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Chapter 560: Don’t Talk Big, Kid · Oct 20, 2026

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551 Chapter 551: Watching A Fool Rush To His Own Doom 2026-10-20
552 Chapter 552: It Has Been Many Years, I Have Missed You Deeply 2026-10-20
553 Chapter 553: Resolve To Grow Stronger 2026-10-20
554 Chapter 554: An Almost Shameless Fighting Style 2026-10-20
555 Chapter 555: I’ve Decided to Be Selfish For Once 2026-10-20
556 Chapter 556: If We Fail, We’ll Go Down In History As Sinners 2026-10-20
557 Chapter 557: New Skill: Summon Skeletal King 2026-10-20
558 Chapter 558: The True Undead Army 2026-10-20
559 Chapter 559: God-Level Skeletal King 2026-10-20
560 Chapter 560: Don’t Talk Big, Kid 2026-10-20
561 Chapter 561: Do You Think You’re Godly General Lin? 2026-10-20
562 Chapter 562: You’re Hopeless, Completely Hopeless 2026-10-20
563 Chapter 563: Powerful Skeletal King 2026-10-20
564 Chapter 564: Does The Kunlun Divine Palace Have A Solo Mode? 2026-10-20
565 Chapter 565: With Our Deal Unfinished, How Could I Die? 2026-10-20
566 Chapter 566: That Brat Is No Good 2026-10-20
567 Chapter 567: The World Is A Cage, And Emperor Di Went To Dig Through A Hole In It 2026-10-20
568 Chapter 568: The Arrow Has Already Been Notched, And Must Be Released 2026-10-20
569 Chapter 569: The True Essence Of Leveling Up Through Fighting Monsters 2026-10-20
570 Chapter 570: Crisis Piling Upon Crisis 2026-10-20
571 Chapter 571: A Fundamental Difference In Power 2026-10-20
572 Chapter 572: Bai Yiyuan Is A Jinx 2026-10-20
573 Chapter 573: You’re My Friend, Help Me Out 2026-10-20
574 Chapter 574: Next Time, I Will Slaughter Your Kind 2026-10-20
575 Chapter 575: Would It Change Anything If I Told You? 2026-10-20
576 Chapter 576: The Temptation Of Becoming A Supreme Powerhouse 2026-10-20
577 Chapter 577: This Thing, It’s A Bit Difficult! 2026-10-20
578 Chapter 578: I’ll Have To Thoroughly Interrogate Him Later 2026-10-20
579 Chapter 579: Antares Loses His Composure 2026-10-20
580 Chapter 580: Curiosity Killed The Cat 2026-10-20
581 Chapter 581: Preparing For The Third Class Awakening 2026-10-20
582 Chapter 582: Class Sublimation: Undying Holy King 2026-10-20
583 Chapter 583: So The System Was Here All Along 2026-10-20
584 Chapter 584: Starting The Skill And Talent Experiments 2026-10-20
585 Chapter 585: I Became The Strongest Link 2026-10-20
586 Chapter 586: Recreating The Fire God’s Attack; The Meteorfall Continent 2026-10-20
587 Chapter 587: The Perfect Test Subjects 2026-10-20
588 Chapter 588: Accuracy Needs Improvement 2026-10-20
589 Chapter 589: Equipping A Weapon; A Strange Sense Of Familiarity 2026-10-20
590 Chapter 590: You Guys Handle The Boss, Leave The Dragon King To Me 2026-10-20
591 Chapter 591: It’s Useless, You Can’t Escape 2026-10-20
592 Chapter 592: Sooner Or Later, All Of You Must Die 2026-10-20
593 Chapter 593: Dangerous Stream Of Light; Moving Dungeon 2026-10-20
594 Chapter 594: Let’s Burst It And Enter The Dragon King Hall 2026-10-20
595 Chapter 595: After Ten Seconds, I Will Begin 2026-10-20
596 Chapter 596: I Expect You To Go All Out 2026-10-20
597 Chapter 597: Every Dragon Has A Distinct Personality 2026-10-20
598 Chapter 598: You Have A Soul, Don’t You? 2026-10-20
599 Chapter 599: Some People Can’t Be Convinced By Words, Only By Strength 2026-10-20
600 Chapter 600: He Wants To Kill Me! 2026-10-20

The main peak of Kunlun Mountain pierced the clouds, rising tens of thousands of meters high.

From its foot to the waist stretched a vast distance.

About a hundred meters from the foot, the wind turned bitterly cold, as Mages were endlessly casting wind spells.

Roaring gusts howled through, sweeping up snow and sending it swirling in blinding flurries.

Those of weaker strength would be blown off their feet, even risking their lives in the storm.

Visibility was almost nonexistent; under normal circumstances, no one would dare venture here.

Only those who had passed the trial at the foot would proceed to the waist.

Lin Moyu moved with ease here. In fact, he wasn’t walking, but flying.

His Lightning Deathwings carried him low over the snow.

The snow was deep enough to swallow a man to the knees. Trekking through it would have been exhausting.

Flying, on the other hand, was far more efficient.

Through the howling wind, faint voices reached his ears, other class users pressing forward, their tones laced with excitement.

“Good thing I passed the trial before level 60, or I wouldn’t even qualify for the middle stage dungeon.”

“You just got lucky. Even if you make it there, you’ll never pass the middle stage trial.”

“We’ll see about that. Once I hit level 70 and complete my third class awakening, I’ll clear it for sure.”

“That’s a long way off. From level 60 to 70, even one level a year means ten years.”

“One level per year? You’re dreaming. At our pace, two or three years per level would already be good.”

Lin Moyu had heard conversations like this many times along the way.

From level 60 onward, progress slowed greatly once again.

For ordinary class users, gaining even a single level per year was considered fast.

Many class users were able to reach level 25 within a year after their first class awakening, then level 35 after another two.

At that stage, progress depended less on strength and more on sheer persistence.

Some pushed themselves relentlessly, reaching level 35 within a year.

From level 35 to 40, progress slowed noticeably.

The EXP requirements rose steeply, suitable dungeons became scarce, and mastering new skills demanded long hours of grinding.

After the second class awakening at level 40, with suitable dungeons, leveling sped up again.

Typically, it took about a year to reach level 45.

But from level 45 to 50, progress dragged once more, taking nearly two years.

Beyond level 50, advancement nearly crawled to a halt.

Half a year to a full year per level became the norm.

For ordinary class users, reaching level 50 usually took five to seven years.

Those from great families, with ample resources and determination, could shorten it to about three.

After level 50, one level per year was typical.

By level 60, most class users were in their mid-thirties, many well past forty.

After all, few could devote their entire lives to grinding. They had other obligations too.

Past level 60, the pace slowed even further—two years per level wasn’t unusual.

That was why most top-level class users Lin Moyu had seen, those around level 70 who had undergone the third class awakening, were already in their fifties or nearing sixty.

It was often difficult to tell a class user’s true age. Many high-level class users appeared far younger than they really were.

Only the most determined, those wholly devoted to grinding and backed by great families with immense resources, could reach level 70 and complete the third awakening in their thirties.

Such people had different goals: they sought the summit of power, to ascend to God-level.

Listening to them, Lin Moyu couldn’t help but smile.

In less than two years, he had already reached level 60, achieving in months what others took decades to accomplish.

And his sister was even more extreme; he didn’t even know her current level.

“I wonder where Sister went.”

“Why is Senior Emperor Di pushing her so hard—like forcing a seedling to grow?”

Though Lin Mohan’s leveling speed was astonishing, Lin Moyu couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being rushed too much.

Emperor Di’s urgency hinted that something significant was approaching.

The thought unsettled him, though he couldn’t say why.

Worse, he had no idea where Lin Mohan was, so even if he wanted to find her, he couldn’t.

And asking Emperor Di was out of the question. He didn’t have the standing to do so.

The snowfall thickened. An invisible force pressed down from the air, making Lin Moyu’s body sink slightly.

It was the pressure of Kunlun Mountain.

Around him, others grunted softly. They felt it too.

Someone said, “This is Kunlun Mountain’s first test for outsiders. If you can’t endure this, you’re not worthy to reach the waist.”

“It’s meant to weed out those who were carried through the early stage.”

“Exactly. Cheaters can’t make it past this.”

The pressure affected everyone. Those who had relied on others to carry them in the early stage would now be exposed.

Lin Moyu smiled faintly. He knew that wasn’t the real reason.

He had once read a classified document in the imperial secret vault explaining the true reason behind Kunlun Mountain’s immense pressure.

The entire Kunlun Mountain was a natural wonder, a colossal formation that emanated a powerful suppressive force.

Once one ascended past a thousand meters, that invisible pressure began to bear down on everyone present.

The higher one climbed, the stronger that pressure grew.

The middle stage Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon lay at the waist of the mountain, at an altitude of over 5,000 meters.

The pressure there was astonishing, enough to expose those who had relied on others to carry them through the early stage.

Under such conditions, the weak could barely remain standing, with many fainting outright.

Lin Moyu could clearly sense that this natural formation’s pressure targeted the soul itself.

Because his soul was exceptionally strong, the crushing force felt to him like nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.

For others, however, it was an entirely different story.

Through the snowfall, he could hear heavy, ragged breathing all around him.

Many were struggling to move forward, their pace slowing with each step.

Gradually, some began to fall behind, their auras faltering as they lost the strength to continue.

That level 60 class user, who had barely managed to clear the early stage dungeon, had been forced to stop at just 2,000 meters.

There were many like him.

Clearing the early stage dungeon was no guarantee of reaching even the waist of the mountain.

The natural formation itself acted as a second round of screening.

And upon reaching the dungeon entrance, a third screening awaited—party formation.

The middle stage dungeon was far more difficult than the early stage one.

Normally, a full party of 24 was required to have any real chance at clearing it.

Class users without a fixed party found it almost impossible to assemble a compatible team.

Even when they did, most attempts still ended in failure.

Normally, the parties capable of clearing the middle stage Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon were fixed parties—organized and disciplined.

Their members were not only powerful individually but also exceptionally well-equipped and in perfect sync.

Although Lin Moyu had never entered the dungeon himself, he knew its difficulty was leagues beyond the easier early stage dungeon.

Still, the rewards were worth it—the EXP gained there was excellent for leveling, and it dropped top-tier platinum-grade equipment.

With legendary-grade equipment unobtainable and quasi-legendary-grade items exceedingly rare, platinum-grade equipment was the best most class users could realistically hope for.

Several major guilds of the empire had permanently stationed parties here, raiding the dungeon day after day.

They weren’t nearly as extravagant as Lin Moyu, who freely used Cooldown Talismans.

Even Intermediate Cooldown Talismans were considered far too precious for most.

Instead, they simply waited for the dungeon’s cooldown to pass.

The Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon had a 24-hour cooldown, allowing one run per day.

That suited them fine. It gave their members time to rest and refine strategies.

After all, each raid lasted over ten hours of grueling, relentless combat.

Unlike Lin Moyu, they couldn’t possibly clear the dungeon consecutively.

As the soul pressure mounted, more and more people dropped out.

But eventually, the snowfall began to ease.

Past the 4,000-meter mark, the snowfall nearly stopped altogether, revealing the mountain’s grandeur.

The endless snowscape stretched out before him, silver flakes swirling in the wind like dancing serpents, magnificent and enchanting.

Lin Moyu paused to take in the view, a sudden wave of emotion rising within him.

“Compared to the Abyssal World, the scenery of the Human World is far more beautiful.” He murmured.

A derisive laugh sounded nearby, “You talk as if you’ve actually been to the Abyss.”

Lin Moyu turned toward the voice—a man in his thirties wearing an ornate Mage’s robe that flapped in the wind.

An embroidered insignia on his cuff marked him as a guild member.

Lin Moyu didn’t recognize which one, but since it wasn’t the Jialan Guild or Dynasty Guild, he paid it no mind.

The man met his gaze with a mocking smile, “Quit pretending. You talk big, as if you’ve actually been to the Abyss.”

Lin Moyu simply turned away, unwilling to waste words on someone like that.

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