Lin Moyu closed his eyes and pondered, roughly understanding what Antares meant.

It was like telling a primitive man that in the future, there would be airplanes flying in the sky, trains that could carry thousands of people, and small cars that could run on four wheels.

No matter how much you explained, the primitive man wouldn't understand.

But if the primitive man saw it with his own eyes and rode it himself, he would understand without being told.

Lin Moyu was currently in just such a state.

He knew about Laws, had come into contact with Laws, could clearly sense the aura of Laws, and could even distinguish the strength of Laws.

But for him to drive the Laws himself? Not a chance.

Lin Moyu hadn't even entered the gate; he was far from it.

He did not continue to ask; even if he knew, so what? What could he do? It would only add to his troubles.

Lin Moyu began to imprint his soul onto the outer core of the god-slaying fortress.

This was not a short process; it required long-term refinement.

The level of the outer core item was too high, exceeding the Mythical grade of this world.

And Lin Moyu's soul level was merely 92, barely qualified.

Lin Moyu initially imprinted his soul onto it, establishing a preliminary connection.

He then took it into his Soul World, slowly nourishing it to deepen the imprint.

At this moment, Lin Moyu heard Antares say, "Your era is quite tragic. It should have been a beautiful era, but it ended up like this."

"Fortunately, I am here; otherwise… hehe!"

Lin Moyu felt that Antares's laugh was a bit lewd; it was hard to describe his appearance in words.

Then he shouted at Lin Moyu, "Brat, you need to work harder. When I decide to kill my way back, if you can't keep up, I won't wait for you."

"Rest assured, I will kill alongside you!"

Experiences were like cornerstones, constantly solidifying Lin Moyu's conviction.

The stronger the enemy, the firmer Lin Moyu's conviction to become stronger became.

His ambition would not disappear, nor would it be crushed.

In reality, inside the Shenxia Ancient City of the god-slaying fortress, as the teleportation array lit up, Meng Anwen and Higher God-level Feng Tianzong walked out simultaneously.

After the previous events concluded, Regiment Commander Feng Yiming had sent the news back to the army.

The current head of the Feng Family, the contemporary Sword God Higher God-level Feng Tianzong, contacted Meng Anwen the moment he received the news.

The two traveled to Deep Space, found the space-time tunnel leading to the Lower Space, and then used the convenience of the Shenxia Tower's teleportation to arrive directly at Shenxia Ancient City.

Without using their powers, they could stay in Shenxia Ancient City for about an hour.

Looking at the Shenxia Tower that had not yet been put away, Higher God-level Feng Tianzong murmured in praise, "Old Meng, why do I feel like your Shenxia Tower is stronger than before?"

Meng Anwen chuckled, "It is indeed a bit stronger."

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong's eyes held envy, "That's true, you are already level 96; it's only right that you've become stronger."

Meng Anwen said, "You are close too!"

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong was very happy and laughed loudly, "It's all thanks to your good student."

The aura of Laws was also faintly emanating from Higher God-level Feng Tianzong; he was already coming into contact with Laws and was not far from level 96.

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong's eyes held a hint of pride; the Feng Family had been passed down for generations, and never had they produced a High God-level.

He would be the first in the Feng Family to do so, destined to rewrite the history of the Feng Family.

Meng Anwen didn't say anything; he looked at his own Shenxia Tower.

The Shenxia Tower had indeed become stronger, but the reason for the strengthening was not himself, but the Blood God Disk.

Through his analysis, study, and imitation of the Blood God Disk, he had finally found a way to take the Shenxia Tower a step further.

There were also the large quantities of quasi-Legendary materials brought by Lin Moyu, as well as some precious Legendary materials, which were enough for him to upgrade the Shenxia Tower.

The God-level tower had the potential to break through the Legendary grade and ascend to Mythical.

All of this was brought by Lin Moyu.

Meng Anwen often told Bai Yiyuan that the most correct thing he had done in his life was taking Lin Moyu as his disciple.

Meng Anwen hadn't been to Shenxia Ancient City for a long time, and his eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong said, "Do you remember back then, when we adventured and explored in the Lower Space, narrowly escaping death several times?"

"Having not come for many years, the ancient city seems even livelier than it was in our day."

Meng Anwen said, "Indeed, now that our human race has the Shenxia Ancient City, it's equivalent to having a foothold in the Lower Space, which is much better."

"And the function of Shenxia Ancient City is not just that; our Shenxia Three Towers were built by imitating the Ancient Thunder Tower."

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong's eyes held a strange look, "It's strange that even though they were all made by imitating the Ancient Thunder Tower, the functions of the three towers are all different."

Meng Anwen shook his head, "Regarding this point, I also cannot figure it out."

The Shenxia Three Towers—the Trial Tower, Shenxia Tower, and demon-exterminating tower—were created by imitating the Ancient Thunder Tower.

As it turned out, the three towers had different effects, but they were equally powerful, belonging to the Legendary grade, and were the top equipment of the Shenxia Empire.

They did not know the level that the Ancient Thunder Tower existed on; they could only obtain a glimpse of it.

However, for Meng Anwen and the others, it was already completely sufficient.

Regiment Commander Feng Yiming rushed over and saluted both of them, "Greetings, Clan Head; greetings, God An!"

Regiment Commander Feng Yiming said, "We don't have much time; explain the situation at that time clearly."

Regiment Commander Feng Yiming immediately recounted the situation of that day. After listening, Meng Anwen's figure shot into the sky like a rocket.

He was extremely fast, his body cloaked in an aura like flowing water—the aura of Laws.

What Meng Anwen had comprehended was the Law of Arrays. The Law of Arrays had thousands of transformations and could evolve into various forms and demonstrate various functions according to Meng Anwen's will.

Now, with the Law forming wings, Meng Anwen's speed was like lightning.

In just one second, Meng Anwen had appeared at an altitude of 50,000 meters; this was already the edge of the Lower Space.

Going any higher would touch the space barrier, and what lay beyond space was unknown.

Meng Anwen had explored it once, but returned in a sorry state very quickly.

The space outside possessed violent turbulence, which was extremely terrifying.

At that time, he was almost torn apart by the violent spatial turbulence.

Two seconds after Meng Anwen arrived, Higher God-level Feng Tianzong also flew up.

Judging solely by speed, Higher God-level Feng Tianzong was already far behind Meng Anwen.

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong's eyes held envy; this was the difference between level 95 and level 96.

A difference of one level was a difference between heaven and earth.

Meng Anwen sensed the area, "This should be the starting point of the lightning elements. I can feel that there used to be an astonishing amount of lightning elements here, and judging by the quantity and power of the lightning elements, even if you or I came in, we would die."

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong asked, "Can you determine if it was man-made or naturally formed?"

Meng Anwen's gaze landed on the space barrier; the space barrier had been completely repaired, and Meng Anwen could not see anything.

After looking for a while, Meng Anwen shook his head, "It's hard to judge."

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong said, "I heard from Regiment Commander Feng Yiming that General Lin was present at the time. General Lin should know something; let's go ask him."

The two descended together, and Higher God-level Feng Tianzong asked Regiment Commander Feng Yiming, "What did General Lin say at the time?"

Regiment Commander Feng Yiming spoke truthfully, "General Lin said, if I want to know more, I should quickly improve myself."

He did not add any embellishments; he simply repeated Lin Moyu's original words.

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong said, "It seems General Lin must know something."

Meng Anwen nodded, "I will ask him later. Regiment Commander Feng Yiming, raise the Ancient Thunder Tower; I will enter the tower to take a look."

Regiment Commander Feng Yiming did as instructed and raised the Ancient Thunder Tower.

Meng Anwen entered the tower, arrived at the core, and attempted to communicate with the core.

Several minutes later, Meng Anwen walked out of the tower again and shook his head at Higher God-level Feng Tianzong, "The core refuses to communicate with me."

Higher God-level Feng Tianzong was slightly stunned, "Why?"

Meng Anwen shook his head, "I don't know; I reckon Lin Moyu will know."

"Alright then, we can only ask General Lin later."

The two's investigation yielded no results.

However, from Regiment Commander Feng Yiming's description, it could be felt that some anomaly must have occurred at that time.

Meng Anwen looked at the sky, "I hope it's not a bad thing."

In the Kunlun Mountains, the thousand-year wind and snow had never ceased.

Occasionally, the wind and snow would be tinged with a hint of sorrow, as if the gods were weeping.

Some people even wove beautiful stories for this.

Lin Moyu guessed that the inexplicable sorrow might be mourning his wife.

Great God Kunlun's true body was asleep, and his consciousness had transformed into an elemental body; the more this was the case, the more painful it was.

If he truly slept forever, there would be no more suffering.

He missed his wife and had always wanted to find someone who could retrieve the Godhead of the God of Holy Sound.

But for thousands of years, he had not been able to find a suitable person.

This feeling of anxiety mixed with the inability to forget was something Lin Moyu could understand.

Lin Moyu went up the mountain again; this time he walked very fast, almost running to the summit.

Halfway up, when people saw him like this, many showed mockery.

Running on Kunlun Mountain, the outcome would likely be very pathetic.

The closer one got to the summit, the greater the pressure.

Most people moved forward while resisting the pressure; there was no one like Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu did not care about the pressure and reached the summit at the fastest speed.

At the summit, he did not enter the Dungeon, but took out the wind chime of the God of Holy Sound.

The sound of the wind chime rang out softly, then rapidly expanded in the wind and snow, spreading across the entire Kunlun Mountain in the blink of an eye.

In the encampment, all Professionals heard the sound of the wind chime.

"Where is the sound of the wind chime coming from?"

"It's so beautiful; it sounds like a song."

"Why am I so full of fighting spirit? I really want to enter the Dungeon immediately and find monsters to fight."

"That's not right; the wind chime sounds a bit sorrowful to me; I feel a bit sad."

Everyone discussed it, feeling incredibly amazed.

Everyone had a different feeling when hearing the wind chime.

Lin Moyu only rang the wind chime, and the sound emitted was just an ordinary sound, not a sound of the soul.

A thousand people, a thousand sounds; a thousand people hearing the wind chime would have a thousand different feelings.

Passionate and courageous people would be filled with fighting spirit upon hearing it.