World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 141 - 141 One Hundred and Thirteen Great Breakthrough Great Destruction Departure!

141: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Great Breakthrough, Great Destruction, Departure!

141: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Great Breakthrough, Great Destruction, Departure!

Note: The second update is here, with a total of 10,000 words for the day.

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The spiritual power of the priestess was so strong that Suo Lun’s brain couldn’t entirely withstand such potent energy.

His mind entered a very mystical state of illusion.

The world around him was no longer a void of darkness but a place where stars moved and time and space transformed.

Even many memory images that didn’t belong to Suo Lun quickly emerged.

Without a doubt, these were memory fragments of the priestess from the Dragon Temple, which had not entirely dispersed after her death and were then devoured by Suo Lun.

Of course, these memory fragments were extremely chaotic, and it was tough to form even a complete picture.

The most frequent image was that of a young man and woman lying dead in a pool of blood, and a woman of ethereal beauty, holding a three-year-old girl, stepping across the blood and walking into the distance.

Afterwards, more and more fragmented memories surged, becoming increasingly chaotic.

Finally, the influx of spiritual power completely exceeded the limit Suo Lun could withstand.

Suo Lun felt countless flashes of light in his spiritual world, ending in an absolute brilliance of white light.

Eventually, his brain could no longer bear such a massive amount of spiritual power, and he passed out.

When the priestess had been attacking him wildly with illusions, he desperately wanted to faint but couldn’t.

But now, having devoured too much spiritual power, he passed out directly.

…

Time passed, unknown how long, before Suo Lun’s consciousness awoke, and the surrounding was still completely void of darkness.

“Yao Xing, are you done devouring?” Suo Lun asked.

“Yes, master,” Yao Xing replied.

Suo Lun asked, “How does this priestess’ spiritual power compare to the Shadow Spider Queen’s?”

Yao Xing replied, “Equivalent to 7.9 Shadow Spider Queens.”

Suo Lun was completely astounded; although he knew her spiritual power was incredible, he hadn’t realized it was so terrifying.

Yao Xing continued, “Moreover, she expended a lot of her spiritual power trying to completely destroy you, leaving an amount still equivalent to nearly eight Shadow Spider Queens.”

Now, this incredibly powerful spiritual force was completely devoured by Suo Lun.

“We don’t know her name, and in the Spiritual Illusion, she tortured me tens of thousands of times, however…

she should be considered a good person, right?” Suo Lun asked.

“Just a pitiful woman who was deceived and brainwashed by the Dragon Temple,” Yao Xing said.

“A once most pure and saintly maiden, the most devout spiritual priestess.

Otherwise, how could she have had the qualifications to enter the Heaven Tomb and inherit the supreme secret of the Dragon Temple?”

Yao Xing said she was a pitiable brainwashed person because the Dragon Temple had deceived her.

The master she revered the most killed her parents and then took her away to be his successor.

At that time, she was already three years old and had witnessed the scene of her master killing her parents.

However, memories before the age of five or six cannot be retained, let alone at three.

Thus, this memory was buried in the deepest recesses of her brain, completely inaccessible.

By chance, it would flash through in the deepest nightmares.

During Suo Lun’s last life-threatening counterattack, he triggered this memory, he triggered her deepest nightmare.

Then, her faith, her spirit, were instantly and utterly destroyed.

It was truly divine providence for Suo Lun that this priestess had in her mind this most dreadful nightmare.

Otherwise, even if he successfully managed a last stand, he wouldn’t have been able to destroy her soul and spirit.

But no matter how tragic this priestess’s story, she was a figure from a thousand years ago, and all Suo Lun could offer was a mere sigh.

…

“My spiritual talent, has it been completely transformed?” Suo Lun asked.

“It is complete,” Yao Xing replied.

“Guess, what level has your spiritual talent reached now?”

“8.6?” Suo Lun asked.

“8.7!” Yao Xing exclaimed.

“Your spiritual talent now is genuinely one in a million.

It is truly fortunate.

If the transformation of your spiritual talent took place in the real world, there would be some loss of spiritual power.

However, here in the Heavenly Tomb World, there is almost no loss, so the improvement is even stronger than expected.”

A spiritual talent of 8.7 meant that in understanding the Sword Dao, in unleashing spiritual attacks, and in utilizing spiritual power for locking on targets, he achieved an effect that doubled the effort, which was a manifold increase compared to his previous spiritual talent of 8.1.

Immediately afterward, Suo Lun recalled a very critical matter—the time.

“Yao Xing, how long have we been inside the Heavenly Tomb?” Suo Lun asked.

“Has the time for my duel with Gui Qinshao passed?”

“I don’t know, maybe not,” Yao Xing replied.

“The Heavenly Tomb is a completely sealed energy field, much like another world.

Thus, the time here is completely inconsistent with the outside, and you don’t even have the concept of time in the Heavenly Tomb.”

Indeed, because the Heavenly Tomb World was entirely a spiritual realm.

There was no concept of space, nor of time.

The only thing that gave Suo Lun a sense of time was the crazy spiritual attacks from that priestess of the Holy Temple.

Every instance of spiritual torment felt like several hours, and these torments occurred hundreds to thousands of times.

Therefore, Suo Lun felt as though he had spent at least a year or more inside the Heavenly Tomb.