176: Chapter 176: Questioning the Heart, Questioning the Heart, Establishing Oneself Through Questioning the Heart

Inside the main hall of the Generals Mansion.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on a jade bed, with a blood-colored greatsword lying horizontally across his knees.

The chilling Killing Intent radiating from the sword edge suppressed the temperature of the entire main hall to freezing point.

Outside the door, the sounds of strings and woodwinds lingered, and various charming laughter drifted into the main hall.

They exhausted every means, attempting to disintegrate Lin Yuans will.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, his breathing steady.

Compared to Vice Monitor Chu Xiaoxiao, who was completely lost and had her reason devoured by greed in Golden Toad City, Lin Yuans current situation seemed dangerous, but was actually as stable as Mount Tai.

From the first day he entered this world, he had maintained extremely high vigilance against these women who appeared out of thin air.

He never looked at them more than once, nor did he swing his sword to kill out of annoyance.

He cut off all possible physical contact, doing only one thing: consuming resources, opening the altar, and summoning the Wasteland Divine Domain dependents.

This physical isolation left the negative buff "Bliss" without a hotbed to ferment.

Although his sanity value was slowly declining, it always stayed on a safe line, unable to break through his mental defenses.

As time passed, Lin Yuans thinking became increasingly clear.

He opened his eyes, dark golden Divine Power dancing deep within his pupils.

He finally saw through the true intention of Instructor Wen Muxue, or rather, this Divine Artifact, the infinite simulation cube.

It was not just a hegemony game for overlords, but a test aimed at the Heart-Nature of gods.

Instructor Wen Muxue threw them, a group of proud freshmen who had stepped into Starry Sky University, into this place.

She granted them high-level status, massive resources, and the power of life and death.

She let them experience power and wealth that Mortals could not reach in several lifetimes within an extremely short period.

The lifespan of gods is often calculated in epochs.

In the long years, they would conquer countless planes and possess the power of life and death over billions of living beings.

Facing the temptations of endless resources, beauty, and power, gods are easily lost.

Once the Divine Power is polluted by desire, gods will degenerate into monsters that only know how to take and vent, eventually heading towards destruction in madness.

The Rubiks Cube World was using this extreme method to teach them this lesson in advance.

Lin Yuan gently rubbed the hilt of his greatsword, beginning a soul-searching session that belonged only to himself.

As a youth not even nineteen years old, Lin Yuan was very clear about the foundation of his state of mind.

He had not experienced the vicissitudes of life, nor did he have the experience of seeing through the Mortal World.

Forcing him to comprehend the "bones of pink powder, devoid of desire" mentality of an old monk was completely self-deception.

He was at the age of vigorous Qi and blood.

Those women outside the door, whether in appearance or figure, were top-notch.

He admitted they were beautiful, and admitted that he had the instinctive desires of a male.

But he was even clearer about what he truly craved.

It was the power to sit on the throne and control the life and death of all things; it was the absolute hegemony to level the abyss and trample all rules underfoot.

Compared to this grand ambition, physical pleasure seemed too cheap.

"I do not understand the detachment of the Supreme." Lin Yuan whispered to himself.

"I acknowledge the existence of desire; it is a part of this body of mine. But I am the master of this body."

"Desire can serve as the firewood for my climb, but it must never become the thread that controls my sword."

Hum!

In his Sea of Consciousness, the dark golden Divine Power surged violently, the firelight illuminating the entire space.

The faint pink mist generated by the "Bliss" buff evaporated completely under the scorching of the Divine Power.

Lin Yuans eyes regained clarity.

He found his own answer and established the most solid mental defense line at this stage.

Using the blade to sever desire, his heart like a clear mirror.

This transformation of the state of mind was more precious than the improvement of strength.

Lin Yuan stood up carrying his greatsword and pushed open the main hall door.

Outside the door, a group of scantily clad, stunning women were holding wine and fruit platters; seeing Lin Yuan come out, they hurriedly greeted him coquettishly.

Lin Yuans expression was indifferent, without a trace of extra emotion.

He walked straight through the crowd, striding towards the Generals Platform.

Those women were intimidated by the invisible pressure radiating from him and retreated one after another, unable to even get within three feet of him.

With his heart questioned and established, this group of women could no longer shake him in the slightest.

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Central Plains region, front-line battlefield.

Under the gray sky, the earth trembled.

The dull sound of footsteps gathered like thunder, crushing across the vast wasteland.

The Insect King hovered a thousand meters in the air, its six wings flapping behind it.

Its cold compound eyes overlooked the earth below, its Mental Energy turning into a giant net, covering the battlefield for hundreds of miles.

Before the Insect King took over the army, the fighting style of the Abyssal Blood Army was simple and crude.

The Tyrant led the charge, the dependents fought on their own, and the indigenous soldiers swarmed up relying on numerical superiority.

Although they could win, the efficiency was low, and the combat losses were extremely high.

Now, the entire army had been reborn.

The three-hundred-thousand-strong army, under the control of the Insect Kings mental network, turned into a precision-operated combat machine.

In front of the army was a wide river crossing the plains, and on the opposite bank stood a sturdy fortress belonging to an indigenous tycoon.

On the fortress walls, tens of thousands of indigenous defenders pulled their bowstrings taut, waiting in full battle array.

The Insect King had no emotional fluctuations, and its mental commands were delivered precisely.

In the sky, tens of thousands of mutated Magic Blade Bats detached from the clouds.

They circled above the fortress, opened their mouths, and emitted shrill ultrasonic waves.

The sound waves formed substantial ripples in the air, precisely sweeping through every corner of the fortress.

The troop deployment, Formation nodes, and firepower blind spots of the defenders were all fed back to the Insect Kings brain through the mental network.

The next second, movement came from underground.

Tens of thousands of Liquid Metal Crabs crawled out from the silt at the bottom of the river, waving their gold-poured pincers, destroying the structure of the riverbed.

At the same time, thousands of Calamity Fire Spirits stepped out from the crowd, stood on the riverbank, and injected the burning black-gray karmic fire in their bodies into the river water.

Heavy Water activated.

The rushing river water quickly became heavier than mercury, its color turning pitch black.

The heavy black water backflowed into the underground passages dug by the Liquid Metal Crabs, directly collapsing the underground foundation of the fortress.

Boom!

The sturdy city walls, tens of meters high, collapsed over a large area, and the indigenous defenders fell into the ruins in panic.

"Kill."

The Insect King issued the general attack command.

The Blood Slaughter Infantry raised their heavy shields, stepped with uniform paces, and crossed the dried-up riverbed.

The Wind and Thunder Cavalry flanked from both sides, sealing off all escape routes.

The heavy firepower troops set up giant crossbows in the rear, conducting indiscriminate bombardment on the remaining resistance forces in the city.

Everywhere the Abyssal Blood Army passed, not a blade of grass grew.

A despairing sense of oppression rushed towards them.

Everything blocking the way, whether it was mountains, forests, or cities, was leveled.

The polluted black river emitted pungent toxic gas, and the fertile plains turned into scorched earth.

The efficiency of this looting and destruction was even more cruel than pure monsters in the abyss.

Refugee groups encountered along the way, lone Yao Beasts, and even some indigenous Sects hiding in the deep mountains.

As long as they were locked onto by the Magic Blade Bats reconnaissance network, there was only one outcome.

Either become part of them, or die.

The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and the number of the army continued to skyrocket.

The Insect King hovered high in the sky, watching the devastating battle below, feeling secretly smug.

"Heh." The Insect King let out a cold laugh in its heart.

The army was fully controlled by it, what did this mean?

It meant that the Dominator had absolute trust in it.

It meant that the Zerg were the most intelligent and indispensable race in the Wasteland Divine Domain.

As long as it performed perfectly in this Rubiks Cube World expedition and conquered the entire Central Plains and even the whole world to offer to the Dominator.

In the Dominators mind, was the position of the number one dependent of the Divine Domain far away?

Hahaha!

Just as the Insect King was immersed in beautiful fantasies about the future.

At the very front of the battlefield below, a world-shaking loud noise erupted.

The Tyrant had moved.

It had long been impatient with this methodical advance.

In its logic, why was such complex tactics needed; wouldnt it be enough to just smash it directly?

Ahead, a mountain peak thousands of meters high stood behind the fortress.

The last defensive Formation of the natives was arranged on the mountain peak, its light flickering.

The Tyrant let out a roar that shook the firmament.

The Titan power erupted fully.

Its fifty-meter-tall body expanded rapidly.

Bones grew, muscles bulged, and dark red Qi and blood turned into substantial wolf smoke rushing straight into the clouds.

In just a few seconds, the Tyrant turned into a demon god beast over five hundred meters tall.

It took a big step, the earth trembled, and the surface cracked open into bottomless canyons.

The Tyrant arrived in front of that mountain peak, used no weapons, directly lifted its thick right leg, and kicked heavily on the mountainside.

Bang!

The loud noise spread for hundreds of miles.

The thousands-of-meters-high mountain peak, along with the defensive Formation arranged on it, was kicked in half by this kick.

The upper half of the mountain disintegrated in mid-air, and countless fragments fell from the sky.

The Tyrant opened its bloody mouth, and the Void Realm behind it tore instantly, forming a huge black hole with a diameter of hundreds of meters.

A violent suction force erupted.

The crumbling mountain, the mineral veins hidden in the belly of the mountain, the Spiritual Plant and weapons in the fortress treasury.

All broke free from gravity, were swept into the Void Realm crack, and stored inside.

This was true violent aesthetics.

Led by the Tyrant, hundreds of dual-sequence Tyrant Demons rushed into the enemy ranks.

Following their will, the liquid gold on their body surfaces began to wriggle.

Giant axes, heavy swords, and serrated long knives extending several meters long grew from their arms.

One Tyrant Demon jumped high, the liquid gold giant axe in its hand carrying the blessing of Titan power, and slashed down with one axe.

It chopped a huge guardian Divine Beast and the ground beneath it into two halves.

Another Tyrant Demon flashed, directly merging into the shadow on the ground.

Shadow Lurker characteristic activated.

The next second, it emerged from the shadow of an indigenous powerhouse, and the liquid gold transformed claws easily pierced through the opponents chest.

Elusive and infinitely powerful.

The single-target destructive power displayed by the Violent Demon Clan on the battlefield made everyone who saw this scene terrified.

The Tyrant stood in the center of the ruins, stepping on an indigenous city lord who tried to escape.

It turned its huge head, its blood-red eyes piercing through the clouds, and coldly glanced at the Insect King in the high sky.

The look in its eyes was full of undisguised disdain and warning.

In the Tyrants view, if it werent for the Creator giving orders to let this bug be responsible for coordinating the army.

Just based on this fragile arthropod, it dared to point fingers at the Violent Demon Clan?

A huge joke.

High in the sky, the Insect King made contact with the Tyrants murderous eyes, and its whole body stiffened.

Its six wings almost forgot to flap.

It was startled and hurriedly cut off those unrealistic fantasies in its mind.

The Insect King knew very well that the Tyrant was a dangerous element through and through.

If it really angered it, it was uncertain if this guy would really turn against them on the battlefield and tear it, the commander, into pieces first.

Even if it endured here, after returning to the Wasteland Divine Domain.

The Tyrant would lead the Violent Demon Clan to block the entrance of the Zerg nest every day, and those days would be impossible to live.

"Focus on work, focus on work."

The Insect King put away its thoughts and poured all its Mental Energy into the coordination of the army.

It directed the troops to clean up the battlefield, reorganize the captives, and pack the resources to be sent to the rear.

The Abyssal Blood Army did not stop for a moment, stepping over this ruin and continuing to advance into the distance.