242: Chapter 241 A single strike severs the mortal world, the Ghost Mother falls!

The opportunity lasted only for a single instant.

A Grand Unity Golden Immortal was, after all, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal; even if her mental state had collapsed, the combat instincts and sense of crisis etched into her bones remained. Once she regained her senses and burned her Origin to fight for her life, Lin Feng might not necessarily come out on top.

He had to achieve a one-hit kill!

He had to make it so she didn't even have the chance to regret!

Lin Feng hovered above the firmament. The asura dragon-slaying blade in his hand seemed to sense its master's killing intent, letting out a hum of bloodthirsty longing. Upon the dark red blade, intricate demonic runes lit up one by one, as if an ancient Asura was awakening from a deep slumber, opening its blood-drenched eyes.

At this moment, the wind died down and the clouds stopped moving.

BOOM—!!!

An indescribably terrifying aura erupted from Lin Feng's body.

This was not an aura belonging to a Golden Immortal; it even surpassed the Grand Unity level, touching the edge of the laws of a "Quasi-Saint."

In this instant, the heavens and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

The originally boiling blood sea actually fell into an eerie calm at this moment, as if even the seawater felt an extreme terror and was suppressed into immobility.

The blade in Lin Feng's hand was no longer a blade.

It was a line.

A black thread that severed life and death, Karma, and the past and future.

The Ghost Mother had just recovered from her shame and indignation when she looked up and saw this scene that froze her Divine Soul.

In her vision, that tiny Human Race Golden Immortal seemed to have transformed into a Reaper harvesting the myriad heavens.

"No... this is impossible! You're just a Golden Immortal!! How could you possibly possess the power to sever Karma?!"

The Ghost Mother shrieked, her voice distorted by fear. She frantically mobilized all the remaining Immortal Qi in her body, attempting to re-solidify her defenses, and even wanted to burn her Grand Unity Dao Fruit to flee.

Too late.

Far too late.

"This strike will send you to your next life. In your next life, don't mess with someone who has cheats."

Lin Feng whispered softly, his tone as casual as if he were greeting a neighbor.

He swung the blade.

There was no world-shaking explosion, nor were there any dazzling light effects.

There was only a pitch-black thin line that ignored the distance of space and the obstruction of time, gently and tenderly passing through the Ghost Mother's neck.

Immediately following that, the black line did not disappear; instead, it extended downward, cutting into the boundless Nether Blood Sea.

One second.

Two seconds.

The entire world seemed to have been paused.

The Ghost Mother's expression froze on her face. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but a red line as thin as a hair suddenly appeared at her neck.

*Crack.*

That aged head slowly slid off.

And in the blood sea behind her, the most terrifying and shocking roar of this battle erupted—

CRASH!!!

The blood sea, millions of miles wide, was actually sliced cleanly in half by this single strike! The seawater rolled back to both sides, revealing the bottomless seabed!

The Saber Intent lingered for a long time, even severing the ethereal Karmic connection between the Ghost Mother and the blood sea.

This meant that her proud resurrection method, "the Blood Sea does not dry, the Nether River does not die," was completely neutralized!

A Grand Unity fell, and the heavens and earth trembled.

A torrential rain of blood suddenly fell from the sky as the wind howled, as if the world itself was weeping for the fall of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

But Lin Feng had no time to worry about that.

Because in his ear, the most pleasant and beautiful sound in the world rang out, like a stirring symphony.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for slaying an Early Stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal powerhouse—the Ghost Mother of the Nether!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining critical hit points: 500 trillion!]

Awesome!

Too awesome!

His entire body felt comfortable!

Lin Feng looked at the long, dizzying string of zeros on the panel, and the slight heartache from when he went all-in just now vanished instantly.

This is high risk, high reward! This is the joy of every strike being a critical hit!

"Whew..."

Lin Feng let out a long breath and sheathed his blade. Although that single strike had drained all his essence, energy, and spirit, he had the System; as long as he had critical hit points, he could restore his state to full in an instant.

"Fugui, stop waving that broken flag of yours and get over here quickly."

Lin Feng beckoned to Huang Fugui, who was still grinning foolishly below.

"Aye! Coming, Master!"

Fugui trotted over, tossed the red bellyband aside, and then looked at Lin Feng while rubbing its little paws expectantly.

"Master, that old hag is dead, so her family property..."

Symbols for wealth flashed in Fugui's beady eyes.

Lin Feng looked down at the Nether Immortal Cave, which had now lost its owner and whose defensive array had completely failed; a cruel yet pleasant curve hooked at the corner of his mouth.

"What kind of talk is that?"

"This is called 'ownerless property,' it belongs to the virtuous."

"Let's go, let's raid the house!"

...

If killing someone was a momentary pleasure, then raiding a house was a continuous artistic enjoyment.

The Nether Palace Treasury.

When Lin Feng kicked open the bronze gates—three zhang thick and covered in defensive runes—even he, who could be considered well-traveled and knowledgeable in this life, couldn't help but gasp.

"Hiss—"

Too rich.

Really too rich.

This Ghost Mother of the Nether had occupied the Ghost Market for tens of thousands of years; this place was the largest black market for fenced goods in the entire Three Realms! Who knew how many illicit stolen goods and how many belongings of intercepted Cultivators had eventually ended up here.

Everywhere he looked, golden light shimmered and the aura of treasures soared to the heavens.

To the left were mountains of top-grade Immortal Crystals. Those Immortal Crystals weren't counted piece by piece like outside; they were piled directly into over a dozen small mountains like trash. The dense Immortal Qi they emitted directly condensed into liquid spiritual rain above the treasury, pitter-pattering down.

To the right were all sorts of unknown demonic stones, Ore Mothers, and ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicines.

Blood Coral, Nether Flowers, Ten-Thousand-Year Empty Green... these treasures, which would be enough to cause a bloodbath outside, were tossed randomly into crates here like unsold radishes and cabbages in a grocery store.

In the center, hundreds of radiant Immortal Artifacts hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating.

Among them, there were even a few emitting an ancient and desolate aura; those were... Acquired Spirit Treasures!

"My dear mother..."

Fugui's drool flowed all over the floor, soaking the red bellyband on its chest. It let out a strange cry and dove headfirst into the pile of Immortal Crystals, rolling around happily.

"We're rich! Master! We're going to be rich! If I eat all of these, I can evolve into the Howling Celestial Dog... no, a Heaven-Swallowing Divine Beast!"

"Look at how little ambition you have."

Although Lin Feng's heart was also thumping with excitement, he was, after all, a host who had seen the world. He knew very well that if these things weren't converted into strength, they were just a pile of pretty stones.

In this crisis-ridden Immortal Realm, only the points deposited in the System provided a true sense of security.

"Fugui, don't just focus on playing, get to work! Move everything that can be moved, and pry away what can't be moved!"

Lin Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the treasury and took a deep breath, his eyes fanatical.

"Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra! Devour!"