Chapter 262: Feast

"No... my power..."

The Executor's struggle has become as feeble as a dying candle in the wind.

The Nascent Soul essence he once boasted of is now turning into the purest stream, forcibly drawn from every corner of his body by an unreasonable, brute force.

Self‑destruct?

That turned into a colossal joke.

Even the strength he needed to light the fuse was taken by the opponent as spoils, snatched away beforehand.

Withering is proceeding at a speed beyond imagination.

Wang Zhitao squinted contentedly, a satisfied gurgle emanating from his throat, like a cat that finally got a can of tuna.

"Burp..."

A loud, full belch.

The black‑gold runes on his body shimmered brilliantly, and the phantom of the all‑consuming domain behind him seemed to grow deeper and more solid.

"Bro, this... this has kick!" Wang Zhitao licked his lips, turned excitedly to Wang Zhize, "It's got more bite than all those snacks combined! The flavor is way richer!"

The final scene of the Executor's life froze on this moment.

On one side, the younger brother was excited like a child, critiquing his own "main course."

On the other side, his older brother Wang Zhize's eyes were so calm they showed no ripple, staring coldly as if observing experimental data rather than a life ending.

Dining table...

So this really is a dining table.

And I am that meticulously cooked, plated, and finally devoured... feast.

"Roar—!"

A howl brimming with endless resentment and terror burst from his withered throat, but the moment it exited it turned into pure energy and was swallowed whole by the terrifying black hole.

The Executor's body, together with his final consciousness, completely transformed into a dazzling torrent of energy, which Wang Zhitao gulped down in one gulp.

No flesh flew, no debris remained.

He was "eaten" cleanly.

"Huh... so full."

Wang Zhitao patted his belly, a never‑before‑seen satisfaction spreading across his face.

He could feel the black‑gold runes inside his body, as if drunk, merrily wandering; each circulation caused a strange transformation in his body.

It seemed something deeper was awakening, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Just like after a big meal one gets sleepy, he now only wanted to find a place to lie down and get a good sleep.

However, while Wang Zhitao was sated, Wang Zhize seemed to have been force‑fed an entire ocean of information.

At the exact moment the Executor was completely devoured, a memory torrent of unimaginable magnitude, laced with chaotic Nascent Soul‑stage law insights, violently surged into his spirit.

"Um..."

Wang Zhize's complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, fine cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The feeling was as if someone shredded every page of an entire library and blasted them into his brain with a high‑pressure water jet.

Countless fragmented images, cacophonous sounds, chaotic emotions, unfamiliar insights... assaulted his consciousness wildly.

"Bro? What's wrong with you? Did you get a stomach ache too?" Wang Zhitao leaned over, worried at his brother's condition.

"It's nothing..." Wang Zhize waved his hand, enduring the excruciating pain of his spirit being torn, focusing all his mind to frantically sift and organize the information junkyard.

He must be quick!

Within these memory fragments lie what they need most!

Soon, amid a heap of useless daily trivialities and cultivation insights, he captured several key words.

"Shadow..."

"Imperial Dynasty..."

"Lord..."

He saw a vague silhouette, seated high above the nine heavens, overlooking all beings.

He saw the strict hierarchy of the "Shadow" organization; the Executor was merely one of the components that could be removed at any time from this massive dark‑sector machine.

They were not the only dark sector; above them seemed to loom an even older, larger shadow.

And that so‑called "Lord", what was his plan? The memory became utterly vague here, as if shrouded by a higher‑level permission fog, even the Executor himself knew nothing.

But Wang Zhize still captured something extremely important.

A communication rune hidden deep within the Executor's spirit, used for emergency contact.

This rune, at the moment the Executor descended upon the proto Divine Kingdom, had already been completely isolated, unable to transmit any information.

Now it lay quietly in Wang Zhize's "spoils," like a timer that could explode at any moment.

Destroy it?

No.

A thought flashed through Wang Zhize's mind.

Keeping this thing might be more useful than destroying it.

A perfect... bait.

While Wang Zhize sorted the intel, the space beneath their feet was undergoing earth‑shattering changes.

Swallowing a complete Nascent Soul cultivator was, for this newborn "proto Divine Kingdom," equivalent to ingesting a massive tonic.

The earth grew heavier, the sky stretched farther, and the laws flowing in the air gained an indescribable vitality.

The whole world seemed to whisper in satisfied tones.

"Bro, you look terrible," Wang Zhitao said, scratching his head at his brother, "Why don't you spit some out? I could have another bite."

Wang Zhize heard it, almost lost his breath, and, half laughing and half crying, glared at his younger brother.

"The things I'm digesting are different from what you eat," he recovered his strength, and a faint smile appeared on his pallid face, "This feast is not bad."

"Of course! The main course is already impressive!" Wang Zhitao proudly puffed out his chest.

"No." Wang Zhize shook his head, his gaze deepening, "At most, this can only be considered an appetizer."

He looked up, his eyes seeming to pierce the barriers of space, gazing into the endless void.

"The real main course is still ahead."

As soon as the words fell, an anomaly abruptly arose.

A breath completely different from before seeped in from the Outside World without any warning.

If the Nascent Soul executor's aura is violent and destructive, like a sandstorm that sweeps everything away.

Then the aura descending now is cold and eerie, bearing a pure, concept‑targeted malice.

Like an invisible, toxin‑coated scalpel, it precisely seeks the world's weak points, attempting to dissect them from the root of the laws…

Not just one!

It's three!

Three powerful, pure yet independently cold energy entities are, at an astonishing speed, surrounding the entire Divine Realm from three different directions.

Their aura is far more dangerous than that noisy Nascent Soul executor just now!

Wang Zhize's pupils narrowed slightly.

From those tangled memory fragments, he identified the source of this aura.

"'Disaster'-grade Shadow Guard…"

He muttered softly, his voice revealing neither excitement nor solemnity.

"Finally arrived."