Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 726: A Massacre of Millions, The Sky-Covering Demonic Flames (II)

Chapter 726: A Massacre of Millions, The Sky-Covering Demonic Flames (II)

Because of the shift from a straight path to a circular detour, the distance between the ancient creature and the Destructive Dragon Emperor suddenly increased from around five hundred thousand kilometers to over seven hundred thousand.

By pure coincidence, the Azure-White Colossal Dragon had unintentionally bought the Dragon Emperor more time by delaying the ancient creature’s steps.

At the same time, Chen Chu sat cross-legged atop a black mountain peak in the planar worlds. Before him stood a mound of Life Crystals, piled into a small hill. He casually grabbed a handful, and a thought echoed through his mind. Convert these Life Crystals into attribute points.

[You have converted one Life Crystal and gained 11 attribute points.]

[You have converted one Life Crystal and gained 5 attribute points...]

With each notification, the transparent panel in front of him rapidly ticked upward. Thirty thousand... fifty thousand... a hundred thousand...

By the time Chen Chu finished converting all of the Life Crystals, his attribute points had reached a final count of 261,987. With that many attribute points, it would be enough for him to burn day and night and break through to the middle stage of the mythical level within half a month.

He remained calm this time, now used to the concept of having so many attribute points. His voice echoed in his mind. Burn ten thousand attribute points. Enter the epiphany state.

An immense tide of attribute energy transformed into a profound aura of enlightenment, enveloping Chen Chu. At the same time, red light flickered at the center of his brows, and a blood-red eye slowly opened.

Within that eye, which contained the imagery of endless seas of blood and the apocalypse, twelve strands of world origin appeared. One of them was drawn forth by Chen Chu.

Boom!

The world origin exploded within him. The Taixu Nether Light Scripture activated, and the Law of Soul he had long since touched began to evolve at an astonishing pace.

Clatter!

Chains of black soul energy coiled around him, threading through the void like a web. The pressure of his soul radiated behind him, forming a black halo of spiritual might.

At the same time, the Imperial Crown of the Twenty-Four Heavens appeared above his head. Dressed in a dark imperial robe, he sat high upon a black throne forged by condensed soul laws. His left hand held a seal, exuding a crushing, oppressive force.

Chen Chu resembled a soul-sovereign emperor. The entire planar world trembled under the weight of the supreme and five high-level laws that interwove around him.

Most striking of all was the Soul-Suppressing Imperial Seal in his hand. Within it, a primordial principle rotated in silence, sending out invisible ripples. As the Law of Soul tempered his true form, it began to subtly transform his very essence into a principle-based being.

However, this transformation was slow and unconscious. Only after Chen Chu reached the peak of the heavenly king level and actively refined the primordial principle could he complete the conversion swiftly.

For now, it merely allowed his soul and true form to contain the faint trace of law.

As Chen Chu entered secluded cultivation, the skies outside gradually dimmed. Yet outside Tiannan City, lights remained bright and the atmosphere lively as ever.

Over a hundred thousand Tyrannosaur Aliens who had already relocated were seated on the ground They chattered to each other in their language as they curiously watched the cooking squads not far off, who were preparing food over open flames.

"Captain, what are those humans doing? It smells so good."

"Yeah! So fragrant. No wonder this is the world where the Supreme God resides—so amazing!" Drawn by the aroma of stir-fried food, the Tyrannosaur Aliens couldn’t help but drool.

Back in their own world, they lived by hunting in sandstorm-covered deserts. Their diet consisted of roasted meat, meat porridge, and a few fruits; they had never tasted anything this refined.

Even Kavadora was no exception. The towering, hundred-meter-tall giant was currently seated, still dozens of meters high even then. Before him, a cultivator with a fire ability was roasting a mutated bovine beast over ten meters long.

Though mythical-level powerhouses were nothing special before Chen Chu, for these warriors and the Federation, they were still formidable forces not to be underestimated.

Since Kavadora had already submitted to Chen Chu, his divine soul branded with a restriction, he was now considered part of the Federation. Because of that, Li Qingtian showed him proper respect.

At that moment, several people stood in front of Kavadora, pointing and discussing.

The two-meter-tall Chen Hu looked up curiously at the massive, fearsome Tyrannosaur King. "Hey big guy, I’m Chen Hu. I heard you’re my brother’s new underling."

No sooner had he spoken than a nearby advanced cultivator hurriedly translated his words, projecting spiritual will into the void to echo Chen Hu’s statement.

Kavadora lowered his head slightly and let out a deep, rumbling sound in his language. "Greetings, Lord Chen Hu."

Though this tiny figure was so weak that a single breath could kill him, Kavadora dared not look down on him.

He is, after all, the Supreme God’s younger brother. Still... why is the Supreme God’s brother so weak?

Xia Youhui eagerly chimed in. "Kavadora! I’m Xia Youhui, Ah Chu’s closest brother!"

Kavadora paused, then nodded. "Greetings, Lord Xia."

"Hahahaha! Did you see that, Liu Feng? Even a mythical-level alien calls me lord! I told you to come join the fun and you didn’t!"

Xia Youhui held up his phone, proudly flaunting the scene to Liu Feng and the others in a video call. Told you guys to come, but nooo...

All of East Xia had been shaken after Chen Chu crushed mythical-level aliens and colossal beasts in just a few moves. Xia Youhui then dragged Chen Hu onto a plane headed straight to Tiannan City, eager to witness the excitement firsthand.

If his brother was showing off, how could he miss it? He was also genuinely curious about mythical-level aliens. With his current cultivation, he would normally have zero chance of even getting near such a being.

Chen Hu stared curiously at the mountain-like Tyrannosaur King. "Kavadora, why are you so big? I saw your subordinates—none of them are even four meters tall."

As he spoke, the nearby advanced cultivator once again translated.

Faced with the question, Kavadora thought for a moment and replied, "Probably because I eat more. I’ve had a huge appetite since childhood. I was my tribe’s strongman."

Is that so... Chen Hu mused.

Then something came to mind, and he turned his head. "Xia Youhui, help me take a photo with Kavadora, so I can show Yiyi and the others later!"

Xia Youhui’s eyes instantly lit up. "Sure! I’ll take a few myself while we’re at it.

"Ah Hu, this won’t work—you look too small. Climb up on Kavadora’s shoulder.

"Yes, yes! Now that looks awesome!"

As Chen Hu and Xia Youhui posed for photos with Kavadora, not far away, up on a hillside, Yan Ruoyi observed them with interest. She found it strange—how come Chen Hu didn’t look as handsome as Chen Chu?

Though they were biological brothers, one was elegant and striking, the other rugged and burly—the difference was stark.

A nearby adjutant hesitated. "General Yan, will they offend Lord Kavadora like that? What if Chen Hu gets hurt..."

Yan Ruoyi smiled faintly, unconcerned. "Don’t worry. That Tyrannosaur King is smarter than we imagined... or maybe just pragmatic."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to the distance. There, before a rift over a thousand meters long, dozens of advanced cultivators were working. Nearby, special mechanical equipment was also running at full capacity.

The machines flanked either side of the rift, emitting special energy beams to stabilize the spatial fluctuations, and working in concert with the cultivators who were deploying various unique resources to reinforce the passageway.

These spatial rifts, formed from the impact between the forces of two worlds, could indeed connect both realms. However, they were only temporary. With time, they would gradually collapse.

To maintain such a rift permanently, it required the consumption of spatial resources and the use of rune arrays to stabilize the passage. Otherwise, the rift would collapse before the Tyrannosaur Tribe fully completed their migration.

Just as Chen Chu was preparing to descend upon the opposite world the next day, to suppress the remaining Tyrannosaur Kings and Warlords and bring all of the Tyrannosaur Tribes under his control, traces of the Purgatory True Demons suddenly appeared on that side.

Under the night sky, a region spanning ten thousand kilometers had been frozen by a powerful force. The air was saturated with such intense cold that even space itself seemed to freeze.

Tens of thousands of meters beneath the frozen earth, more than thirty gaunt demons in priestly robes, each standing six meters tall, were moving through a massive cave tunnel.

Leading them was a ten-meter-tall demon king, his entire body clad in dark-golden scales and encased in black, savage-looking armor. Nine sharp demon horns adorned his head like a twisted crown.

Though this demon king appeared young, his aura was utterly terrifying. Around him swirled a dark red demonic qi, within which countless wailing souls seemed to scream in agony.

At the forefront, Alekriel wore a cold smile. "To think... after exploring this frozen forbidden zone a few times and finding nothing of value, there’s actually an alien civilization hidden behind it.

"If I can devour several million lives—flesh, soul, and all—and fuse them into my demonic domain, I should be able to break through my current limits and ascend to become the Abyssal Great Demon King."

Behind him, a Ninth Demonic Mark priest flattered him with a smile. "All of this is thanks to your destiny, Your Highness. Without it, we lower-ranked demons would never have found this passage."

Alekriel gave a faint nod. "Rest assured, I will not forget your contributions. Each of you will be rewarded with a portion of Demon God Blood."

All of the true demon priests lit up with excitement at once. "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness!"

Demon God Blood, imbued with law origin, was incomparably precious. A single portion was enough to purify a True Demon’s bloodline and further enhance their strength—perhaps even grant them the qualification to strive for the demon king level.

Of course, it was only qualification, just like how the human race had countless experts at the Ninth Heavenly Realm, but fewer than a hundred had broken through to the king level over the decades. That final step was a chasm.

Boom!

A layer of hard ice burst open. In the darkness, dozens of figures cloaked in swirling demonic qi shot into the sky, hovering ten thousand meters above ground.

Beyond the frozen death zone, yellow sand danced through the air. At the far horizon, the void had shattered, forming a rift of unknown length, filled with a destructive aura so overwhelming that even the demon king felt threatened.

On the left was the frozen death zone, on the right the dark faultline, and in the middle stretched an endless desert. Even someone as well-traveled as Alekriel couldn’t help but pause, but one priest spoke up.

"Your Highness, according to our scouts and interrogations, this civilization calls itself the Tyrannosaur Race. It is ruled by seven Tyrannosaur Kings, with one being called a Tyrannosaur Warlord.

"All seven kings are mythical-level powerhouses. Based on strength rankings, each controls an oasis of varying size within this desert, where they raise mutated beasts known as tyrannosaurs.

"The strongest among them, the Warlord, is extremely powerful. When our scouts got close enough to scan the energy fluctuations, we estimated its realm to be at the middle stage of the titan level. It resides in the largest oasis, deep within the desert.

"This terrain is highly favorable to Your Highness. It’s perfect for conducting a blood sacrifice to your Abyssal Demonic Domain. By the time we approach the Warlord’s tribe, it should be enough to complete your final breakthrough."

After the high priest finished, Alekriel responded coldly. "Relax. Even if that Warlord shows up now, I wouldn't care. I am the son of a demon god, inheritor of the Purgatory Clan’s greatest power. A mere titan from a low-tier civilization is nothing before me. Now go. Begin the preparations."

"Yes, Your Highness." The thirty-plus True Demon priests bowed respectfully, then withdrew their demonic qi, transforming into nearly invisible translucent phantoms that shot off into the night.