Chapter 151: Chapter 142 Beastman
The vibrating blood burned like flames through the veins, spreading throughout the body.
Zhou Leng clenched his teeth, letting go of pain, fear, and everything else.
He purely felt the sound.
Gradually, Zhou Leng withstood the blood vibrations.
Soon, the sound amplified again.
The muscles all over the body were also struck by the bizarre Chaos God’s Ode.
This time, it was different from pure pain.
It felt as if something was indeed pounding the muscles, causing tingles and an unbearable itch.
Zhou Leng suddenly realized it wasn’t just a trial of consciousness but also a physical trial.
The Chaos God’s Ode affected the entire person, not just the consciousness.
Fortunately, having passed the Trial Gate’s tests and the Celestial Ladder’s deep-sea challenges, he was now somewhat experienced.
The Little Elf gently nodded.
After a while, the Little Elf would wave the Magic Wand.
Thus, the Chaos God’s Ode intensified another layer.
The body’s vibrations increased more and more.
Eardrums vibrated, heart vibrated, blood vibrated, muscles vibrated, bones vibrated, organs vibrated, brain vibrated, whole body vibrated, and finally, consciousness vibrated.
Altogether nine layers of vibration, nine sounds.
Pain, numbness, discomfort, nausea... countless sensations surged at once.
Slowly, Zhou Leng’s mind became hazy.
Seeing that he could barely hold on, Zhou Leng took a deep breath, and the image of the starry sky Elder Tree appeared in his mind.
Visualizing the Frost Giant Tree.
All the sensations lightened, and emotions returned to calm.
"This..." The Little Elf looked at Zhou Leng thoughtfully.
"In fact, completing the seventh vibration is enough to pass, yet he managed to complete the first note of the full Chaos God’s Ode. Very impressive..."
Then, the Little Elf waved the Magic Wand.
On the Divine Text wall, the second Divine Text began to rotate.
The first note of the Chaos God’s Ode hadn’t stopped; it was still vibrating, making strange thudding sounds.
The second note sounded at the same time.
Buzz... buzz... buzz buzz buzz...
This sound was entirely different from the first note.
The first note’s thuds gave a vibrating sensation.
But this buzzing sounded like peculiar lights sweeping over the body, like the feeling of a wheel suddenly crushing down.
At first, it only felt like the ears were being crushed, then the heart was crushed, blood was crushed...
Zhou Leng seemed to be lying on a highway, with heavy trucks roaring over him.
This sensation was ten to a hundred times more uncomfortable than physical crushing.
Especially when crushing and vibrating overlapped, both body and soul were exploding.
Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and held on.
Strangely, as he slowly adapted to the two sounds, the body subtly felt some comfort.
The speed at which the Mountain of Will went from virtual to real accelerated unimaginably.
The Little Elf stared at Zhou Leng for a while and glanced outside.
The two living dwarfs died one after another.
Among all those refining their bodies, none compared to Zhou Leng, who was merely at the late stage of Blood Transport.
"This child came at just the right time..."
"If he had come later and entered at the early stage of Body Refinement, it would have affected future growth."
Zhou Leng, in a muddled state, endured the full first and second notes.
Although his consciousness had fainted, relying on final willpower, he still sat on the ground.
The Little Elf waved a hand, and the third Divine Text started turning, emitting the sound of steel grinding stone.
With this sound, Zhou Leng closed his eyes and fainted to the ground.
Not sure how much time passed, Zhou Leng opened his eyes, his mind groggy.
"Very good, unfortunately, your Mountain of Will was just a step short of solidifying into the ’Rock Realm.’ However, you have undergone a trial almost perfect..."
The Little Elf waved a hand, and the Magic Wand waved again.
A Divine Text on the wall lit up and suddenly shot a golden divine light through Zhou Leng’s body, directly into his consciousness, striking the Mountain of Will.
Zhou Leng’s body shuddered, his eyes blacked out, and he fainted again.
The Little Elf smiled slightly and said, "Trying to be an ’Apprentice Divine Rune Master’ below Innate level, how outrageous? Completing two levels of the test is quite good. Those other Innate ones only completed two as well."
The Little Elf waved the Magic Wand, and a second crystalline drop fell into Zhou Leng’s mouth.
Before long, Zhou Leng opened his eyes, feeling indescribably comfortable.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring, then having a luxurious sleep and finally waking naturally.
The whole world seemed a bit brighter.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Leng turned his head, looking all around, the Divine Text wall was gone, the hall and the bodies were also gone.
This place seemed like a spacious reading room.
On both sides were empty bookshelves, only a few held some stone tablets, beams of light, and crystals.
A giant table and chairs sat in the middle; even the chairs appeared as large round tables to a human.
The smallest table was also two meters high.
A soft white light shone in, like an uninhabited library in the afternoon.
Zhou Leng jumped off the chair and strolled along the bookshelves.
Ahead, a bookshelf held an ancient book, and he reached out to take it.
A faint ripple formed between his fingertips and the book spine, blocked by an invisible force.
"It seems there’s protective power, or maybe I’m not strong enough..."
Guessing that these ancient relics were extraordinary, Zhou Leng didn’t mind and slowly observed around the reading room.
He walked around a section of tables and chairs, looking into a corner.
A long-haired green-skinned orc leaned against the side of a bookshelf, sitting with her head down, seemingly asleep.
Wearing an old ornament, dressed in leopard skin, she appeared to be a female orc.
Zhou Leng stopped his steps and examined carefully.
No matter how he looked, she seemed like a middle-aged orc taking a nap.
However, the body remained motionless, showing no signs of breathing.
The person exuded no aura of power, just peacefully asleep.
"Elder Flower of High Earth?" Zhou Leng asked in his not-so-fluent Orc language.
The orc did not move.
Zhou Leng walked over.
Beside the female orc, there was a chair, and on its cushion, lay scattered a few fragments of items.
A hairpin, an old beast hide book, bone accessories, a bone pen, a smaller men’s leather jacket, a pair of men’s leather boots, and a leather hat.
Stopping five meters away.
Demigod, Ancient King, Great Demon, Martial Saint, these are different races’ names for masters of the same tier.
Masters of this tier, even in death, retain saintly might within their holy remains.
Particularly complete holy remains with a head, which can even counterattack an enemy if attacked.
A strike from the holy remains could destroy heaven and earth.
Only by severing the head can the retaliatory power be nullified.
The body is then divided into the chest, abdomen, two legs, and two arms, totaling six components, refined each into a powerful weapon.
Headless God.
It is said that some Great Demons and Martial Saints had their descendants refine their holy remains into sacred relics to attack enemies, to protect their posterity after their death.
Beside the Flower of High Earth, lay a tattered Magic Spirit Bag.
Zhou Leng carefully observed, pondering repeatedly.
The holy remains are too powerful, slightest carelessness results in being shattered to pieces.
Zhou Leng rummaged through the Magic Spirit Bag, picking out some jumbled bone runes and some long hooked ropes.
Spoils from killing the orcs.
Initially thought bone runes were just ordinary witchcraft items, but considering the orcs also wanted to collect treasures, they must have prepared means.
Opened the Demonized Watch to search the information on the bone runes.
Quickly found various interpretations.
These are products crafted by beastman wizards, each with different uses, exceedingly complex.
Unable to determine the exact usage.
Zhou Leng thought for a moment, put away the bone runes, placed the hook three meters away from the Flower of High Earth, then kept releasing the rope, while retreating backward.
When only three meters of rope remained, Zhou Leng stopped.
The rope was more than ten meters long.
Zhou Leng calculated the distance between the rope and the Magic Spirit Bag, placing all the bone runes on the ground around him, forming a circle.
Took out the Demonized Watch, first translating Chinese into Orc language, then corrected the pronunciation one by one.
Finally, Zhou Leng clasped his hands, and spoke aloud, "Junior Zhou Leng, a fellow Divine Rune learner, saluting Elder Flower of High Earth in the reading room. Junior dares not presumptuously take the elder’s holy remains, but upon seeing the treasures, wishes for a trial. Should the elder disapprove, junior shall just leave."
Zhou Leng knew that compared to the treasure, life was paramount, and if the holy remains truly intended to stop, he would not proceed further.
Zhou Leng tossed the hook, but failed to latch onto the Magic Spirit Bag’s strap.
The holy remains showed no reaction.
A second, a third time...
The fourth throw hit the Magic Spirit Bag’s strap, then gently dragged back.
Zhou Leng watched the holy remains, slowly pulling the rope.
The holy remains showed no reaction.
Zhou Leng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as the Magic Spirit Bag was one meter away from the holy remains, the entire body of the holy remains suddenly emitted a faint white light.
The holy remains still lowered its head, but with a swing of the right fist, struck straight at Zhou Leng.
A fierce wind roared inside the reading room.
A winter wind sprung from nowhere.
With one strike, the demigod could crumble mountains.
Zhou Leng felt an overwhelming, terrifying power descending, like the end of the world.
Though trying desperately to evade, the body wouldn’t budge.
The demigod’s body was not to be desecrated.
Zhou Leng felt a faint regret, knowing the life-threatening danger, yet not satisfied with greed.
Realized only when facing death, he was utterly powerless to mitigate such a level of risk.
Zhou Leng’s body couldn’t move, he could only watch as the formless yet tsunami-like demigod force approached.
Darkness enveloped the world.
All the bone runes flickered rapidly, emitting a light shield, enveloping Zhou Leng.
The invisible force halted, slowly pressing forward.
With a snap, the light shield of the bone runes shattered, followed by a series of crackling sounds, all the bone runes exploded into bone powder.
Zhou Leng calmly awaited death’s arrival.
Suddenly, something within the Magic Spirit Bag let out a soft hum, emitting a peculiar aura.
The saintly remains’ fist turned into a claw, grabbing fiercely.
The pervasive power dispersed, and an item from Zhou Leng’s Magic Spirit Bag flew over, landing in the hand of the holy remains.
Zhou Leng, still in shock, took a closer look, seeing the Mountain Forge Family’s bloodline emblem given by General Julu.
Then, a gust of wind blew.
Pushing the tattered Magic Spirit Bag of the Flower of High Earth to slide across the ground, reaching Zhou Leng.
The Magic Spirit Bag, an artifact from hundreds or even thousands of years ago, cracked inch by inch under the breeze.
Numerous assorted items spilled out, forming a five-meter high small mound.
Zhou Leng thought to himself, truly a demigod’s Magic Spirit Bag, much larger than his own.
Turned his head to look at the bloodline emblem in the holy remains’ hand.
She truly cherished the bond with the Mountain Forge, even after eight hundred years had passed.
"Thank you, elder, for sparing me."
Having expressed his gratitude, Zhou Leng looked at the five-meter-high pile of miscellaneous items, first taking out a mask and putting it on.
Eight hundred years had passed, most of the items within had decayed and deteriorated.
Meat, clothes, blood bones, weapons, none remained in good condition.
Zhou Leng, like an archaeologist excavating a site, carefully cleaned, setting aside those items that were damaged or unnecessary.
A touch on the blood bone, and it snapped, foul odor spread.
A touch on the beast hide, and it disintegrated inch by inch.