Chapter 342: The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
The bell in the dungeon hall rang loudly, signaling the birth of a new record. Lin Moyu
Someone had been timing Lin Moyu from the moment he entered the dungeon until the bell rang, marking the end of the timing.
He excitedly shouted, "Heavens, 15 minutes, a new record, a true new record."
"Hah, another unbreakable record. It will probably last for at least 100 years, maybe even forever."
"General Lin creates one despair-inducing record after another. How are we supposed to live?"
"Think differently. General Lin is creating one goal after another for future generations of humanity to chase."
"Exactly, isn’t humanity all about constantly surpassing our predecessors and growing stronger?"
The same issue, viewed from a different perspective, yields completely different opinions.
When the dungeon record was fully displayed.
15 minutes and 33 seconds.
For a Hell difficulty dungeon, this was an astonishing record.
The speed was so fast that many people felt it would take them about the same time just to run through the dungeon. Lin Moyu appeared outside the dungeon and re-entered it.
He ran the dungeon over and over, each time obtaining 4 Whirlwind Fragments.
His goal was to run it 5 times, obtain 20 Whirlwind Fragments, and form 4 Whirlwind Crystals.
Two of them would be fused into the Elemental God Stone, and the other two could be kept as spares.
In just one hour, Lin Moyu ran the dungeon four times.
The time was very consistent, basically just over 15 minutes each time.
He was just one run short, and this time he didn’t immediately re-enter.
He looked up at his own record, pondering if there was a faster way to speed-run the dungeon.
He didn’t notice that he was surrounded by people, all looking at him with admiration.
These people had a blind worship for Lin Moyu.
Lin Moyu fell into his thoughts and soon came up with a method he might try.
"Forget about experience, purely pursue speed. Maybe I can try that."
Running the dungeon was no longer difficult, and this dungeon didn’t offer much experience. If possible, Lin Moyu wanted to directly kill the dungeon’s BOSS and just collect the Whirlwind Fragments. He had the idea of pursuing the ultimate speed.
Resetting the time, he entered the dungeon.
The undead army appeared, and the timing began.
Lin Moyu decisively jumped onto the back of a skeleton warrior.
With the state-enhanced skeleton warrior, it burst out with full speed, charging towards the wind path without hesitation. Along the way, it neither dodged nor fought monsters, just kept moving forward.
The Wind Sprites chased all the way but couldn’t catch up with the skeleton warrior.
The skeleton warrior’s speed was much faster than Lin Moyu’s. In just over a minute, it had already run 20 kilometers.
From a distance, he saw the wind path and the few monsters guarding the entrance.
Lin Moyu pointed a finger, casting the skill: Aging Curse!
The Wind Sprites guarding the entrance immediately slowed down, unable to stop the skeleton warrior.
The skeleton warrior, carrying Lin Moyu, charged into the wind path.
At this point, it had been exactly two minutes since entering the dungeon.
Stepping into the wind path, they flew all the way.
After flying for a full two minutes, they finally arrived at the Sky Plains.
The skeleton warrior didn’t stop for a moment, continuing to run wildly.
A red light flashed, and the Aging Curse enveloped the entire Sky Plains.
All the Whirlwind Sprites inside slowed down.
Then a green light exploded, followed by the Toxic Starburst.
After the second job change, the Toxic Star Ring and Bleeding Curse had fused into a new skill: Toxic Starburst. The range had increased to 100 meters, matching the Aging Curse. The two skills exploded at the same point, covering the same area. Nearly a thousand monsters on the Sky Plains were simultaneously poisoned. The originally blue Sky Plains were dyed green, and all the Whirlwind Sprites emitted green light. They suffered damage equivalent to 20,000 points of strength per second, lasting for a full 5,000 seconds. Lin Moyu knew they wouldn’t last 5,000 seconds.
They probably wouldn’t even last 100 seconds.
The skeleton warrior continued to run at high speed, and the cursed Whirlwind Sprites couldn’t catch up at all.
In just half a minute, the skeleton warrior had already jumped onto the first floating stone platform.
Carrying Lin Moyu, it kept jumping, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the platform outside the palace.
Before the Whirlwind Tiger could react, the undead army appeared in batches and immediately attacked.
In an instant, the Whirlwind Tiger was dead!
Rushing into the palace, passing through the corridor, they directly entered the final hall of the dungeon and saw the Wind God’s Steed.
Without giving it a chance to wake up, the skeletons attacked like butchers.
The Wind God’s Steed, still in its slumber, "fell asleep" again.
A large number of kill notifications appeared.
The Whirlwind Sprites on the Sky Plains, affected by the Toxic Starburst, died one after another.
They indeed couldn’t last and died completely.
The bell in the dungeon hall rang again.
But this time, the bell was different.
The sound was fast and urgent, like an alarm, ringing continuously.
It rang nearly a hundred times without stopping.
Everyone was stunned.
This kind of sound had never been heard before.
Some people who had been in the dungeon hall for many years, familiar with its rules, had never heard such a sound.
"Could it be that the dungeon hall’s bell is broken?"
"What a joke, how could the dungeon hall’s bell be broken? It’s a platinum-grade item; even if you tried to break it, it wouldn’t break."
"Then what does this bell sound mean?"
"The bell usually signifies a new record. This time, it’s ringing so urgently, it must be..."
"Keep making things up, go on!"
In the White God Courtyard, the space slightly distorted, and Ning Tairan walked in quickly.
He immediately saw Yan Kuangsheng.
Yan Kuangsheng was actually sitting with Bai Yiyuan, drinking tea.
Ning Tairan’s old face showed disbelief.
He knew about the conflict between these two; how could they possibly reconcile?
Sitting together drinking tea, it would be a miracle if they didn’t fight upon meeting.
"Ning old man, what brings you here?" Bai Yiyuan said with a smile.
Yan Kuangsheng also nodded at Ning Tairan, "Ning old man, long time no see."
Ning Tairan greeted the two and quickly said, "Lin Moyu has set a new record in the Hell difficulty dungeon."
Bai Yiyuan was slightly taken aback, "Isn’t that normal? Xiaoyu has broken records before."
Ning Tairan’s expression was a bit unnatural, "This time is different. Do you remember the one from over 600 years ago..."
The one from over 600 years ago?
Bai Yiyuan thought for a moment but couldn’t recall.
Yan Kuangsheng also couldn’t think of who it was, "Ning old man, just say it directly, don’t keep us guessing."
Meng Anwen suddenly spoke, "673 years ago, Jiang Yi, the then head of the Xia Capital Academy."
Ning Tairan said, "Yes, that’s him."
Bai Yiyuan frowned, "I remember he was known as the number one genius of humanity, the one most likely to surpass the gods, but then he disappeared."
Meng Anwen continued, "He didn’t disappear; he was killed."
Bai Yiyuan immediately said, "How come I didn’t know? Who killed him? Who could kill him?"
Meng Anwen snorted, "You don’t read, so what do you know? Ning old man, you tell it. Your lineage knows more."
Ning Tairan poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "Back then, Jiang Yi was called the Righteous God. His profession was Divine Light Swordsman, with dual talents and dual sublimation, a high-level legendary profession."
"His level reached 98, known as the one most likely to surpass the gods."
"That year, a great battle occurred at Fortress No. 9. The Abyssal Demons launched a massive attack, with nearly a hundred Demon Kings. Humanity was on the brink of extinction."
"At that time, we only had twenty divine-level experts, a huge disparity."
"As the strongest human, the Righteous God charged out without hesitation, fighting fifty Demon Kings alone."
"He not only held off the strongest ones but also killed over thirty Demon Kings, his combat power unparalleled."
"That battle laid the foundation for humanity for the next 600 years."
Meng Anwen continued, "That battle was called the Foundational Battle. The Righteous God fell that year."
Yan Kuangsheng stood up in respect, "Why haven’t we heard of his deeds?"
Meng Anwen said, "It was the Righteous God’s request. He didn’t want the world to know of his death, nor did he want the Abyssal Demon Kings to know."
"As long as the Abyssal Demons thought he was still alive, they wouldn’t dare act rashly, buying humanity more time."
Ning Tairan’s voice was low, "So much information about the Righteous God was erased."
"After his death, he returned to the Xia Capital Academy, sealing all his power, transforming into a secret realm."
"And this secret realm is in the dungeon hall."
"He set the rule that only by meeting certain conditions could one enter the secret realm."
"The rule is to clear any Hell difficulty dungeon within 10 minutes."
Bai Yiyuan raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying Xiaoyu cleared the dungeon in under 10 minutes?"
Ning Tairan nodded, "8 minutes and 1 second."
With a point of his finger, Lin Moyu appeared on the screen.