251: Immunity to laws, body remodeling

The speck of light plunged into the most primitive Respawn Point in the back mountain.

There was no process of flesh and blood Rebirth.

It was more like creation out of thin air.

The moment the speck of light landed, a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was frantically drawn from every corner of this world by an irresistible supreme rule.

The Spiritual Qi converged, transforming into physical light.

Within the radiance, a flawless Physical Body was rapidly taking shape from nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bones, meridians, flesh, skin... everything was being constructed instantly as if following some perfect blueprint.

Meanwhile, the cold, mechanical notification voice continued to explain within Lin Fan's newly formed Sea of Consciousness.

[Ultimate Reward 1: World Coordinate Imprint (Unique)]

[Description: The space-time coordinates of this Human Realm have been permanently engraved into the host's True Soul Origin. In the future, the host can consume specified resources at any time to construct a stable, two-way world passage for free travel.]

[Ultimate Reward 2: Law Immunity (Lower Realm Limited)]

[Description: Within this Human Realm, the host will not be subject to any suppression or rejection by the World's Will. The host can utilize 100% of their cultivation and Law insights; their words carry the weight of Law, and they are immune to all techniques. The host's existence in this realm is equivalent to the Heavenly Dao rules of this realm itself.]

Boom!

These two simple explanations were like two bolts of creation thunder, exploding within Lin Fan's consciousness.

If the first reward, [World Coordinate Imprint], gave him a ticket to go home at any time, solving his worries about the future.

Then the second reward, [Law Immunity], gave him... the key to GM permissions!

Not suppressed by the World's Will!

Utilizing 100% of his cultivation!

In this realm, equivalent to the Heavenly Dao rules themselves!

What did this mean?

It meant that his Early Stage Void Refining cultivation was invincible in this spiritually barren Lower Realm!

He was a True God!

Not to mention a mere Ghost-Masked Envoy of the Netherworld Palace whose cultivation was suppressed; even if the Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace came in person, as long as their cultivation exceeded the upper limit this world could accommodate, they would be crushed to death by the World's Will.

But he, Lin Fan, would not!

An indescribable ecstasy instantly washed away all his previous worries and anxieties.

It turned out that the less than 10% success rate wasn't just gambling for a chance at life, but for... an unprecedented, immense fortune!

...Meanwhile.

Qingyun Sect, Main Peak Square.

"Boom—Crack!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the light screen of the Mountain-Protecting Formation that had guarded the Qingyun Sect for centuries shook violently in mid-air.

Visible cracks, like spiderwebs, rapidly spread outward from the point of impact.

The light screen flickered uncertainly, on the verge of total collapse at any moment.

Inside the Formation, all the surviving Qingyun Sect Disciples had looks of despair on their faces.

In front of them, Zhao Linger held a spiritual sword, protecting all her Junior Brothers and sisters behind her. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained firm.

Before her, Fatty Zhang was covered in blood, one arm twisted at a strange angle, clearly broken.

Yet he still used his stout body to block the way at the very front.

Staring intently at the ghost-masked man floating in mid-air outside the Formation, surrounded by ominous black Qi, he roared with false bravado, "I'm warning you! Don't... don't you dare do anything reckless!"

"My Brother Lin will be back soon! If you dare touch a single hair on my sister-in-Law's head, my Brother Lin... he will definitely grind your bones to ashes! Your Soul will Fly Away and Spirit Scatter!"

Outside the Formation, the Netherworld Palace Envoy heard this and acted as if he had heard a massive joke.

His cultivation was forcibly suppressed to the Golden Core Peak by the World's Will, but the insight and Divine Soul belonging to a Nascent Soul Old Monster still remained.

He could clearly sense that in this tiny Sect, the ones with the highest cultivation were merely a few Elders who had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

A swarm of ants.

"Lin Fan?"

The Ghost-Masked Envoy let out a raspy, contemptuous laugh.

"Are you talking about that trash who was hunted by the Blood Shadow Sect in the Myriad Realms Small World and ended up without a whole corpse?"

"How laughable. A bunch of bugs from the Lower Realm, actually counting on a lonely ghost who died long ago in the Spirit Realm to save you."

He raised his hand, and a ball of destructive black mana slowly condensed in his palm, emitting terrifying fluctuations that made one's heart palpitate.

"Don't worry, I won't make you wait too long."

"Once I've killed you, I'll go to the Mortal World, find all that trash's relatives, dig up his ancestral graves eighteen generations back, and bury you all together neatly!"

As his voice fell.

The black Mana Ball, concentrating the full power of a Golden Core Peak Cultivator's strike, slammed fiercely into the already teetering Mountain-Protecting Formation with a scream that tore through the air.

"No—!"

All the Qingyun Sect Disciples let out cries of despair.

Fatty Zhang's eyes nearly split from rage; he wanted to rush forward but was held back firmly by Zhao Linger.

"Boom!"

This time, there was no luck.

The final barrier that had protected Qingyun for centuries was like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

In an instant, it shattered completely, turning into a sky full of light specks that dissipated in the wind.

The destructive aftershocks of energy swept toward everyone on the square.

Zhao Linger and the others were left completely exposed before the Netherworld Palace Envoy, without any power to resist.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The Ghost-Masked Envoy looked at the despairing expressions of the people below, a cruel and satisfied smile appearing on his face.

He loved this feeling.

This pleasure of Dominating others' lives and deaths, watching his prey die in despair.

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final judgment.

At that very moment.

Qingyun Sect, Back Mountain.

Within that forest in the Forbidden Ground.

The light dissipated.

A slender, jade-skinned perfect Physical Body stood quietly in place.

He slowly opened his eyes.