Even the fully recovered high-level god Lin You couldn't withstand this terrifying weapon. Not only could it not break through "Lin Yi's" defense, but it was also crushed like this by Lin Yi.

"Ah, not bad at all. A divine artifact made from mere waste is so durable. Sure enough, there are far too many who are limited in strength without being resurrected with their own bodies."

Upon hearing these words, Old Ghost felt a chill run down his spine.

Catching a divine artifact with bare hands and still complaining that the body he's currently using is too weak, just how terrifyingly powerful was the big shot who helped Lin Yi take over the account in his lifetime?

After saying these words, Lin Yi's right arm, which was gripping the Soul-Breaking Blade, rapidly swelled up, his entire arm filled with congested muscles, turning from red to purple.

boom!
A cloud of blood mist exploded on Lin Yi's right arm.

Subsequently, attracted by the materialized divine power, it attached itself to Lin Yi's right arm.

Lin Yi's body was indeed very powerful, the strength of a mage's body far exceeding that of a tank class of the same level. Even so, it still could not withstand the full power of Wuzhiqi's divine power.

"Weren't you just going to give me a way to revive? Why aren't you saying that now? Are you trying to play me for a fool?"

Wuzhiqi's icy tone was even colder than the turbulent currents of the Nine Netherworlds. Just hearing it drained the old ghost's power, leaving him too terrified to resist.

"Master, Master, I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to complete the mission from above. I can only fulfill the goal that Young Master gave me by bringing back the young lady's divine power. As for helping you to be resurrected, I really didn't lie to you. Give me a chance to live, and I'll take you to see my young master."

Did he fool Wuzhiqi once and still expect to be forgiven by him?

Can a great ancient god swallow this insult?

The force in his hand increased again, and the mournful cry of the Soul-Breaking Blade became even sharper, with dazzling light patterns even climbing up to the hilt.

"Why waste time talking so much nonsense? If you want me to believe you have the ability, then let your performance speak for itself."

Old Ghost watched in horror as a huge black vortex appeared above Lin Yi's head, and black mist rapidly gathered around Lin Yi, making his already terrifying aura even more frightening.

"Isn't this just a divine artifact forged from mere trash from the Nine Netherworlds? Lin Yi, with your strength, can't you destroy this garbage?"

After uttering those words, whether or not Lin Yi's body also sensed it, the combination with Wuzhiqi's divine power reached an even higher level. The divine artifact, which was almost invincible in the old ghost's eyes, was actually crushed into pieces in Lin Yi's hand and scattered in front of the old ghost.

The City of Ten Thousand Souls.

After taking the elixir, Qin Guang's strength underwent a qualitative leap. He guided every drop of the Nine Nether River that he attracted into his body, using that cold power to cleanse his body while also absorbing that cold power that ordinary people could not resist and making it his own.

He knew very well that there was a significant gap between himself and his father. Simply obtaining the abilities of the Undead Monarch from Lin You was not enough; he also needed to fully control the power of the Styx River in the Nine Netherworld. Otherwise, he would not be able to contend with his father.

But now, not only did he not receive his sister's undead monarch divine power, his natal artifact was also shattered.

The effect of being connected to the artifact's essence has finally taken effect.

The pain, like his heart being crushed, exploded in Qin Guang's chest. The metallic taste in his chest instantly surged to his throat, causing his already precarious state to collapse in an instant.

With his natal artifact destroyed, Qin Guang's divine power was instantly greatly reduced.

The divine power used to filter the Nine Nether River was shattered by the river's immense power, and the extreme cold energy invaded Qin Guang's body, turning his face ashen.

"Damn it, damn it! That useless old ghost, what, what exactly did he do?!"

When Qin Guang spoke, wisps of white mist seeped from his mouth. Sensing something was wrong, his personal guards immediately stepped forward and used their own divine power to try to help Qin Guang stabilize the power of the Nine Nether River within his body.

But how could they, mere lackeys, possibly accomplish this? "Young Master, hold on! The others are on their way!"

After so many years of preparation, Old Ghost made such a huge mistake when it came to implementation.

If he hadn't suffered a backlash, if he hadn't been impacted by the Nine Nether River, Qin Guang would have personally gone to the old ghost's side and taught him a good lesson.

Now, he is in a difficult situation and has no choice but to let the old ghost off the hook for the time being and deal with his own problems first.

With the Soul-Shattering Blade shattered, the old ghost had already guessed his fate.

Even if Wuzhiqi were to let him leave, he would still be tortured to death by Qin Guang after returning to the City of Ten Thousand Souls.

Therefore, the moment the Soul-Breaking Blade shattered, he lost the will to resist.

Since death is inevitable either way, it's better to die at the hands of the enemy.

Lin Yi's foot stepped on the old ghost's chest.

It made even the old man's beard difficult to bend.

"Tell me, where did Shakyamuni go? Where is his soul? Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."

Would an old ghost who has lost his will to live care about dying a painful death?
He forced a smile and looked Lin Yi in the eye as politely as possible.

"Heh, now you know to ask me? Don't worry, I'll tell you. That guy Shakya was completely devoured by the Nine Nether River half a month ago. Boss refined his soul. You want him to help you spread the information you want to spread throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths? Let me tell you, dream on!"

"The soul of Shakyamuni has long been completely refined by the boss. His unique skills will no longer be known to anyone in the Three Realms and Six Paths."

Wuzhiqi did not reply, but instead placed his hand on the head of Shakyamuni's body.

"Give me, get out!"

The black mist vortex in the sky, as if attracted by a magnetic force, rushed into the old ghost, which was the remains of Shakyamuni.

The moment the black mist struck Shakyamuni's body, the immense divine power, like a giant hammer, slammed into the old ghost's soul, shattering it completely.

Subsequently, Wuzhiqi successfully obtained Lao Gui's memories using Lin Yi's [Touch of Reincarnation].

Everything finally returned to calm.

Sensing that something was wrong, Xi Yue and Zi Yue quickly caught up with Lin Yi.

At that moment, neither of them spoke.

The divine power stored in the Soul-Breaking Blade scattered throughout the surrounding space.

Even the two of them could clearly sense Lin You's aura permeating the air.

The aura was still gradually dissipating.

Even though Lin Yi didn't say anything, the two women could guess what had just happened.

They didn't know what to say, and they knew they shouldn't speak at this moment.

(End of this chapter)