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"Ah~~~~!"

Yarman cried out in pain. He looked at his divine body and saw that his body, which was originally comparable to the size of a planetary system, was now only three-quarters of its original size. The remaining quarter had been completely disintegrated.

"You weren't killed?" The gray-robed wizard was even more shocked. He said with great interest, "You're even recovering, you've recovered more than half of it! I want to see how many times you can last!"

After saying that, he transformed into a giant star, and endless rays of light shot toward Yarman's divine body. Instantly, the starry mist above Yarman's divine body dissolved rapidly, just like ice and snow under the sun.

In just a few seconds, he would be completely erased.

Chapter 319: I Won't Run Away!

Feeling his body being rapidly disintegrated, Yarman slowly looked at the sun in space that was radiating golden light. His eyes were filled with helplessness. His opponent was simply too strong. He couldn't even withstand the force of the opponent's actions. The opponent hadn't even used any magic. He had only manifested his own laws in the real universe.

"...At most, fifty seconds left, right? Fifty seconds, and I'll be completely dismantled." Yarman murmured. At this critical moment, he was surprisingly calm, not nervous at all. "Spells, law runes, Tree of Life array—none of them will work. Sigh!"

A resolute glint flashed in the enormous eyes. "I still have to use that thing after all. I don't know what I'll become after using it, but it doesn't matter. Becoming anything is better than losing everything!"

As he spoke, he gently unlocked the chains of life laws that bound his flesh and blood, and at the same time, connected with the life river that he had begun to corrupt. Instantly, endless life energy poured into his body like a waterfall, providing inexhaustible life energy for his thirsty flesh and blood.

As his flesh and blood continued to grow, traces of flesh and blood soon filled Yarman's divine body. The flesh and blood he modified were slightly less aggressive, but greatly increased in inclusiveness and assimilation.

His divine body was quickly and completely assimilated by flesh and blood. The speed of assimilation exceeded Yarman's imagination. In just a few seconds, most of his divine body had been assimilated and he began to advance into his origin.

Upon sensing the flesh's desire to enter his origin, Yarman granted its request without hesitation. The reason was simple: at the very moment the flesh had assimilated most of his divine body, the sun shining directly on him from space was no longer able to completely dismantle him.

The speed at which his divine body was recovering reached a balance with the speed at which the solar rays were deconstructing it; in fact, his recovery speed was even faster than the deconstruction speed. His divine body was slowly growing back in size, and the eerie starry mist and dark matter tentacles were gradually being reconstructed and restored.

As flesh and blood seeped into his body, Yarman slowly looked up at the stars in space. "Four minutes left. If we can hold on for four minutes, we'll win!"

As Yarman stared at the sun, the gray-robed wizard inside the sun also looked at Yarman in surprise. He had thought that Yarman would be completely deconstructed under the sun, which was the manifestation of his laws, but he did not expect that Yarman would have a backup plan and managed to withstand his deconstruction rays and continue to fight against him.

"What a miracle! You're still alive! You truly deserve to be called a great sage who cultivates the path of life!" The gray-robed wizard couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The person in front of him was as tenacious as a cockroach, seemingly impossible to kill. "But that makes sense, otherwise how could you have completely corrupted the great sage of life in my realm?"

"..."

"Don't even think about it, he's already dead. The deconstruction ray only took a nanosecond to deconstruct his origin. He didn't even realize he was dead before he died. It was a very easy way to die."

"..."

"Now, it's your turn!"

A fierce glint flashed in the grey-robed wizard's eyes. He would no longer hold back. The golden sun's light grew even hotter, illuminating the entire Wizarding World with its endless radiance. Countless massive celestial structures disappeared under the light, and Yarman, who was facing the sun directly, was no exception.

Enduring the radiance that threatened to ignite him instantly, Yarman fought desperately, but his divine body was irreversibly deconstructed, and even his flesh and blood, which were like veins spread across the starry mist, were deconstructed into a clean atomic state.

"Assimilation is finally complete! Let's see if we can hold them off!" Yarman glanced briefly at the interior of the source, looking at the flesh and blood that had merged with the Tree of Life array. "It's a desperate gamble!"

He began to devour the corrupted energy of the River of Life with all his might. The flesh and blood that merged with the Tree of Life array became increasingly bizarre. Relying on the life energy absorbed by Yarman, it began to multiply wildly.

Although it was still struggling against the sun, it began to have some power to resist. The deconstruction of the divine body stopped again, and flesh mixed with laws frantically filled the deconstructed parts.

Combined with the infinitely mutable nature of Yarman's origin and absolute magical comprehension, the flesh and blood began to constantly adjust its own structure and law ratio according to the current situation, slowly adapting to the deconstructive radiance containing magical power, and even began to reverse-decipher the magic and laws contained in the radiance.

Even so, Yarman's condition was still not good. The gray-robed wizard's laws were too pure, purely deconstructing everything without any impurities from other directions. One law could break through all laws, and no one could stop him in this specialized field.

In addition, given the other party's other identity as a world administrator, the energy he can draw from the River of Life is decreasing and can now be almost negligible. Under such circumstances, if he wants to continue fighting, he can only choose to use his inner life energy, which, simply put, means burning himself.

Silently calculating how much longer his inner world could burn, Yarman sighed softly, "[Letania curse], this time I'm really doomed. Three minutes and thirty-five seconds left, I can only burn for three minutes and twenty-three seconds, twelve seconds left... maybe more, what am I going to do?"

Then he stopped speaking. The sun's rays were too intense, and he no longer had the strength to speak. He used all his remaining strength to help his flesh and blood fight against the light.

Time passed indefinitely, and the sun in space emitted thunderous sounds. "Truly remarkable! I went all out, and you were able to hold out for a full three minutes. Even the great world that I personally deconstructed couldn't withstand three minutes under my law-based star!"

"However... you are about to die too. Tell me your name, Great Sage of Life from another world."

"..."

Looking at Yarman below, now reduced to just a giant eyeball and an eye ring, the grey-robed wizard shook his head. "It seems you're speechless. Never mind, I'll ask someone else after you die."

Yarman ignored the rambling wizard. He was gathering his last bit of power. His inner world had been burned away, and his flesh and blood had exhausted all their resources. Now, his physical form was just an empty shell, forcibly propped up by laws, magical energy, and spiritual power.

In the end, it still didn't work. Oh well, I can hold him off for another five seconds. If I can hold him off, Mostima still has a chance to escape.

A thought flashed through Yarman's mind. He squeezed out the little mental energy he had left and sent the information about his escape and a travel ticket to the Great World of Reincarnation to Mostima.

The instant he sent the message, the eye ring in front of his eyeball was instantly annihilated by the scorching light. His core lost its last protective barrier and was directly exposed to the power of the light.

The moment the two came into contact, the surface of the eyeball was completely dismantled, revealing the hideous and twisted flesh barrier beneath. In just two seconds, the flesh barrier was also annihilated in the radiance along with the surface, and Yarman's dazzling, emerald-green transparent core, as brilliant as a starry sea, was exposed in space.

It's over. It's a pity that I didn't get to see Terra become a Cthulhu-like world, and I didn't get to spend more time with Mordred.

Just as Yarman was awaiting his death, a blue figure stood in front of his core, blocking the radiance that was about to completely engulf and erase him.

"……you……"

“I told you, if the world is destroyed, I will sink into the void with you.” Mostima turned his head slightly, looked at the trembling core behind him, and revealed a bright smile. “I won’t run away.”

Chapter 320: How to Revive at a Low Price and High Quality

Seeing Mostima standing in front of him, struggling to hold on, Yarman didn't hesitate to burn his last bit of essence, transferring all his energy to Mostima.

"Yalman, you're doing this..."

"Don't worry, I won't die." Yarman continued to communicate with her using his mental power. "You're traveling in the direction of time and space, and your strength is so much weaker than his. You definitely can't withstand it. I'll help you. It's only for fifteen seconds. My essence can still sustain me for this period of time."

"But……"

"Believe me."

“Okay!” Mostima nodded without hesitation upon hearing his words and began to accept the energy released by Yarman’s burning source. The moment the energy entered her body, a gentle yet immense life force instantly swept over every corner of her body, providing her with boundless power.

Seeing yet another person blocking his way, the gray-robed wizard finally grew anxious. If this continued, the spacetime tunnel would truly be successfully built, and the Wizarding World would officially connect with the other world!

But it was too late to start panicking now. A powerful Outer God burning his own essence to support another powerful Outer God—there was no way the Grey Wizard could resolve such a combination in a dozen seconds.

"Ahhhh! Damn it!" the gray-robed wizard roared in vain. The two of them were like a small boat in a stormy sea. No matter how the wind and waves raged, they could not be completely defeated.

Fifteen seconds passed quickly, and the gray-robed wizard still failed to completely annihilate the two. Looking at the terrifying and eerie aura coming from the passage, he glared resentfully at the two people blocking his way. The spacetime passage had already taken shape, and the powerful figure on the other side was about to arrive. The die was cast.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the grey-robed wizard unleashed a deconstruction ray imbued with terrifying sorcery, intending to finish off the exhausted Mostima in one blow. As for Yarman, he had burned away to the point of being reduced to a mere glass-sized crystal of primordial essence in order to shield Mostima from the radiance, and it was clear from his appearance that he was beyond saving.

Seeing the terrifying rays shooting from the star, Mostima subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to cast a defensive spell with his staff, only to be shocked to find that his staff had somehow been reduced to just a handle.

Mostima tossed aside the broken handle in her hand and smiled with relief. It seemed that the two of them were destined to perish here together, but she could accept this outcome.

"That was close! Luckily I set off a little earlier! Come here!"

A playful voice came from the spacetime tunnel, and an invisible spiritual force spread throughout the entire Wizarding World, stirring up waves of laws in the real universe. The radiance emitted by the gray-robed wizard also silently dissipated into the void under the influence of the spiritual force.

At the same time, a wisp of mental energy brought Yarman, who was now only the size of a glass ball, and Mostima, who was completely exhausted, to the vicinity of the space-time tunnel. "Luckily I arrived in time, otherwise you two would really be dead. If you two had died here together, Nicholas would probably have gone crazy."

Nyarlathotep looked at the two people in his hands and sighed with lingering fear. He knew how much Nicholas valued these two, especially Yarman, whom he was raising as his own son, heir, and future hope. If they died here, he really didn't know what would happen.

However, given that Yarman is now only the size of a glass ball, it seems no different from being dead. Mostima next to him is in a similar state; in normal condition, he won't recover for another one or two hundred million years.

Nyarlathotep casually channeled a stream of pure spiritual energy into the glass bead, then looked at Mostima beside him, "You guys go back first, go find his mother, see if there's any way. Anyway, I don't have any solutions. At most, I can only stabilize the soul that's on the verge of collapse."

"Don't worry, this time it's me and Yog who will go, and Nicholas will stay behind. Just go back to the Pantheon to find Him."

As he spoke, He looked at the last remaining allied Outer God in the starry sky and waved his hand, "Can you still move? If you can, you can leave now and go back to the Pantheon."

Looking at the glass bead placed in his hand, Mostima nodded silently, turned around and entered the space-time tunnel. The other god of the spiritual side also silently walked into the space-time tunnel.

Nyarlathotep looked at the sun in the sky and said with a grin, "What are you looking at? Still thinking about killing them both? Let me tell you the truth, you can't kill them both. And one more thing, your world is about to be destroyed, and you're going to die too. How do you feel about that?"

"...Hmph, you think you can kill me?"

“One of me is definitely not enough. How about adding another one?” Nyarlathotep looked at the Time-Space Gateway behind him, watching the giant bubble slowly emerging from it. “Are the two of us enough?”

…………

The Cthulhu Universe, the Pantheon.

"Mostima? What happened to you? Where is Yarman?" Nicholas looked at the lifeless Mostima and a sense of foreboding flashed through her mind. She swept her spiritual power and immediately sensed a familiar, tiny, candle-like aura in her palm.

Mostima silently stretched out her hand, opened her palm, revealing a bright green glass ball. "This is Yarman. He was burned to nothing but this while trying to hold off the administrators of the Wizarding World."

"then you……"

"I was burned like this so that he could still have some of his essence to revive."

Seated on her throne, Nicholas silently gazed at Mostima below. After a long while, she finally let out a sigh of relief and casually released a burst of life energy to restore Mostima's damaged essence. "You go and rest first. Yarman... leave him to me. I'll see what to do."

After sending Mostima into the temple, Nicholas held the glass ball in her hand, looked up slightly at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, she lowered her head and said, "Should we try to kill a few Outer Gods, melt them down, and then graft them onto them? But that's not good either; their essence is not worthy of my son."

"It's better than..."

Nicholas seemed to have thought of something. He stood up, summoned Mostima who was still resting, and pulled her away from the temple.

The next second, the two appeared in the Realm of Life. Nicholas pulled Mostima to a towering ancient tree, casually cut a slit in it, and stuffed the bewildered Mostima into the tree.

"Rest well inside. By the time you recover, Yarman should be resurrected."

After saying that, Nicholas casually cast a spell, completely locking the tree shut. She then turned and left the ancient tree, flying towards the center of the world, occasionally grabbing some strange creatures from within.

Nicholas smelted and condensed all the selected creatures together, carefully shaping a physical body. Although the body's functions were not even at the level of a Dominator, its potential was almost limitless.

Nicholas breathed a sigh of relief as she inserted the glass ball into the body and looked at the flesh that had gained some semblance of spirit. "I hope you can wake up soon, my child."

She planned to give Yarman a second chance at life. It was impossible to recover from that state, but it would be very simple to reshape a body and live again. Moreover, given Yarman's original level, it would only take a few years to return to the Outer God realm, and at most no more than ten years.

This is a cost-effective way to revive someone.

Volume 6

Chapter 322: Why do you all have to be so eager to die?

Holding the star map given to him by Samsara, Yarman sat in a bungalow, slowly examining the star map and noting down the points of interest on a piece of white paper beside him.

After filling most of the blank sheet of paper with his writing, he stopped writing and looked at the contents. "That's enough to see this many places on this planet. After that, I can prepare to go to the next planet. Five years... Sigh, I've been too boastful. This time is a bit rushed. I won't be able to see the whole world."

He tucked the star map and the blank paper into his pocket, then got up and left the room, heading towards his first destination: the ruins of the Five Elements Dao Palace, a famous cultivation sect on this planet. He wanted to see what legacies this recently destroyed sect still had left behind.

As for why he wanted to search through the legacy, it was naturally because he wanted to try it out for himself. Just as you have to pick a pear and take a bite to know if it's sweet, you also need to personally experience the cultivation methods of this world to compare your own cultivation with that of this world.

Perfect timing! His body is a blank slate right now, making it ideal for a control experiment!

The reason why Samsara wasn't allowed to prepare a copy for him directly was quite simple: Samsara, that money-grubbing bastard, charged extra for providing cultivation methods. When asked to prepare a basic cultivation method, he actually dared to quote ten million units of world origin.

Upon hearing the price, Yarman immediately abandoned the idea of ​​having him help him develop cultivation methods. A basic cultivation method cost ten million World Origin Points; with that spare money, he might as well buy a legendary-level mech suit.

Relying on his legendary physical abilities, Yarman sped out of the city and headed towards the ruins of the Five Elements Palace, which was 500 kilometers away from his city. He arrived there in just a few minutes.

Standing before the gate, now a ruin of rubble, Yarman gracefully avoided the scattered stones and walked along the broken stone steps toward the interior of the palace.

"But then again, these people have good taste. The location they chose for this sect is really good." Yarman strolled along, casually commenting on the ruins that had been ravaged, and observing the shattered mountains around him. "Sigh, these perfectly good mountain ranges have been cut down like this, what a tragedy!"

Commenting on the journey, they arrived at the true location of the Dao Palace. Looking at the vast complex of buildings that had been reduced to ruins, Yarman carefully observed the ruins before him, trying to discern where each place was.

“That should be a vegetable garden, right? This should be… a training ground? That place is so big, with so many stones and scraps, it should be the main hall, right? That octagonal building… should be the library?” Yarman tried his best to reconstruct the ruins in front of him based on the layout of sect buildings in the cultivation world.

After drawing a rough conclusion, Yarman immediately ran towards the library. He thought that even if the invaders were all rats, there must have been something useful left in such a large library.

But when he actually arrived at the library, he realized that he had been careless.

"Good heavens, they even took the stone slabs from the walls!" Yarman stared in disbelief at the library, now reduced to a pile of rotten wood, shaking his head in astonishment. "Why didn't they just move the entire library?"

Yarman glanced at the empty library, shook his head helplessly, suddenly paused, then smiled contemptuously and turned to walk towards the main hall as if nothing had happened.

"[Letanian profanity] This is a locust swarm!" Yarman walked out of the main hall in disappointment. He had found nothing in the two places he had placed high hopes on, and he was a little discouraged.

Wandering aimlessly through the ruins of the Five Elements Dao Palace, he unknowingly arrived at the disciples' dormitory. Glancing over the messy dormitory area, he walked a short distance inside and came to a dormitory that looked better.

He casually pushed open the door, fanned himself with his hand to brush away the dust that rushed towards him, and slowly walked into the dormitory room in front of him.

The dormitory was decorated in a rather luxurious way, but it was very messy. The structure of the walls was also unstable. Most of the valuables had been taken away, and what was left were mostly useless things.

While doing Brownian motion in the dormitory, Yarman wandered around, casually searching for useful things in the room. Soon, he noticed a bookshelf and several books on it.

He walked slowly forward, took down several dusty books, brushed off the dust, and gently turned to the first page. "Let me see... This is... the Five Elements Body Refining Technique? Wait a minute..." Yarman flipped through a few more pages and looked at them carefully. "This is the basic cultivation method of the Five Elements Dao Palace!"

Looking at the book in front of him, Yarman happily put it into his pocket, then opened the second book, glanced at it casually, and threw it aside. "The history of the establishment of the Five Elements Dao Palace, the Five Elements Dao Palace has become history."

"Then what's this one? Let me see... Five Hundred Commonly Used Knowledge of Cultivation, Collector's Edition, that'll do." Yarman shrugged, put the book with the rather unusual naming into his pocket, looked at the remaining books, and after confirming that they were all useless, turned and left the dormitory.

As he walked, Yarman muttered to himself, "Who would have thought that the basic cultivation techniques that couldn't be found in the library could actually be found in the disciples' dormitory? The disciples here are really diligent; they don't forget to cultivate even when they're back in their dormitories."

As he walked to the training ground, Yarman stopped and looked around, saying loudly, "Gentlemen, can we come out now? You've been following me for so long, I'm about to go back down the mountain, do you still want to follow me?"

Five men wielding various weapons suddenly appeared in the training ground, surrounding Yarman. One of them, holding a long sword, grinned and said, "Boy, hand over what you're carrying!"

Looking at the group surrounding him, Yarman shook his head. He could tell that these five were all powerful wizards, and their strength was quite good among their peers. But if he wanted to make a move... a minute would be enough.

However, he didn't want to kill these five people. Their life essence was too complex, and it would be too troublesome to cleanse and consume them. More importantly, he had to pay people to kill people in this world.

According to the theory of reincarnation, all the energy he absorbs and all the resources he consumes here will be recorded on the bill, and the debt will be settled with him all at once when he finally returns to the Outer God level.

If he kills these five people, he will have to pay the five Grand Wizard-level experts, but according to his eating habits, he will only consume the life essence of a Grand Wizard at most in the end, thus losing the life essence of four Grand Wizards.