Chapter 240: Chapter 230: The Liberation of the Golden Feast, Has the King of Black Robes Fallen?
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"Disgusting."
With dark green hair flowing and clad in a form-fitting outfit, the Dragon Maiden punched with her fair and delicate fists, creating a large hole in the flesh-and-blood willow branch. The branch howled in agony, fell to the ground, and turned into a pile of gray-white snowflakes—soul ashes.
The flesh-and-blood willow branches were, originally, a collective of deceased souls.
Mu Yun couldn’t absorb Extraordinary Particles and cast a disdainful glance at the flesh-and-blood willow branch.
Her body was special, a fusion of fairy and dragon elements, unmatched in physical strength, but it also carried a huge burden: the insatiable hunger of a Giant Dragon.
Moreover, her bloodline was that of a Jade Dragon, one of the Dragons of the End. She commanded life and nature, a forest overlord, and only Extraordinary Food could satisfy her.
However, because Extraordinary Materials were always precious, using them to make food was simply a waste of resources.
Thus, she had long been in a state of hunger, sealing her Dragon Vein power to conserve energy and trying to maintain her fairy-like form, which greatly changed her personality.
The reason she entered the Divine War was to feast and, additionally, unleash some of her Dragon of the End Mighty Power, bullying the weak.
But the result was disappointing. A Divine War held on the Nether River—feasting on ashes?
Even if it were ashes, they should be from Extraordinary Materials!
Suddenly, Mu Yun instinctively looked up. From afar, there was a radiant brilliance, flames rising into the sky.
「...」
[You are extracting high-dimensional materials]
Fragmented lines of text appeared.
[Current progress: 0.1%...]
It can indeed be extracted!
Chu Yi’s eyes brightened, reflecting the Twilight Light.
Grasping the Soul-Calling Banner and wielding the Lantern Girl’s rules, a storm surged, and countless spirits rushed towards the flesh-and-blood willow branch, making a dense chewing sound.
Meanwhile, the Flower of Desire acted as a meat shield, waving its tentacles, shielding Chu Yi from attacks from all sides as a grand battle erupted instantly.
However, the opponent’s main body was hidden underground, searching for a flaw, waiting for a one-hit-kill opportunity, which caused the extraction progress to be slow and intermittently interrupted.
Even so, countless flesh-and-blood willow branches erupted into a myriad of bloody vapors, spraying a white mist that concealed lethal intent, something even the Flower of Desire couldn’t withstand.
This was a ruin above the Nether River, where rules intertwined and all were oppressed.
With Chu Yi’s methods, handling this cunning enemy who never emerged was impossible.
"Alright, alright, you won’t come out, huh? Just wait."
Chu Yi’s thoughts stirred.
The Doomsday Clock appeared. On its twelve dials, one was vacant, not yet filled with an ancient deity; only eleven dials were occupied by indescribable phantoms.
Since inheriting the King of Deep Red’s legacy, the level of the Clock Eye had risen, and Chu Yi’s mastery of time arcana had become increasingly adept; he could faintly sense the temporal skills of the twelve deities.
Without the Prophecy of Time, Invincible Golden Body, and Time Stop Domain, in exchange for a seemingly random skill, Chu Yi always felt he hadn’t fully harnessed its Mighty Power.
After all, skills varied in strength; drawing a trash skill required exhausting it before switching to the next, and using skills consumed the Clock Eye’s power, bringing a burden to the body.
Until this moment, he realized, It was my misunderstanding. As a special ability of the Clock Eye’s second stage, drawing skills is only part of the power. In other words, if I can handle it, I could theoretically master twelve skills! I could even refresh skills!
His thoughts flickered, and an Agate appeared in his hand, only the size of a pigeon egg.
This was the Deep Red Blood, refined from the Crimson War Gods he had slain during the whole Qin Zheng affair!
This was an essence of a primordial timeline, constantly refined, nearly of Radiant Moon quality!
To take down this Flesh and Blood Willow Tree, he drew inspiration from the evolution compendium.
This drop of blood was pressed into the Clock Eye by Chu Yi. Instantly, the Clock Eye emitted a whisper, devouring a segment of ancient time’s essence power.
A cool sensation arose from his eye, the world spun, and Chu Yi’s consciousness seemed to enter a past time—an era of ignorance and new beginnings, where various civilizations arose from ignorant chaos, blooming and waning in an instant.
In the next moment, Chu Yi’s mind throbbed with pain, nearly splitting apart.
It’s only ancient power; without a high-ranking persona, it’s unbearable.
He then took out a fragment of the Ancient One’s skin, as well as a series of materials from Evil Gods whom he had slain, using [Creation from Nothing].
These materials were equivalent to constructing the Life String of Evil Gods.
Like a painting, the Deep Red Blood was the colors applied, and these materials were the outer two-dimensional lines sketched; without lines, the colors would bleed away, no longer existing.
I will use these materials to infuse part of my Divinity, constructing a temporary, strong Life Chart, Chu Yi murmured as rules evolved, depleting the newly replenished Divine Power reserve once more.
Instantly, the blood-and-flesh body cloaked beneath the black robe transformed into a mass of twilight hues!
"Realm of the Dead, the living must not enter!"
The Flesh and Blood Willow Tree, hidden deep in the rotting soil, issued a whisper, rousing a storm of intertwined Power of Rules, towering a hundred feet, causing the conceptual body of the Flower of Desire to disintegrantiate as if caught in a tornado of countless blades, returning to the Chaotic Burial Mound.
Even the struggling Bone Fire was extinguished by the Power of Rules.
In the next moment, dozens of flesh-and-blood willow branches sweeping from all directions hung down myriad threads, like worms eager to devour, converging into a crimson sea of clouds, enveloping the small black robe, consuming it instantly.
The living are destined to be buried here!
"The taboo of the Nether River is ancient and mysterious, but this mere black robe is a new taboo. How dare it challenge the greatness of the Nether River," Prince Morgan spoke indifferently.
Though surprised at the appearance of the King of Black Robes in the Divine War, infuriating the deep-seated taboo would inevitably lead to demise.
Because the Nether River was filled with rules, the living entering would be suppressed by the Great Nether River.
The stronger the power and the older the age, the more the geometric suppression and backlash would increase. This is why the major Alien Race powerhouses would not enter personally, as the unlucky ones might even awaken taboos from the depths of the Nether River.
The Blood Race members nodded.
They also paid attention to the Beast Taming World, and the King of Black Robes had no reputation. He was truly overestimating himself, daring to venture into the Nether River and challenge the great being; it was suicidal.
Do they really believe the great being above the Nether River is the same as the Evil Gods they set traps for? The two are entirely on different scales!
CLINK...
The Blood Race loli tapped her teacup with a small silver spoon, bored. The chess pieces progressed too slowly, and now a taboo from the depths had been provoked, likely leading to the Divine War’s cancellation.
She had fancied a piece labeled the Blood Race Queen—truly beautiful—which piqued her interest. She’d make it into a doll, displayed in her collection for admiration. Oh, and that interesting young human... I’ll flay his skin, fill it with straw, and let him enter my fairy tale kingdom to become a carefree scarecrow Knight.
"The King of Black Robes is defeated?"
"This... that’s unlikely, right? He has always been cunning; there should be a contingency."
"He’s already been eaten. Can he still turn the tables?"
Zhang Yi and his group of three observed with varying expressions. Was the usually mysterious King of Black Robes about to be overturned?
Moments later, countless flesh-and-blood willow branches dispersed. The black robe that had been devoured was already completely eaten; a taboo had fallen.
In the next moment—BOOM!
The entire world was filled with twilight, like a snowstorm fluttering down, blanketing the white mist.
Between heaven and earth, a drizzly rain suddenly stirred. Dim raindrops fell, weaving a twisted, chaotic twilight shadow in their midst.
Upon closer inspection, those raindrops were transparent, passing through all substances, unseen as they fell into the ground.
ROAR—
Along with a dragon’s roar, it penetrated the past, present, and future, causing the River of Time to surge with tremendous waves, bringing forth a rain of time.
Amid all the attention, the shadow of twilight gradually became clearer, extending three pairs of massive dragon wings. As they flapped, its body, like a writhing mass of golden color, manifested twelve shining vertical pupils.
The simulated Life Chart was precisely the Dragon of the End with Twelve Eyes!
BOOM—
The flesh-and-blood willow branch swept again, attempting to scatter the bizarre dragon before it could condense fully.