Chapter 4091: 4091 Chapter 4091: He Doesn’t Dare Do Anything to Me From the very beginning of this world, the filth pool had been accumulating impurities, eventually forming a considerable amount of filth essence. Even after Tun Yuan devoured part of it, there was still some left. Now, Lin Moyu had found all of it, gathering the filth essence together and making the essence he was cultivating even stronger, saving a great deal of time. The Sword Emperor’s seal, now riddled with holes, continuously delivered filth to the pool, which Lin Moyu’s formation quickly absorbed. Not only that, Lin Moyu also entered the underground dark river and set up formations there. This was something even Xuan Zhenzi couldn’t do back then his formations would have been corrupted by the Dao filth and rendered useless. But Lin Moyu could do it; all his divine runes had been modified, fused with some characteristics of chaotic lifeforms, making them immune to corruption. With this, vast amounts of filth from the dark river were forcibly drawn into the pool, providing nourishment for the filth Lin Moyu was cultivating. Looking at his handiwork, Lin Moyu suddenly said, "If you follow the dark river, could you reach the very core of the Great Wilderness?" An Yuyan thought for a moment. "In theory, yes, but no one’s ever done it, and there’s not much point." Lin Moyu smiled, "Maybe there is. Having another path is always good." At this point, An Yuyan was clearly worried. "What if the Sword Emperor finds out what you’re doing?" Lin Moyu said, "If he finds out, so be it. He doesn’t dare do anything to me." An Yuyan didn’t know where Lin Moyu’s confidence came from, but judging by his demeanor, he truly wasn’t worried about being discovered by the Sword Emperor. Lin Moyu smiled, "If I were worried about the Sword Emperor finding out, I wouldn’t have restored Burial Dao Valley in the first place." There was a time when Lin Moyu didn’t know what kind of existence the Spirit Demon clan was. Because of their mystery, he treated them with respect, knowing only that their strength surpassed that of cultivators’ eternals. Six hundred and twenty one Great Dao Lords had died because of them, and even the eternals didn’t dare say anything. But now, Lin Moyu knew their origins and had seen their true strength. Outwardly, he still showed respect, but in his heart, he no longer cared. After all, the Spirit Demons were just following orders. A single icy jade meditation mat was enough to keep them from daring to touch him. Their strength was great, but as the Sword Emperor demonstrated, while stronger than the average eternal, they hadn’t surpassed the eternal realm. At the very least, Lin Moyu’s World Ending Palm was enough to give them a headache. For these reasons, Lin Moyu wasn’t afraid of offending them anymore. They couldn’t easily abandon this world, because they had a mission. If they did, their superiors would punish them. Abandonment was conditional only if certain requirements were met. Because of all this, Lin Moyu dared to restore Burial Dao Valley. He was determined to do it. If the Sword Emperor hadn’t left, he might have done it right in front of him; since the Sword Emperor was gone, it just saved him the trouble. He stopped worrying about it, and as he watched the filth essence grow stronger, An Yuyan asked, "How long will you need to cultivate it?" Lin Moyu said, "At the current rate, about a hundred years." An Yuyan asked, "Are you planning to stay here the whole time?" Lin Moyu nodded slightly, "Yes, I’ll stay here to prevent accidents. Are you planning to go back?" An Yuyan nodded, "I plan to return to the Dao and heal my injuries first. I’ll come back in a hundred years to watch your show." She joked lightly, and Lin Moyu smiled, "Alright, I’ll put on a good show for you then." An Yuyan frowned, "At first we were fellow Daoists, then friends, now comrades in arms. From now on, just call me Yuyan." Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat, as if he sensed something. With a smile, he said, "Alright, Yuyan, take care." An Yuyan smiled sweetly, but as she was about to leave, she paused. "By the way, be careful of the Human Emperor." Lin Moyu said, "The Human Emperor plans to make a move against me, right?" An Yuyan was surprised, "You know?" Lin Moyu said, "I’ve known for a while, but he’s not confident. The reason is simple: my origin technique. He should realize that he can’t obtain it, and if he tries, he might die." "Yuyan, if you see the Human Emperor, help me pass on four words." An Yuyan asked, "Which four?" "Universal Spirit Secret Art." Lin Moyu uttered the four words. An Yuyan didn’t ask for details. "Alright, if I see him, I’ll tell him." With that, An Yuyan left Burial Dao Valley and returned to the Origin Land to heal. After she left, Lin Moyu returned to Burial Dao Valley, keeping watch over the filth pool, accompanied by the Great Dao Flowers. Even when away from the pool, his attention remained on the filth essence, monitoring its every change. Whether his plan would succeed depended on this. At the same time, he continued to comprehend his own Dao not the Immortality Dao, but the Dao belonging to the Great Thousand World. The Great Thousand World was constantly growing at an astonishing rate, and as it did, Lin Moyu gained much insight. He gained a deeper understanding of the essence of worlds. The Great Thousand World, though called a "world," was actually on the same level as the world he inhabited a separate existence within chaos. In some races and eras, this was called a "realm." The name might differ, but the essence was the same. Thus, by understanding and studying the Great Thousand World, Lin Moyu could comprehend his own world and how to become its master. He first realized this world was imperfect and lacked a master, and thus had the idea to become the master himself. Once a world has a master, all the uncontrollable elements change, and many seemingly unsolvable problems become easy to resolve. Years passed, and Lin Moyu meditated and drank tea in Burial Dao Valley, the wind stirring the Great Dao Flowers and filling the valley with fragrance. More than twenty years went by in a flash. In all that time, no one came to Burial Dao Valley. Sometimes, when a filth tide descended, Lin Moyu would enter it to comprehend the changes in heaven and earth at the edge of extremes, to understand the profound process of the world’s evolution and the soul’s transformation. When beast tides broke out, if they were too strong, he would send undead servants to block them; if not, he did nothing. More than twenty years later, Saint Heart, dressed in white, arrived in the valley. Seeing Lin Moyu sitting there, she smiled. "As I expected, it’s Daoist Lin." Lin Moyu smiled, "The tea’s just right. Come have a cup." Saint Heart walked over, smiling, "The recent beast tides were weaker than expected. I guessed it was you, Daoist Lin, and sure enough, here you are. What are you doing in Burial Dao Valley?" Lin Moyu pointed to the Great Dao Flowers. "Keeping company with the sages, and making some arrangements." Saint Heart didn’t understand what he meant, but it didn’t matter. She squinted and smiled, "Mind if I keep you company?" Lin Moyu smiled, "With you here, Saint Heart, I couldn’t ask for more." Ko-fi.com/translatetoki only donate if u want to My p@treon is now up go to [email protected]/Translatetoki Remove the @ symbol and type a