A Peaceful Road, a Trillion Simplification Points, the Altar

To everyone else, the Death Chasm was a terrifying, impassable death trap.

But before Lu Lin, it seemed to become a joke.

One kilometer, two kilometers.

Five kilometers, ten kilometers, twenty kilometers.

The Death Chasm stretched for more than three hundred kilometers.

That day, Lu Lin decided it ought to be renamed the "Mushroom Cloud Road."

His mental power was practically inexhaustible.

After undergoing a second evolution, his mental power made his attacks even more overwhelmingly powerful.

At a pace of one nuclear bomb every five hundred meters, the more than three hundred kilometers meant Lu Lin had to throw only about six hundred Little Boys.

That amount of energy was nothing to Lu Lin now.

After all, when they had covered more than half the distance, he still had nearly ninety percent of his mental power left.

"Okay, everyone, let's take a break."

This time, Lu Lin didn't throw any more nuclear bombs. He simply sat down on the ground.

He had no idea that this simple action only made everyone even more astonished.

What kind of person was Lu Lin?

He was just a young Martial Artist who appeared to be at Lava Level Nine.

He had traveled more than two hundred kilometers in one go and released over four hundred nuclear bombs. Now he said he wanted to rest, yet he wasn't even red in the face or out of breath.

Just how deep did his reserves go?

After resting for half a day, Lu Lin's mental power had fully recovered.

He glanced at his system and couldn't help widening his eyes.

On the way here, Lu Lin had been focused on the thrill of setting off nuclear bombs. Though he knew he'd earned plenty of Simplification Points, he hadn't paid much attention to the total.

But