Lin Moyu and Antares reached a new agreement under fair and pleasant terms. Lin Moyu was tasked with going to the lower layer again to enter the Dragon King Hall dungeon. According to Antares, Lin Moyu was currently the only human qualified to access it. However, the dungeon had a minimum level requirement of 70—one Lin Moyu had yet to meet. Unfortunately, even Antares had no solution for that. As for what lay inside the Dragon King Hall, Antares claimed ignorance. He had never set foot in it himself. What he did know was that a Dragon Bead resided within. Lin Moyu had to retrieve it. As for the reward, Antares painted a grand picture for Lin Moyu, saying it involved the secret to becoming a Transcendent God-level powerhouse. It was an offer Lin Moyu could not refuse. Becoming such a Transcendent God-level powerhouse was his ultimate dream. Still, Lin Moyu didn’t hold it against him. On the contrary, he felt he had already gained a huge advantage. Yet, with no down payment offered, it remained to be seen who would benefit more in the end. In the White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen sipped tea with a relaxed air. Bai Yiyuan had just returned and glared at him with annoyance. "Why didn’t you tell me Moyu was safe?” “I had to wait in the Hall of Heroes all this time—it was so boring. That was a low move.” Meng Anwen sensed Lin Moyu’s return to the upper layer and promptly informed Bai Yiyuan. Meng Anwen smiled lightly, “I didn’t tell you, but you could’ve asked. You used to ask constantly.” Bai Yiyuan huffed, “I forgot, okay? Anyway, it’s good that Moyu’s fine. That kid’s already a three-star godly general—impressive.” Meng Anwen nodded, “Unexpected, but true. He even obtained a second Primordial Rune. His bound to surpass us in the future.” Bai Yiyuan agreed without hesitation, “His goal is to become a Transcendent God-level powerhouse—far beyond our reach.” Just then, space rippled faintly, and Bai Yiyuan’s face lit up, “Moyu’s here.” Meng Anwen smiled, “That was fast.” Moments later, footsteps echoed, and Lin Moyu entered. “Teachers, I’m back.” Bai Yiyuan beamed like a proud father, peppering Lin Moyu with questions. Lin Moyu patiently recounted everything that had occurred in the lower layer. Meng Anwen chuckled, “Moyu’s adventures should be published in textbooks.” Bai Yiyuan added, “That Venomous Flood Dragon—you know, I once tried to kill it with Madman Yan. We failed. And now it’s been slain by Moyu.” Lin Moyu took out the Venomous Flood Dragon’s materials, “Teachers, I’ve already used up most of the spinal fluid, so this is what’s left.” “But I still have the bones and fascia.” Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen exchanged glances, both smiling. Lin Moyu offered up the precious items without hesitation. Although they were legendary-grade materials, but they no longer held much use for him. After a bit of polite back-and-forth, Meng Anwen accepted the fascia and half the bones. As for the spinal fluid, neither teacher took it. At their level, growth came not from materials, but from the comprehension of laws and power. “Teacher Meng, please open the Shenxia Tower and activate its formations.” Seeing Lin Moyu so serious, Meng Anwen grew solemn as well. He summoned the Shenxia Tower and brought all three of them inside. Within the tower, there was an isolated space, layered with formations that completely suppressed any aura. Lin Moyu took out the corpse of the Poison God. After Antares sealed it, the aura of the corpse diminished to less than a tenth of its original strength. Even so, it still far surpassed that of the God finger. Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan gasped in shock. “A God corpse…” Bai Yiyuan’s voice trembled with excitement. Instinctively, he reached out to touch it. “Don’t!” Lin Moyu shouted, “The corpse is poisonous!” At the same time, a flash of light shot from Meng Anwen’s fingertip, striking Bai Yiyuan and blasting him back several dozen meters. “So old, yet still so careless.” Meng Anwen said with irritation. Lin Moyu explained, “Teachers, this is the corpse of the Poison God. The entire body is toxic. I used its blood essence to kill a God-level Demon King avatar.” Meng Anwen added, “The Poison God was a mid-tier God, no weaker than either of us. His poison is incredibly troublesome. Once infected, purging it will take immense effort.” Bai Yiyuan’s face flushed, but he didn’t argue. He knew he’d been careless. Lin Moyu asked, “Is it possible to comprehend laws from the corpse?” Meng Anwen shook his head, “The corpse may be valuable, but it’s of no use to us. We don’t understand the poison elemental law, and with little to no experience, it’s nearly impossible to draw inferences from it.” Though Antares had said it was possible, he spoke from a much higher vantage point. For Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan, it was far from easy. It wasn’t like the God finger Jiang Yi had given last time—though its law aura was faint, it was at least usable. Lin Moyu reluctantly put away the corpse. Then he took out a lightning-type Law Crystal. “What about this?” He asked. Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan examined it, and their expressions lit up. Bai Yiyuan exclaimed, “Good heavens. A Law Crystal. This is amazing.” “Among the entire human race, only the old man has a wind-type Law Crystal.” Meng Anwen nodded, “To us, this lightning-type Law Crystal is more valuable than the Poison God’s corpse.” “Both Old Bai and I have lightning elemental skills. We can definitely gain insights from it.” “I’m glad it’s useful.” Lin Moyu said, pleased to be able to help Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan. As he spoke, Lin Moyu produced another Law Crystals, handing one to each of them. He had set these aside from the beginning, including one for Yan Kuangsheng. One had already been expended in a self-destruction attack, leaving six at his disposal. A Law Crystal, used properly, was equivalent to a full-force blow from a high-tier God. In addition, Lin Moyu still possessed 105 pieces of Solidified Fire God's Blood Essence and the corpse of the Poison God—its exact store of Poison God’s Blood Essence unknown. The corpse itself remained his ultimate trump card. He realized then: he held a terrifying arsenal. If he went all out, even a God-level powerhouse like Bai Yiyuan might fall. Half a day after Lin Moyu returned, a teleportation formation suddenly activated in the skies above the Sakura Kingdom. Lin Moyu and Bai Yiyuan emerged from the formation and immediately flew toward the capital—Sakurahigashi City—killing intent radiating from both. This time, they came to kill. The Black Dragon Guild had crossed a line by colluding with Abyssal Demons, an unforgivable offense in both their eyes. Bai Yiyuan had previously stated that anyone who consorted with Demons deserved to die. The Sakura Kingdom wasn’t large, and within just an hour after emerging from the teleportation formation, the two were already hovering over Sakurahigashi City. "Black Dragon Guild, get out here!" "Black Dragon Guild, get out here!" "Black Dragon Guild, get out here!" Bai Yiyuan’s voice thundered through Sakurahigashi City, filled with killing intent, shaking the entire city. Chaos erupted at once. A large number of top-level class users rose into the sky, surrounding the intruders. As the capital of the Sakura Kingdom, Sakurahigashi City housed not only the nation’s most powerful class users but also a formidable army. Right now, that army was already on the move. Before anyone could speak, Bai Yiyuan roared, "Get lost! This has nothing to do with you!" A God-level aura exploded outward. Hundreds of top-level class users were crushed from the sky, falling to the ground in disarray, eyes wide with shock. The opponent was actually a God-level powerhouse. Lin Moyu's eyes flickered with surprise—he hadn’t expected Bai Yiyuan to be this powerful. From the aura he exuded, Bai Yiyuan was nearly at level 96, just half a step from high-tier God-level, capable of breaking through at any moment. He hadn’t been this strong before. Lin Moyu guessed that the God finger he’d obtained from Jiang Yi had significantly accelerated his progress. “White God, it’s an honor to receive you! Forgive me for not coming to greet you sooner.” A deep voice echoed as a figure soared up from the city below. Bai Yiyuan’s presence had finally drawn the attention of the Sakura Kingdom’s God-level powerhouses.