Chapter 2073: Starlight's Departure

Boom boom boom! Boom boom! Boom!

Crimson mental power explosion lights bloomed like nuclear blasts, continuously erupting in space.

Above the sky, Lin An continuously controlled the mental power storm, sweeping the battlefield. Countless bone dragons and hurled necromancer assassins shattered like locusts falling down.

In an instant, the whole battlefield seemed filled with the sense of fresh blood and rotting white bones, corpses piling up into kilometer-high peaks!

Yet under Lin An's terrifying power bombardment, the resurrected necromancer army still felt no fear, still madly charging at him.

Thirteen seconds..!

"Bang!!"

Lin An's expression grave, he swiftly slashed with Cain's Blade, instantly turning it into a tens-of-thousands-meter huge sword aura, one sweep obliterating the resurrected skeleton legion.

A sideways glance, the mental power in his eyes formed like a spear, directly blasting apart the large group of bone dragons flying to his right.

Waves of red, yellow, black, and green negative rules covered his body like bone‑eating worms.

From afar, Lin An looked as if covered in colorful stickers, his movements somewhat distorted.

And all this was actually caused by over a hundred necromancers on the ground.

A bit.. troublesome..

A blue light flashed in his eyes; although these negative rules were only initial Fourth Stage, the strongest were merely intermediate.

But due to their overwhelming number, Lin An soon found himself somewhat troubled.

I don't know how many times he had summoned Judgment thunder to bombard the ground; seeing the necromancers with bones smashed into disarray, Lin An also grew a headache.

"Bang!!"

Thunder surged, like an angry dragon annihilating the necromancers on the ground. After restoring action, Lin An continuously mobilized his electromagnetic force, forming an electric net that spread wildly.

He admitted, he had underestimated Mo Ling.

The battle had reached sixteen seconds, although he had already wiped out seven or eight rounds of the necromancer army.

But he could never find where Mo Ling was.

Endlessly, the constantly reviving necromantic creatures, even if vastly weaker than him, he still had to free up his hands to deal with them.

While consuming rules to resist and searching amid battle, Lin An actually discovered that if he did not use Conversion Power, his energy reserves would likely run out around fifty‑four seconds later.

Once his power was exhausted, relying only on bodily strength to fight, he would truly be trapped alive in place, making it even harder to find Mo Ling.

"Hum!!"

The electric net surged.

Like a thunder purgatory!

Seeing the necromancer army revive again, Lin An no longer bothered to conserve strength, simply mobilizing his electromagnetic rules to blanket the whole world.

He had said he would settle the battle in a minute, but facing Mo Ling he couldn't even do it in a minute—not even thirty seconds would be enough to avoid embarrassment!

"Why does it keep reviving endlessly? Where is the source of power?"

His thoughts raced; Lin An simultaneously searched quickly for Mo Ling's traces and pondered.

To be honest, if he still couldn't find Mo Ling, he planned to use the Omniscient Domain and violently break open this space!

Mo Ling could hide her traces, which he could understand. He had little grasp of spatial rules; after Mo Ling fused with a ghost infant, she might have gained an ability similar to hiding in subspace.

But what about the reviving power? It couldn't be that Mo Ling's spiritual and mental energy reserves were higher than his, could it?!

"Could it be the special nature of necromantic power?"

"Dream Meme? If it truly cannot be exhausted..."

"Crackle!!"

The electric net rapidly spreading to tens of thousands of meters burst with hundreds of millions of rays of light; under Lin An's violent search, these nets would vaporize and decompose the instant they touched an object.

Faster than clearing the field with a mental storm, yet seeing the purgatory scene he himself had created, Lin An felt no relaxation at all.

Still couldn't find it.

Even though he had used gravitational effects to forcibly pull at the surrounding space, Lin An still sensed no hint of where Mo Ling might be hiding.

Moreover, although his rule reserve far exceeded that of a typical Fourth Stage, it was still lacking compared to other systems; continuing like this, his rule power could not withstand such astonishing consumption.

Time arrived at twenty‑seven seconds.

The casualness in Lin An's eyes had already been replaced by solemnity.

Under his bombardment and covering search, the whole world seemed to become hell, countless thunderbolts wildly striking, and scarlet mental ripples, like tsunamis, shaking the entire space to a standstill.

Sword aura crisscrossed; Lin An was overconfident, believing that even if several War Star Level teams came, they could not survive more than three seconds in this environment.

However, besides the necromancer army constantly reviving in the thunderstorm, instantly annihilated and then reviving again, all his means were merely wasting power.

"Where could it be? Could it really be impossible to kill them all..?!"

Surrounded by thousands of streams of spirit energy swords, Lin An took a deep breath and instantly felt the situation was thorny.

He never imagined he would truly be unable to "defeat" Mo Ling!

No longer bothering to hold back his strength, Lin An's gaze sharpened; he simply planned to unleash the Omniscient Domain and forcefully see through everything!

However, just as that silvery hue representing the supreme rose from the depths of his eyes, a complex sound with an indeterminate meaning suddenly rang out in Lin An's mind.

"Idiot Lin An."

"I'm in your... heart."

The sound faded, and the silver in Lin An's eyes froze for a moment.

Only seen in his heart, within the Thought Space, a tiny figure—like Mo Ling when they first met—lifted her head and gazed at him.

She had waited a long time, yet never got Lin An to take a look at his own heart.

One minute later.

Space shattered, battle ended.

The two seemed to have fallen out of the void, returning to the wooden hut.

Crackle—

Under the firelight, Lin An stared blankly at Mo Ling as she returned to her original appearance.

He hadn't lost; in the instant he activated the Omniscience Domain, Mo Ling knew he would surely find her. But the result was now meaningless; victory or defeat didn't matter.

For a moment, even if he had won this battle, Lin An only felt the atmosphere was somewhat subtle, an indescribable feeling.

What... is this ability? Did you fuse with the ghost infant's abilities?

Not knowing how to resolve this dissonance, Lin An, in silence, could only force himself to skip over this feeling.

However, he was indeed astonished by Mo Ling's performance just now.

Seeing Lin An's deliberate avoidance, Mo Ling smiled faintly, and a flash of loneliness crossed her eyes before vanishing.

But she quickly reverted to her original haughty demeanor, hands on hips, stepping before Lin An, and let out a cold snort feigning indifference.

You don't know, do you?

It is the power of the Dream Meme, plus a portion of the ghost infant's abilities.

Didn't I say so? I fused with the ghost infant; you still remember the ghost infant, right?

As she spoke, Mo Ling vanished in an instant and reappeared just as quickly:

The ghost infant's ability is to make you forget it—I'm the same! How to put it, this is an ability I researched myself!

By using the ghost infant's teleportation ability, I can achieve a brief disappearance in real-world perception, then complete deception in perception, attaining the ability to remain completely hidden!

As for the energy of the undead legion, it comes from the Necromantic Space. As long as the space remains unbroken, I will not die, and those things can continuously revive.

As her words faded, Mo Ling's gaze fell upon Lin An's death god attire:

Speaking of which, the effect of your equipment is still stolen from mine...

Three minutes later, Lin An gazed thoughtfully at Mo Ling, who was utterly exhausted, having finished speaking, then curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

He roughly understood what new ability Mo Ling had gained.

The Dream Meme allows Mo Ling to 'steal' the power of those who enter the space. Initially, the restorative power came from Mo Ling herself, but from the third time onward, it comes from the entrants.

As the undead continually revive, the deeper the entrants' memory of the undead becomes, the more they unconsciously provide power for the undead's revival, enabling infinite resurrection.

Moreover, the teleportation ability granted by the ghost infant allows Mo Ling to deceive entrants at the cognitive level, making them mistakenly believe she has teleported somewhere.

Combined with the special rules of the spiritual entity, as long as the opponent stubbornly believes Mo Ling exists in some corner and considers their cognition correct, it becomes impossible to find her.

After figuring out the path Mo Ling had devised for him, Lin An couldn't help but feel somewhat surprised.

It is very powerful; if not facing an utterly overwhelming opponent, Mo Ling could theoretically drain any opponent of the same rank!

Yet, facing Mo Ling's changes, Lin An found he couldn't feel happy in his heart.

He did not know what Mo Ling had endured during this period to gain these powers, nor did he know what she had faced alone while everyone remained unaware.

Power comes at a cost.

Especially...

(Don't forget me, Lin An..)

Mo Ling.. what are you worried about?

Lord Lin An, the Stellar Radiance War will begin in twelve hours.

You may set out now!