Chapter 4713: Your Patience Is Worst
The Chaos Pearl shattered, turning into dust and dispersing into the void.
It looked dead, yet not completely gone.
A tiny mote of light appeared in the emptiness, brimming with vitality as if nurturing something new.
Heaven Shattering Earth Rending; from ruin, new life was being born true destruction followed by rebirth.
Lin Moyu channeled the Power of Life and drew in massive amounts of Primordial Qi to speed the gestation.
The Undying Eye watched the light until a weak soul flame flickered into being within it.
He flicked a speck of radiance into the flame, that light containing all of Chaos Child's memories, personally copied by Chaos Child himself.
For any living being, memory is the core what memories you hold decides who you are; the shell comes second.
The newborn soul matched Chaos Child's memories perfectly and merged with them smoothly.
Bathed in Life Power and Primordial Qi, the soul flame grew at an astonishing pace.
Seeing that Chaos Child was now safe, Lin Moyu stopped paying attention and drew his awareness back to reality.
Heaven's punishment still rained down; bolts of lightning crashed onto him without pause.
The world was truly furious, and whether it worked or not, it kept striking anyway.
Lin Moyu split his focus across several tasks at once: his own breakthrough, the bloodline resonance, and helping Chaos Child die and be reborn outside this world's control.
He could break through whenever he wished now; the Supreme seat was within reach.
The world could no longer stop him on the contrary, it would be forced to acknowledge him.
An enemy of all worlds was about to sit on the Supreme throne with the world's recognition; the irony was immense.
Lin Moyu suddenly chuckled and looked over at Wine Venerable. "Senior, any interest in becoming a Supreme?"
Wine Venerable froze, then shook his head. "I am unworthy."
Lin Moyu smiled. "Whether you're worthy or not is not up to it. If you want the seat, this Lin can push you up."
Wine Venerable pondered for a few breaths before shaking his head again. "Forget it. My aptitude is what it is. Supreme or not makes little difference."
He was already quasi Supreme, barely weaker than a true Supreme and already acknowledged by the world.
Even if he took the throne, it would mostly be a change in title; his strength would not improve much.
Very clear on his own condition, he truly did not care whether he sat on that seat.
Besides, the throne obviously belonged to Lin Moyu.
No matter how politely he offered, Wine Venerable would not snatch it.
Lin Moyu laughed softly. "In that case, as you wish."
He himself still hesitated over the Supreme position.
His ultimate goal was to break free of this world, hence becoming its enemy.
If he accepted the throne now and the world recognized him, who knew what complications might arise when he later tried to leave.
Yet with Linguistic God World's latest surge in power, world force had flowed back into him, pushing him toward a breakthrough.
He no longer had the option of refusing the Supreme realm.
If Wine Venerable had agreed to it, Lin Moyu would simply have pushed him onto the throne instead; once all Supreme seats were filled, Lin would not have to sit.
In that case, he might become a special kind of Supreme stronger than the others, yet not acknowledged by the world.
However, that path carried unknown risks.
Now that Wine Venerable had refused, Lin Moyu chose not to insist.
"It seems this Supreme seat is unavoidable."
"Then I will sit on it and see how the world rules cope. Let's see if they fall into total chaos."
"The Calamity is nearing its peak anyway; let it riot along with everything else."
He considered what would happen to the world once he became Supreme.
Chaos was guaranteed; how far it would go was anyone's guess.
Having decided to take the seat, he still didn't rush.
Instead, he chose to use this chance to complete another matter.
"Little Peng."
At his low call, golden light flashed and Little Peng appeared at his side.
Heaven's lightning instantly turned on Little Peng, crashing down in torrents.
Little Peng reacted quickly, his body blazing with golden radiance as he blasted back at the thunder.
But the bolts were too powerful and smashed his light apart by force.
"Don't resist," Lin Moyu said.
Little Peng understood what he meant and chose to trust him. "All right."
He withdrew his golden glow and let the lightning fall freely; in moments, his flesh was flayed open, body a bloody ruin.
"Chaos Child has already gone ahead," Lin Moyu said. "You'll be going soon as well."
Long ago, when helping Little Tree sever its ties to this world, Lin Moyu had already discussed this plan and laid the groundwork.
At that time, Little Peng and Chaos Child both extracted and refined their memories, then handed them to Lin Moyu.
The operation could begin at any time, but the actual process was unknown, so preparation was essential.
Gritting his teeth, Little Peng said, "I'll leave it to Father."
Lin Moyu smiled lightly. "Relax. It won't go wrong."
Under the pounding thunder, Little Peng's aura weakened step by step until it vanished completely.
He died struck down by heaven's punishment.
In that instant, his imprint was erased from Chaos Wasteland.
Lin Moyu collected the corpse into Linguistic God World and, as with Chaos Child, followed the same procedure.
Under Heaven Shattering Earth Rending, Little Peng's body turned to dust, and new life began to germinate.
When the soul flame emerged, Lin Moyu sent Little Peng's memories into it, and the process went smoothly.
Inside Linguistic God World, no accidents would occur, and even if they did, Lin Moyu the world's master could immediately set things right.
From that point on, Little Peng and Chaos Child were completely free of Chaos Wasteland.
Within Linguistic God World, they would have far greater prospects.
In Lin Moyu's plans, that world's future power would be immense, and its inhabitants would be just as extraordinary.
Supremes born there would far surpass those of Chaos Wasteland.
Strength aside, the crucial thing was safety: in Linguistic God World, they would no longer live in fear of being targeted and killed.
With Little Peng settled, Lin Moyu finally turned his full attention to the Supreme throne.
Suspended in the heavens, that seat was now beyond contest no one could wrest it from him.
He walked forward on empty air, step by step, toward the throne.
The world rules roared, the entire heavens screaming in fury as thunder boomed like a storm, again and again trying to tear him apart.
The rules would not permit him to be Supreme, yet those rules also had to follow their own logic and could not be broken.
They unleashed the harshest punishment possible, but still could not slow him in the slightest.
Lin Moyu drew ever nearer to the Supreme seat.
Eyes half closed, he murmured, "You really do have patience. Still not making a move?"
He knew perfectly well that, beyond the world rules, several others were also unwilling to see him ascend.
If he became Supreme, killing him would be far harder.
A massive eye suddenly appeared, its gaze solid as steel as it swept across the sky wherever it passed, huge stretches of void shattered.
"Dao" had arrived.
Wine Venerable's face changed drastically as he unleashed his full power to shield Tang Divine Sect.
Thousands of gourds flew out at once, weaving into a colossal shield.
Dao's gaze crossed over it; the shield exploded, and Wine Venerable spat blood as he was blasted backward.
With a mere glance, Tang Divine Sect was almost crippled, and Wine Venerable was heavily wounded.
Still under heaven's punishment, Sword Emperor jolted in terror, then turned and fled without a word.
Lin Moyu chuckled. "So yours is the worst patience of all."