The Wind-Lightning Continent was also a burial ground of the Gods.

The “lightning” within it symbolized the Lightning God, who had now truly turned to dust.

Lin Moyu could not forget her unyielding nature. The despair and mournful helplessness she had shown had deeply shocked him.

After learning the past of the Gods, Lin Moyu even felt a trace of heartache.

They were Gods, not humans, yet they had been humanity’s earliest comrades-in-arms and the pioneers of that age.

They faced catastrophe together with humans and fought side by side.

Some perished, while others fell into deep slumber.

Among humanity as well, some predecessors had changed their bloodline and race and became Gods.

Most of the gods from that age eventually became humanity’s greatest allies.

Like the humans, they were born in that age, bearing its mark and sharing its sense of belonging.

Lin Moyu felt the same way. Toward the previous age, even though its people had also been human, he felt little connection.

But toward the humans of the current age, he felt something entirely different.

This was the mark of an age, the imprint of an entire age.

Lin Moyu only truly understood this after his soul rank reached God-level.

The Lightning God was dead, and the Wind God should still be slumbering somewhere within the Wind-Lightning Continent.

Lin Moyu neither knew their exact location nor intended to search for them.

There was currently no way to resurrect them. Finding them now would be useless at best and harmful at worst.

It was better to let them remain asleep until the day he possessed the power to resurrect them. When that time came, he would awaken them himself.

After returning to the Wind-Lightning Continent, Lin Moyu once again targeted the Lightning Tree forests and Wind Petal clusters.

However, he deliberately avoided the Lightning Tree forest within the Lightning Mountain Range. Although that place contained the largest number of Lightning Trees, a terrifying being also slumbered beneath the mountain range.

It was the former mount of the Lightning God, left there to recover from severe injuries. Antares had personally arranged its resting place, which meant there was undoubtedly some connection between them.

Whatever the reason, Lin Moyu had no desire to provoke it again.

Instead, he focused only on the Lightning Tree forests along the outer regions and any Wind Petal clusters he encountered.

Although this approach was less efficient, it was enough for leveling.

The Wind-Lightning Continent stretched across thousands of kilometers, and no one knew how many Lightning Trees and Wind Petals existed across its vast lands.

For 1,000 years, very few people had come to clear them, allowing their numbers to grow unchecked.

Now, all of it had become Lin Moyu’s harvest.

EXP steadily accumulated. According to Lin Moyu’s estimation, it would take less than a day to advance from level 79 to level 80.

When that moment arrived, it would mark another qualitative leap in power.

Level 80 granted new skills and represented the stage where most class users awakened their strongest skills.

Level 90, on the other hand, was the realm of God-level and provided no new skills.

Thus, level 80 was the final opportunity for a class user to awaken and max out new skills.

Almost every class user, upon reaching this level, would pour all their resources into maxing out their level 80 skills.

After reaching level 80, the path toward God-level truly began.

It was also at this stage that class users began to come into contact with the soul.

They needed to comprehend the soul, understand its essence, and elevate its rank.

With a powerful soul, they could touch the skill space and trace the origin of their skills.

Eventually, they would move skill star cores out of the skill space, transforming ordinary skills into soul skills—what Antares referred to as law arts.

Once a skill was transformed into a law art, even with only a 1% fusion rate, extraordinary change would occur.

The skill’s power would increase dramatically, and its function could transform entirely.

By the peak of level 89, successfully moving and transforming one skill star core allowed a class user to become half-step God-level.

Transforming two skill star cores meant truly stepping into God-level.

At that point, an entirely new world would unfold.

However, possessing only two skill star cores—two soul skills—would place one among the weakest God-level at the same level.

At the same level, those with more soul skills were stronger.

Both Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were level 95 and possessed three soul skills, making them somewhat stronger than Ye Hao, who was at the same level.

As for Meng Anwen, because he was a dual-class God-level, he possessed four soul skills, giving him even greater combat strength.

Lin Moyu, on the other hand, was walking a path completely different from ordinary people.

His goal was to transform every one of his skill star cores into soul skills. Beyond that, he even intended to extract his three talents from the mysterious talent space.

Only by doing so could he achieve truly perfect God-level, one that granted combat power far beyond that of ordinary class users and laid an unshakable foundation for his future.

The myriad paths ultimately converged at the same source. No matter the journey, the final destination remained the same.

Lin Moyu’s eyes flickered faintly, his gaze deep and contemplative.

Meanwhile, the undead army continued its relentless slaughter. Lightning Trees fell one after another, and Lin Moyu’s EXP surged rapidly.

His leveling speed was hundreds of times faster than that of ordinary class users.

What others might take an entire year to achieve, he could accomplish in a single day.

As long as there were enough monsters, leveling speed was never a problem.

Lin Moyu paid little attention to the battlefield. Instead, his thoughts lingered on Antares’s words.

“There is more than one way for the humans to level up. But no matter the path, the goal is always the same: to reach the final destination.”

“Every world has its own rules. In my world, the path I chose is the strongest… but also the most difficult.”

“Only by crossing it can one walk more smoothly upon the road of the greater world.”

Lin Moyu slowly raised his head and looked toward the sky, “But I have a premonition… my path will not be so simple.”

As he approached level 80, that familiar sense of suppression returned.

The higher his level rose, the more prominent the suppression became.

Even Antares had been unable to locate its source, suggesting that its source existed on a plane far beyond his own.

When Lin Moyu first mentioned this sensation, Antares had assumed it was merely a mistake.

But now, Lin Moyu could clearly feel it again.

The suppression arose from the depths of his soul itself, like a curse clinging tightly to him, rooted deep within his soul.

Yet the level of this mysterious force was simply too high. Even now, Lin Moyu could not find any trace of it.

Group after group of Wind Petals and Lightning Trees were exterminated. A full day later, a burst of light erupted from Lin Moyu.

But this time, it was different from before. A brilliant golden light spread outward.

The golden light originated from within his soul. It flowed through his entire body before finally emerging through his skin.

Wrapped in that golden light, Lin Moyu seemed to transform into a figure forged from pure gold.

Level 80 was a threshold. It was the stage where the soul first began to cry out.

From this level onward, cultivation was no longer merely about killing monsters and gaining levels. One had to begin confronting and comprehending the soul itself.

Of course, monsters still had to be slain. They remained the source of EXP, and that EXP was, in essence, soul force.

This was the fundamental rule of the world, one that no one could escape, at least not in this world.

During the breakthrough, Lin Moyu felt his soul force surge dramatically.

The increase was astonishing, greater than the combined growth of several previous levels.

Level 80 truly marked a qualitative transformation.

As his soul ascended, Lin Moyu sat cross-legged in midair and entered meditation.

For most class users at this stage, reaching the skill space required endless fumbling in the dark, and success was not guaranteed.

Lin Moyu, however, acted more like a bandit.

With overwhelming soul force, he simply kicked the gate of the skill space wide open.