Chapter 976: Chapter 976

Chapter 976: Chapter 137: War Begins! The Devil Imprisoned!

In less than half an hour.

Lin Lin arrived at the small courtyard on Xuankong Mountain.

Gu Shen hurriedly opened the door to greet him.

This guy was straightforward and efficient. After entering, he directly took out a small transparent jar and gently tossed it: “Here, your ‘Miracle Silver’.”

Gu Shen immediately extended his hands and carefully caught it.

Good gracious, is this really Miracle Silver? Just tossed out like that!

“Is it enough? I have more if it’s not!”

Lin Lin said indifferently: “I picked up a bunch of these things when I was a kid, no one wanted them.”

“Pfft~~” Gu Shen spat disdainfully: “I strongly condemn such wasteful behavior!”

Lin Lin shrugged, unconcerned.

The second floor of the attic was built in the past to prevent the high temperatures of the “Furnace” from leaking out and to better absorb the “Great Cold” from beneath the North Continent. Therefore, it required not only the legion commander’s ability, [Dragon Annihilation], but also the arrangement of numerous Extraordinary Sealed Objects and Ancient Text Arrays.

As a result, the demand for Mithril was extremely stringent.

Back when the Empress unleashed the furnace, she refined a lot of “Miracle Silver” in one go… and the young Lin Lin, who liked running around on the second floor, happened to pick up some.

“What do you want these things for?”

Lin Lin suddenly asked.

Gu Shen was about to make up an excuse, but Lin Lin waved his hand: “Forget it, don’t waste time, I’m not really curious about that.”

Gu Shen was helpless.

“I also have another matter for coming here.”

Lin Lin said seriously: “Regarding my brother’s ‘favor’… actually, you don’t need to worry too much about it, if you owe it, you owe it. There’s no need to worry that he’ll ask you to repay. This guy is a weirdo who loves having people owe him. The longer you owe him, the happier and more comfortable his life becomes. Personally, I think there’s a term very suitable for such a weirdo—”

This time, Gu Shen did not wait for Lin Lin to speak, he took over: “Philanthropist.”

These three words described it perfectly.

Lin Lin was slightly taken aback, nodding with a complex expression: “You’re right… a philanthropist.”

They indeed shared a tacit understanding, though the term felt a bit off.

“How did you figure that out?”

The recent conversation went too smoothly, even Lin Chou felt that Gu Shen seemed in cahoots with himself, let alone Lin Lin.

“Come on…” Gu Shen smiled wryly, “I’m not blind. You are the Lin Family, the North Continent Royal Family, is there anything you need to get from others? Moreover, that brother of yours with the ‘philanthropic air’ is quite outstanding. It’s easy to find out about his famous negotiations, where others try every which way to seize a little advantage from the opposite party, while this Duke Zhuxue tries in every way to hand over a little benefit, so that others gain more and thereby owe him a favor.”

It seems that Zhu Xue’s way is not very “shrewd.”

But in fact, it’s not so. If you wish to control the whole chessboard, then conceding small profits in obscure corners is no big deal.

For years, Zhu Xue has been operating , and the “favor cards” in his hand, once played, could roll like a dragon, bringing about the so-called domino effect…

The real reason Zhu Xue dares to do this is because his surname is Lin, and he is the Empress’s brother.

When the world owes him a favor, it really owes.

If he demands repayment, no one dares not to repay.

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Lin Lin delivered the Miracle Silver and then left the small courtyard.

Gu Shen weighed the small jar.

He selected a quiet corner, took out the flat box containing the “Black Silver” on the long table, and then opened the small jar to manipulate the two valuable “Mithril” with spiritual power, suspending them in the air.

To the naked eye, Black Silver appeared lifeless.

Whereas the “Miracle Silver,” refined by the Empress, seemed to possess life, slowly writhing in the air… These were collected by Lin Lin as a child, back when the “Furnace” hadn’t yet absorbed so much cold from the earth’s depths, so the refined “Miracle Silver” was exceptionally scorching.

Even now, as Gu Shen made mental contact, he could still feel a wave of searing heat.

With this comparison.

The difference between the two types of Mithril became apparent.

The Miracle Silver, even if a wisp is separated, possesses strong “activity”… This is probably god-level Mithril capable of suppressing S-level runaway sealed objects, whereas Black Silver, by comparison, is indeed inferior.

Gu Shen took out the Truth Ruler and placed it into the black box.

He held his breath and quietly sensed the “Spirit” of the external space… In fact, he always had a doubt in his heart, whether the “surveillance” of the devil could really be perceived?

Last time, when he sealed the Truth Ruler with Black Silver, at the moment the seal was completed, the devil’s “surveillance sense” immediately vanished.

But once the seal was lifted, the devil resumed reading his “memories”… which was a deeply unsettling thing. Gu Shen actually did not quite believe the black shadow in this ruler had such powerful abilities.

He preferred to believe that all prior was an act.

All the devil’s “panic,” all the “anger,” all the “appeasement”…

All of it was to push his ultimate goal.

Gu Shen currently could not ascertain.

But what he knew was that the devil has now officially declared war on him, and these days, no matter how he sensed, he couldn’t detect that so-called “surveillance sense”… The real gaze was intangible and silent.

Even though he borrowed “Miracle Silver,” ready to pour it, the devil showed no sign at all.

Gu Shen faced the devil once more.

This time, it seemed fused with the shadowy mist.

When the devil no longer displayed any trace of emotions.

He could no longer capture any useful information.

So, is there a way to capture the devil’s “information”?

Before pouring the “Miracle Silver,” Gu Shen pondered for a long time.

In a flash of inspiration, a simple thought leapt into his mind.

He held his breath and cautiously separated an extremely fine strand of spiritual power, immersing it into the ruler.

The light and shadows shifted.

Gu Shen’s spirit returned once more to the Spirit Space of the Truth Ruler.

In the distance, a black shadow sat upright on the throne, maintaining a pose with one hand supporting its chin, showing no change in expression, like an ancient stone sculpture.

After a brief silence.

The devil spoke softly: “I will drive you out of the ruler at any cost, imprison you in eternal darkness, make you suffer the pains of Hell and the torment of soul refining, never to escape through lifetime after lifetime.”

His voice echoed in the sky of the gray dome.

This was exactly the declaration Gu Shen made back then.

Now recited by the devil, it carried a tone of mockery.

Because it still lived well here, sitting without a scratch.

Gu Shen calmly said, “Your good days are yet to come.”

“Really, just with your power?”

The devil said softly, “Just the Miracle Silver… is this your method?”

“Yes, this is my method, you seem not afraid at all.”

Gu Shen smiled directly at the devil on the throne.

When he said this, his gaze did not shift in the slightest.

The devil met his gaze, also smiled a little, with no reaction.

It had been in the ruler for too long, having seen too many scenes, this kind of psychological battle was destined to be fruitless.

The devil asked playfully, “And then?”

Gu Shen sighed lightly.

He raised his head, looking at the gray, iron sky, and said softly, “And then… nothing.”

The real war is silent and soundless.

The devil raised his head.

He was stunned for a second, as on the gray, lightless iron sky, silver light spots fell, a massive sense of weightlessness falling and spreading in the Space of the Truth Ruler—

It was Miracle Silver!

In the Spirit Space, Gu Shen talked to himself.

In the real world, he poured the Miracle Silver!

The sky was filled with “Miracle Silver,” starting to fall like a meteor shower, crashing to the ground!

The devil clenched his palm, looking gloomily at the reckless young man before him.

This strand of Gu Shen’s spirit wasn’t much, just a tiny wisp, and at the moment the words fell, it began to burn, which was exactly how he left this Spirit Space—by self-combusting the spirit destined to be abandoned.

Blazing flames rolled.

Gu Shen bathed in the Blazing Light, looking at the black shadow on the throne, at the final moment of parting, he extended his palm, gently pulling it over his neck.

The world of the Truth Ruler overturned, light and shadow shattered, ushering in enduring darkness.

This blazing spirit was extinguished.

The next moment, sitting at the table, Gu Shen’s expression turned pale in an instant, and for a moment, his head became extremely heavy, almost slumping over the table!

It took a long time to overcome the upheaval of pouring down the “Miracle Silver.”

Over the years, everyone used Mithril to seal the frenzied Extraordinary Essence and out-of-control Sealed Objects… but no one had ever thought of using Mithril to seal themselves.

The reason is simple.

Doing so is akin to committing suicide with a “Strong Logic Bullet.”

The higher the grade of Mithril, the stronger its suppressive effect on Essence.

And what troubled Gu Shen most was the inability to verify if the devil’s intrusion truly existed, because the black shadow in the ruler was far more cunning than he imagined; the last Black Silver Seal might have been just a convincing performance of his.

No matter if the devil was locked inside, Gu Shen would surely be sealed from the outside… and the only “verification method” he could think of was to experience the pain of the Miracle Silver pouring down with the devil.

In the black box, the Truth Ruler was wrapped in the lively “Miracle Silver.”

Due to the scalding temperature, the ruler continuously emitted a “sizzling” sound, yet Gu Shen did not worry about this Divine Artifact being destroyed… it survived even when the Netherworld King died, truly a “plague lasting a thousand years,” not so easily damaged.

Gu Shen’s face remained pale, still feeling palpitations.

Although only a wisp of spirit immersed, he genuinely felt the oppression of the “Miracle Silver,” the scene of the shattered gray dome, and the suffocating oppression, all of which were absolutely real.

He took a full half-hour to recover.

This was a complete suicide act; if someone else did it incorrectly, Central City would see the ridiculous news the next day of “someone drowning in a small pot of Mithril.”

But the risk and reward of this action are proportional.

This time, Gu Shen could ascertain that the devil in the ruler had been completely sealed!