243: Chapter 242 A Crazy Splash of Fifty Trillion! Golden Immortal at the Great Perfection

Boom!

Following Lin Feng's thought, a colossal phantom of the Myriad Dao Furnace appeared behind him, looking as if it could swallow heaven and earth.

This "Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra" was a supreme Cultivation Technique he obtained by signing in at the Demon Suppression Division. It claimed that all things could be swallowed and all things could be refined! Whether it was Immortal Qi, Devilish Qi, Demonic Qi, or Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills, everything could be converted into the most primal critical hit points.

"Absorb for me!"

Lin Feng held his hands out in an empty embrace, like a giant whale inhaling water.

A terrifying suction force erupted, instantly whipping up a spiritual energy storm within the treasury.

Those mountain-like piles of Top Grade Immortal Crystals instantly transformed into streams of white torrents, swept into the furnace.

[Ding! Swallowed 100 million Top Grade Immortal Crystals, converted into 10 quadrillion critical hit points!]

[Ding! Swallowed one Abyss Demon Stone, converted into 5 quadrillion critical hit points!]

[Ding! Swallowed the Low Grade Acquired Spirit Treasure 'Soul-Sucking Bell', converted into 8 quadrillion critical hit points!]

[Ding! Swallowed one basket of Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng, converted into 3 quadrillion critical hit points!]

The System's notification sounds were like some fast-paced electronic dance music, frantically flooding the screen. The jumping numbers were so fast that even Lin Feng couldn't see them clearly.

Lin Feng didn't even spare a glance at those so-called rare Magic Treasures.

What? This sword is the relic of some Sword Immortal? Swallow it!

What? This Pill Furnace is an ancient one-of-a-kind piece? Swallow it!

For the current him, unless it was the best of the best, keeping the rest just took up space. It was better to turn them all into critical hit points!

The entire treasury seemed to have suffered the most thorough looting.

One hour.

In just one hour.

The accumulation of tens of thousands of years by the Ghost Mother of the Nether had not a single hair left. Even the floor tiles of the treasury (which were paved with whole pieces of Deep Sea Profound Jade) were pried up by Lin Feng and thrown into the furnace.

Truly digging three feet into the ground, leaving not a single blade of grass.

Fugui watched from the side, dumbfounded. The half-piece of Immortal Crystal he was holding and hadn't had time to eat yet fell from his hands in shock.

"Master... you're way too ruthless," Fugui swallowed hard. "Even when locusts cross a field, they at least leave the stems behind. You've even dug up the soil. If anyone gets their home raided by you in the future, they've truly suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck."

Lin Feng stood up, patted the dust off his hands, and felt the surging power within his body that was about to explode.

He didn't pay attention to Fugui's complaints and instead directly opened his attribute panel.

With one look, even his own breathing quickened a bit, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Cultivation: Golden Immortal Late Stage (+)]

[Cultivation Technique: Eternal Undying Sutra (10th Level), Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra (Major Achievement)]

[Divine Ability: God Slayer · Finality, Thousand Thunderbolts, Asura Dharma Image...]

[Critical Hit Point Balance: 12,000 quadrillion]

Looking at that astronomical figure he wouldn't have dared to imagine before, Lin Feng felt he had never been this powerful. Was this the feeling of getting rich overnight and climbing straight to the top of the Forbes list?

"Golden Immortal Late Stage? Not enough."

Lin Feng shook his head, ambition burning fiercely in his eyes.

Killing the Ghost Mother would inevitably alarm the backer behind her and might even draw the attention of the Heavenly Court. That old schemer, Seven Luminaries Immortal King, would definitely not let this go.

His current strength was not yet enough to keep him invincible in the coming storm.

"Since the money is enough, then don't dawdle."

"Only money that is spent is truly yours."

Lin Feng looked up through the broken dome of the treasury toward the endless firmament.

"System, add points for me!"

"I want to, in this Ghost Market, before that old dog Seven Luminaries can react..."

"Charge straight to Golden Immortal Great Perfection!! I want the Three Realms to know what it means to—cheat!"

...

Above the ruins of the Nether Treasury, what should have been a silent Shura Field was now shrouded in a heart-palpitating, oppressive aura. The air seemed to be infused with molten lead, so heavy it was impossible to breathe.

Within a hundred-mile radius, all wandering Souls and wild ghosts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably—a shudder originating from the depths of their Souls.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged, floating in mid-air, not moving immediately. He was adjusting his breathing; with every breath, the surrounding Spiritual Qi was sucked into his nose and mouth like a giant whale, forming two visible dragons of Qi.

Behind him, the massive phantom of the [Myriad Dao Furnace] was no longer just a phantom. It appeared dark gold throughout, its surface flowing with totems of ancient ancestors sacrificing to heaven and earth. The furnace mouth was slightly open, its interior seemingly connected to a world of flames from another dimension. Every slight tremor caused the surrounding space to distort and collapse.

"System."

Lin Feng awakened that cold interface in his mind. Looking at the string of numbers so long it made his head spin, a crazed arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

Money is a bastard; earn more after it's spent.

In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, keeping a pile of numbers to be buried with is the stupidest behavior. Only converting them into tangible power is the hard truth.

"Don't save me money, and don't do any of that step-by-step nonsense."

Lin Feng's eyes snapped open. Deep in his pupils, golden flames danced wildly—an extreme thirst for power and a haughty disregard for money as if it were dirt.

"Twelve thousand quadrillion critical hit points... burn them for me! Burn them to death! Burn until my body can't take it, burn until this world can no longer contain me!"

"I want to see where the limit of this Golden Immortal truly lies! I want to see if the so-called Bottleneck is a joke in the face of absolute 'money power'!"

[Ding! Received the host's highest command!]

[System is lifting power limits...]

[Activating 'Infinite Point Addition · Berserk' mode!]

At this moment, the System's notification was no longer the usual crisp and pleasant 'ding-ding' sound, but had become a roar like a great bell, even accompanied by the sharp whistle of mechanical gears running at high speed.

[Deducting critical hit points: 100 trillion... 500 trillion... 1,000 trillion...]

The numbers were plummeting, and the energy was skyrocketing!

Rumble—!!!

Without warning, a visible golden torrent appeared out of thin air above Lin Feng's head. This wasn't a normal Spiritual Qi infusion; this was practically the Nine Heavens Silver River bursting its banks and pouring into the mortal world!

This energy was too vast, so vast it had materialized into viscous golden lava. They roared and hissed, carrying the most primal Law fragments of the Great Dao, unreservedly and even brutally washing over Lin Feng's Physical Body.

"Argh—!!!"

Lin Feng threw his head back and howled. His voice was shrill yet filled with excitement, shattering the clouds for ten thousand miles above and even causing the Nether Blood Sea below to churn with thousand-layered giant waves.

Pain!

Pain to the marrow, pain to the heart!

Even though he had already cultivated the Golden Body Chapter of the "Eternal Undying Sutra" to Major Achievement, he currently felt as if his body had been thrown into the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord's Eight Trigrams Furnace, repeatedly calcined by Samadhi True Fire, and simultaneously struck by countless hammers weighing hundreds of millions of catties.

His skin began to crack, and the golden blood was evaporated into a bloody mist by the high temperature as soon as it seeped out, only to be instantly healed under the nourishment of the vast energy.

Breaking and then rebuilding, over and over again!

Every cell was being forcibly stretched open, injected with a massive amount of energy, then compressed, then stretched open again! This micro-level restructuring was ten thousand times more painful than being sliced to death!

But Lin Feng gritted his teeth, not making a sound, his eyes filled only with crazed persistence.

"Not enough! What does this bit of pain matter! More!"