The light of destruction carried both the law of destruction and the resentment of a world. Its offensive power was immense, and it also affected the soul.
Lin Moyu stayed vigilant, protecting the core of his soul to keep his mind clear.
Relying on Undeath Undead, he endured attack after attack while steadily advancing.
The light of destruction grew increasingly dense. At times, two beams appeared in the same spot simultaneously.
Inside the law art stars, his undead army collapsed repeatedly, only for the Undeath Undead law art to activate again and again.
Lin Moyu adjusted his rhythm continuously—bursting forward, then pausing strategically to maintain control.
At last, he reached the final area.
Through the shifting haze of mottled light, he saw his target: a smooth sphere suspended a hundred meters ahead.
“The world core!” Lin Moyu recognized it instantly.
This was the final remnant left behind after a world’s destruction, the condensed essence of an entire world.
The world core resembled a flawless piece of jade wrapped in a hazy glow.
The light felt strangely familiar, remarkably similar to the radiance of the law of chaos, as though every color in existence had fused into one.
Around the glow, the light of destruction flickered in densely with almost no openings.
Even along the outer perimeter, large amounts of the light of destruction leaped chaotically, leaving only tiny gaps.
Lin Moyu observed for a while but found no pattern.
If he wanted the world core, he would have to confront the light of destruction head-on.
“No wonder she gave up.”
He understood the woman’s reasoning now.
With her speed and reflexes, reaching this point was possible.
But these final hundred meters left virtually no room to dodge.
Anyone attempting it could only force their way through—and no matter how fast they moved, they would still be bombarded relentlessly.
The light of destruction possessed at least True God 2nd tier power, and its attack frequency was frighteningly high.
A Transcendent God 9th tier would struggle to survive.
Specialized treasures might improve the odds, but success remained uncertain.
That was why the woman had been convinced Lin Moyu couldn’t obtain the world core.
She had even advised him not to risk his life and instead use on his status as a human of this world to return after becoming stronger.
Lin Moyu understood her intentions. But he never intended to retreat.
Standing a hundred meters from the world core, he carefully studied the light of destruction.
Along the way, he had noticed something subtle.
At first, the light of destruction had moved aimlessly and without pattern.
But the deeper he advanced, the more concentrated the attacks became, as though it had found a target.
Several successive strikes had even felt deliberately aimed at him.
The light of destruction originated from the world core, and Lin Moyu sensed a faint consciousness within it.
This feeling came from his soul, now infinitely close to peak 2nd grade.
Beyond the massive increase in strength, it had become extraordinarily sensitive, allowing him to vaguely perceive the world will.
The world core seemed intent on preventing anyone from approaching, using the light of destruction as its weapon.
This final hundred-meter zone was essentially a forbidden zone.
Lin Moyu watched in silence, searching for weaknesses and calculating possibilities.
A few seconds later, his eyes lit up. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
“Since it has consciousness… this just became much easier.”
If the world core lacked consciousness and attacked indiscriminately, dealing with it would have been far more troublesome.
But if it possessed consciousness capable of controlling the light of destruction, then everything changed.
A plan instantly formed in Lin Moyu’s mind.
“If my guess is right, this should work.”
With a single thought, he unleashed his undead army.
This was no small deployment—it was total mobilization.
In an instant, 1.49 million undead flooded the space.
From sky to ground, every inch swarmed with the undead.
Under Lin Moyu’s command, the undead charged toward the world core from every possible direction.
The light of destruction suddenly erupted.
Lin Moyu kept his soul locked onto the world core, immediately sensing its reaction.
The faint consciousness within rippled with unmistakable hatred.
At the same time, countless beams of the light of destruction shifted toward the invading undead army.
“It really does have consciousness!”
Lin Moyu was now completely certain.
The world core retained an extremely faint consciousness, most likely a remnant of the world’s former will.
Though the world itself had perished, a fragment of its will still lingered.
Large numbers of undead were annihilated by the light of destruction, only to be instantly respawned.
There were simply too many of them.
1.49 million undead surged forward from every angle, surrounding the world core in endless layers.
The light of destruction possessed terrifying power.
Every strike far exceeded the undeads’ limits.
Even Bone Dragons were obliterated instantly, leaving no chance for the Comprehensive Link talent to activate.
But this was exactly what Lin Moyu wanted.
Without triggering the talent, each beam of the light of destruction could only kill a single undead at a time.
And against 1.49 million undead, vastly outnumbering light beams, it would take considerable time to exterminate them all.
Moreover, with the Undeath Lich present, every undead could revive six times.
Whether skeletons or Headless Knights, the moment they fell, they rose again and continued charging toward the world core.
The light of destruction descended into complete frenzy, yet it still failed to stop the advancing undead army.
The world core grew enraged, drawing forth even more light of destruction in an attempt to halt the tide.
Under the relentless assault of the undead army, the hundred-meter forbidden zone was on the verge of collapse.
Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed brighter and brighter.
A path had opened before him—a direct corridor leading straight to the world core, completely free of the light of destruction.
It was a gap he had deliberately created.
The undead army had drawn away all the light of destruction, leaving this single gap behind.
That was why consciousness made things easier.
Consciousness meant active control, and active control inevitably created blind spots.
Lin Moyu had found such a blind spot.
The moment the path formed, Lin Moyu’s Deathwings flapped, and he appeared directly before the world core.
He reached out and slammed his hand onto it.
The world core trembled violently.
At once, a beam of light of destruction blasted into Lin Moyu.
The undead army collapsed en masse, only to be resurrected instantly.
Ignoring the light of destruction, Lin Moyu’s consciousness surged into the world core like a raging torrent.
The world will had once been unimaginably powerful, but after the destruction of the world, only a faint remnant remained.
And Lin Moyu intended to crush that remnant completely.
The world core resisted fiercely.
The light of destruction flickered continuously across Lin Moyu’s body.
Again and again, the undead army was annihilated and revived.
The Undeath Lich appeared, its ring of light flashing once before it too collapsed.
Then purple radiance erupted from Lin Moyu’s body as his talent activated, granting him rebirth.
All law art cooldowns reset, and the undead army rose once more.
This was no longer a battle measured in minutes or even seconds; it was now a struggle fought within fractions of a second.
Lin Moyu had only 0.7 seconds remaining.
The light of destruction struck once every 0.1 seconds, meaning he could endure exactly seven more attacks.
“Break!”
Determination blazed in Lin Moyu’s eyes as his will surged to its peak.
Light flickered in his hand.
Fused law art: Time Curse!
In that instant, time within the world core slowed to an almost frozen crawl.
Its flow of time became completely severed from the outside world.
As time became distorted, Lin Moyu’s will erupted with full force.
Empowered by his peak 2nd grade soul force, his will pierced through the world core’s final remnant of will like a spear.
