Chapter 347: Lord of Bygone Days, a True Immortal?

"D-Damn it! How did those guys get over here?!"

High in the sky, sitting atop the head of a Mechanical War Beast, watching this scene leisurely through a light screen and occasionally issuing orders to the fleet in Xingkong, Zi Da was startled. He abruptly stood up from the beast's head and cried out in alarm.

At the moment of his cry, the powerful Mechanical War Beast beneath his feet—its electronic-like eyes seemed to flash for an instant, though it might have been merely an illusion.

Zi Da seemed to sense something and glanced down at his feet, then stomped heavily on the top of the war beast's head. With a crisp chime, he shut off the light screen. His face was extremely ugly as he stared at the center of the dust at the spot where the comet had fallen, shown previously on the light screen. "When on earth did those guys get together?"

"Things have gotten a bit troublesome. That Desolate God isn't something I can control. Looks like I can only report it. Fortunately, the fleet is ready; it should be able to capture its main body."

"Those useless things, don't let me down."

As his words fell, Zi Da merged back into the war beast. Surging flames of energy erupted forth as he flew off in a certain direction.

……

At this moment, as the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, a giant tiger-like Desolate Beast appeared before everyone's eyes. Its entire body gleamed with silver light, its four claws were extraordinarily massive and exaggerated, and on the engine-like structures at its joints, strands of crimson current-like energy continuously leapt about, emitting an incomparably powerful aura, as if it could pierce through anything.

On this chaotic battlefield, an unbelievable cleanliness was actually maintained around it!

Yes, cleanliness!

Whether it was the Grey Mist toxic to life, or smoke and dust, or air currents and so on, none could approach it even slightly, as if a three-dimensional circular shield were guarding it!

The tiger beast lightly turned, its blue-glowing eyes glanced toward the direction of the giant city, seeming to gaze at that Bi'an with dragon horns, or perhaps to scrutinize it.

The next moment, it suddenly turned its head and moved!

"Screech——!!"

"Roar!!!"

Amidst a metallic bird cry that could pierce gold and split stone, the sound of violent air currents being sucked in rang out—that was the sound of the engine-like structures on its four claws operating at high speed. This terrifying amount of suction nearly turned the surrounding air into a vacuum. The Storm Bird, which had just barely recovered its posture, didn't even have time to finish its angry cry before, midway through, its wings folded as if struck by some heavy blow, turning into a wail of misery.

Its massive, heavy body lost balance and was sent flying high. Before it could land, it was bizarrely knocked flying to the left; yet before it could fly leftward, its body folded again and flew to the right, then downward……

One after another, sounds like blacksmithing rang out continuously, and at this moment they actually took on a peculiar rhythm, like a moving musical piece!

"Wh-what is happening?"

"What on earth happened? Where did that being that just descended go?"

"What's wrong with that Storm Bird?"

"It's flying! It's flying!"

"M-Monster!"

"It seems like there's an invisible monster attacking nonstop! The Grey Mist has dispersed?"

In the giant city, someone cried out in alarm. With their eyesight, they couldn't see clearly what had happened at all. They could only hear a sonic boom, and then they saw that the mysterious Desolate God that had just descended was nowhere to be seen. In its place was the Storm Bird that had just been throwing its weight around, accompanied by strange rhythmic sounds, twitching and contorting its body bizarrely in the air as if having a fit.

At this moment, on the entire battlefield, perhaps only Baichuan and those two parties involved knew clearly what had happened.

This being that had just descended—strong! Extremely strong!

Others might not be able to see clearly what happened, but in his line of sight, he could see vacuum channels like passages weaving across the entire battlefield like a spider's web. Among them, a powerful Desolate Beast with engine-like structures on its four claws moved through them at speeds invisible to the naked eye, each pass creating a terrifying vacuum channel. It was toying with that Storm Bird! Like batting a volleyball!

The strength of that Desolate Beast was such that even the mere powerful wind pressure from its passing directly sent numerous soldiers on the entire battlefield flying up continuously. And as it passed, that troublesome Grey Mist was actually torn apart and vanished!

Is this what a Desolate God is?

Watching the powerful Desolate God run rampant, Baichuan murmured inwardly.

It seemed he wouldn't need to make a move.

Thinking this, an explosion suddenly rang out.

It was the Storm Bird, which had been toyed with all this time, finally reacting. Its two wings folded together, and thick grey mist continuously spewed forth, then transformed into invisible pale cyan raging winds. This wind began to constantly form barriers swirling around it, its color growing ever denser. At first it was merely pale cyan, but later it completely transformed into a raging wind nearly substantial in cyan. The next moment, the wind burst forth!

Its massive wings, like wings that could blot out the sky, shook violently. Immediately, countless incomparably sharp and indestructible flying feathers shot forth from them, like a terrifying storm, attacking toward that Desolate God.

Invisible wind pillars were born following the flying feathers!

They actually transformed into a flying-feather storm between heaven and earth! The powerful storm carried a suffocating suction that swallowed and swept in all directions. The earth shattered, and massive amounts of dirt, rocks, and trees continuously flew up, getting swept into the storm and ground to pieces.

"Filthy aura!"

"Thy bloodline is weeping!"

Facing this scene, that tiger-shaped Desolate God leapt nimbly, dodging the clustered flying feathers, and spoke for the first time. Its tone carried undisguised disgust, as well as a trace of sorrow, seemingly mourning for that Storm Bird.

Yet the next second, its face became stern, and a sacred quality entered its voice:

"Let me bring thee purification!"

As the words fell, an even louder engine sound rang out!

Mixed with a powerful electric current sound like ten thousand birds crying in unison, the air at this moment completely vanished from this place!

All movement quieted down because it had lost its medium of transmission!

Even that massive wind pillar that seemed to connect heaven and earth paled in comparison. The Storm Bird vaguely sensed something was wrong and seemed about to flee in terror, but it was too late!

The next instant, that Desolate God's eyes suddenly lit up, and a terrifying roar rang out:

"Roar——!!!"

An astonishing massive airflow instantly Burst forth from its mouth, carrying a tremendous roar that could make heaven and earth lose their color, actually distorting in the void to form a transparent tiger head with bared fangs roaring!

The transparent air tiger head advanced forward with an unstoppable momentum, seemingly slow yet actually fast, crushing everything in the world inch by inch.

In an instant, the wind pillar snapped in half and instantly collapsed and perished. That previously majestic Storm Bird actually froze in mid-air, and after several breaths, directly shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of fragments!

Besides this, the entire battlefield was completely emptied. A circular indentation of unimaginable scale stretched continuously from the horizon, with nothing else remaining!

Looking from afar, this place was like a sweet cake, with a scoop taken out by someone!

Hard to imagine, this was Desolate Gold, one of the ten hardest metals in the universe! Just shattered like that!

Throughout this entire process, Baichuan, who should have been one of the main characters of this battle, had actually been reduced to a spectator.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to have actually been protected? That Desolate God didn't need him to act at all, directly achieving victory with an overwhelming momentum.

But what was the reason for the other party doing this?

He certainly didn't remember ever knowing such a Desolate Beast.

Watching the tiger-shaped Desolate God retract all its aura and slowly approach with a friendly attitude, Baichuan's thoughts raced, but he did not let down a single thread of vigilance.

A great enemy! An absolute great enemy!

"Honored outsider, do not be nervous, I bear no ill will."

Seeing this, that wild god stopped its steps, spoke with a gentle expression, and even withdrew the energy leaping on its four limbs to show its sincerity.

"Oh? Is that so. What have you come for?"

Baichuan asked noncommittally.

In fact, even now he had not determined which force had previously targeted and attacked him — whether it was a local force of this world, the Spirit Clan, or some other hidden mysterious force.

Of course, among them Baichuan leaned more toward the Spirit Clan, after all that Chuixing Pao he had fired earlier was so conspicuous — as the true master of this world, how could they possibly not know.

But, if it really was as he guessed, then which force did this visitor belong to? A wild beast among the tribes dissatisfied with being exploited and oppressed by the Spirit Clan?

But in that case, why would the other party say that the aura of the Storm Bird was filthy, that its bloodline was weeping? Because it had defected?

The more he thought, the more Baichuan found his doubts multiplying — this world was like a tangled ball of yarn, a complete mess, and he had the somewhat unfortunate luck of being caught up in it.

"I follow my lord's will, having come specifically to seek you."

"My lord has long awaited you; all your questions lie within."

While Baichuan was thinking, the tiger-shaped wild god did not dawdle with pleasantries, and directly stated its purpose candidly.

As the words fell, a seed radiating a rich, fresh breath of life slowly emerged from the crystal plate on its forehead, hovering in mid-air.

Instantly a strange fragrance spread forth from within; with just one sniff, Baichuan felt his consciousness clear considerably, the vitality of his body increase by a trace, and his energy rising ceaselessly.

Without a doubt, this seed must be a good thing.

But Baichuan did not speak, merely swept a glance over it, then stared motionlessly at the tiger-shaped wild god, as if waiting for its explanation.

Although his intuition told Baichuan this seed was a good thing, who knew whether it might be a sugar-coated bullet, a poison wrapped in frosting. After all, there is no such thing as a free pie falling from the sky in this world — the other party had come uninvited, used the resolution of a Tier 5 wild beast as a greeting gift, and was now bestowing a treasure; if there were nothing they sought, that would be a joke.

Not to mention Baichuan — even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that.

Sometimes, ah, the things that are free are the most expensive.

Baichuan even had a trace of suspicion that the other party was putting on an act, deliberately finding a powerful wild beast to manufacture a crisis, then coming to his rescue.

So he was not flustered at all; judging from the other party's current attitude, it was clearly the other party who needed something from him, so if he didn't seize this opportunity to glean more information, that would be the height of folly.

The tiger-shaped wild god was helpless; faced with this slippery, impenetrable old hand like Baichuan, it could only let out a long sigh — clearly the other party wasn't even that strong, and its bloodline was still poisoned by the grey mist, so why did my lord value such a weakling so highly?

Any ordinary person who got such an opportunity would have been so excited they wouldn't know north from south.

He couldn't figure it out, but his lord's command was still vivid in his mind — clearly a very important matter; if he couldn't complete it, how could he go back to report?

Sigh, in the end it was they who had fallen on hard times.

"This item is my lord's Spirit Seed; it can allow you to communicate with my lord, and can also dissolve the poison in your bloodline."

"Who is your lord? Poison in the bloodline?"

Baichuan's gaze shifted as he seized on the key point and asked.

The tiger-shaped wild god was silent for a while, with a trace of forlorn bitterness, and only spoke after a long pause:

"Once, the master of this world…"

"Your bloodline has been tainted by that one's Grey Mist poison; it is no longer pure."

At these words, Baichuan narrowed his eyes, his face betraying nothing while his heart was shaken.

Once, the World Lord.

This sentence was already very clear; the information revealed within was already enough! More than enough that he couldn't even bother with the latter half — after all, this body of his was merely a clone that wouldn't affect his true self in the slightest, the kind that could be lost without consequence.

This world originally did not belong to the Spirit Clan, but was seized by them.

And one who could be called the master of a world — the master of this vast and powerful world beneath his feet — combined with the predicament he had encountered in this world, the other party was most likely at the True Immortal realm!

Even if not, they were an existence extremely close to True Immortal; yet even such a powerful being had fallen beneath the iron hooves of the Spirit Clan — so just how powerful was the Spirit Clan?

Also True Immortal?

Or even an existence above that?

Then what realm would that be?

But why would such an existence seek out a small shrimp like him who hadn't even reached True Immortal? And it seemed they even had a request of him?

At this moment, Baichuan was clear — regardless, he had to accept the seed the other party offered.

It turned out he had unknowingly long since entered the eyes of a True Immortal realm being; realizing this, Baichuan immediately controlled his true self to summon the Ancient Bell, ready at any moment to activate the Ancient Bell's power should anything go wrong.

As for fighting or retreating, that would come later.

Then he continued to speak: "That one? Who is it? A True Immortal of the Spirit Clan?"

This question was not only to inquire about the hidden existence behind the Spirit Clan, but also to secretly draw out the other party's words and confirm whether they were truly at the True Immortal realm.

After all, everything before was still just his guess; whether it was truly a Planet True Immortal was still unknown.

However, the next moment he knew.

The tiger-shaped wild god glanced at Baichuan, shook its head, "Such an existence is not for us to discuss; all I know has been told to you."

Having said that, it spoke no more.

Baichuan could only give up — this fellow had clearly been thoroughly squeezed dry by him.

It seemed he could only personally communicate with that former World Lord.

A True Immortal realm existence — this was not only a risk, but also an opportunity.

Baichuan had never forgotten what his greatest strength was — the Ability Panel!

As long as he could successfully scan it, then he could successfully enter that realm!

When the time came, even if this clone of his was destroyed it wouldn't matter; in fact, this clone of his had harbored this intention from the start — although it couldn't evolve, there was never any rule that it couldn't scan; it was just that after scanning, his Consciousness Projection would need to carry the scanned model back to view it.

Thinking of this, Baichuan directly accepted that seed, watching the other party depart.

Finally, the other party also gave him a friendly reminder — the appearance of the old-era wild god inevitably meant he too was regarded as one of their lot by the Spirit Clan; regardless of what trump cards he had, he had to make plans early.

At this, Baichuan merely gave a light laugh — from the very beginning, there had never been any possibility of reconciliation between him and the Spirit Clan.

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(End of chapter)