186: Chapter 185 Heavenly Light Prison Beast

Lin Fan's left eye flickered as the information panel for the evolved Little Rabbit appeared before him.

[Race]: Heavenly Light Prison Hou

[Rank]: Level 46

[Aptitude]: king spirit superior (Limit: high-tier god spirit)

[Attribute]: Holy Light

[Status]: Healthy, Bloodline atavism complete, Hou Beast Origin has awakened.

[Armor Skill]:

1. Heavenly Light Instant Step: Permanently and significantly increases movement speed. When fully unleashed, the user can instantly enter a faster-than-light teleportation state, ignoring terrain obstacles.

2. Holy Radiance Prison: Concentrates Origin Holy Light and Prison Light in the legs to kick out a devastating light bomb. Instantly blinds the enemy's Divine Soul and deals triple damage to creatures with Dark, Evil, or Corrosive attributes.

3. Prison Light Armor-Piercing Blade: Wraps the legs in incomparably sharp Holy Light Prison Blades. Kicking releases highly penetrative light-based slashes, doubling armor-piercing capability.

4. Heavenly Light Sacred Defense Shield: Erupts a massive amount of Origin Holy Light from the legs to condense multiple layers of thick Holy Light shields, significantly increasing defensive strength.

5. Light Spirit Holy Prison Domain: Centered on the self, expands a massive Light Spirit Domain with a diameter of twenty meters. Can rapidly heal allies' injuries, restore spiritual power quickly, and purify all negative effects. Simultaneously suppresses the spiritual power circulation of enemies within the Domain.

6. Apocalypse Myriad Prisons: Summons the power of celestial Holy Light to converge into a Prison Light magic circle, striking a wide range of targets from the sky. Upon impact, it erupts with a world-extinguishing Holy Light shockwave.

He slowly withdrew the power of his left eye and looked down at the large, holy-white rabbit by his feet.

It sat on the ground, its height already reaching his upper thigh. Its holy-white fur shimmered under the afternoon sun.

The golden fur ball at the tip of its tail swayed gently as it looked at him innocently.

“Little Rabbit,” Lin Fan called out.

The Heavenly Light Prison Hou tilted its head, the two tufts of light-flame on its ears flickering once, and a low gurgle vibrated in its throat.

Lin Fan plopped onto the ground and doted on the large rabbit, rubbing its head.

“Now you've become the strongest.”

Lin Fan rubbed Little Rabbit's head, his voice carrying an unmaskable pride.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, hands rubbing Little Rabbit's head, as his left eye lit up once more.

Little Rabbit's next evolution path appeared before him.

[Taisi Prison Hou] (Emperor Spirit Superior)

Level Requirement: Level 58.

Requires Consumption: Taisi Origin Core ×1, Holy Light Prison Soul Crystal ×3, Taisi Light Source Liquid ×1

Evaluation: Formed from the ultimate transformation of the Heavenly Light Prison Hou, Awakening the Holy Light Origin. The ancient Bloodline of the Hou race begins to recover, where healing purification and annihilation punishment coexist. It is the emperor among Holy Light attribute Armor Spirits of the same Rank.

Taisi Prison Hou?

Even with Lin Fan's level of knowledge, he had never heard of such an Armor Spirit, but he could tell it was extraordinary just by the name.

Lin Fan pulled back his thoughts and looked down at the holy-white rabbit at his feet, suddenly feeling an itch to try it out.

“Little Rabbit, try Armorization.”

Little Rabbit looked up, its dark-gold eyes blinking, and then it crouched slightly as if gathering strength.

In the next second, its body transformed into a ball of dazzling holy-white light, springing from the ground and wrapping around Lin Fan's right leg.

The light covered his entire right leg, spreading from the ankle all the way to the upper thigh before stopping.

Lin Fan looked down and couldn't help but let out a whistle.

Cool.

Truly cool.

His right leg was completely encased in a layer of silver-white battle armor. The material of the armor looked like a solid formed from some kind of metal and light, its surface smooth as a mirror, reflecting a cold shimmer in the sunlight.

But looking closely, there seemed to be liquid flowing beneath that smooth surface, like a thin layer of mercury covering his leg, with faint ripples appearing with every breath.

At the knee was a protruding piece of armor with sharp, blade-like edges, its tip embedded with a dark-gold gemstone.

The gemstone wasn't large—only about the size of a thumbnail—but a ball of flame seemed to be burning inside it, with golden specks of light slowly rotating within, making it impossible to look away.

The greave extended from the knee to the ankle, its lines as sleek as a work of art.

Each side of the greave had a shallow groove inlaid with golden patterns, stretching from the knee down to the ankle.

Lin Fan tried moving his ankle; the joints of the battle armor fit perfectly without any lag, like a second skin that could breathe.

There was also a pair of tiny light-wings at the ankle, with a wingspan of no more than ten centimeters, emitting ripples of pale-gold halos.

Lin Fan lifted his leg, and the small light-wings at the heel fluttered gently. He felt his leg become as light as if it had no weight.

He tried to stand on his tiptoes, and the moment his sole left the ground, those small light-wings flapped hard, causing him to surge upward, nearly hitting the ceiling.

“Whoa.”

Lin Fan steadied himself and landed back on the ground, looking at his right leg with eyes that were frighteningly bright.

He tried to give the air a light kick.

The moment his right leg kicked out, the dark-gold gemstone at the knee suddenly flared.

The golden patterns on both sides of the greave instantly extended across his entire lower leg, and a golden blade-light as thin as a silk thread shot out from the claw-like protrusion at his toe, silently slicing through the air.

That blade-light flew three meters, slicing off the corner of a book on the bookshelf before leaving a deep crack in the wall.

Lin Fan was stunned, his lips twitching.

He hadn't even used an Armor Skill yet; just a casual kick possessed such power.

Before Lin Fan could recover from the power of that kick, the main door behind him was slammed open.

“Bang!”

Old Mo stood at the door, wearing a crumpled white tank top, his hair as messy as a chicken coop, looking like he had just crawled out of bed.

Clearly, he had just woken up, disturbed by some noise.

Then he saw the missing corner of the bookshelf.

And then the long crack on the wall.

He froze in place as if struck by lightning, his expression shifting from dazed to shocked, from shocked to angry, and from angry to absolute fury.

“You—brat!”

That shout made the entire building shake.

Lin Fan subconsciously took half a step back. He glanced at the broken corner of the bookshelf, then at the crack on the wall that stretched from the ceiling to the baseboard, his lips twitching.

“Old Mo, let me explain...”

“Explain my foot!”

Old Mo rushed into the room in three steps, grabbed the feather duster from behind the door, and swung it wildly at Lin Fan.

“I... I'll teach you to wreck the house! I've raised you for nearly twenty years, and I've raised a demolition crew director!”

Looking at the aggressive Old Mo,

Lin Fan decided that of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best option.

With a flash, he escaped directly through the window.

Old Mo's cursing, which practically required a bleeper, echoed from behind.

“*Bleep bleep bleep*... You motherf— *bleep bleep bleep*, if you've got the guts, don't come back! When you do, I'll skin you alive!”