Chapter 1293

Without surprise, it was also dead; what he saw now was merely its corpse.

After hundreds of millions of years, the corpse showed no signs of decay, remaining there as vibrant as blood.

This flower was exactly the same as the flower bud Lin Moyu had first encountered, only much larger.

The flower bud could be seen as its infancy, whereas this flower had reached adulthood and was in full bloom.

Its strength and realm had reached a level beyond Lin Moyu's imagination.

At least the Paramita Realm, perhaps even beyond.

The petals were layered one upon another, with quite a few wounds on them; some petals were nearly severed.

Such a tall flower, thousands of meters high, also bore the powerful gravitational pull of the Tulu land.

However, this pull was as good as non-existent to it.

Its strength was too immense, so immense that even its corpse was incredibly terrifying, completely ignoring the gravitational pull.

Lin Moyu knew he couldn't possibly fly up there; a height of several thousand meters was not something he could reach.

And even if he could fly, he wouldn't dare to go up.

Even that strange tree had left behind a terrifying Curse; how could this obviously stronger flower not leave one behind?

Lin Moyu simply stood tens of thousands of meters away, taking a wide detour around it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. It was always windy on the plains, so this wasn't strange.

But this time, the wind was a bit different.

Along with the gentle breeze, a blue light suddenly lit up above Lin Moyu's head.

The Curse had descended!

His thoughts instantly became chaotic, and an uncontrollable wave of despair toward life and suicidal urges spread rapidly.

Lin Moyu strained to gather his will to sever these thoughts that shouldn't exist.

In an instant, he recalled his past, thinking of his beloved wife, his elder sister, and one beautiful memory after another.

The fire of hope blazed within his heart and soul, dispelling the inappropriate pessimism.

Finally, those feelings of despair were gradually swept away.

Half a second later, [Status Immunity] was triggered, and an invisible force washed through his Soul World, wiping away all pessimism.

Compared to the previous two times, Lin Moyu was extremely calm and composed this time.

After recovering from the Curse, Lin Moyu looked at the blood-colored flower ten thousand meters away.

"How could there be a Curse here?!"

"The power of the Curse doesn't seem very strong. Is it because of the distance?"

"But how was the Curse triggered?"

Lin Moyu's gaze was like lightning as he searched for all possible triggers for the Curse.

Finally, he made a discovery.

This part of the plain was different from other places.

He saw a very thin layer of grass growing on the plain not far away. It looked like grass, but also resembled moss.

It was an extremely thin layer, and its color was so close to the earth that he hadn't noticed it earlier.

Walking across hundreds of millions of miles of plains, the unchanging terrain had caused him to overlook the existence of the moss.

On top of the moss, there were some tiny pollen grains.

The pollen was incredibly small and scattered. It was invisible to the naked eye, even if he strained his vision to the limit.

It was the same when using soul perception; the pollen was as if it didn't exist.

Only Undead Vision could see the pollen. Grains of pollen even smaller than dust danced in the air with the wind.

The closer one got to the flower, the greater the quantity of pollen.

However, most of the pollen was concentrated within a ten-thousand-meter radius of the flower, with only a tiny amount drifting beyond that range.

The wind just now had carried the pollen, and a single grain had landed on him, triggering the Curse.

But because the pollen was so tiny, the Curse it triggered was not very powerful.

Even without [Status Immunity], he would have been able to endure it.

Lin Moyu estimated in his mind that if one's will was firm enough, they would only need a third-grade high-rank soul quality to have a chance of enduring it.

And for most high-rank God King Realm cultivators, their soul quality had already reached the third-grade high-rank.

The issue still lay with one's will. Under the intense impact of the Curse, one's life would plunge into deep despair.

If one's will was not firm enough, they would follow the direction of the Curse and ultimately meet their demise.

This was a mental-type Curse, possessing a strong power of bewitchment and guidance.

"The three people who were cursed and managed to return alive must have been afflicted by this mental Curse."

"Without a firm enough will, their minds eventually collapsed, and their souls were annihilated."

"Unless their intelligence was wiped out, but the Curse penetrates deep into the soul and corrodes consciousness, becoming part of the subconscious. Wiping out their intelligence might not even work."

Curses were a terrifying form of attack, and the Tulu Race, who excelled in them, was likewise a terrifying race.

No wonder they could rule this entire world, which only further highlighted how terrifying that Mysterious Master was.

Another gust of wind blew, kicking up quite a lot of pollen. Lin Moyu almost instinctively retreated rapidly.

But after taking only a few steps back, he suddenly stopped.

Within his Soul World, after clearing all the Curse power, Lin Moyu suddenly realized that his soul seemed to have grown a sliver stronger.

His soul had long reached the peak of the fourth grade, Jade Soul Birthing Purple.

But for a long time after that, there had been no changes at all.

His cultivation had risen all the way from True God to God King, and his physical body had also reached the God King Realm, yet his soul had shown no progress whatsoever.

In the eyes of others, Lin Moyu's soul was already extremely powerful, even clearing the path to the Paramita Realm.

It was precisely because of this that Zhu Qiwu highly valued Lin Moyu, believing he had a promising future.

In Zhu Qiwu's eyes, Lin Moyu's soul was already perfect.

Even his own was merely on par.

But in Lin Moyu's eyes, his soul had not improved for a long time, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied.

Previously, when he suffered the Curse of the strange tree, he had almost died.

If his soul could have been a bit stronger, breaking through the fourth grade to the fifth grade, he probably wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

Now, Lin Moyu suddenly discovered that his soul had actually strengthened by a fraction, and a wave of pure joy instantly surged in his heart.

"Contending with the Curse is equivalent to tempering my consciousness and cultivating my soul."

"It shares the same principle as using the flash star and flash fire to cultivate the physical body."

He had finally found a way to cultivate and elevate his soul.

Lin Moyu's eyes shone brightly. A flash of light passed by his side, and Buddhist chanting suddenly echoed.

The Buddha Kingdom Lich appeared beside him, its Buddhist chants echoing across the vast plain.

With the help of the Buddha Kingdom Lich, Lin Moyu cast the Truth-Peering Technique.

The Truth-Peering Technique channeled the Law of Fate, stirring ripples and capturing fragments from numerous future possibilities, feeding them back into Lin Moyu's mind.

Lin Moyu saw a certain possibility of the future, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up; his idea was feasible.

Instead of retreating, Lin Moyu advanced against the wind.

He wanted to come into contact with the pollen, endure the Curse, and then fight against it, using the pollen Curse to elevate his soul.

Chapter 1450: The Future Seen by the Truth-Peering Technique

Lin Moyu wouldn't rush forward mindlessly; tempering also required a step-by-step process, going from easy to difficult, bit by bit.

He was cultivating, not seeking death.

Facing the wind, he switched to Undead Vision and actively made contact with a single grain of pollen.

A blue light shone above his head, and the Curse descended!

His thoughts once again fell into chaos, and feelings of pessimism and despair rose from the depths of his soul.

At this moment, his suicidal urges were magnified countless times.

Lin Moyu fought back with his will, while simultaneously controlling [Status Immunity] to prevent it from dispelling the Curse.

Only in this way could his will and soul receive the best training and achieve the optimal results.

The power of the Curse surged forward like crashing waves. Lin Moyu felt as if his will and soul were like a small boat in a massive storm, liable to capsize at any moment.

Once capsized, it would mean eternal damnation.

Once one's will was eroded and warped, it would be more terrifying than anything else.

When a person is bent on suicide and wants to die, no one can save them.

Lin Moyu's will battled the Curse, expelling various negative emotions.

Through this process of confrontation, his will was tempered, and his soul was sublimated.

After just a short minute, the Curse receded, and Lin Moyu ultimately emerged victorious in this confrontation.

His face appeared somewhat pale; a mere minute of confrontation had consumed a massive amount of mental energy.

Yet, Lin Moyu's eyes were filled with excitement and thrill.

"It works! It really works!"

"Stepping into the fifth grade of the soul is just around the corner!"

Just a brief minute of confrontation had allowed his soul to elevate by a fraction once more.

In the state of Jade Soul Birthing Purple, there was originally a trace of purple at the center of his soul, and now this trace of purple had grown slightly.

Although the growth was very small, it was indeed a fraction stronger than before.

As long as he persisted, it wouldn't be long before the purple grew stronger and stronger, eventually occupying his entire soul.

Stepping from the fourth-grade peak of Jade Soul Birthing Purple into the fifth grade, becoming a Fifth-Grade Purple Jade Soul.

While all the Sovereigns were striving to push their souls toward the Fifth-Grade Purple Jade Soul, Lin Moyu had already taken the lead while still in the God King Realm.

After a brief rest and recovery, Lin Moyu walked toward the flower once more, actively welcoming the Curse brought by the pollen.

The wind on the grassland blew in wave after wave.

Lin Moyu controlled his pace, only coming into contact with a single grain of pollen each time.

Now that he was a full fifty thousand meters away from the flower, the amount of pollen here was very scarce, allowing Lin Moyu to freely control the amount of pollen he came into contact with.

He started by contacting them grain by grain. Once he adapted and both his will and soul grew stronger, he would contact more pollen.

At that time, he could try contacting two or three grains simultaneously.

The more pollen there was, the stronger the Curse would be.

Two days later, Lin Moyu had advanced a full ten thousand meters closer to the flower.

He now began to contact two grains of pollen at the same time.

The Curse brought by two grains of pollen was about 50% stronger than before.

Just as Lin Moyu had guessed, the more pollen touched at once, the stronger the Curse.

In just two short days, Lin Moyu's will had grown even stronger, and the purple in his soul had also increased significantly.

Originally, it only occupied the position of his heart, but now his entire chest was occupied by the purple color, and it even showed a trend of spreading toward his abdomen.

With his soul strengthened, Lin Moyu felt that his soul was at least twice as strong as when he first entered the Tulu Realm.

Although it was still at the peak of the fourth grade and had not yet reached the fifth grade, it had indeed become much stronger.