Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 643: Hard To Say, It Depends On The Situation

Everyone saw the world differently, shaped by their own perspective.

When Lin Moyu first awakened his class, reaching the third class awakening had already been considered the pinnacle.

Later, after meeting Bai Yiyuan, he realized that becoming a God-level expert was the true summit.

Now, even that was no longer enough.

To move forward, he needed to master law. Only by reaching half-step Transcendent God-level would he qualify to touch the ancient secrets.

For most class users, stepping into the God-level was an unreachable dream; half-step Transcendent God-level was something they didn’t even dare to imagine.

But for Lin Moyu, it still fell far short of his expectations.

The old man—suspected to be Laozi—had hoped Lin Moyu would become the guide of this age.

But what did it mean to guide an age? Even a full Transcendent God-level might not suffice. Compared to that, half-step Transcendent God-level was little more than a starting point.

In terms of vision alone, Kunlun Great God before him was far inferior to the old man of the Primordial Space.

“Is half-step Transcendent God-level really enough?” Lin Moyu asked softly.

Kunlun Great God frowned. His expression had always been gentle, but now he sensed a hint of arrogance in Lin Moyu.

He didn’t refute him directly. Instead, his voice grew deeper.

“Mastering law is extraordinarily difficult. Don’t think of it as something simple. Even in our time, when law openly manifested, only a handful truly mastered them.”

Lin Moyu knew this well, yet his answer was calm and unwavering, “I will achieve it.”

Kunlun Great God studied him in silence.

In his eyes, Lin Moyu seemed young, confident to the point of underestimating the vastness of heaven and earth.

If half-step Transcendent God-level were truly so easy, why had only one such expert appeared in the Human World over the past century?

Throughout history, only a few had ever emerged, separated by vast stretches of time.

Even in his own time, half-step Transcendent God-level experts had been exceedingly rare.

Kunlun Great God said slowly, “Confidence is good. But do not become conceited.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “I understand.”

His manner was neither humble nor overbearing. He had faced too many powerful beings, and while a Great God deserved respect, there was no need for excessive flattery.

Moreover, this was merely a phantom. The Great God’s main body still slept. Who knew when it would awaken?

Without realizing it, Lin Moyu’s mindset had already changed.

Kunlun Great God shifted the topic, “You passed the dungeon’s final trial. I want your help with something.”

Lin Moyu knew the real matter was here, “Please explain. What is it you want me to do?”

He didn’t agree outright. If the request was too dangerous, he would refuse without hesitation.

Before answering, Kunlun Great God asked solemnly, “Tell me—can I trust you?”

Lin Moyu replied honestly, “Hard to say. It depends on the situation.”

“For instance, if what you ask threatens my life.”

“Or if it harms the human race.”

The first, he would simply refuse. The second, he might do far more than that.

Kunlun Great God’s main body slept. How much power this elemental phantom could wield was uncertain.

Bringing Lin Moyu into the Kunlun Divine Palace itself carried risk.

If Lin Moyu had harbored ill intent, the consequences could have been severe.

After all, Lin Moyu’s combat power was no joke. He had slaughtered Gods and God-level experts alike.

The title of five-star godly general was no exaggeration.

Likewise, Lin Moyu had taken a gamble as well.

What if the Kunlun Great God intended him harm?

This was, after all, a Great God.

But Lin Moyu never entered a battle without confidence.

With Antares’s scale in hand, he believed his safety assured.

In truth, both sides were gambling. Yet at the most basic level, a foundation of trust had already been established.

Hearing Lin Moyu’s sincere tone, Kunlun Great God relaxed instead.

Had Lin Moyu agreed without hesitation, he would have felt uneasy.

A faint smile appeared on his face, “Rest assured. What I ask will not harm the human race. I once fought alongside your people—a comrade of life and death.”

He emphasized those words, his eyes gleaming with heroic light, as if memories of ancient fighting had resurfaced.

“As for danger.” He continued, “To others it would mean certain death. But for you, at most, it will be troublesome.”

He knew exactly what kind of combat power Lin Moyu possessed—a five-star godly general capable of killing Gods far above his own level.

Though Lin Moyu was only level 74, strength could never be judged by level alone.

People like him were anomalies in their age, freaks whose talent surpassed even so-called prodigies.

“I want the specifics.” Lin Moyu said bluntly.

Kunlun Great God didn’t evade the matter, “I want you to go to the lower layer of the Immemorial Battlefield, beneath the Savagewild Continent, and retrieve something for me.”

“The Green Dragon Ocean?” Lin Moyu asked.

Kunlun Great God nodded, “Yes.”

“What do you want me to retrieve?”

“My wife’s godhead.”

Lin Moyu looked at him, “Your wife’s godhead is at the bottom of the Green Dragon Ocean?”

Kunlun Great God smiled bitterly, “She died in battle. Her godhead fell into the ocean and sank to its depths.”

“Recovering it is something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Unfortunately, it’s far too difficult. Even a level 89 half-step Transcendent God-level expert couldn’t succeed.”

“I’ve waited many years. At last, you have appeared.”

Sorrow tinged his voice, and the sadness in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

Lin Moyu could feel it clearly. These words came from the depths of his soul, sincere and without deceit.

Kunlun Great God continued, “My wife and I were different from other Gods.”

“We did not ascend naturally. We became Gods through a stroke of fortune. Before that… we were both human.”

Lin Moyu was startled. No wonder Kunlun Great God had once fought alongside humanity. This was likely one of the reasons.

As if unburdening himself after countless years, Kunlun Great God went on, “The God of Life has also perished. If she still lived, my wife might have had a chance to revive.”

“Even if revival is impossible, retrieving her godhead is something I must do as her husband.”

“It is the only thing I can still do for her.”

The grief embedded in his memories seemed to fill the entire Kunlun Divine Palace.

Wind chimes swayed gently, their sound low and mournful.

Lin Moyu spoke solemnly, “The sea is vast. Searching for a single godhead is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It won’t be easy.”

Kunlun Great God slowly raised his hand. Instantly, all the wind chimes trembled in unison.

A massive, exquisitely crafted wind chime descended from above.

It radiated divine aura and was permeated with law force.

When it first appeared, it was as large as a bronze bell; by the time it landed in Kunlun Great God’s palm, it had shrunk to the size of a fist.

Lin Moyu recognized it. It was one of the wind chimes hanging outside the Kunlun Divine Palace.

Kunlun Great God gazed at it, his eyes filled with memories.

“This is my wife’s life-bound weapon. Take it. If you come within 100 kilometers of the godhead, it will resonate.”

Lin Moyu accepted the wind chime and immediately cast Detection.

[Holy Melody Wind Chime: mythical-grade weapon, weapon of the God of Holy Melody.]

A mythical-grade weapon, one imbued with law force.

The God of Holy Melody, Kunlun Great God’s wife, had clearly been a high-tier God.

Whether level 96 or level 98, Lin Moyu couldn’t tell, but such a being would have been unimaginably powerful.

And yet, she had fallen.

In that ancient catastrophe, countless Gods had perished.

What had truly happened remained a mystery.

Lin Moyu held the Holy Melody Wind Chime. He couldn’t use it. To him, it was merely a sturdier, more beautiful wind chime.

“I can help you.” He said calmly, “But all things require fair exchange. What is the reward?”

Kunlun Great God replied, “You obtained a stalk of Kunlun Snow Grass in the early stage dungeon, didn’t you?”

[Kunlun Snow Grass: bonus reward from the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon (early stage). Grants +1 level if used below level 80, +2 levels if used below level 70, and +3 levels if used below level 60.]

A treasure capable of directly increasing one’s level; truly extraordinary.

When Lin Moyu had first obtained it, he had been astonished.

Now, with broader insight, he understood that it contained immense soul force, which was what enabled its effect.

He had never used it. For him, leveling up was only a matter of time.

Kunlun Great God pointed toward a flower bed in the distance, “That is your reward.”