The Destroyed God Realm, Blessing or Curse?

After the initial fear and despair, Lin Qingzhou gradually became numb to the repeated killings.

To keep himself from going completely insane, he forced himself to stay calm.

He utilized the brief moments of survival after each rebirth to listen hard, to distinguish those chaotic sounds, and to observe everything in this eerie battlefield.

At first, those sounds were jumbled and unrecognizable, but as the number of deaths increased, his mental power seemed to develop a resistance. The time he could persist on the battlefield grew longer, and the words he could hear clearly gradually increased.

In his later summaries, based on the existing data of the Douluo Continent and his own reasonable deductions, Lin Qingzhou concluded something.

His mental power had not developed a resistance; rather, it was growing slowly under this intense pressure.

So that's it. Mental power can actually grow this way?

Mental power was not exclusive to Soul Masters; it was more like a measure of soul strength. Ordinary people were simply slightly weaker than Soul Masters, and they might never have the possibility of improving it in their entire lives.

Every night thereafter, he would be dragged into the battlefield for four hours, during which dying hundreds of thousands of times had become the norm. Yet, this endless torture was not without its rewards.

Those nightmarish whispers finally became clear. He tried his best to record, organize, and deduce them, eventually reaching a conclusion that left him terrified:

This terrifying battlefield was actually a once-prosperous super God Realm that had headed toward destruction due to a world-shaking internal conflict.

And now, this ruined God Realm was tightly bound to his own mental power.

"Damn, why is this so similar to the Dragon God in the original work?"

"Could this God Realm also be aiming to become a God Star?"

Lin Qingzhou made reasonable speculations about this God Realm, and the doubts in his heart grew deeper.

But this secret was too shocking. Lin Qingzhou dared not leak even a fraction of it, so he specifically used Blue Star Chinese to record it in this leather notebook, fearing it would be discovered by people in this world.

"The Fool does not deceive me."

Lin Qingzhou sighed softly, recalling the text he had once read. He never expected that one day, he would use such a method to guard his greatest secret.

When he read Lord of the Mysteries back then, Klein had used this method. He never imagined that as fellow travelers in misfortune, he would one day use it himself.

Lin Qingzhou couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness; he shook his head and gave a bitter smile.

In the Douluo Continent, anything related to gods would invite frantic competition and prying. If his secret were exposed, he would be captured by various factions within two days, reduced to a test subject for research, and never know a day of peace.

"I am the end, I am the natural disaster..."

Lin Qingzhou's index finger tapped the table unconsciously. His brows were knitted together, his gaze fixed on the sentence he had just written in the notebook, and he fell into deep thought.

This sentence appeared repeatedly in the whispers. Lin Qingzhou was almost certain that it must have some connection to him.

But the problem was, the other phrases were either narrating a story or expressing grief and indignation; only this one sounded like it was trying to act cool?

As soon as this thought emerged, Lin Qingzhou was amused by himself.

"Creak—"

A slight sound of a door opening suddenly interrupted Lin Qingzhou's train of thought. Almost as a conditioned reflex, he slammed the notebook shut.

He gripped it tightly in his hand, his eyes instantly turning vigilant and sharp. He whipped his head toward the door, his entire body tensing up.

"Brother, is your head hurting again?"

A young, worried voice came from the doorway, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

Lin Qingzhou caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door out of the corner of his eye. His body stiffened, but he recovered in an instant and quickly stood up to walk toward the door.

Standing at the door was a timid little girl. He subconsciously raised his hand, moving very gently to stroke her soft hair, his tone exceptionally gentle as he coaxed her patiently.

"Be good, Na'er, Brother is fine. Don't worry."

The one who came was Na'er. Her silver hair hung softly over her shoulders, her purple eyes were clear and bright, and she was wrapped in a soft duckling pajama, clutching a penguin plushie tightly to her chest. Her little face was full of unconcealable worry as she stared at Lin Qingzhou without blinking.

However, Lin Qingzhou's light reassurance did not dispel Na'er's concerns at all.

Over the years, she had seen him unable to sleep due to nightmares and suffering from splitting headaches too many times; she had long lost count of how many times it had happened.

Na'er's watery eyes stared straight at him, as if trying to pierce through his surface calm to see what he was hiding in his heart.

Lin Qingzhou sighed silently to himself. Looking at Na'er, whose eyes were red and on the verge of tears, he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

But this matter was too secret to be leaked to anyone, even when facing Na'er, he had to harden his heart and keep it hidden to the end.

Lin Qingzhou was still quite afraid of Gu Yue; after all, no matter how "wise" she was in the original work, she was someone Lin Qingzhou couldn't afford to provoke right now.

Lin Qingzhou's face remained calm, his gaze steady as he looked at her, revealing not a hint of anything unusual, as if the sudden heart palpitations from just a moment ago had never happened.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while. Na'er eventually couldn't win against him; she slowly lowered her eyes and muttered softly, "Alright, then get some rest early."

After saying that, she stood on tiptoe and walked back to her room with light steps.

Watching Na'er's small back disappear at the end of the corridor, Lin Qingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully closed the door, turned the lock, and only then did he completely let go of his tense nerves. He let out a long breath, his body going limp as he collapsed into his chair.

Na'er's sudden intrusion just now had truly given him a fright. He couldn't help but blame himself inwardly; life had been too peaceful lately, and he had even lost his basic vigilance, forgetting that Na'er was still living in the house.

He had no heart to ponder what that inexplicable sentence meant anymore. He raised his hand to put the notebook back into the drawer and locked it carefully. The room fell into instant silence, with only a heavy stillness wrapping around everything.

In truth, Lin Qingzhou had never thought he would get involved with the main cast of the Douluo Continent, let alone live under the same roof as Na'er, the half-body of the Silver Dragon King.

And all these changes started on that night of torrential rain.

That night, Proud Arrival City was raided by Evil Soul Masters, and the whole city was in chaos. Lin Qingzhou couldn't tell if he was lucky or unlucky; to avoid the Evil Soul Masters, he had panicked and hidden in a cave in the suburbs.

He had even prepared a few days' worth of food, intending to hide in the cave for a while and come out once the storm had passed.

Who would have thought that the cave actually concealed a mechanism? Before he could react, he was sucked into a strange secret realm by a force.