HAGLTP Chapter 79

In the dense forest, Lin Xuanluo was fleeing at full speed.

Over the years, Lin Xuanluo’s life had been a mix of extraordinary encounters and misfortunes, sometimes soaring like a celestial being, other times plunging into hell, which was quite thrilling. However, such experiences had also forged his strong adaptability, allowing him to reach the Golden Core stage without any major mishaps.

This time, he had come to this secret realm for an adventure.

He had no idea where he had offended a calamity star, who attacked him without a word, not listening to his explanations, behaving like a madman devoid of reason.

Worse still, this guy was a formidable Nascent Soul stage lunatic.

The calamity star relentlessly pursued Lin Xuanluo, and although he was skilled in combat, the absolute suppression of his cultivation was not something he could easily break.

Lin Xuanluo was already drenched in blood, having been forced to reveal almost all his trump cards, yet the person behind him was getting closer and closer. He could feel a dull pain in his meridians as his spiritual power began to run low.

“What deep-seated grudge do you have against me?” Lin Xuanluo couldn’t help but ask.

The man only responded with a cold laugh, seemingly well aware of the saying that villains perish due to excessive talking, and he didn’t bother to engage in idle chatter, raising his hand to unleash another fierce sword light.

A strand of black hair was severed, drifting to the ground, and a line of blood appeared on his cheek. If Lin Xuanluo hadn’t reacted quickly, his head might have been severed.

At the same time, a tingling sensation spread from the wound.

He was even poisoned! This unscrupulous fiend.

Feeling his body gradually growing sluggish, Lin Xuanluo was on the verge of cursing.

Helpless, he could only desperately squeeze out the last bit of spiritual power within him, trying to fight for a glimmer of hope.

Surrounded by the endless dense forest, with a powerful enemy hot on his heels, he had exhausted all his resources over the years.

But still, hope did not appear.

This person seemed to know his techniques and encounters very well, including some tricks he had never publicly used. He had escaped death multiple times relying on these tricks, but they were utterly ineffective against this opponent.

A foe who understood him completely, was several times stronger, and shamelessly relentless.

Ahead was a cliff, and Lin Xuanluo made a bold decision, planning to gamble on a chance for survival.

But a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder tightly before he could act.

This was the first time he heard the man’s voice, cold and laced with disdain and mockery: “Thinking of jumping off the cliff and relying on the protagonist’s halo to survive? I won’t give you that chance.”

Protagonist’s halo? A strange term.

But in this situation, Lin Xuanluo had no time to ponder such things.

The attacker held Lin Xuanluo with one hand while raising the other, gathering thick spiritual power in his palm.

Lin Xuanluo felt a prickling sense of danger, as if every pore in his body was about to explode. Rationality screamed at him to flee, but his exhausted spiritual power and restrained body made it impossible to escape the grip of the claw.

He had faced countless life-and-death crises, but none felt as inexplicable, helpless, and desperate as this moment.

Lin Xuanluo couldn’t understand why the other party was so fixated on killing him.

Suddenly, the entire secret realm shook, the ground beneath him cracking as if it were about to collapse.

The spiritual energy within the secret realm began to surge, a faint green aura mixing in, causing the spiritual energy to grow increasingly violent, like a provoked beast, rushing madly into the attacker who was absorbing the spiritual energy.

He immediately felt the spiritual energy within him erupt, causing his Nascent Soul to ache.

The spiritual energy here was off!

In shock, he suppressed the spiritual energy within him and instinctively expanded his consciousness to probe the secret realm.

Noticing the attacker’s distraction, Lin Xuanluo, who was already on the brink of exhaustion, steeled his resolve and unleashed his final killing move with the last of his breath.

This was a technique he had never used before, which had appeared in his mind after he refined the Wuyuan Xuan Stone.

The technique was bizarre to the extreme, not aligning with any form of cultivation he knew. It required no spiritual power but was bound to his will and desires, exuding a mysterious and uncanny aura. He had worried about the strangeness of this technique, and although he had pondered it repeatedly, he had never used it against an enemy.

But at this moment, he couldn’t afford to hesitate.

He swiftly turned around, fingers forming a seal, and fiercely pointed at the opponent’s energy sea.

There was no dazzling aura, no terrifying pressure, no overwhelming spiritual power fluctuations, yet the power of this move exceeded his expectations.

The enemy before him displayed an expression of disbelief after taking the hit:

“You… how…”

This strike seemed to shatter some kind of balance, and green cracks appeared on his body, rapidly spreading.

Soon, this powerful Nascent Soul cultivator collapsed like a broken puppet, his body turning gray.

Lin Xuanluo, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at his hand in disbelief. The power of this move was so great? This technique…

At that moment, he keenly sensed a faint spiritual power fluctuation within the broken corpse.

It was a Nascent Soul! To confront a Nascent Soul cultivator, merely killing him was not enough.

Without time to ponder the implications of the technique, Lin Xuanluo’s fingers moved like lightning, decisively grasping the Nascent Soul that was trying to sneak away.

“Uh—” His actions seemed a bit too forceful, and the fragile Nascent Soul let out a cry of despair.

“I thought you took my treasure…”

“Friend, let’s leave some room for each other…”

Lin Xuanluo did not soften his heart; he had no intention of asking why the other had been relentlessly pursuing him.

Even if he asked, he might not get the truth.

Although he appeared to be a gentleman of integrity, it did not mean he was unaware of the methods that could compel others to speak the truth.

Such as soul searching.

Soul searching was a brutal method. It could easily leave the subject’s soul damaged, turning them into a fool. If used on a fragile Nascent Soul, it would likely be unbearable.

Lin Xuanluo’s lips curled into a smile, as gentle as a clear breeze and bright moon.

As a cultivator, he had no habit of being overly merciful towards his enemies.

After the soul search, the attacker’s Nascent Soul indeed turned to ashes.

But Lin Xuanluo did not display a look of enlightenment; he saw the attacker’s past but discovered large gaps in it, especially in the recent experiences, which were completely unknowable.

Blank experiences, unknown murderous intent.

Lin Xuanluo stood up, tidying his disheveled robe sleeves, deciding to be more cautious in the future.

He also needed to delve deeper into the techniques from the Wuyuan Xuan Stone; he had a strong intuition that this technique would play a significant role in his future path as an immortal.

Perhaps these were gifts from that senior from years ago, but unfortunately, he could not know the senior’s name and could only express his gratitude in his heart.

·

Rey sat in his starship, gazing out at the pitch-black universe and the scattered stars.

Over the years, he had shed his youthful naivety; his skin was no longer the dark hue of a street urchin, his features were more defined, and his expression bore the sharpness and composure of someone in power.

He had already formed a rebellion, amassing countless large fleets.

They would become his sharpest weapons, aimed at the ambitious new queen and his willful brother, as well as his weak and jealous father.

Rey no longer resisted reclaiming the throne as he once did; this mission had become something he no longer viewed as impossible.

Having tasted the flavor of power and witnessed the injustices and rebellions occurring in various corners of the galaxy, he could no longer resign himself to being a street thug like he once was.

He wanted to reach the pinnacle, to seize control of the entire decaying empire, steering it towards what he believed to be a bright future.

Only in the dead of night would he reminisce about the days of hunger, hiding, and frequent beatings.

Because during those times, he had someone by his side; even stale bread that had been left for days tasted better than the delicacies before the crown prince.

Rey had learned how to hide his thoughts; the more he cared, the less he could reveal.

Jason.

He silently repeated this name in his heart.

A wave of melancholy surged within him as Rey picked up the coffee placed beside him.

Suddenly, an unsigned message appeared on his private terminal: [Drink it, and you won’t see your Jason again.]

Rey’s coffee-drinking motion halted.

Few people knew this number, and moreover, the other party mentioned Jason. Rey didn’t need to think to know who sent this message.

Those two who had pushed him to his current position but had never revealed their names.

These two were always peculiar and immensely powerful; he didn’t want to dwell on how they knew his current actions. More importantly, the warning implied in the message.

Rey’s gaze subtly swept across the room; besides him, there was one trusted aide.

Freyr.

This was someone who had followed him for many years, having undergone numerous trials to earn his trust. This cup of coffee was also personally served to him by Freyr.

At this moment, Freyr was quietly observing Rey’s actions, and upon seeing Rey pause while drinking coffee, he asked with concern, “Is today’s bean not to your taste?”

He seemed very concerned about whether Rey had drunk that cup of coffee.

Rey calmly set down the cup: “It’s cold; get me another one.”

“Yes.” Freyr nodded and walked over.

Rey watched Freyr’s movements, sensing something was off. Thanks to his streetwise experience, he was very sensitive to people’s expressions and steps. He remembered Freyr usually favored his right foot to land heavier, not moving with such precision as he was now.

His gaze was also different; those who had experienced blood and fire had a light in their eyes that was different from ordinary civilians, and Freyr’s eyes held that now.

But—too much.

It was as if he had slaughtered countless beings to attain such indifference and calmness.

He never slaughtered civilians and forbade his subordinates from doing so. Moreover, his war with the royal family had not yet fully begun. Where did Freyr gain such experience in slaughter?!

Who was this person?

“Freyr” stepped closer to his target, a faint glow flickering in the palm that hung by his side.

Just a little closer, and he could—

“Bang—”

Before “Freyr” could reveal his murderous intent, Rey moved first. As the leader of the rebellion, he was accustomed to carrying weapons with him, even while sleeping.

A laser pierced through “Freyr’s” forehead.

Rey was no longer the naive youth he once was; after the baptism of blood and fire, he had gradually become ruthless. Upon sensing danger, he would immediately transform into the fiercest lion and strike first.

But strangely, the corpse before him looked exactly like Freyr. Rey even called in a doctor for a DNA comparison, and the conclusion was also that it was indeed Freyr.

Rey calmly listened to the doctor’s report, waved his hand to dismiss him, and then opened his private terminal.

[Do you know what this situation is?]

[Ghost possession.]

[Please don’t joke.]

[From a theoretical standpoint, that’s how it is. Perhaps there is more than one ghost around you.]

After shutting down the terminal, Rey sat alone for a long time, frowning, then summoned his subordinates. After thoroughly observing and testing, he finally felt at ease to assign a task:

“Investigate all recent unusual behaviors and control them all. If there is any resistance, kill them directly.”

·

Conspiracies and counterattacks were unfolding in countless worlds.

The main system felt that its connection with the TOP group had almost been severed by half.

This indicated that at least half of the people it had sent to resolve the issues had died. Such a casualty rate was clearly abnormal, and what made it even more uneasy was that all the problematic worlds were those from which it had drawn power.

Something was causing chaos in its pasture.

The main system felt an emotion called anger.

It wanted to plunge into these worlds and tear apart whatever was stirring up trouble within them.

But although it was powerful, it also had its limitations; it was a system, and systems had to operate according to corresponding rules. It could not directly intervene in the worlds; all actions had to be carried out indirectly through the actors, unlike some reckless deities who roamed freely.

At this moment, the main system recalled a certain restless protagonist.

Mo Yi had once been its sharp blade, but later, he was misled into making mistakes. After severe punishment, he settled down and continued to serve as an observer.

Currently, there was no evidence of Mo Yi making mistakes, but its suspicions never required evidence.

·

“The main system is summoning me back to the system space,” Mo Yi said, accompanying the deity as they watched the protagonist beat the TOP group in a certain world.

“It suspects you.”

“I think so, but I shouldn’t have left any incriminating evidence.”

The deity displayed an expression of understanding, gesturing for his servant to come closer.

Mo Yi approached the deity with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, as the deity gently guided him closer by placing a hand on his head.

Their distance grew closer, and Mo Yi could see his reflection in the deity’s eyes.

At this moment, the deity was not disguised; those green eyes sparkled like gems. And he felt like a little bug trapped in amber, unable to escape, yet forever fused with the amber.

The deity’s crimson lips drew near.

Mo Yi’s heart, which had been calm for so long, gradually lost control.

Then, he received a heavy smack on his forehead.

The deity laughed like a mischievous cat that had just pulled off a prank: “See, I hit you just because I want to, no reason needed. The main system is the same.”

Mo Yi took a while to regain his senses, realizing the deity was answering his previous doubts.

Perhaps it was also a way to settle a grudge from a certain world where he had been dismissive.

Mo Yi felt a bit frustrated: “…”

The deity had learned to be mischievous, and it was still from him. This gave him the illusion of having dug a pit to bury himself.

After a moment, he adjusted his mood: “Do I need to respond to its summons?”

“No need; since it has come to this point, there’s no need to continue paying attention to that unfortunate thing.”

The summons sent out by the main system received no response for a long time.

Its anger continued to rise, like a sea king surrounded by stars suddenly discovering that the fish in the pond had turned against him.

Suddenly, dark lines appeared on Mo Yi’s neck, as if they were tattoos etched into his skin.

These were the shackles imposed by the main system on every observer, chains they could never escape, no matter where they fled.

Powerful forces tore at Mo Yi’s body, attempting to break through the barriers of space to pull him back into the main system’s space.

“It… is… forcibly recalling me…”

His hand, resting on the table, suddenly tightened, gripping the surface tightly as he gritted his teeth, unwilling to make any unnecessary sounds.

This was out of a subtle sense of pride in front of the deity; he did not want his vulnerable side to be discovered.

Even though the deity had already seen him in a more vulnerable state.

Noticing his resistance, the power of the main system’s summons grew stronger, and Mo Yi felt as if he were caught in a whirlpool in the deep sea, resisting the forces of nature with his flesh and blood.

A cold, pale hand landed on the back of his hand.

In an instant, the previously irresistible pulling force suddenly vanished.

The deity’s gem-like eyes focused on the dark lines that had appeared on Mo Yi’s neck, the stark contrast of the black lines against the warm human skin was striking.

It looked quite good.

But He did not like his servant bearing the marks of other existences.

The pale fingertips lifted, brushing over Mo Yi’s skin, erasing the black mark little by little, leaving only a faint redness from the deity’s touch.

“He is mine, from body to soul, every bit of flesh and bone, everything about him has long belonged to me. There has never been room for anything to be taken from what is offered to me…”

The arrogant declaration echoed along with the dissipating mark, nearly causing the main system to crash.