Chapter 817

The two beams of light shot by Antares crashed into the void, turning into two divine dragons that shattered the layers of the void.

The divine dragons possessed peerless power, smashing the void into pieces.

Ultimately, a vast expanse of starry sky was revealed.

Unusual starlight shone in from afar.

The starlight carried an unusual aura; this was starlight from the Great World.

Antares had forcefully shattered the world barrier, carving out a path to the Great World.

The two divine dragons flew into the Great World and disappeared, carrying Antares's will to the Dragon Race.

Then, the void closed up, rapidly restoring itself.

The Ancient Battlefield returned to normal once more.

It was as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

Antares narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. "Let's see what you guys will do."

"Brat, if you can't find a way out in the future, this daddy will carve out a path for you."

"After all, you are this daddy's friend—my only friend."

Antares's voice was not loud, but it was incredibly domineering.

…

Lin Moyu drifted up and down amidst the ocean waves, sleeping peacefully for the night.

It wasn't until the next day, when the sun rose from the east, illuminating the sea and stirring up a vast golden glow, that Lin Moyu woke up in the warm sunlight.

Then, he soared into the air, spreading his Wings of the Undead. Locating the direction of the Shenxia Empire, he flew off like an arrow.

With his current strength, without utilizing soul power, his flight speed was ten thousand meters per second.

This level was already extremely fast, but if he utilized his soul power, there would be no upper limit to his speed.

Lin Moyu did not know what his current limit speed was either.

This time, he mobilized all of his soul power, instantly injecting it into the Wings of the Undead.

With a thunderous boom, space itself shattered directly.

In the next second, Lin Moyu had already crossed at least a thousand kilometers, entering the territory of the Shenxia Empire.

A thousand kilometers in one second—that was a million meters.

This kind of speed was even faster than ordinary teleportation.

The entire flight process was like teleportation; Lin Moyu felt as if he had directly broken through the limitations of space, moving through another dimension.

After another three seconds, Lin Moyu had flown over three thousand kilometers, arriving in the skies above the Shenxia Empire's capital, Xiajing City.

Looking at the familiar Xiajing Academy, Lin Moyu smiled faintly. "I overshot it."

He turned around and flew toward the White God Courtyard.

Strangely, flight was supposed to be prohibited in the skies above Xiajing City, yet no one came to stop him.

Moreover, he also saw other Professionals flying freely in the air just like him.

Additionally, there was a squad of soldiers who seemed to be on patrol duty.

They did not stop the other Professionals flying in the air.

"The rules of the Shenxia Empire have changed."

During this period, the world had undergone drastic changes, so it was only normal for the Shenxia Empire to change some rules.

All non-Shenxia people had become sacrifices in the disaster of the Vampire Race.

Even the Shenxia people had decreased by nearly twenty percent.

With post-disaster reconstruction, everything was starting anew.

The entire world seemed to have returned to the very beginning of this era, with only the Shenxia human race left in the world.

When the Vampire Race had treated all non-Shenxia people in the world as sacrifices back then, Lin Moyu had still felt somewhat shocked.

But Antares's later words made Lin Moyu realize that even if these people did not die now, they would die in the future.

When the day came that their Small World truly entered the Great World…

The powerhouses of the Human Race would inevitably arrive.

They would not allow non-orthodox human bloodlines to exist and would directly employ the bloodiest means to wipe them out.

It was not even impossible for some powerhouses with extreme ideologies to destroy the entire world along with them just to be absolutely safe.

In the long history of the Great World, similar things had indeed occurred.

No matter which race it was, they all valued their own bloodlines immensely.

If the Human Race's powerhouses found out about the Vampire Race's actions, it would inevitably stir up a storm of blood.

The White God Courtyard was as peaceful as ever.

Just as Lin Moyu stepped into the White God Courtyard, Bai Yiyuan's hearty voice came from inside, "Lin Moyu, hurry on in!"

Chapter 820: Time for the Wedding

Lin Moyu did not hide his aura. Returning to the White God Courtyard was like coming home; there was no need to be stealthy.

In the White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen was still his usual self, lying on that old chair as if he had never moved.

Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were drinking tea and chatting. They seemed to have endless things to talk about, and of course, endless bickering to do.

Sometimes, when they fell silent, both would look up at the sky, lost in thought.

At their level of realm, although they still needed to continue cultivating, comprehension was more important.

The level of the soul was of utmost importance; as long as the soul level was raised, increasing soul power was not difficult.

But if one wanted to raise their soul level, they had to comprehend laws and perceive nature.

The process was not easy, and it was normal to make no progress for several years.

Lin Moyu walked over and first poured fresh hot tea for the three of them. "Teachers, please have some tea."

No matter how his strength changed, Lin Moyu was their disciple; this would never change.

Drinking his tea, Yan Kuangsheng sighed repeatedly, "Seeing Lin Moyu makes me feel like I've grown old."

Lin Moyu smiled. "Teacher, you are in your prime."

Bai Yiyuan snorted. "Did you hear that? In your prime. Hurry up and find a wife to have a baby."

"This daddy's wife is my blade; it can't give birth." Yan Kuangsheng refused directly, giving Bai Yiyuan no face at all.

Bai Yiyuan glared at him. "Watch out or you'll end up a eunuch!"

Yan Kuangsheng glared back at Bai Yiyuan. "None of your business. Enjoy your leisure while you still can. In a few months, you'll have your hands full."

Lin Moyu instantly realized. "Is Mistress pregnant?"

Bai Yiyuan's old face flushed. "Yeah, she's due in a few months."

"Congratulations, Teacher!" Lin Moyu immediately congratulated Bai Yiyuan.

Bai Yiyuan was already nearly a hundred years old; this was truly fathering a child at an advanced age.

Meng Anwen suddenly spoke up, "Lin Moyu, you are not young anymore either. It's about time we arrange your wedding with Yiyi."

Bai Yiyuan also nodded. "Now that everything has settled down, it is indeed about time."

Lin Moyu thought of Ning Yiyi. "I haven't seen Yiyi for quite some time. I wonder how that girl has been doing lately."

Meng Anwen said, "Same as usual. That girl is a bit wild. She formed a small team with a few other girls and is currently running Dungeons all over the world."

"Now all the Dungeons in the world belong to our Shenxia. There are so many Dungeons that they can't even finish them all, and there's no need to compete for them anymore."

"The Dungeon Hall managed by Old Man Ning has lost more than half of its people."

"I've long found those foreigners eyesores. Who would have thought they were actually bastards created by an extraterrestrial race."

Yan Kuangsheng and Bai Yiyuan chimed in one after another, a rare occasion where the two of them agreed on something.

Lin Moyu sipped his tea; the world turning out like this didn't seem too bad.

Internal strife had been completely purified, and now they only needed to unite against external threats, focusing all their efforts on dealing with the Abyssal Demons.

Meng Anwen looked at Lin Moyu. "What are your actual thoughts?"

Lin Moyu thought for a moment. "Yiyi and I have an agreement. Once she reaches level 70, we will get married."

Bai Yiyuan suddenly burst into laughter. "No wonder that girl Yiyi has been pushing herself so hard lately."

"Good, good, good. The girl Yiyi is already level 69, so we can start preparing things."

"It seems we can indeed start preparing."

"Let's discuss where the wedding will be held and who we should invite."

"Yes, we must discuss this carefully. After all, their identities are different. Lin Moyu is our disciple, and Yiyi is Old Man Ning's precious granddaughter. This matter cannot be done simply."

"Then let's make it a grand affair. Invite everyone who should be invited, and even those who shouldn't."

The few of them began discussing again, while Lin Moyu instead became like an outsider.

From beginning to end, they didn't ask Lin Moyu a single question.

However, Lin Moyu also learned of Ning Yiyi's current situation. She was leveling up with Mo Yun and a few others, pushing herself very hard, and her leveling speed was extremely fast.

Seeing that she was about to reach level 70, the time they had agreed upon was also approaching. It was time for him to go and propose.

Lin Moyu also checked his own status.

The Talent Giant Tree was continuously absorbing power from somewhere unknown and then endlessly pouring it into him.

Even if he didn't cultivate, he estimated it would take at most a few days for him to reach level 90.

Level 90 was also the God Level. For many Professionals, reaching the God Level would be a massive transformation.

Even though Lin Moyu had long paved the path to becoming a god, a drastic change would still occur.

First of all, his attributes would increase drastically.

Although attributes did not play a huge role, they were a hallmark.

At least before becoming a Super God, attributes were still useful.

Once one's comprehension of laws was thorough enough to begin controlling them, and one could push one of their attributes to ten million, they could shatter the bottleneck and step into the Super God Level.

Once they reached the Super God Level, the four-dimensional attributes would take a back seat.

Soul and laws would become the new standards for measuring strength.

Lin Moyu's gaze seemed to pierce through space, looking toward a place extremely far away.

"For the proposal, I can have my teachers represent me. As for the wedding, I must invite my sister."

Lin Moyu calculated in his heart.

His sister, Lin Mohan, was his only blood relative in this world. How could she not be present at his wedding?

Lin Mohan's personality was far too decisive and independent.

After Emperor Di left back then, who knew what he had said to her.

Lin Mohan had told him that everyone had their own path to walk, and she had hers as well.

Perhaps one day in the future, they would meet again at the end of their paths.

Since then, Lin Moyu had never received any news of her.

"Teachers, have you seen my sister?" Lin Moyu asked.

Meng Anwen shook his head. "I haven't seen her with my own eyes, but during the internal strife some time ago, there was news of your sister."

Bai Yiyuan said in a low voice, "At that time, tens of thousands of blood slaves broke into the island where Chuangshen Academy is located."

"By the time we arrived, the blood slaves at Chuangshen Academy had already been completely wiped out."

"According to Chuangshen Academy's students, a goddess flew out from the deepest part of the academy back then. Holding twin swords, this goddess drew countless sword lights in the air, slaying all the blood slaves."