This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 659, Section 658: The Important Lin Jun

Someone else has exposed their own vulnerabilities!

Lin Jun noticed it almost immediately.

In the past, people often tried to establish a strong spiritual connection with Puji.

Lin Jun didn't care whether they lived or died, but she was really afraid of being ambushed at any time, such as being poisoned with a "soul toxin" that she didn't know if it existed or not.

Therefore, Lin Jun specifically spent time learning some mental protection magic.

However, its main purpose is not actually to protect Lin Jun's soul.

After all, the soul is too vast, and even the most powerful mental protective magic cannot cover every aspect.

The main function of this protection is that Lin Jun can notice it immediately if someone breaks it.

At the same time, Lin Jun will initiate self-protection measures.

In that instant, he would peel the touched part of the soul from the body and then annihilate it directly; the whole process was so fast that the intruder could not react at all.

Regardless of the purpose of the person who touches the soul, they have no chance of affecting Lin Jun's main soul through this part of the soul, making it the safest method.

As for such a cut, it's like scraping off a bit of skin for Lin Jun's soul; it will heal in no time and cause no harm.

At the same time, the severed portion is far larger than the soul of an ordinary person, and the impact caused by its active annihilation can, in most cases, destroy those who come into contact with it.

As for whether these contacts are curious scholars or malicious enemies?

Lin Jun wouldn't put herself in danger just to avoid accidental injury.

No one can touch my soul.

At this moment, Mira was facing a fragment of a soul that was fading away.

……

The moment Mira probed Puji with her spiritual power, she was awestruck by the boundless ocean before her.

Beneath my feet lies the boundless, deep blue ocean, like a giant mirror reflecting a light that doesn't exist in reality.

She looked down and saw her toes touching the water's surface, the ripples spreading outwards in circles until they disappeared into the distance.

But the end was too far away, so far that it seemed like there was no end at all.

Unlike other spellcasters who have only a superficial understanding of the soul, as a priestess of Neferella, she is a master of the soul.

She recognized it at a glance; it was a soul.

A boundless, limitless sea of ​​souls, capable of engulfing everything.

What kind of being could possess such a vast soul?
She couldn't understand it, but there was no doubt that such a special soul must be very important, which was why the oracle mentioned mushrooms.

However, before she could continue to ponder, the scene before her eyes underwent a dramatic change.

The sky cracked, like a giant canvas being torn apart from both ends, the crack spreading rapidly from one end of the horizon to the other, stretching across the heavens and the earth.

Then came the wind.

The hurricane roared, tearing the flowing sky into pieces as it passed, turning it into countless specks of light that drifted away.

The deep blue sea was also stirred up by the wind, turning into towering waves, which were then torn apart by the violent air currents, and finally swept together, destroying everything in their path as they approached Mira.

"They actually... abandoned such a massive soul directly..." Looking at the apocalyptic scene before her, Mira knew what had just happened in that brief moment.

She knew, but she couldn't understand.

Such an existence is utterly absurd. A direct clash of souls is always the most dangerous.

After all, the soul cannot be grown through training; everything is innate.

Bringing farmers and heroes, both lacking the relevant skills, into a spiritual duel puts the hero at risk of falling.

However, the priests of death are clearly not among those who "lack the relevant skills".

Darkness emanated from her features, momentarily making her otherwise holy face appear somewhat terrifying.

The darkness did not surge forth as fiercely as it had when attacking the Demon King; instead, it formed a black sphere that enveloped and protected Mira.

As the storm raged, the seawater, representing the power of shattered souls, swept in violently, yet failed to stir even a ripple on the surface of the black sphere; the darkness seemed to devour everything.

The process of the soul fragments being annihilated was not long, and this earth-shattering soul storm only lasted for a short while before disappearing without a trace.

But by the time it disappeared, the darkness that enveloped Mira had faded considerably, and Mira's figure could even be vaguely seen inside.

In reality, Mira, like a fountain, had spread darkness from her features to half of their hideout, even cornering some of her followers, including Crescent and Ginny, who hadn't immediately moved away because they were worried about the High Priest.

This darkness is a power bestowed by the goddess, representing pure death. Even though they are priestesses of the goddess, if they are tainted by this darkness, they cannot escape death.

As devout followers of the goddess, they weren't afraid of death, but the meaning of dying was completely different between making significant contributions and being accidentally injured and taken away by the high priest.

Fortunately, just when they had nowhere left to retreat, the spread of darkness finally stopped.

They rolled back into the high priest's body.

As the last bit of darkness returned to her body, Mira coughed violently.

Ginny quickly stepped forward to check on the high priest's condition.

Mira's body, which had just begun to recover some vitality after treatment, deteriorated again.

Even with the favor of the gods, mortals can hardly truly wield the power of the gods.

As for the little dog that was initially placed by the bed, it was now completely withered and shriveled, dark and fragile, just like the weeds nearby that had also been affected by the darkness.

Gini asked, "Lady Mira, what exactly happened? Wasn't it said that you couldn't use your power for a while? Your body is already..."

Mira said softly, "It's alright, Gini. It's worth it compared to what we've gained."

"The harvest?"

Although Mira's body was weak, her eyes were brighter than before, as if she had seen some hope: "That enormous soul, it was truly wonderful!"

"Whether it is offered as a sacrifice or replaced by it to become the goddess's representative, it is a perfect existence!"

“Gini, New Moon, the Mushroom Clan is of utmost importance! We should try to make contact with them... From now on, all other irrelevant actions can cease except for this ritual and the Mushroom Clan.”

Ginny and Crescent exchanged a glance, both only vaguely understanding the High Priest's words.

Especially the thing about "replacing Mira as the new spokesperson for the goddess," does that mean Puji?
However, since the High Priest, the goddess's representative, said that the Mushroom Clan was of utmost importance, he must be right.

They nodded, turned and left, following instructions and beginning to put them into action.

……

Meanwhile, in the uninhabited area near the southern mountains of Eleanor territory, magic gathered, and a temporary teleportation magic circle transferred the Sword Saint Puji over... to be precise, two-thirds of the Sword Saint Puji... and after a while, the remaining one-third arrived as well.

　I'd like to recommend a promising new book: *This Max-Level Adventurer is Too Cautious*, a story about a max-level adventurer collecting monster girls in dungeons. I've read this author's previous work, *Dungeon Player*, and this new book is definitely worth checking out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)