Chapter 722

It is hard to please everyone; everything requires trade-offs.

As the strongest among the human race, they must lead the human race toward the brightest future.

Some sacrifices along the way are inevitable.

Letting go of hatred is also inevitable.

Just like the cooperation with the Abyssal Demon a thousand years ago, didn't both sides do it!

After Lin Moyu left, the eyes of Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were fixed on Meng Anwen.

They still had a belly full of questions.

Meng Anwen sighed softly, "I didn't tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it."

"If you want to know, prepare yourselves mentally first."

Bai Yiyuan said with disdain, "If you can accept it, what is there that I can't accept?"

Yan Kuangsheng said, "Speak, we've lived half a lifetime, what else could we not handle?"

Meng Anwen gave a hum, "What level do you think the strongest should be at?"

Bai Yiyuan said without hesitation, "Of course it's the Super God Level. The human race is just missing a Super God; otherwise, we could definitely suppress the Abyssal Demon and the Dragon Race."

Meng Anwen chuckled, "Then what level do you think Lord Antares is at?"

Yan Kuangsheng knew Meng Anwen was referring to Antares, "He should also be a Super God, perhaps a very powerful member among the Super Gods."

Meng Anwen shook his head, "In Lord Antares's eyes, a Super God is like an ant; he could blow away a whole bunch with a single breath."

"Impossible!"

"No way!"

Meng Anwen laughed softly, "Sit tight, I'll explain slowly…"

Lin Moyu returned to the Shenxia Ancient City once again.

His cooperation with the Demon Emperor had been confirmed, and now he was just waiting for his realm to improve.

This was the premise of the cooperation; if he couldn't reach the Super God Level and become the Lord of the World, the Demon Emperor's so-called cooperation would be a joke.

Lin Moyu had also thought that if he reached the Super God Level, he could completely choose not to cooperate with the Demon Emperor.

He would be enough to slaughter the Dragon Race and the Abyssal Demon.

Even killing the Dragon Emperor and Lillian wouldn't be a problem.

But after learning what Lillian had done for the human race in the past, he abandoned this idea.

One should repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring; regardless of her motives, Lillian had indeed done a lot for the human race.

This point must be acknowledged.

Moreover, Lillian had never killed a human; on the contrary, because of her, many humans obtained Rebirth.

Therefore, Lin Moyu could not kill Lillian; he could not bring himself to do such an ungrateful act.

While deep in thought, he had already left the Shenxia Ancient City, spread his Wings of the Undead, crossed the continent, passed through the Wind and Thunder Sea, and headed toward the Wind-Thunder Continent.

Before long, the Undead Legion appeared once again on the Wind-Thunder Continent, beginning to slaughter the Thunder Tree groups and Wind Flower groups.

This was the fastest way to level up that Lin Moyu could find at the moment.

Under the slaughtering blades of the Undead Legion, Lin Moyu's experience was skyrocketing like a rocket.

For thousands of years, Lin Moyu was the only one who could use the Thunder Tree groups and Wind Flower groups to train.

Chapter 706: The Road of the Strongest is Also the Hardest Road

The Wind-Thunder Continent was also a graveyard for gods.

The Thunder there represented the God of Thunder, who had now truly vanished into smoke and dust.

Lin Moyu would never forget her unyielding nature; that feeling of a heart turned to ash and the sorrowful helplessness shocked Lin Moyu.

Especially after learning about the past of the gods, Lin Moyu felt a pang of heartache.

Although they were only gods, not humans.

But they were the human race's original comrades-in-arms and the beginning of this era.

Facing crises, they fought side by side with the human race.

Those who fell, fell; those who slept, slept.

Among the human race, there were also predecessors who changed their bloodlines and races to become gods.

Most of the gods in that era became the best comrades-in-arms of the human race.

Like the human race, they were born from this era, possessed the mark of this era, and had a sense of belonging to this era.

Lin Moyu was the same; for the previous era, even if they were of the same human race, Lin Moyu did not have much of a feeling.

But for the human race of this era, Lin Moyu had different feelings.

This was the brand of the era, the mark of an entire era.

It wasn't until his soul became a god that Lin Moyu felt this.

The God of Thunder was dead, and the God of Wind should also be sleeping in the Wind-Thunder Continent.

He didn't know in which corner, and Lin Moyu didn't intend to look for it.

There was no way to resurrect it now; finding it would be of no help and would do more harm than good.

Just let it continue to sleep, and when he had the ability to resurrect them, he would wake them up.

Coming to the Wind-Thunder Continent again this time, Lin Moyu continued to attack the Thunder Tree groups and Wind Flower groups.

But Lin Moyu did not provoke the Thunder Tree groups in the Lightning Mountain Range; although there were the most Thunder Trees there, a terrifying existence was also sleeping under the mountain range.

It was the former mount of the God of Thunder, sleeping due to severe injuries, and its sleeping place was arranged by Antares.

The two sides should have some relationship.

Regardless of the reason, Lin Moyu did not want to trouble it again.

Lin Moyu only attacked the outer Thunder Tree groups and the Wind Flower groups he encountered.

Although the efficiency was lower, it was enough for leveling.

The entire Wind-Thunder Continent spanned thousands of kilometers, and it was unknown how many Thunder Trees and Wind Flowers there were in total.

For thousands of years, very few people had come to challenge them, allowing their groups to grow stronger and stronger.

Now, it all benefited Lin Moyu and became his spoils.

Experience started to soar again, and according to Lin Moyu's estimation, it would take less than a day to level up from level 79 to level 80.

At that time, it would be another qualitative leap.

At level 80, he would possess new skills, which was also the level where most Professionals mastered their most powerful skills.

Level 90 was the realm of the God Level; there were no new skills.

Level 80 was also the last chance for Professionals to awaken and master new skills.

Almost all Professionals would exhaust everything they had at this level to master the new level 80 skill.

After level 80, one would have to start stepping onto the path of becoming a god.

It was also at level 80 that many Professionals began to touch upon the soul.

They had to comprehend the soul, understand the essence of the soul, and enhance the level of the soul.

By relying on a powerful soul, they could touch the Skill Space and find the source of the skills.

Finally, they would move the skill star core out of the Skill Space and convert ordinary skills into soul skills, which was what Antares called spells.

When a skill was converted into a spell, even with only 1% fusion, magical changes would occur.

The power of the skill would increase significantly, and its effect would be completely different.

Until the level reached the peak of level 89, moving and converting one skill star core could make one a half-step God Level.

Two skill star cores could truly step into the God Level.

At that time, it would be a whole new world.

However, just two skill star cores and two source skills would only be a relatively small God Level within the same grade.

Within the same grade, the more source skills one had, the stronger they were.

Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were both level 95 and both possessed 3 source skills, which made them slightly stronger than Senior Ye Hao of the same level.

And because Meng Anwen was a dual-profession God Level, he possessed 4 source skills, making him superior in combat power.

As for Lin Moyu, the path he had to take was completely different from ordinary people.

He intended to convert all skill star cores into source skills and even bring out his three talents from the incredibly mysterious talent space.

Only in this way could he achieve the perfect God Level, possess combat power that ordinary people could hardly reach, and truly pave the way for his future strength.

All kinds of methods return to the same source; the final destination is the same.

Lin Moyu's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze lowered.

The Undead Legion was fighting, Thunder Trees were constantly being killed, and experience was increasing rapidly.

His leveling speed was hundreds of times faster than other Professionals.

Others would take a year, but he only needed a day.

As long as there were enough monsters, leveling speed was not a problem.

Lin Moyu did not care about the matters on the battlefield; he was contemplating what Antares had said.

"There is more than one way for the human race to level up; regardless of the method, it is all to reach the final destination."

"The rules of every world are different; in this world of mine, the path I am taking is the strongest path, and also the hardest path."

"Only when I have completed this path can I walk more smoothly on the path of the Great World when I enter it in the future."

"But I have a premonition…"

Lin Moyu looked up at the sky, "This path of mine will not be that simple."

As leveling up approached, that feeling of being suppressed appeared again.

The higher the level, the more obvious the feeling of being suppressed.

This was a kind of suppression that even Antares could not find the source of; it could only mean that the source level was extremely high, exceeding the level that Antares was at.

When Lin Moyu once told Antares about this feeling, Antares even thought that Lin Moyu's feeling was wrong.

But now, Lin Moyu clearly felt the sense of suppression again.

And he was very certain that the sense of suppression came from the depths of his soul.

It was like a Curse, constantly entangling him, taking root in the deepest part of his soul.

It was just that the level was too high; even now, Lin Moyu had not been able to find its traces.

Group after group of Wind Flowers and Thunder Trees were wiped out; one day later, the light of leveling up appeared on Lin Moyu.

Unlike any previous leveling up, the light emitted this time was golden, revealing a thick golden glow that was brilliant and eye-catching.

The golden light originated from the soul, emitted from the soul, spread throughout the body, and then shone out from the skin.

Lin Moyu's whole body was shrouded in golden light, turning into a golden figure.

Level 80 was a threshold, the threshold where the soul first let out a cry.

Starting from this level, one had to start dealing with the soul.

The focus of cultivation shifted from killing monsters to level up, to soul comprehension.

Of course, one still had to kill monsters; killing monsters was still the source of gaining experience, and experience was the power of the soul.