Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2714  Resorting To Devilish Means

The old man trembled, pain and fear compounding. Every instinct of his was screaming at him to run away, and yet he could not. His only solace was to answer the man in front of him, hoping to gain freedom from this torment.

”T-they… are… at… UGH!” But just as the old man was about to speak, his words halted in his throat.

COUGH COUGH COUGH

Instead, what came out was blood mixed with bits of flesh.

The old man continued to cough, unable to speak.

”Shit.” Lin Mu tried to stabilize the man with his own vitality, but it was not working. ʼHis own vitality is going haywire!ʼ he sensed.

His heart was beating at a crazy pace, and tears had already started appearing on its surface.

PWESH

And sure enough, a second later, those tears bore fruit to a stream of blood, his heart ripping itself apart.

”GAH!” The old manʼs life drained from his eye as it grew dim.

”Dammit!” Lin Mu cursed, seeing that he might just be losing his chance.

”Not yet.” But a devilish voice gave him hope. ”Use it! Use me!” it shouted.

Lin Mu knew what it meant and that it was his only chance right now. Thus, without hesitation, he immediately chanted:

”Reap the souls of all creations, take their providence as yours, and bring forth Hell upon the Myriad Heavens!”

His words brought about a profound change in his aura as it turned a deep, ominous purple.

Meng Bai, who was standing behind him and watching, felt as if a dagger had just been stabbed into his heart.

”HAH!” His eyes went wide as he flinched back.

The fear he felt at that moment was the greatest he had ever experienced in his life. Just the aura alone was enough to stir his mind and body into despair. What he saw standing there was no longer a man, no longer his master—but an incomprehensible horror.

It was cold—colder than anything heʼd ever felt. But not the cold of winter, not the simple chill of the night. No, this was something else. Something animalistic, feral, violent, and most of all, hungry. It felt like a primal force, darker than any killing intent he had ever sensed before, even more so than the devil itself. It clawed at him, sinking deep into his skin, bypassing all barriers of willpower, demanding submission and fear.

It carried with it an unmistakable malice, an intent to destroy, to ravage, to devour. It felt almost sentient, as though the very aura had a will of its own, a desire to tear apart everything in its path, to consume everything. And within that dark pulse, there was something deeply wrong—something far beyond normal rage. It was twisted, feral, as if the aura itself were no longer bound by the consciousness of the one releasing it.

For the first time ever, Meng Bai felt as if he was staring at the back of death itself.

But just as it started, it disappeared.

As if it were all a mere illusion, it vanished into nothingness. Back was his master, the same kind man who had taken him under his wing.

Lin Mu, fully focused on the task, was unaware of the series of emotions his disciple had just gone through.

All he had was a frown on his face.

He had not wished to resort to this method, but there was no other way left.

Not wishing to self-debate, he simply sat down and began assimilating the information he had just obtained from the soul he had devoured.

”See? Wasnʼt that easy?” Lin Mo spoke, his voice filled with dark amusement. ”If you had done this from the start, you wouldnʼt have had to waste that pill.” He mocked.

”Just do your work,” Lin Mu said, not wanting to talk anymore.

He was already in a bad mood and didnʼt wish to make it worse.

”Fine, fine.” Lin Mo didnʼt prod him anymore and got to work.

It took him about two hours before he finished assimilating the soul of High Elder Yannan.

”Man, if you had kept the Sutra active, at least you wouldʼve gotten a decent amount of Qi,” Lin Mo said, feeling like they had wasted it all. ”Though… this information is also quite good,” he added.

Lin Mu focused on going through the memories of the old man that were currently rushing through his mind. There were certainly a lot of them, spanning nearly fifteen thousand years.

This was a bit surprising to Lin Mu, as that was beyond the lifespan of a normal Seventh Tribulation Stage immortal who focused only on Qi cultivation.

ʼHe should have only had thirteen thousand years of lifespan,ʼ Lin Mu thought to himself.

But the man had clearly managed to live far beyond that. Soon, Lin Mu found the answer in the most recent memories, those just a few days old.

ʼHuh, he just broke through to the Seventh Tribulation Stage of the Immortal Realm and gained an additional thousand years,ʼ Lin Mu understood. ʼBut that still wonʼt be enough.ʼ

He also learned that the old man had been close to exhausting his longevity before and was just a month away from death.

Probing deeper within the old manʼs memories, Lin Mu discovered something even more intriguing.

ʼOh? Heʼs consumed quite a few longevity-enhancing pills and fruits,ʼ Lin Mu realized.

Most of these could only extend oneʼs life by a few decades to, at most, a century, but that wasnʼt all he had done.

”So this was it… This Technique,” Lin Mu muttered as he uncovered the old manʼs true secret. ”He cultivates by absorbing Pestilence Baleful Energy, which can add a few more years of lifespan.”

But this was not a true solution; it was merely a debt the old man would eventually have to pay. While it did grant him more years, it also drained his life rapidly later on while degrading his organs.

”Even without this, he might not have had more than a hundred years left,” Lin Mu mused.