57: Chapter 57: The Tyrant Devours the Golden Rain, A Domineering Qualitative Change in the Dual Sequence

"Ding! Payment successful, seventy million faith points have been deducted."

Lin Yuan looked at the shrinking number in his account without even blinking an eye.

Spending money to get stronger—it's nothing to be ashamed of.

The light screen flickered, and a physical card, shimmering with a pale golden radiance and emitting a rich mental fluctuation, ejected from the trading cabin.

It landed in Lin Yuan's palm.

[Gold-Grade Special Environment Card: Rain of the Prophet].

Lin Yuan gripped the card, his consciousness sinking.

The red and green intertwined radiation storm whistled in his ears.

He hovered once again above the firmament of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Below, one hundred thousand Abyssal Blood Living-Metal Tyrant Demons crowded the center of the basin.

They scratched their heads and ears in front of the star spirit gene monolith, so anxious that they smashed their own heads with their giant metal fists, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"It is raining."

Lin Yuan's voice was cold; he exerted force with his five fingers, crushing the Gold-grade card in his hand into dust.

Crack.

The moment the card shattered, a vast golden torrent of mental energy soared into the sky, piercing through the dark red blood clouds that hung perpetually over the Wasteland.

The laws of the Divine Domain were forcibly interfered with.

A fissure opened in the sky.

Immediately following, a light, drizzling rain of pale golden droplets descended from the sky.

The rain had no lethality, carrying an indescribable coolness.

It penetrated the poisonous miasma and the radiation gale, falling precisely across the center of the basin.

The raindrops landed on the Tyrant Demons' liquid metal bone armor; rather than sliding off, they seeped into their flesh and surged straight into their brains.

"Roar—!"

A newborn Tyrant Demon, five meters tall and having just torn its companion apart in the gladiatorial cage, suddenly let out a scream.

It dropped the severed limb in its hand and clutched its head tightly with both hands.

It was too intense.

The Rain of the Prophet did not understand the concept of gradual progress.

It was like a rusty crowbar, forcibly prying open the skulls of these low-intelligence creatures.

Stuffing massive amounts of mental information and enlightenment laws into them with all its might.

The Tyrant Demon's eyes became bloodshot and bulged.

Its originally incredibly hard skull began to emit cracking sounds.

The liquid metal attempted to repair it, but the expansion on the mental level completely ignored physical defenses.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The Tyrant Demon's head exploded on the spot like a rotten watermelon hit by a sledgehammer.

Dark red brain matter mixed with metal fragments splattered everywhere.

The headless corpse collapsed with a boom.

This was just the beginning.

As the golden rain grew heavier, the entire Tyrant Demon territory turned into a large-scale firecracker display.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of heads exploding one after another rose and fell across the carbonized crystalline ground.

Those Tyrant Demons with low intelligence and extremely poor mental resistance.

Could not withstand the impact of this brain-region expansion and fell in droves.

Brain dead.

Deceased on the spot.

Lin Yuan crossed his arms over his chest, looking down coldly at his kin dying in batches below.

His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, without a shred of heartache.

"The Wasteland does not support idlers. If they can't even withstand a rain, they are destined to be cannon fodder on the Abyss battlefield," Lin Yuan evaluated inwardly.

Death was merely a byproduct of this rainstorm.

The true miracle was playing out on the survivors.

A blood-soaked Tyrant Demon gritted its teeth; blood was flowing from its seven orifices, and its skull was cracking, but it did not fall.

After it endured the first, most violent wave of impact.

The pure chaos and bloodlust in its eyes began to fade rapidly.

It raised its head and looked at the [star spirit gene monolith] emitting a faint blue light in the center of the Blood Abyss Sea.

It understood.

Before, when it looked at that stone, it only thought it was a glowing toy.

Now, it understood the ancient array patterns flowing on the stone and understood the two evolutionary paths leading to the ultimate.

The Tyrant Demon strode toward the "Titan" stele on the left.

The moment its palm touched it, a dark golden light enveloped it.

It did not just stupidly let the metal thicken like before.

It began to actively control the liquid metal on its body surface, performing high-density microscopic reorganization according to the muscle texture of a Titan giant beast.

The same epiphany occurred in the tens of thousands of Tyrant Demons that had survived the deadly ordeal.

The four thousand elite Tyrant Demons that had long completed the map crossing were even more like fish in water.

This rain had no side effects for them at all.

They greedily absorbed the Prophet factors in the rain.

The originally crude Shadow Lurker techniques became even more eerie.

More than 1,000 Tyrant Demons following the "Shadow Lurker" path had their figures stretched into translucent black shadows directly within the curtain of rain, blending into the void.

What was even more surprising was that among these 4,000 elites.

There were actually a very small number of individuals with monstrous talent who, under the extreme impact of the epiphany, touched the threshold of the other path.

Like the Tyrant, they succeeded and grasped the "rudimentary" stage of the dual sequence.

And the one with the most intense change in the entire scene was undoubtedly the leader, the Tyrant.

The Tyrant did not stand under the monolith.

It stood at the edge of the Blood Abyss Sea, tilting its head back and opening its abyssal maw, gulping down the golden rain.

Its body grew taller again, breaking through twelve meters.

What was even more terrifying was the aura on its body.

On the left side of its body, the liquid metal condensed into Titan scales as thick as a mountain, emitting an aura of absolute dominance, unmoving as a mountain.

On the right side of its body, the metal armor became thin and pitch black, capable of absorbing all light, ready to cut into the void at any time.

It was already the prototype of the dual sequence!

Under the massive medicinal power of the Rain of the Prophet, it took a further step within these two distinct genetic sequence prototypes.

The Titan's extreme power and the Shadow Lurker's absolute stealth were pushed by it to a deeper qualitative change.

A chain reaction began.

The Rain of the Prophet covered the entire basin.

The rainwater gathered into golden streams, flowing along the terrain into the central Blood Abyss Sea.

Then it overflowed, flowing toward the Styx at the edge.

Although diluted, the brain-region impact contained in the rainwater was still a fatal brain-region impact for the lower-level creatures.

On the surface of the Styx.

Thousands of Oscillating Liquid Metal Crabs and Scarlet Flying Blade Bone Fish were the first to come into contact with the river water mixed with golden rain.

With their pitiful single-cell brain capacity, how could they withstand such torture?

A dense "crackle-pop" sound rang out on the water surface, as if someone had thrown tens of thousands of strings of firecrackers into the river.

Large swaths of crabs and Piranhas suffered cerebral hemorrhages and exploded directly.

Severed limbs and green bodily fluids covered the river surface.

Only a very small number of gifted mutants withstood the impact.

Their compound eyes and fish eyes lost some dullness and gained a hint of coldness and cunning.

In the sky, the Black Gold Blade-Feather Demon Vulture flocks and the Infrasonic Bone-Blade Bats in the caves also felt the residual power of this rain.

They dared not approach the center of the basin, feeling both fear and desire.

They could only hover at low altitudes in the peripheral areas, greedily inhaling the golden water vapor that evaporated into the air.

As for the Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Race at the very edge of the Divine Domain, fully 300,000 meters away from the basin...

There was no impact at all.

The distance was too far; the rain could not reach that far at all.

Millions of large metal cockroaches continued to bow their heads and gnaw on slag, focused on being heartless and happily stuffing their faces.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

Tens of thousands of his kin had died, and he didn't even frown.

The flesh and blood of the dead rejects would become nutrients for the earth veins, and their souls would turn into the gales in the slaughter gladiatorial cages.

On the Wasteland, death was just a recycling of resources.

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at the very center of the Blood Abyss Sea.

There stood a huge black metal lump.

It was the [Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree] in seclusion.

"The ability of the mother tree's remnant roots is infinite pollution and extraction of the planet's origin."

"The Demon Tree itself also absorbs fire poison and earth vein energy; these two overlap highly," Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

This was like two cups of highly concentrated sulfuric acid forcibly poured together.

When the day it breaks out of its cocoon arrives, I wonder if it will elevate its existing abilities to an outrageous dimension.

Or if it will produce some unheard-of abnormal mutation.

He was somewhat looking forward to it.

But metamorphosis takes time; forced intervention would only ruin this half-step extraordinary seedling.

Lin Yuan did not linger; with a thought, he exited the Divine Domain.

...

Over the next half month.

Lin Yuan's life returned to an extremely regular straight line.

Besides staying in the Divine Domain, he attended some mandatory virtual classes.

The once unnoticed little transparent from the bottom was now a prominent figure at the Third High School.

Every day, walking in the school corridor.

"Good morning, Brother Yuan!"

"God Yuan, activate!"

"Classmate Lin Yuan, this is a virtual bento I made myself; you must accept it!"

Whether it was students from ordinary classes or the arrogant geniuses from the elite classes before.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, without exception, they were all smiles and took the initiative to make way.

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, worshiping the strong is an instinct carved into the bones.

Fatty Wang was currently riding high.

He walked beside Lin Yuan every day, looking exactly like a vanguard.

"Make way, everyone make way! Don't block my Brother Yuan from breathing fresh air! Those with love letters, line up on the right!"

Fatty Wang waved his chubby hands, blocking several girls who wanted to come up and strike up a conversation.

"Fatty, you've collected quite a lot of kickbacks lately, haven't you?" Lin Yuan glanced at him and asked casually.

Fatty Wang shivered all over and quickly lowered his voice: "Brother Yuan, you are wise! I only collected some information fees from them asking about your preferences; I absolutely haven't done anything to ruin your reputation!"

"Alright, just don't cause trouble." Lin Yuan couldn't be bothered to manage him.

The flattery around him, the hot searches on the forum.

To him, it was like a breeze; once it blew past, that was it.

He was very clear that the main event was the upcoming midterm streaming exam.