Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

Just as the Alliance members were fleeing in panic, and the human-headed dragon was in a daze.

On a high peak far off the edge of the battlefield, Lin Yu's gaze was fixed on the countless vengeful spirits that had sprung out when the monster's head exploded.

In the instant the skull shattered and the core temporarily freed itself, millions of imprisoned and tortured vengeful spirits wailed and surged out of the breach like a flood bursting its banks.

But they were quickly pulled back by the stronger suction force inside the dragon's body, and most of them were dragged back.

However, a very small number of vengeful spirits managed to escape the dragon's control and wreak havoc under the dim sky.

Lin Yu kept his Heavenly Eye open the entire time in order to see the battle in the distance clearly.

Within the Heavenly Eye's field of vision, Lin Yu could see that those vengeful spirits were clearly different from normal evil spirits. Although they appeared to have no consciousness, their entire bodies emanated eerie spiritual energy and resentment.

But through this outer shell, Lin Yu could clearly see that the human soul inside still existed, though it was as faint as a candle flame in the cold wind, it was indeed still firmly present.

Lin Yu could even see the numb, fearful, and desperate faces of these human souls.

In an instant, Lin Yu understood where the terrifying resentment beside the strange dragon came from.

Suddenly, several vengeful spirits flew towards Lin Yu's direction.

A sudden inspiration struck Lin Yu, and he acted without hesitation.

He circulated the Divine Fire Heart Sutra, and the heart fire emanated from his body, condensing into a pale golden flame palm in the void.

From a great distance, the hand precisely scooped up a relatively solid soul filled with resentment, then withdrew it in a flash.

The next moment, Lin Yu was back in the apartment behind him.

The pale golden heart-fire palm steadily cradled a violently struggling soul that emitted a dense, inky black aura.

The soul's appearance was blurred and indistinct; one could only sense the extreme pain, resentment, and despair contained within it.

Without Lin Yu's intervention, the statue of the [Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun] in the Daoist study sensed the approaching intense and pure evil aura and spontaneously emitted a gentle yet majestic radiance, rippling out like water and enveloping the soul.

"Sizzle... Ouch!"

Like a red-hot iron being plunged into ice water, the thick black mist on the surface of the soul quickly melted and evaporated, and the vengeful spirit emitted a shrill and inhuman howl.

The shriek was filled with resentment, madness, and the most vicious curses, but soon, under the vast and pure purifying power of the idol, the shriek quickly weakened, turning into a confused and painful whimper, and finally into an unbelievable, liberating...sobbing.

As the black mist dissipated, the soul of a middle-aged man with a haggard face, dressed in coarse linen clothes, typical of a commoner from the Qian Kingdom, was revealed.

The madness and turbidity in his eyes faded, and clarity returned, but they were still filled with fear and numbness.

He looked around blankly, and finally his gaze fell on the statue of the True Lord, which exuded an aura that made his soul tremble, yet was also incredibly reassuring.

For a full three seconds, the man's soul seemed to have found its only salvation. It suddenly prostrated itself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly before the statue, wailing and sobbing, its voice hoarse and broken, each word dripping with blood and tears:

"Gods! You are truly divine beings who have manifested your power! I beg you! I beg you to have mercy and save us! Save the people of Daqian! The emperor... the emperor is no longer the emperor, he has become a man-eating demon! My home... my Cuihua... my Gouwa... are all gone... all gone..."

His cries were intermittent and incoherent, yet they contained the most extreme suffering and the most humble and devout prayers in the world.

Soon, about ten seconds later.

The man's soul suddenly began to become transparent.

But his face no longer held resentment or pain, only complete liberation and a faint but real hope. He took one last deep look at the statue, as if to etch this scene of redemption into the depths of his soul, before his figure completely dissipated, turning into specks of shimmering light.

Just as he completely dissipated, an extremely pure milky-white stream of energy naturally formed and, as if drawn by an invisible force, flowed directly into the statue of the True Lord.

hum!

The statue seemed to tremble very slightly, and a faint but real warm white light flashed across the mysterious vertical eye-like pattern on its forehead before disappearing, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Yu watched the whole thing unfold. To be honest, he didn't understand what had happened, but it shouldn't be a bad thing, since it seemed that the True Monarch hadn't rejected the energy flow.

But at the same time, a clear and authoritative message, like a sudden awakening, was directly imprinted deep in Lin Yu's mind:

[Youngster, vanquish demons and monsters, and deliver the souls of the dead.]

Upon hearing this information, Lin Yu was initially taken aback, but he wasn't too afraid, because he vaguely saw a towering figure.

He was all too familiar with that figure.

But he immediately gave a wry smile, bowed respectfully to the statue of the True Lord, and said frankly, "True Lord, it is not that I am unwilling to slay demons and eliminate evil."

This beast was truly ferocious and extremely vicious.

"My meager cultivation, even with recent breakthroughs, wouldn't even be enough to fill its teeth."

As soon as he finished speaking, an even clearer piece of information emerged:

It's alright, I'll take care of it.

"You? Can you descend to the mortal realm...?"

Lin Yu was slightly surprised. If the True Lord could descend to the mortal realm and come to this game, that would naturally be the best outcome.

[Gather your wishes and help a wisp of my true spirit descend upon you.]

The True Lord's words were concise and to the point, and Lin Yu immediately understood what He meant. It should be to borrow His power and let a wisp of His true spirit enter his body to subdue demons and monsters.

but……

"Willpower?" Lin Yu pondered, his gaze involuntarily turning to the spot where the soul had vanished, and then to the statue that seemed slightly different from usual.

"Could it be that white mist from earlier?"

Indeed!

The message is brief and certain.

Lin Yu suddenly felt a toothache.

Collecting wish power? That sounds like something a temple charlatan would do to fool worshippers.

Moreover, where is he supposed to collect this power of will? Is he supposed to search the whole world for those surviving people who are struggling under the ravages of the evil dragons and make them pray to the statue of the True Lord?

This is too inefficient. Moreover, the Great Qian Dynasty is now engulfed in war and suffering. How many safe people and intact temples are there?

[Far away, yet right before your eyes!]

The True Lord's message was sent again.

Lin Yu was startled at first, and subconsciously looked around. Then he suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the apartment, and once again "looked" at the eerie dragon coiled in the far east, composed of countless wailing souls. His pupils suddenly contracted, and it felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind.

He got it.

That strange dragon itself is a huge, active "vein" of willpower!

Within its body, it imprisons, merges with, and torments billions of living souls.

These souls still retain their consciousness and endure endless pain and despair day and night. Their resentment and death energy are the source of the dragon's power.

But their deepest, most primal and essential desires are absolutely liberation, revenge, peace, and a plea to the supreme being who will end all this suffering.

Once these desires are fulfilled, the gratitude and prayers that instantly arise are the purest and most powerful "power of will".

As long as he can find a way to guide these "willing forces" to converge on the statue of the True Lord.

That should be enough for the True Lord to descend with his true spirit, manifest some of his power, and slay the evil dragon.

Lin Yu's heart pounded wildly, and his blood felt like it was on fire.

This plan is logically feasible.

But how can I guide those vengeful spirits to gather their power of will?

Purification like that?

Not very realistic.

After all, the statue of the True Lord cannot be taken out of the apartment, and the dragon cannot be stuffed into his apartment either. The statue of the True Lord cannot be purified if it is only outside.

I wonder if there are any other ways.

But at that moment, Zhenjun helped him again.

"You only need to find a way to enter that demon's body and borrow my divine power; I will take care of the rest."

Lin Yu vaguely sensed a hint of anger in Zhenjun's message.

It seems that the actions of the Great Qian Emperor have angered the True Lord, which explains why He intends to personally descend to the mortal realm.

Lin Yu felt much more at ease now, as he still had considerable trust and respect for Zhenjun.

From this perspective, things become simple.

He doesn't need to fight the human-headed dragon head-on; he just needs to find a way to get inside the strange dragon's body, which shouldn't be too difficult.

Although the risks remain significant, under the current circumstances, even a casual strike from that human-headed dragon could severely injure him.

But the rewards are unimaginable.

Leaving aside the rewards for defeating the Diamond-level Grimm Dragon, and the diamond-level items or skills that may drop, let's not talk about that for now.

Most importantly, after absorbing a massive amount of willpower, Lin Yu felt that the True Lord statue could definitely be upgraded.

After all, Lin Yu had only absorbed a trace of the power of will, yet he could still see the changes in the statue with his own eyes.

"Let's do it!" A resolute light flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, and an unprecedented sense of pride and fighting spirit surged into his heart.

Without further hesitation, he immediately began preparations.

Yes, he plans to go now.

After all, the human-headed dragon was still in a dazed state, and Lin Yu felt this was a good opportunity.

It's much better than it being lively and running around everywhere.

Of course, Lin Yu wouldn't just rush in headfirst; he still needed to make the necessary preparations.

Healing medicine, medicine to instantly restore mana, items to unleash potential in a short time... all kinds of pills and items were prepared in abundance.

He then carried with him all the items he had previously acquired through trading with other players, such as the [Substitute Puppet] and [Small Sky-Breaking Talisman], which he had obtained by spending a lot of game currency or other resources.

Needless to say, he brought all the pure spring water he had stockpiled during this period. Because of the upcoming major battle, most players had not been trading spring water, which gave Lin Yu a lot more spring water in his possession.

Although these things might not be useful, and even if they were, they might not be of much use, carrying them with him would at least give Lin Yu some sense of security, which is better than having nothing at all.

……

the other side.

Inside the Broken Soul Gorge, the remaining Alliance cultivators and players were fleeing in panic. The suffocating diamond-level pressure of the human-headed dragon was like a tangible boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts, and fear drove them to flee this land of death at all costs.

No one dared to turn around, and no one wanted to know what the monster who had roared "I have succeeded!" like a madman would do next.

The dragon with the human head remained unchanged.

He stood still like an idiot, shouting "I have succeeded!" as if he were a broken record.

However, amidst this chaos and despair, one figure went against the tide.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and pushed the Divine Fire Heart Sutra to its limit. Pure Yang Heart Fire flowed endlessly within his body, and a solid golden-red halo covered his body surface, allowing him to suppress his aura to the extreme.

Using the canyon's complex terrain and the pervasive, thick miasma, they silently approached the enormous, mountain-like, still-roaring, human-headed dragon.

The massive body of the human-headed dragon convulsed violently due to the internal conflict of forces. A huge, deep wound on its neck, previously inflicted by the Alliance's concentrated fire, was writhing violently. Countless buds of flesh and vengeful spirits tried to repair it, but it kept breaking apart due to the internal strife, and black, foul blood flowed down like a waterfall.

right here.

A glint flashed in Lin Yu's eyes. He watched the wound tear open again and activated [Spatial Leap] without hesitation.

His figure vanished instantly, and the next moment, he appeared like a ghost at the edge of that hideous wound.

The intense, foul, and deathly aura and the madness surged towards him like a tsunami, almost instantly overwhelming his mind and scorching his body.

"Heart Fire Protects the Body!" Lin Yu shouted, and his body shone with a golden-red aura. The pure yang heart fire and the evil resentment collided fiercely, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound, and the aura dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without the slightest hesitation, he plunged headfirst into the sticky, writhing wound that exuded endless pain and despair.

Upon entering the body of the strange dragon, it felt as if one had instantly fallen from the human world into the deepest hell.

All around were endless, twisted, wailing ghostly figures, densely packed together, forming the writhing "flesh and blood" of the monstrous dragon.

The thick, viscous resentment almost solidified, frantically squeezing and tearing at his protective inner fire.

Various chaotic and violent thoughts—the emperor's madness, the Buddha Mother's evil, the despair of billions of souls—were like billions of cold, poisonous needles, ignoring physical defenses, and frantically stabbing into his sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to assimilate and tear his consciousness apart.

As far as the eye could see, there were only distorted, groaning faces of pain and fragmented memories, with endless, mournful screams echoing in the air.

What he was stepping on was not a physical entity, but a swamp of writhing, vengeful spirits that kept writhing and trying to devour him and drag him into a deeper, darker mire.

"Ugh!" Lin Yu groaned, his face turning ashen, and blood even seeped from his seven orifices.

Even with the protection of his pure Yang Heart Fire and a mental attribute of 49 points, he felt like a small boat in a raging sea amidst the storm of consciousness and energy turbulence formed by the billions of vengeful souls within the diamond-level ghost dragon. His protective Heart Fire swayed violently, and he was in danger of being completely devoured and assimilated at any moment.

He gritted his teeth and frantically circulated the "Divine Fire Heart Sutra," pushing his heart fire to an unprecedented intensity. The golden-red light stubbornly propped up a small, relatively stable space.

With the protection of the True Lord statue and the purification of the pure spiritual spring, as well as his keen perception of energy flow through his [Heavenly Eye], he made a difficult advance towards the core area where the resentment was most concentrated and the energy conflict was most intense.

Every step forward felt like wading against a torrent of tons of mud and sand, the consumption of magical and mental energy was terrifying.

We can't afford to delay any longer! Otherwise, we'll be worn down and die here before we even find the core!

"Leverage resources!"

The moment he silently recited the mantra, a vast, majestic, and dignified divine power, seemingly emanating from the heavens above, descended with a thunderous roar, as if transcending the barriers of endless time and space.

This power, channeled through the statue in the apartment, bypassed the dragon's body's blockade and precisely poured into Lin Yu's body.

"Ho—!"

Lin Yu let out a low groan that he couldn't suppress, as if he had been reborn, and his aura suddenly changed dramatically.

A magnificent and dazzling golden divine light emanated from his body, gentle yet irresistible, like the rising sun, instantly washing away the thick darkness and resentment around him, purifying a peaceful place.

In his eyes, a pale golden, indifferent, and lofty divine light replaced the original color, and his gaze became like that of a deity in the clouds, calmly overlooking this abyss of suffering.

On the forehead, between the eyebrows, beneath the skin, a point of pure golden light shone, slowly cracking open and transforming into a majestic and sacred vertical eye outline.

Leveraging existing resources is now enabled.

Lin Yu calmly surveyed this chaotic space composed of endless pain and evil. As his gaze fell upon it, the vengeful spirits that rushed towards him seemed to have encountered their nemesis, letting out terrified screams and retreating in fear.

He slowly raised Lin Yu's hand, his fingertips radiating a warm yet supremely transformative and communicative power.

This radiance was not used for attack, but rather transformed into an invisible bridge, a guiding light, conveying a divine thought containing the meanings of "purification," "transcendence," "redemption," and "listening."

At first, there was a deathly silence, with only the instinctive, fearful howls of vengeful spirits.

Immediately following was the simultaneous, subtle throbbing of billions of souls.

It was as if, at the very bottom of an abyss of endless darkness, coldness, and despair, I saw a ray of real, warm light.

Those consciousnesses that had been covered up and suppressed to the extreme by cruel reality and endless pain, like seeds buried deep underground about to suffocate, began to awaken when they felt the sweet rain and sunlight.

Confusion… doubt… disbelief… tentative exploration… and then… a primal, intense torrent of desire, like a volcano that has been dormant for millennia suddenly erupting.

Liberation! Peace! Revenge! Redemption! A plea to the being who will end all this suffering.

The same desires of millions transcended individuals at this moment, creating resonance and achieving sublimation.

No longer a chaotic, conflicting cacophony of resentment, it transformed into an invisible yet vast and pure torrent—the power of will.

The most immense and purest power of will!

This torrent of aspiration did not dissipate, but was guided by the "True Lord," the sole "lighthouse," and attracted by the divine statue in the apartment that served as the source of coordinates, thus traversing space and rushing forth.

Inside the Taoist study in the apartment, the statue of [Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun] suddenly burst forth with unprecedentedly brilliant divine light, illuminating the entire room as if it were a divine kingdom.

The statue seemed to come alive, its entire body as smooth and warm as jade, radiating immense divine power.

The entire apartment was trembling slightly, as if it could not fully withstand the sudden influx of massive amounts of willpower.

At the same time, the vertical eye line on the statue's forehead suddenly opened as if it had truly awakened.

A golden beam of light, condensed to the point of being tangible, majestic and vast, containing supreme purification and judgment power, ignored the dual distance between the space and the body of the strange dragon, and shot out from the apartment in an instant, once again precisely pouring into the body of the strange dragon in the Fallen Dragon Abyss, completely overlapping with Lin Yu's figure.

"Buzz—!"

The divine light surrounding Lin Yu surged once more, and his aura rose at an incredible speed, instantly breaking through the platinum level and reaching an unimaginable level.

Although it was far from the true form of the True Lord descending, this wisp of true spirit received the blessing and infusion of a massive amount of willpower, and its power had already surpassed that of the Diamond level, radiating true divine majesty.

"Evil and wicked creatures bring chaos and suffering to the people; they deserve to be punished."

A calm yet majestic voice emanated from Lin Yu's mouth. Though not loud, it was like a decree from the heavens, clearly resounding throughout the entire space within the Ghost Dragon's body, even penetrating its form and echoing above the Fallen Dragon Abyss.

Outside, the emperor's head, which was laughing wildly and roaring, immersed in a twisted sense of accomplishment, suddenly froze.

Its ferocious smile froze on its enormous face.

The human-headed dragon clearly felt the terrifying, sacred power that suddenly appeared within its body, a power that made even its core tremble, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"No! Impossible! I have become a dragon! I am the chosen one of Heaven! I rule over all spirits! Who are you?! Get out!!" The emperor roared in shock and anger, his voice filled with disbelief, as he frantically tried to mobilize the power of the billions of vengeful spirits within him to suppress and obliterate this outsider.

But at this moment, it was horrified to discover that the billions of vengeful spirits within its body not only disobeyed its commands, but, under the illumination of the True Lord's divine light and the pull of the torrent of vows, unleashed deafening cries and supplications directed in perfect unison:

"Slay the demon!!!"

This wave of sound converged into a vast power of will, like boiling fuel, making the True Lord's spirit burn even more brilliantly, and his divine power even more intense.

"Hey——!"

The Golden Feathered Eagle, which had been obediently staying in the apartment, seemed to sense its master's transformation and call, and let out a clear, piercing cry.

Then, it actually broke through the spatial barrier on its own and appeared in this filthy place. It landed affectionately on Lin Yu's shoulder and gently rubbed his cheek with its increasingly hard beak that shimmered with a pale golden luster, its eagle eyes filled with curiosity.

In Lin Yu's (True Lord) indifferent and aloof gaze, a rare and almost imperceptible gentleness flashed. He raised his hand and gently stroked the increasingly magnificent feathers of the Golden Feather with his fingertips, his voice calm: "Little fellow, naughty. This place is filthy and not a place for you to stay for long."

"Please wait a moment, allow me to settle the karmic debts here."

His gaze then fell on the Demon Sword he was gripping tightly in his hand.

Sensing the eerie ghostly aura swirling around the sword, the countless vengeful spirits imprisoned within, and the poignant yet sinister moonlight, his sacred brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"The material of the sword blank is acceptable, but the method of refining it is heretical. It imprisons the soul and causes resentment to entangle the body, which is against the harmony of heaven and earth and is not the work of the righteous path."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a pure, brilliant divine light, containing supreme power of salvation and reshaping, was precisely injected into the sword.

Om-! ! !