Chapter 246: The Inheritance Opportunity

Wang Zhize's words, "We are, after all, descendants of the Wang Family," were not loud, yet they struck Wang Zhitao's heart like a calming pill.

Indeed, they are descendants of the Wang Family.

Grandfather exchanged his life for them, not a meager turtle shell barely clinging to life, but a furnace that reshapes bone and flesh.

"Brother, I'm hungry," Wang Zhitao repeated, and this time his tone lacked the earlier embarrassment, gaining instead a righteous—ferocious edge.

He wasn't referring to his stomach, but to his Primordial Devouring Overlord Body.

After enduring that heart‑pounding battle, especially forcibly devouring the Chaotic God Curse, his body became like a glutton whose rice jar had been completely emptied, roaring deafeningly, yearning to be filled, yearning for more energy.

Wang Zhize read the hunger in his younger brother's eyes.

He said nothing, merely turned and faced again the massive black‑golden cage that imprisoned three Shadow Guards.

His gaze passed over the three now unrecognizable figures, landing on the darkness deeper within the cavern.

At that moment, the entire space—or rather, the whole "Grandfather"—began to change.

"Hum—"

A low, almost inaudible hum reverberated from all directions, as if it were the pulse of this world.

The massive black‑golden crystals at the cavern's ceiling suddenly flared, and visible twisted energy streams, like a waking giant python, began to drip from the crystals, drifting slowly through the air.

These energy streams were bizarre and varied; some were as black as ink, exuding a deathly silence that devoured everything, while others were a chaotic mess, like a spilled palette, brimming with disorder and madness.

This is the fundamental twisted law energy that composes this extra‑dimensional space.

It is the final and most precious legacy Grandfather left them.

"It's coming!" Wang Zhitao's eyes lit up instantly, his muscles tensing involuntarily, assuming a posture ready to pounce.

But the energy streams did not surge toward him; instead, as if guided by an invisible pull, they bypassed him and converged entirely on Wang Zhize.

Wang Zhize stood rooted, motionless.

The Black Jade Slip in his hand now erupted with unprecedented light, like a black hole, actively drawing all those twisted energy streams into itself.

"Brother!" Wang Zhitao panicked.

He could feel how ferocious and dangerous those energies were; they were not something a normal cultivator could absorb—each strand could cause a Golden Core cultivator's Meridians to snap inch by inch, and his spirit to go chaotic!

Wang Zhize gave no reply.

His complexion turned deathly pale at a visible speed, his forehead instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

If the Jade Slip had previously fed him the space's "user manual" and "source code," then now Grandfather, via this Slip, is forcibly transferring the entire space's "highest administrator permission" to him!

It is not merely an infusion of energy, but a seal of the law!

Countless chaotic, twisted, contradictory spatial laws, like billions of red‑hot steel needles, hammered into his mind.

His consciousness seemed tossed into a universe constantly collapsing and reconstituting; one second he grasped "folding," the next he was drowned by the definition of "tearing."

Pain!

Indescribable pain!

This soul‑level tearing is ten thousand times more terrifying than any physical injury.

"Brother, hold on!" Wang Zhitao sensed something was wrong; he tried to rush forward, only to find an invisible barrier between him and his brother.

The twisted energy streams formed a storm that enveloped Wang Zhize, making it impossible for anyone else to approach.

"Damn it!" Wang Zhitao's eyes reddened with urgency as he slammed a fist into the ground.

What to do? What to do?

Seeing Wang Zhize's body sway more violently, a strand of fresh blood even seeping from his mouth, the string in Wang Zhitao's mind snapped with a "pop."

Can't worry about that any longer!

"Give—me—access!"

Wang Zhitao let out a beast‑like roar; he no longer tried to brute‑force the energy barrier, but instead knelt on the spot, driving his Primordial Devouring Overlord Body to its limit!

Since I can't get through, I'll draw the energy in!

Boom!

An unrivaled, domineering devouring force erupted from Wang Zhitao.

He seemed to become a massive humanoid vortex, no longer picky or selective, and launched the most savage plunder at the energy storm that enveloped Wang Zhize.

"Gurgle!"

A mouthful of chaotic energy was forcibly sucked in, turning Wang Zhitao's face instantly green.

That feeling was a hundred times more painful than devouring the Chaotic God Curse before!

If the Chaotic God Curse was deadly poison, these twisted law energies are a cauldron brewed from lethal toxin, sulfuric acid, glass shards, and stinky socks—a super‑ultimate chaotic broth!

It rushes and pushes, and even scrapes the throat!

"Pah, pah, pah! What the heck!" Wang Zhitao felt his internal organs churning like a raging river, his Meridians as if countless tiny knives were slicing back and forth.

But he didn't stop.

He saw that as he frantically devoured, the pressure of the energy storm surrounding his brother visibly lessened.

Wang Zhize's tightly furrowed brow seemed to relax a bit.

Useful!

"Come on! All rush toward me!" Wang Zhitao snarled, his eyes blood‑red, intensifying his devouring.

More twisted energy was forcibly pulled in, flooding his body.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhize, teetering on the brink of collapse, instantly sensed the shift.

The torrent of laws flooding his mind remained massive, yet the most violent, chaotic, incomprehensible parts seemed to have been ripped out.

What remained, though still profound, became orderly and could be understood and absorbed.

He snapped his eyes open, looking toward his brother not far away, whose seven orifices were about to emit smoke.

The two brothers, separated by the energy storm, met each other's gaze.

In an instant, everything became clear.

A warm glimmer flashed in Wang Zhize's eyes, and he immediately closed his eyes, no longer distracted, fully operating the jade tablet, and began frantically absorbing the pure law energy that his younger brother had "filtered".

Meanwhile, Wang Zhitao, after enduring inhuman pain, had his "Devouring Primordial Overlord Body" reveal its truly terrifying side.

The "deadly chaotic toxins" drawn into his body, his furnace, were forcibly broken down, crushed, and refined!

Those violent, chaotic, ruinous, mixed energies were used by his Overlord Body as fuel, burning away completely.

What remained was the utmost pure, crystal‑clear Life Essence!

This Life Essence was more advanced and purer than any energy he had cultivated before.

"Brother, continue!"

Wang Zhitao gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain of his body being torn, and unreservedly guided this refined Life Essence toward Wang Zhize.

A cool yet mighty warm current instantly poured into Wang Zhize's body.

Wang Zhize's body, weakened from his overburdened spirit, was immediately replenished; his dried Meridians were like parched land receiving rain, and his pallid complexion quickly turned rosy.

More importantly, under the support of this shared Life Essence, his speed of absorbing and digesting the laws surged more than tenfold!

A perfect cycle formed at this moment.

The twisted law energy left by Grandfather was like the most violent crude oil.

Wang Zhitao was the refinery, responsible for separating the most dangerous impurities from the crude oil, burning them as fuel, and dispatching the refined high‑octane gasoline.

Wang Zhize was the most refined engine, using that high‑octane gasoline to drive the entire space's "highest permission" for transfer and upgrade.

"Hoo… ha…"

Wang Zhitao gulped breathlessly, feeling as if he were about to burst, yet also feeling so exhilarated he could almost fly.

This pain‑and‑pleasure feeling was downright addictive.

His body was constantly being destroyed and reshaped. With each cycle, his flesh's strength and Meridians' resilience surged at an incomprehensibly rapid pace.

The words "Devouring Primordial Overlord Body" at this moment truly began to reveal their intended magnificence!

"Little brother, can you still hold on?" Wang Zhize's voice came from the storm's core, steady and strong.

"Nonsense!" Wang Zhitao grinned, showing a set of white teeth; though a mask of pain still clung to his face, his eyes shone terrifyingly, "Brother, speed it up on your side! I feel I'm about to get indigestion! This thing's after‑effect is too strong!"

"Alright."

Wang Zhize replied with a single word.

In the next instant, the jade tablet's light in his hand fully merged into his forehead.

The entire space jolted violently!

The twisted energy streams that had been drifting in the air halted instantly, then, like countless rivers converging into the sea, formed a black‑gold pillar of light spanning heaven and earth, descending from the cavern's dome straight down, completely enveloping the two brothers, Wang Zhize and Wang Zhitao!

Grand, solemn, and overwhelming!

A tragic yet glorious inheritance officially entered its climax.

In the cage, the Shadow Guard Captain who had regained a fragment of consciousness stared dumbfounded at the scene, and the last spark in his eyes was completely extinguished.

He finally understood.

That old thing, Wang Shan, was not dead at all.

How could he be dead?

He clearly forged himself into an unprecedented Super Divine Realm, using his own spirit‑law as a guide and the enemy's lethal strike as furnace, forcibly creating a fate‑defying transformation for his two grandsons!

What kind of craftsmanship is this? What madness? What… indulgence?

A despair deeper than death completely devoured him.