Chapter 467

Blue Star, Blue Star

"Senior Elders, we may return now."

Zhang Heng and Chu Lingyun took their leave from the others; along the way, they had learned some things about the Cycle Space.

Although they did not know, those pieces of information were merely patchwork basics assembled by Su Lin and the others, since Su Lin and his group were also on their first mission.

"After returning, there's a feature in your personal options to add contacts—feel free to reach out if anything comes up," Su Lin said.

These two Cycle Walkers aren't bad; they make good reference points for Cycle Walkers entering the Cycle Space through normal channels. Maintaining contact might let us gather useful information from them later.

Zhang Heng and Chu Lingyun's eyes lit up with delight; they nodded slightly, then selected return.

Their figures vanished into thin air, leaving no trace, no detectable energy— the marks left on them were also erased entirely.

That was expected; their current level still pales in comparison to the Cycle Space.

"My Cycle Space works the same way," Meng Qi rubbed his head and said:

"It's a relief that Cycle Walkers don't have to worry about carrying cross-world assassination tags or tracking marks upon return."

If you've completed the mission and still get tagged with extra junk, that'd be way too extreme.

"Next, to Yingjian Chou?"

"Yes, Yingjian Chou. Lu Mingfei, hurry over and transform into your dragon form and wait for me," Su Lin said.

Lu Mingfei blurted out his usual nonsense: "Dragon form? I thought there wasn't even a furniture store here…"

As the group departed and their voices faded, the space above where Zhang Heng and Chu Lingyun had vanished twisted slightly—a handprint grasped at empty air.

The Destiny Devourer, stuck in delayed state, was furious—it had been so close to completing that damned contract.

He was now like a bird startled by the sound of a bowstring, forced into a special state to avoid the young Daoist; encountering a great being of this caliber reincarnated demanded extreme caution.

No choice…

The two weakest Cycle Walkers have returned; now the target must shift to others.

For example, that brat wearing the copper coin mask.

"Wujing! Come drink the Awakening Tea."

Li Huowang was scrubbing a silver coin he'd picked up earlier, feeling it was just an utterly ordinary silver coin—probably dropped by Zhang Heng or Chu Lingyun.

Even with his poor history grades, he knew the Tang Dynasty never had such currency; it was clearly something from Europe.

"Coming, Master."

Li Huowang shook off the water droplets and casually tossed the silver coin into the river. The gurgling water drowned out all sound; a splash rose, quickly stirring up a small clump of silt from the clear riverbed.

Once the silt settled again, the Destiny Devourer, following the other silver coin in Ya's hand, erupted in furious curses, venting his emotions:

"What the hell is that cursed thing?! You told me to provoke that cursed thing?!"

"I should've devoured you all back then! And used your bodies to work as courtesans! Fuck your mother!!!"

The other side tucked away the coin; unable to vent his rage, the Destiny Devourer swallowed a raw fish and swam toward the Cycle Walker team gathered around the fire, brewing tea.

This is too bizarre—what the hell is that red-robed Wujing?

After he picked up the medium I'd formed, I lost all consciousness until just now—during that time,

I actually believed I was just an ordinary silver coin, incapable of thought.

If he'd kept holding me, would I have never woken up again?!

Damn it—if I hadn't found that two-way plugin guy's past life disgusting, we would've devoured him the moment our team entered his world's instance.

As he swam, the Destiny Devourer suddenly felt something wrong— as a fish, it began to feel fear, as if some terrifying sovereign had awakened, triggering instinctive reverence even in mindless creatures.

Glub glub glub—

In the instant several bubbles rose to the surface,

A deafening crack split the gorge—a black dragon burst forth, churning waves and leaping over the cliff!

"Black King's move was brilliant."

"Spray water, Dragon King, spray faster!"

"Where's your line? 'When I return to this world, all traitors shall die!'"

"I wonder how it tastes…"

Wait, your team really has a dragon?!

Flung into the air by the waves, the Destiny Devourer flapped its fish tail in freefall—but dared not reveal its true form because Meng Qi was below.

For a normal Cycle Walker, it wouldn't matter—but that world-ending demonic Buddha, radiating sinister demonic energy, had left deep psychological trauma in him, especially when that hand reached for him, as if capable of bringing madness and destruction to countless universes.

His vast knowledge and judgment, gained from devouring countless beings, allowed him to be certain: that demonic Buddha's target was him. If crossed through the cosmic abyss, and caught, he'd almost certainly become the vessel for its return.

And this reincarnation body is insane—cutting through my past self with a single sword. There must be more secrets.

Lu Mingfei dispelled his transformation, picked up his deck of playing cards, and said: "You didn't cheat, did you?"

"How could we, my friend?" Kleine said:

"It's just entertainment—who'd cheat?"

Luck being this good can't be called cheating—it's fate.

"Amitabha, these fish can be made into grilled fish," Su Lin, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, gathered up the drowned fish.

He slit their bellies open with merit, rubbed them with spices, roasted them over flame, then sprinkled Awakening Tea powder and ten-thousand-year spirit-fruit sauce, skewered them on bamboo sticks of heavenly thunder bamboo—next to him, Shi Hao was nearly crying from hunger.

"Here, try my cooking."

Everyone was happy—except the Destiny Devourer. He'd replaced animals before, but being eaten as food? This was his first time.

Utter humiliation! A stain of raw fish!

Wait—you ate me? I'll get revenge on your lovers and loved ones! I'll rewrite your past!

"Not bad. Crispy and tingly," Shi Hao chewed two bites.

"You ate the thunder bamboo stick—of course it's tingly," Su Lin's lip twitched. "Bajie, has your appetite been unusually large lately?"

"In Zhu Bajie's legacy, there is a technique that absorbs the spiritual essence of food completely through eating—even non-food items like spirit stones can be gnawed." Shi Hao said.

Otherwise, why has his mouth been moving nonstop this whole time? This eating-based cultivation method suits him perfectly.

"Eat, eat—you eat me, and it's the same as me eating myself."

Before the Fate Devourer's eyes, countless images flickered—beautiful faces flashed past, and his gloomy mood subtly lifted.

"So he knows this many beautiful women?! Good looks really are an advantage—now they're all mine."

The moment this thought arose, he crashed violently into a thick wall, unable to continue tracing back along this person's timeline.

"Who dares call themselves invincible? Who dares claim never to fall? Even in the Age of the Fallen Emperors, none were seen!"

A massive cauldron hovered through the air, countless great stars revolving within it, pouring down overwhelming pressure.

A majestic figure loomed, a nine-tiered ancient tower suspended above his head, its surface entwined with the aura of time, as if the river of history surged forth, filling heaven and earth.

The handsome man's black hair streamed wildly, his divine eyes flashing like lightning; together with the other two, he raised his hand and struck toward the being holding the golden ancient spear.

A slash of brilliant light severed the laws of all realms, cleaving through the patterns of the Dao.

A spear thrust shattered heaven and earth; the void emitted a terrible wail.

Millions of soldiers gazed upward from the torn earth; countless terrifying patterns blocked the battle's residual waves, yet these three mighty beings seemed to exist simultaneously in past, present, and future, merging and battling the man wielding the golden ancient spear.

The river of time was utterly chaotic, surging into monstrous waves—could these four mighty ones really have caused such commotion?!

The Fate Devourer was stunned, for he realized one of the men was unmistakably his target.

"Crow!!!"

Is this what you call gathering intelligence? Are your Reincarnation squad members brain-dead?!

At this level, even his true body would perish here—this is a tier capable of perceiving changes in the flow of time and history!

If I advance any further, I'll surely be detected by his peak self from the past.

He swiftly retreated, clinging to the trail of history, delaying his return to the campfire until after everyone had left—something only possible after entering another's destiny.

"No good. This scripture-seeking team has problems."

Once could be coincidence, but twice, thrice—if I still don't understand, then it's my brain that's broken."

Before the threat of death, any desire can be suppressed.

If you don't lift the pact, you won't learn a thing about this Reincarnation squad—I'll wait for you to go die.

Think for a moment—Tang Seng is definitely suspicious. Anyone who can be the master of these three disciples can't be normal. If I set my sights on Tang Seng, I'm asking for death.

Thinking of this, he trembled all over, for his original target had been Tang Sanzang—and he had even provoked the man.

The dragon-horse must not be touched; the two attendants are the only ones left. Those who serve in this team probably aren't dangerous.

Besides, he didn't believe the entire team consisted of such beings.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Shangdi."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Crow frowned, tucked away the silver coin of the now-insane Fate Devourer, and turned his gaze to the Abyss Demon Gate before him.

The emblem carved upon it belonged to Count Chimoke—exclusive to demons who held noble rank.

A count is a demon who possesses an independent realm in the Abyss as his base.

In the Reincarnation space, many Reincarnators, before entering, faced selection mechanisms carried out by demons of the lowest noble rank up to counts—but counts cannot directly interfere; they can only exert influence within fixed rules.

Of course, he'd only heard this from teammates, since his native world had encountered only urban legends.

The relationship between Reincarnators and Abyss Demons is delicate: they are enemies, yet sometimes can exploit each other.

Like now.

Living beings and demonic creatures placed around the altar gradually had their essences drained; their wailing spiritual shadows were forcibly ripped out, flesh and skin withering until only piles of powder remained.

The demonic immortal flesh and soul at the center were shattered by an invisible force; the stench of rusted blood filled the air, gradually forming a crimson miniature whirlwind.

Crow squinted—if not for the squad leader being overwhelmed in the Underworld and the Lingshan side having sealed itself off, he truly wouldn't want to face these demons alone.

Still, there was no need to fear.

He touched the dagger at his waist, slightly drawing the hilt; peach-pink mist spread, revealing a vision of a paradise beyond the world.

Swish—the dagger slid back into its sheath.

The slowly opening Abyss Demon Gate emitted none of its usual corrupt aura—instead, it felt utterly serene?

Crow and the surrounding Reincarnator squad widened their eyes as dozens of knights, drenched in pure holy light and wearing black helmets with horns, stepped out from within the gate.

"Did you grab the wrong token?" Li Hantian whispered to Crow, his eyes filled with confusion.

The knights parted, and a being bathed in sacred flame stepped forward. He spoke in demonic tongue, glanced at Crow, then switched to human speech:

"Human, the offerings this time are of decent quality—they'll allow my true body and twenty knights to enter."

Merely the sound of his voice dropped the temperature of the entire space; frost formed and cracked upon the surrounding Buddha statues.

"Count Chimoke?" Li Hantian asked.

Count Chimoke snapped his fingers, extinguishing the holy flame, revealing his rotting flesh glowing with dim radiance.

"Blood food," he commanded.

Li Hantian produced the two arhat relics Crow had provided; Count Chimoke cast a single glance—and the two golden arhat bodies instantly turned to frost, sucked into his mouth and nose.

Nourished by the blood food, his flesh and skin gradually regenerated, transforming him into a blue-skinned demon with human limbs and a goat's head.

"Were you just fighting?" Li Hantian asked.

"Use proper address. Don't think your current power grants you equality with me," Count Chimoke's voice held no anger, only the cold, rigid dignity of an ancient noble:

"A count somewhere picked up a strange kind of light, turning his entire domain into a blinding lake of holy radiance."

"All demons within that domain were transformed into revolting light-elemental beings—even that count himself mutated upon his demonic throne, attempting to spread the power called 'holy light' into surrounding worlds."

"I just joined other counts in defeating them; that explosion put at least five counts into slumber, awaiting resurrection."

"Light? Are you and these demons afraid of light?" Li Hantian asked.

"That kind of light is troublesome," Count Chimoke said. "Two blood offerings, two questions. Your questions are finished."

"According to the contract, you provide blood offerings to feed me and my guard troops, while I"

"will gain the right to exploit this world after killing your enemies."

(End of Chapter)