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Chapter 644: This Time, It’s Not For EXP, But For Equipment · Oct 20, 2026

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601 Chapter 601: Lin Moyu, Master of Hoodwinking 2026-10-20
602 Chapter 602: One Man’s Poison Is Another Man’s Nectar 2026-10-20
603 Chapter 603: So What If You Figure It Out? 2026-10-20
604 Chapter 604: Let Law Defeat Law 2026-10-20
605 Chapter 605: Long Time No See, Little Antares 2026-10-20
606 Chapter 606: I’m In A Bad Mood! 2026-10-20
607 Chapter 607: Consider Yourselves Unlucky 2026-10-20
608 Chapter 608: Them? They’re Just Mongrels 2026-10-20
609 Chapter 609: The Old Man Won’t Give It To You, But I Will 2026-10-20
610 Chapter 610: What If I Told You I’m Here Hatching An Egg? Would You Believe Me? 2026-10-20
611 Chapter 611: Who Do You Want to Kill? I’ll Help You! 2026-10-20
612 Chapter 612: Weakness Is The Original Sin 2026-10-20
613 Chapter 613: It Turns Out Wind Petal Blood Moon Is Not A Skill 2026-10-20
614 Chapter 614: The Law Of Devour 2026-10-20
615 Chapter 615: The Weapon Of The God Of Bloodshed 2026-10-20
616 Chapter 616: The Lightning Trees’s Kingdom 2026-10-20
617 Chapter 617: All Means Unleashed; Thunderstorm Battle 2026-10-20
618 Chapter 618: The Mighty Lightning Tree King 2026-10-20
619 Chapter 619: The Lightning Tree King Calls For Help 2026-10-20
620 Chapter 620: The Terrifying Being Beneath The Lightning Mountain Range 2026-10-20
621 Chapter 621: Let’s Settle The Grudge Today 2026-10-20
622 Chapter 622: Fusing A New Skill Star Core 2026-10-20
623 Chapter 623: Gods Have Their Own Territories Too 2026-10-20
624 Chapter 624: I Celebrated Too Early 2026-10-20
625 Chapter 625: Righteous God’s Secret Realm Is Actually An Imitation 2026-10-20
626 Chapter 626: Ancient Secret 2026-10-20
627 Chapter 627: Damn It, Using My Own Skills Against Me 2026-10-20
628 Chapter 628: I’m Actually This Hard To Deal With 2026-10-20
629 Chapter 629: Soul Enhancement; Ignoring Laws 2026-10-20
630 Chapter 630: Primordial Skill 2026-10-20
631 Chapter 631: You Want to Kill Me? You Think You Can Succeed? 2026-10-20
632 Chapter 632: The Enhance Troops Skill Becomes Permanent 2026-10-20
633 Chapter 633: With Enough Strength, The Answers Will Naturally Reveal Themselves 2026-10-20
634 Chapter 634: Don’t Think About It Anymore 2026-10-20
635 Chapter 635: Don’t Mention Him, Don’t Think Of Him, Don’t Ask About Him 2026-10-20
636 Chapter 636: Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan On The Verge Of A Breakthrough 2026-10-20
637 Chapter 637: It Must Be Him! 2026-10-20
638 Chapter 638: Elemental Convergence: A Brilliant Fireworks Display 2026-10-20
639 Chapter 639: True Peak And Fake Peak 2026-10-20
640 Chapter 640: The Late Stage Dungeon Is Not Suitable For Leveling 2026-10-20
641 Chapter 641: Top-Tier Set: Kunlun Set 2026-10-20
642 Chapter 642: Wait Until You Can Master A Law 2026-10-20
643 Chapter 643: Hard To Say, It Depends On The Situation 2026-10-20
644 Chapter 644: This Time, It’s Not For EXP, But For Equipment 2026-10-20
645 Chapter 645: How Did You Become A Five-Star Godly General? 2026-10-20
646 Chapter 646: Useless To Others, Invaluable To Me 2026-10-20
647 Chapter 647: The Center Of The Lower Layer: Terrifying Vortex 2026-10-20
648 Chapter 648: The Puppeteer Family, The Southwestern Wang Family 2026-10-20
649 Chapter 649: The Lower Layer Is Like A Graveyard Of The Gods 2026-10-20
650 Chapter 650: The Suppressive Pressure, It Shouldn’t Be This Weak 2026-10-20

Within the flowerbed, Kunlun Snow Grass grew in staggering numbers—no fewer than 10,000 stalks.

Each one brimmed with vibrant vitality, and within that vitality lingered a familiar aura.

This vitality originated from life force itself. It was drawn in by the formation outside the dungeon, harvested from the countless human class users who had ventured into the Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun Great God pointed casually. A formation immediately manifested beyond the flowerbed.

Wisps of life force drifted in from the void, flowing into the formation where they were refined by the power of law.

Impurities were stripped away, leaving behind pure essence, which was then poured into the flowerbed to nourish the Kunlun Snow Grass.

“So this is where the life force goes.” Lin Moyu murmured.

He finally realized that his earlier assumption had been wrong.

The life force absorbed by the formation was not being taken by Kunlun Great God.

Instead, it was used as nourishment for the Kunlun Snow Grass.

Kunlun Great God said, “You thought I was the one absorbing it, didn’t you?”

Lin Moyu nodded honestly, “Yes. Based on the scale, I assumed there was a God in slumber.”

“You weren’t wrong.” Kunlun Great God replied with a soft chuckle, “My true body is sleeping, and it has been so for a very long time. Even I don’t know when I’ll awaken.”

“This life force is of little use to me.”

“And what you see here is only the tip of the iceberg. It’s not just the formation in the Kunlun Mountain main peak outside. Countless formations are spread throughout the entire Kunlun Mountain.”

“They draw life force not only from class users, but from all living beings—animals, plants, everything.”

“Of course, the amount is minimal. It causes no harm.”

Lin Moyu understood immediately.

Even without the formations, such excess life force would eventually dissipate on its own. The formations merely collected it and repurposed it to cultivate the Kunlun Snow Grass.

Inside the flowerbed, the stalks varied in size and height.

One stood out above the rest—thick, vigorous, and towering more than three times higher than the others.

It was the king of the Kunlun Snow Grass.

“Is Kunlun Snow Grass useful to you?” Lin Moyu asked.

Kunlun Great God shook his head, “No. It was never meant for us.”

The implication was clear. If it wasn’t for the Gods, then it was meant for humanity.

Yet among humans, no one had ever been known to obtain Kunlun Snow Grass. Lin Moyu was the first.

“These were extremely useful in the past.” Kunlun Great God said slowly, “And perhaps they’ll be useful again in the future. But I hope the day never comes.”

He gestured toward the towering stalk, “This Kunlun Snow Grass King is the reward I’m offering you.”

“If you can retrieve my wife’s godhead, I will give it to you in exchange.”

Lin Moyu asked, “What does the Kunlun Snow Grass King do?”

He refrained from using Detection—partly out of respect, and partly because the formation surrounding the flowerbed might block it anyway.

Kunlun Great God replied, “If one day you seek to break through to half-step Transcendent God-level, it will be of immense value.”

“Additionally, it has another function. I’ll tell you once you bring back the godhead.”

After a brief pause, Lin Moyu made his decision, “Okay.”

In the end, he agreed to Kunlun Great God’s request. Though framed as a request, it was clearly a transaction.

What surprised Lin Moyu was Kunlun Great God’s demeanor—polite, even humble, as though he were asking for a favor.

Given his status, far above Lin Moyu’s, such an attitude was unnecessary.

After Lin Moyu left the dungeon, the Kunlun Divine Palace slowly faded back into the swirling snow.

Amid the howling snowfall, Kunlun Great God stood alone in his garden and murmured softly, “After all these years… I’ve finally found one.”

“I hope he succeeds… Yin, I miss you so much.”

His voice was soon swallowed by the snowfall, vanishing without a trace.

…

Outside the dungeon, not a single soul could be seen. Aside from the roaring wind, the world was deathly silent.

The Kunlun Divine Palace was classified as a high-level dungeon, located at what most believed to be the summit of Kunlun Mountain main peak.

But Lin Moyu knew better.

The true summit lay within the dungeon itself, another 1,000 meters higher.

That was where the Kunlun Divine Palace truly resided.

Moreover, one could imagine that the Kunlun Divine Palace in ancient times was not on the ground, but floating in the air.

It was only because Kunlun Great God fell into slumber that it descended.

Recalling the sensation of entering the Kunlun Divine Palace, Lin Moyu realized that the structure itself was an unimaginably powerful weapon.

He had been bold to enter it. Had Kunlun Great God harbored any ill intent, the consequences would have been serious.

Lin Moyu did not head straight for the Immemorial Battlefield. There was no urgency.

He had set no deadline with Kunlun Great God. After waiting so many years, a little more time meant nothing.

Instead, he planned to do dungeon grinding first. Though the EXP gains were minimal, the equipment drops were abundant.

While useless to him, these items were priceless to the human race.

Both Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan both came from the military, and together they controlled more than half of the Shenxia Empire’s military.

With so many troops—and so many peak-level class users—under their command, the demand for quasi-legendary-grade equipment was enormous.

There was also the Kunlun set. Lin Moyu intended to obtain complete sets for Meng Anwen and the others.

If anyone in the world had the best chance of assembling a full Kunlun set of a single attribute, he knew it would be him.

After resetting the cooldown, Lin Moyu teleported back into the dungeon.

The moment he entered, a violent assault erupted.

The dungeon’s rules remained the same.

Four elemental fortresses, along with hordes of level 75-plus monsters, launched a frenzied attack on the intruder.

This is the first wave. If one failed to withstand it, then there was no need to continue.

Numerous class users had perished at this stage.

This wasn’t a game; death here was final.

Their bodies remained in the dungeon forever.

Deaths in dungeons occurred daily in the Human World, but places as brutal as the high stage Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon were exceedingly rare.

Rewards always came at a price.

While class users hunted EXP and equipment, dungeons were simultaneously culling the unqualified.

Statistics showed a clear trend: the higher the dungeon’s level, the greater the mortality rate.

Low-level dungeons, by contrast, were relatively safe.

Amid the relentless barrage, Lin Moyu summoned his undead army.

The undead troops swept through the surrounding monsters, shattered the shields protecting the four elemental fortresses, and slaughtered the commanders within.

In the second phase, when the formation light sphere appeared, Lin Moyu didn’t even give it a chance to summon the Light Snowmen.

He called forth the Skeletal King and ended it with a single strike.

He opened the four platforms and entered the third phase.

Lin Moyu was accustomed to fighting far above his level. Before reaching level 70, he had already confronted God-level experts.

A dungeon on par with his current level posed no challenge at all.

Leaving the undead army to clean up, Lin Moyu walked alone along the mountain path to the end of the third phase.

This time, without the formation’s interference, the end of the third phase truly marked the end of the dungeon.

He pressed his hand against an invisible wall and felt the presence of law force.

Looking up, he saw nothing but emptiness, no Kunlun Divine Palace in sight.

This was the dungeon’s normal state, the version most class users encountered.

Amid roaring elements, the Kunlun Eagle descended from the sky.

It was met head-on by the Skeletal King’s massive bone sword.

From beginning to end, Lin Moyu never needed to lift a finger. His undead army and the Skeletal King cleared the dungeon with effortless efficiency.

When the Kunlun Eagle fell, the dungeon exit appeared. Lin Moyu passed through without hesitation.

The next second, he was back inside the dungeon.

Again and again, Lin Moyu farmed the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon.

Each run took less than half an hour.

Since the dungeon’s first appearance, no one had ever cleared it in this manner.

Every run yielded dozens of quasi-legendary-grade items, along with four pieces of the Kunlun set.

Anyone else would have been shouting in excitement, convinced they had struck gold.

Lin Moyu, however, felt nothing. He simply repeated the process.

Inside his storage space, equipment piled up at an alarming rate.

In just half a day, he cleared the dungeon 20 times, collecting more than 800 pieces of quasi-legendary-grade equipment.

He began to feel uneasy. If this continued, would the dungeon eventually be emptied?

Equipment couldn’t appear out of thin air; it had to come from somewhere.

Across the world, every major dungeon continuously produced equipment.

So where did it all originate?

Lin Moyu was baffled.

He had once asked Antares, who replied only, “You aren’t qualified to know.”

Antares clearly knew the truth but refused to reveal it.

As for the old man suspected to be Laozi, Lin Moyu didn’t even dare ask.

Another immense mystery had surfaced, one he would have to uncover on his own in the future.

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