Chapter 487

Ji Ming also felt a bit numb; truly, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"I was just talking nonsense, you actually really dug a pit in your own divinity?"

Hehe, I'm one of the Four Great Holy Gods—what's this little trick?

Although he was still as stubborn and foul-mouthed as ever, the Purple Lightning God's wording had clearly softened considerably, after all…

Um, cough… you're the Upper God, right?

Ji Ming had by now arrived behind the long-unseen holy hall's curtain and sat down on that familiar sofa.

Oh, you already knew? I thought you didn't.

Purple Lightning hurriedly offered his attentions.

I know, I know! Actually I've been watching you guys for a long time—I… uh, I've been watching the whole time!

Heh, arrogant before, deferential after—just thinking about it makes one laugh!

Purple Lightning suddenly became so agreeable—surely not because he attained the Dao overnight and abruptly turned obedient.

It was only after Ji Ming's full set of fire dragon fruit belly, foot, heart, and lung revival that he finally learned to bow his head and act like a toad.

He even learned attentiveness all at once.

Your Excellency Upper God, you probably haven't been in Yangyue long, right? Look, I've been here over ten thousand years—I'm absolutely a local!

How about this: you spare my life, I'll be your guide—I'll certainly attend to you before and after, to repay with the service of a horse and ox.

As a result, before Ji Ming could even speak, the boss started cursing.

【You damn well, who the hell still wants to be an ox here…】

Quietly deleted.

【You still want to be my roommate? Dream on! Malone Gobi, you think this is a pond, still want to raise a toad!】

Ah?

Purple Lightning was dazed—he hadn't expected to have slipped into someone else's sea of consciousness, yet still hear a third voice.

He instinctively shrank back a sentence.

You… who are you?

【I'm your father!】

Good, good, good—still the old partners' tacit understanding in cursing, putting learning into practice, right?

But the Purple Lightning God had no idea about all these twists and turns; he simply couldn't understand what the boss meant at all.

All he could do was utter another sentence.

Ah?

No choice, the boss had to explain.

【I am the world's will; the Upper God is someone I summoned. Having me as his guide is enough—you have no place here, so go in peace!】

He spoke with utter confidence, yet Ji Ming couldn't help but mutter: 'You still dare to call yourself a guide…'

Back home there's a gang secretly wreaking havoc on the whole world for tens of thousands of years, and I'm still afraid you'll drag me into a ditch!

Still, they're partners after all—no choice but to nod along.

Yeah, I have the world's will helping me—you're useless.

Purple Lightning: ……

Aminos!

After demonstrating the ultimate in Yangyue World's vulgarity, Brother Toad was seized by Ji Ming in one grab, instantly refined, and thus logged off.

Alas……

Having sent off another ancient soul, Ji Ming was about to sigh when he saw the system pop up two windows with a bang.

【Experience 100000】

【Merit upup】

???

Ah? I didn't missee, is this a few damn zeros?

【Um, savior, it seems you unintentionally hit a bug just now; the world's rules judged that you killed the Purple Lightning God and the Demon Lord together】

whatf**k?

In Ji Ming's eyes, he merely crushed a wisp of the Purple Lightning God's residual consciousness like a bug trapped in toilet paper.

Although it could barely be called a 'kill', the Purple Lightning God had already kicked the bucket tens of thousands of years ago, and the experience from his head had long been settled.

Therefore, in terms of experience gain from grinding wild monsters, he actually hadn't 'killed' anything at all.

But according to the world's laws, it's completely different—Ji Ming had done something truly shocking.

The root of it all is the Purple Lightning God's heaven-defying mastery of mental control, plus the powerful ability to parasitically jump with his divinity.

First, Purple Lightning is a genuine Zhen Shen; even a mere wisp of residual consciousness can be judged as possessing a complete mind and unique 'soul'.

Second, the Demon Lord is a bona fide level-80 professional; with Purple Lightning's buff added, he pushes straight toward ninety, essentially reaching the hard threshold for ascending to a Zhen Shen.

Thus, when the Purple Lightning God returned to the mortal realm via the Demon Lord's body, a situation unprecedented in world law arose.

This is a stirring piece of music.

This is the silhouette of a big sister who looks incredibly badass.

Who am I?

A dead person?

But it has a soul, and is furthermore a powerful Zhen Shen–level being, its vitality surpassing that of a living person.

A living person?

But its body is a living corpse, merely sustaining vitality through divine energy conversion, temporarily maintaining a dynamic balance that makes it appear like a living creature.

World Law (frantically wiping sweat before the two buttons): "Alas, which byd keeps giving me riddles, can you be a bit more obedient?"

Fortunately it's just a "machine"; it lacks autonomous thinking, so it only overheats due to bugs and won't turn red‑hot.

Thus the poor World Law, unable to find a suitable case, can only presume innocence and temporarily judge it as…

【Level 89·Purple Lightning God·Patricia】!

But just as one wave settled, another rose; after Ji Ming, together with his mortal body, transcended Patricia's consciousness, another dreadful bug appeared.

The Law just treated the Purple Lightning God's consciousness as the consciousness of the 【Purple Lightning God】, but now the 【Purple Lightning God】 is completely dead—how can a 【Purple Lightning God】 still exist?

World Consciousness (flips the table): "What the heck!?"

There's no choice; to keep the previous judgment logical, it can only temporarily judge this Purple Lightning God's consciousness as 【Level 89·Purple Lightning God·Subait】.

Thus the judgment anchors of the two Level‑89 entities were both tied to this fragment of lingering consciousness, so when Ji Ming crushed it, it was equivalent to slaying two Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen in one breath.

At this point it may still be a bit fuzzy, but fuzziness is exactly right; without it how could one trap the World Law's bug? Anyway, Ji Ming's wave of 100,000 experience, together with massive merit, filled him up and that was that.

Therefore, when Ji Ming, in a sixty‑level body, having consecutively slain two Level‑89 deities, opened his own panel, it was already so unfamiliar it no longer seemed his.

【Name: Ji Ming】

【Level: 70 (800/12800)】

【Divine Rank: Sovereign of Living Beings, Perfect Upper Deity, Love and Beauty, Purple Lightning】

【Profession: Alchemy Grandmaster】

【HP: 245】

【Agility: 245】

【Intelligence: 339】

【Charisma: 201】

【Technique: Pure Qi Nourishing Body Art·Fifth Transformation·Fifty‑five Layers】

【Free Attribute Points: 75】

【Free Skill Points: 60】

A hundred thousand experience poured down like rain; Ji Ming's level rose ten at once, and the learning‑loving him naturally advanced from 【Alchemist Master】 to 【Alchemy Grandmaster】.

…Who would have thought that after previously cursing those 【Secret Art Wizards】 with the Demon Lord over how monstrous they were, now he is only 12,000 away from advancing to this profession.

However, as the level rises, each promotion requires increasingly many prerequisites.

Especially the hurdle at level 71; Secret Art Wizards and Alchemy Grandmasters are not on the same tier, and Ji Ming's current alchemy level is wholly insufficient.

He originally thought, with busy affairs, that grinding these ten levels would take until year‑end, and reading could wait; unexpectedly, a simple pinch did it, sigh…

It seems that after this matter, he still has to find a place to seclude himself for cultivation, at least to see whether the Rejuvenation Elixir can be taken a step further.

Besides the level, having cut the ten‑thousand‑year karmic burdens of the demon dragons and slain the ten‑thousand‑year‑lurking Purple Lightning God, the massive merit also raised Ji Ming's "Pure Qi Nourishing Body Art" by seven layers, finally reaching the Fifth Transformation realm.

The skill unlocked at Fourth Transformation is called Thunder Roar Whistle; it converts internal pure Qi into supreme yang, supreme hardness true‑gold thunder‑electricity, and the effect is a crack—any bizarre creature at least owes you three lives.

This thing is certainly a high‑value skill for ordinary players; combined with the Second Transformation's Earth Qi Shield and the Third Transformation's Xun Wind Walk, one can become an airborne gunboat capable of both defense and offense.

But Ji Ming has lightning divine power above, holy light below, and still the Purple Lightning divine power; this thing is merely a low‑tier substitute, so it has no presence at all.

Yet the Fifth Transformation is also a watershed for "Pure Qi Nourishing Body Art", because upon cultivating to this stage, a uniquely distinctive and powerful skill is unlocked.

——Central Palace Battle Soul.

It's roughly equivalent to the weapon soul Susanoo, Law of Heaven and Earth, which can awaken the true self and project inner matters outward to meet the enemy.

If the user is a particularly cunning being, what is released might be an extraordinarily bizarre, ever‑changing fox spirit,

If the user is a being who loves to think, what is released might be a silk‑spitting, trench‑war suitable demon spider.

Then what would Ji Ming's released battle soul be?

"Need I say? It's definitely the T‑800!"

Ji Ming hurriedly guided his internal pure Qi to release the skill, but looking around, after the not‑tiny curtain, there was nothing.

He searched again carefully, turned over all the furniture, still nothing.

"…I get it, it must be too narrow here; it spawned outside!"

【Alas, isn't it right there】

Unfortunately Ji Ming completely ignored the sunlight, lifted the curtain and rushed out.

But as expected, the spacious warship sanctuary was also empty, nothing but neatly arranged seats.

"Could it be…"

【That】

"Could my battle soul already be huge! Hard! Iron! to the point that even the warship's interior can't contain it? I know, it's the shockwave with the drilling beast!"

But when he teleported outside the warship, he found that the combat training camp, aside from a large group of newly‑joined players debating the Battle of Falling God Mountain, was otherwise empty.

【Savior?】

"Could it be a dangerous wanderer tens of meters tall?"

Underground space.

"Or a hundred‑meter‑tall New Zeon?"

Surface.

"Surely not a towering Gundam thousands of meters high?"

But Ji Ming had already walked all the way to Sunlight City, yet still hadn't seen his continuously consuming pure Qi manifested battle soul.

【I think】

"I understand!"

Ji Ming lowered his body, slowly embracing the ground in a motion like sinking into a mother's arms.

"My battle soul must be the Primordial Celestial Venerable; now this planet has become mine!"

Little boss: sweating soybeans.

【Savior, could you please accept reality?】

"No!"

Ji Ming lies on the ground.

"Woo woo woo, I can't accept it!"

In fact, with Ji Ming's eyesight, he saw at first glance what his battle soul was.

After all, that thing was bright and kept trembling, its presence so strong it was hard to miss.

But such a thing... it really is rather special.

It is that kind of long, thick‑ended thing with a single eye, looking extremely suspicious and evoking endless imagination—a strange object.

Ji Ming finds it hard to accept that his ever‑righteous, justice‑first self is actually this kind of thing; for a moment he feels a little broken.

So the question arises: what exactly is this thing?

Exactly!

It is a radiant, glittering strand that flickers lightly like a tiny flame...

Needle!

【Savior, think about it, big·hard·iron, three requirements—this thing satisfies at least two of them, already pretty good!】

"Fine, then. What's the use of a needle, embroidering someone on the battlefield?"

【Then think again, at least it's an iron needle, not a bamboo pin!】

"Hey! Saying it like that sounds so pleasant, I like it!"

Finally, Ji Ming, now on a step, stands up and pinches the floating red needle.

But the thing feels unusually icy to the touch, even numbing the bones, with no scorching heat as its appearance suggested.

"So what exactly is this thing for? It can't be meant as a hidden weapon, like practicing that sunflower… ah, never mind."

"Cough!"

He clears his throat, gathers righteous Qi, and lowers his voice.

"Please, darling, turn around!"

As the words leave his mouth, a massive surge of righteous Qi pours into the red needle.

Before he can react, the red needle silently slips from his fingertip and flies away, vanishing.

"..."

【Ah, this】

Ji Ming's blood pressure, which had just dropped, starts climbing again as he points toward the direction where the red needle vanished, his fingers trembling.

"Damn, with this much righteous Qi, I could fill a new‑energy bus, and it just…"

But the next second, the trees before him suddenly tremble, the canopy sways, leaves flutter, and foliage rustles down like raindrops.

Yet this lively scene lasts only an instant before being torn apart, scattering like sand dust blown by a strong wind.

So Ji Ming merely blinks, and a bare, quiet path leads into the forest's depths.

All this happens at breakneck speed; from motion to stillness is instantaneous, and anyone unaware would think it's a hallucination.

"..."

But Ji Ming still says nothing; instead, he gathers his breath and forms three red needles, firing them side by side.

A second later, still silently, the forest path widens into a carriage‑wide road.

It is clean and flat, like a butter cake smoothed by a blade.

Only then does he widen his eyes.

"Whoa, what kind of innate Earth‑building saint body do I have?"