116: Chapter 115 What are you saying in gibberish? I can't understand a word!

Beside the altar, everyone was dumbfounded.

The beautiful dragon girls serving Lin Mo were all dazed and mentally shaken.

Over three thousand space crystals!

Is that something a normal person could use up?

For a normal Third-Rank person, thirty is the limit.

Some people's domains are so weak that they can't use more than a few.

But just now, when Lin Mo was crushing the crystals, it was like he was grabbing handfuls of roasted soybeans at Old Wang's shop at the village entrance...

He was taking them by the handful!

In the end, he even used up all the space crystals in one go.

Is this right?

Does this even make sense?

In mid-air, the Seventh Elder, Nu Yan, had his face twitch violently.

The veins on his hands holding the sword bulged, and his knuckles cracked loudly.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, watching helplessly as the Dragon Temple's centuries of accumulated resources were sucked dry in an instant, yet he didn't even have the courage to raise his sword and strike.

That man sat there without even activating a single mana barrier.

But Nu Yan understood that if he dared to move even a little, his fate would be exactly like those two thousand guards—evaporating from the face of the earth.

"Weren't you going to call for backup?"

Lin Mo turned his head, glanced at Nu Yan, and yawned.

"Has that Great Elder of yours replied to your message yet?"

Nu Yan bit through his lip, blood dripping down his chin.

He was unwilling to accept this.

The Dragon Temple dominates the Great Desolation and rules the world; why should it bow to a human brat not even twenty years old?

He pulled out a high-grade communication jade slip from his robes, dark gold in color and engraved with nine coiled dragons.

A dark red light screen popped up in mid-air.

Dense runes pulsed on the screen, indicating that a top-level connection was being established.

The screen flickered, and the runes formed three words: [Received].

The light screen suddenly dimmed and, with a faint hum, shattered into a shower of light.

The connection had been unilaterally severed.

Nu Yan's joy froze on his face, turning into utter shock and bewilderment.

"What's going on? Is the formation broken?"

In a panic, he pulled out a spare jade slip and frantically poured mana into it.

The light screen popped up again.

[Received].

Then, it dimmed and shattered once more.

There were no reinforcements, no formation buffs, not even a single reply calling him a useless waste.

Lin Mo let out a laugh.

"Old man, in modern society, we call this being left on read."

Lin Mo stood up, looking down from his height at Nu Yan, who looked as if he had lost his parents.

"Your Great Elder saw your battle report and decided the stronghold is beyond saving, so he's tossed you—a useless elder—out like trash along with it."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Nu Yan roared hysterically, his gray hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"I am the Seventh Elder of the Dragon Temple! I have fought for the Dragon King for three hundred years! They cannot abandon me!"

He raised his jagged heavy sword and roared at the empty abyss around him, as if searching for the Great Elder who had abandoned him.

His faith was completely shattered at this moment.

"Alright, stop howling. Since you're so pitiful, I'll send you to reunite with your subordinates."

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

In mid-air, Nu Yan and his sword vanished without a trace in an instant.

The dragon princesses around him buried their heads deep into the ground again, terrified that even a single glance would draw the gaze of this demon king.

Lin Mo clapped his hands, ignored the trembling maids, and leaped down from the high platform.

He walked straight to the base of the White Bone Altar he had just kicked apart.

After the three thousand space crystals were sucked dry, a pitch-black deep pit was revealed at the bottom of the base.

There were no longer any fluctuations of spatial energy in the pit; instead, there was an extremely ancient and desolate aura with a faint scent of decay.

Lin Mo casually pulled out his Platinum Longsword and cleared away the surrounding bone fragments.

Embedded diagonally in the soil at the bottom of the pit was half of a dark gold scale.

This scale was as large as a millstone, its edges ragged and incomplete, its surface covered with crisscrossing terrifying sword scars and charred black patches.

"A dragon scale?"

"Is this the altar core that the Great Elder went to such lengths to create?"

Lin Mo stepped forward, gripped the edge of the scale, and yanked it upward.

Boom!

The moment his fingers touched the scale, the surrounding abyss, ruins, platform, and the kneeling dragon girls instantly froze, then faded and distorted like an ink wash painting.

Lin Mo's vision fell into pure darkness.

The next second.

He was standing beneath an endless starry sky.

Beneath his feet was a galaxy with no solid ground, and above his head was a broken blood moon so massive it occupied half the sky.

Lin Mo didn't panic, casually surveying his surroundings.

"An illusion? Or a space of consciousness?"

"It is my lingering consciousness."

A deep, raspy voice that seemed to span millions of years echoed from all directions simultaneously.

In the galaxy ahead, countless dark gold specks of light converged.

A phantom of a middle-aged man wearing tattered dragon robes and with two horns on his head slowly emerged.

He didn't display any world-shattering pressure, yet just by standing there, the surrounding spatial laws began to submit and bow down of their own accord.

"Dragon King?"

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

"To be precise, I am the Lord of Old Days, called a tyrant by your Noble Families and a mortal enemy by the Demon Realm."

The man in dragon robes gazed calmly at Lin Mo, as if looking at an incredible creation.

Lin Mo sneered.

"So you're that White Dragon King who was beaten until only fragments remained, relying on a bunch of defeated remnants to dream of reincarnation every day?"

Facing this merciless mockery, the Dragon King did not get angry.

The phantom merely shook its head gently and let out a long sigh.

"Young and arrogant, you are just like I was back then, believing that you could tear apart this hypocritical world with force alone."

"But you have no idea that the power you take pride in now is merely fodder used by others to fill their bellies."

The smile on the corner of Lin Mo's mouth faded slightly.

"What do you mean?"

The Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the broken blood moon.

"You've met that one-horned bitch from the Demon Realm, haven't you?"

"Did she tell you to spare the White Dragon King's life and trick you into thinking it was to use him to find the Black Dragon King?"

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed even further.

He had never mentioned this matter to anyone.

The Dragon King turned his head, his gaze locking onto Lin Mo's eyes.

"She lied to you."

"Three hundred years ago, my battle with her wasn't just a fit of pique."

"It was because I discovered she was devouring the origin of this continent!"

The man's voice was no longer flat, carrying a hint of uncontrollable anger.

"Back then, I sensed that the laws of the world were being extracted by the Demon Realm."

"I then charged into the Demon Realm and fought her for three whole years."

"After three years, I was infected by her soul virus, and she was struck by my curse."

"To protect myself, I had no choice but to tear my soul apart, stripping away the half tainted by the Demon King's poison and turning it into the so-called White Dragon King."

"Do you think she told you to spare the White Dragon King for the sake of world peace?"

As the Dragon King's words fell, the entire starry sky seemed to tremble.

Lin Mo stood there without responding.

He was listening with a bit of irritation.

Is this a game of Werewolf?

Who's the mole?

Then the Dragon King laughed.

The smile was full of mockery.

He extended a phantom finger and pointed at Lin Mo's chest.

"She is a Demon King, not a saint. Are you going to keep deceiving yourself?"

"Your Second Class Advancement awakening skill, Demon God Transformation, and your Body of the War God are both her handiwork."

"Do you know why the Body of the War God skill hasn't allowed you to comprehend any laws?"

"Because this skill contains the laws of the Demon Realm; of course you can't comprehend anything!"

Lin Mo's brows furrowed sharply.

"Do you understand now?"

The Dragon King lowered his hand, his figure beginning to turn transparent.

"She wants you to spare the White Dragon King so that a portion of her origin can awaken in this realm."

"When that time comes, your powerful body will become her perfect vessel!"

"So you'd better kill the White Dragon King directly, without any hesitation!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo was actually driven to laugh by anger.

What kind of bullshit is this?

The Demon King tells him to spare the White Dragon King, and the Dragon King tells him to kill the White Dragon King?

So you two are just putting on a double act, playing with me?

Or am I just a part of your 'play'?

The Demon King isn't anything good, but are you, the Dragon King, any better?

As for those people from the Dragon Temple, even if you lined them up and mowed them down with a machine gun, you'd still worry about some slipping through the cracks.

Whether it's the Dragon King or the Demon King, it really is best to just kill them all!!

In that case, Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to listen to the Dragon King's nonsense anymore.

"So annoying!!"

"What are you rambling about? I can't understand a single word!"

"Since you love talking so much, go talk to my 1,007 domains!!"

Lin Mo's domain expanded instantly! The violent, twisted force field tore through the entire space of consciousness in less than half a second!

"You bastard! I'm kindly warning you! What the hell are you doing?"

The Dragon King's lingering consciousness widened its eyes, a look of pure disbelief on its face!