Fantasy: I Become God by playing a game [Dungeons + LitRPG +Xinxia]

**Chapter 13: Dungeon: Ancient Cultivator's Tomb (10)**

"Roar!"

Under the thunderclouds, Su Chen's body was enveloped in aqua-blue spiritual energy, forming the outline of a ferocious, semi-illusory dragon.

The dragon was so lifelike that its scales shimmered with a golden glow, as if a real dragon had risen from the depths of the sea. At its head stood Su Chen, sword in hand, exuding an aura of dominance as he faced the storm above.

As the dragon ascended, the power within the thunderclouds condensed and struck.

Boom!

The violent bolt of lightning clashed with the aqua-blue dragon, but it was dispersed instantly; its energy was no match for the dragon's might. The resulting explosion illuminated the underground tomb with blinding brilliance, making it as bright as day.

When the light faded, the dragon had broken through the thunderclouds and surged downward, its unstoppable force directed at Ye Chenglin.

Ye Chenglin, undeterred, drew talismans at an astonishing speed. Black and gold barriers materialized around him, layers of spiritual protection designed to block the attack.

But they failed.

The moment the dragon collided with the talismans, the barriers shattered like fragile glass.

Su Chen pressed on, his gaze resolute as he moved to strike.

Ye Chenglin faced the incoming attack without fear, his eyes reflecting not terror but an indescribable sense of relief—as if this moment was something he had awaited for a very long time.

Phew!

As the dust settled, Su Chen's magic sword was embedded in Ye Chenglin's chest, piercing his heart.

Even the iron-skinned, bronze-boned body of a Foundation Establishment Magic Corpse could not withstand Su Chen's extreme state swordsmanship.

Ye Chenglin looked down at the blade protruding from his chest. His once-bright eyes dimmed, and the vitality that had sustained him for centuries slowly ebbed away.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Ye Chenglin heard a voice—a long-forgotten, familiar voice.

"Xiao Lin, I told you to practice hard, but you didn't listen. You always ran off to the foot of the mountain to drink. Now look at you—suffering, aren't you?"

Ye Chenglin raised his head and saw his master, Taoist Duofu, surrounded by many senior brothers and sisters. They appeared beside him, silent yet comforting.

"Master, please stop teasing him," said a warm and honest senior brother from Wanfu Peak, stepping forward to defend Ye Chenglin. "Our junior brother has been struck down. Can't you show some sympathy? What kind of master are you?"

This senior brother had once taught Ye Chenglin the foundational principles of cultivation, guiding him during his early days in the sect.

The second senior sister, graceful and soft-spoken, brushed her hair behind her ear and added, "Xiao Lin may have been playful, but he worked hard later on. He lost this time, but he'll win next time."

Taoist Duofu chuckled and scolded her, "You're always indulging him. If this boy could control his temper, he wouldn't have perished so early, failing to even form a pill. And to think he's buried among ordinary disciples—it's an embarrassment to our peak!"

Yet, despite his master's scolding, Ye Chenglin wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed, his eyes moist with unshed tears.

Looking at his master, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Master… I have shamed you."

Taoist Duofu, who had been so stern moments before, struck him lightly on the head with his whisk. "Shamed me? Nonsense. Your master doesn't feel ashamed."

The old master's tone softened as he squatted down and patted Ye Chenglin's head gently. "Who else could endure a thousand years of loneliness, standing watch over the sect without faltering? You've made me prouder than anyone else."

Hearing this, Ye Chenglin's heart finally found peace. He let out a long breath, releasing the burden of centuries, and spoke the words he had carried for a thousand years.

"Master, I'm sorry. I'm so tired… so very tired. Next time, I promise I'll listen to you. I'll practice hard and never make you angry again."

"But this time… let me rest. I can't hold on anymore. Master, forgive me…"

His voice grew weaker and weaker until it faded entirely. Ye Chenglin's head drooped, his soul finally finding release.

Taoist Duofu watched him quietly and said softly, "Sleep well, Xiao Lin. You've suffered enough."

Thus, the thousand-year vigil of Qingyun Sect's 70th-generation disciple, Ye Chenglin, came to an end.

Su Chen stood silently before the fallen Ye Chenglin. Bowing deeply, he spoke with heartfelt respect:

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, on ascending to heaven."

For the first time, Su Chen no longer saw the Cultivation of Immortality as a mere game. The vivid experiences, the connections between in-game cultivation and reality—it felt all too real.

Somewhere, the Qingyun Sect and Ye Chenglin must truly exist.

This thought filled Su Chen with admiration. To face a man who kept his promise to guard the sect even after death, enduring centuries of loneliness—how could he not feel respect?

With the battle concluded, the underground tomb fell into a deep silence.

Su Chen glanced at his bloodstained arm, grimacing as waves of pain wracked his body. He muttered to himself:

"The Dragon Roar Sky-Breaking Strike is still too much for me right now. Using it destroyed more than half the meridians in my body and completely drained my spiritual power."

"Unless absolutely necessary, I shouldn't rely on this magical power. The Water Dragon Roar should suffice for most situations."

Although Su Chen had merged Water Dragon Roar and Sharp Technique into a new skill, the original techniques had not disappeared. He could still perform them, as his understanding of both remained intact.

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[System Notification]

- You defeated the Foundation Establishment Magic Corpse Ye Chenglin.

You gained 3000 experience points.

- You gained Soul Crystal Fragment (Green) x1.

- You gained the Ten Thousand Symbols True Solution Fragment x1.

- You gained the Special Tomb Key x1.

- Current experience points: 12150.

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Looking at the panel, Su Chen felt a profound sense of accomplishment.

Finally. After so much suffering and countless deaths, I've broken past the 10,000 experience point mark.

It was time to upgrade the Purple Cloud Divine Light Technique.

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[Upgrade Notification]

- You consumed 9999 experience points. The Purple Cloud Divine Light Technique has been upgraded to Extreme State.

[Purple Cloud Divine Light Technique (Extreme State)]

- Effect: Refines the body with purple cloud energy, extends lifespan by 500 years, increases spiritual power limit by 10,000 points, and grants the Purple Cloud Divine Fire.

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As the upgrade completed, Su Chen felt a surge of energy and clarity, like the lifting of a heavy fog to reveal the moonlit sky.

This is just the beginning.

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