Chapter 223: Wang Zuo Seed

"You don't need to blame yourself, Holy Plate."

Her voice was like the singing of a lark, beautiful enough to make one forget all pain: "The real game has just begun."

Mr. Holy Plate looked at the three Supreme Apostles in confusion, not understanding their true intention in summoning him at this moment.

Na Si's nebula-like body floated forward slowly, and the heart in the center beat violently a few times.

"The timeline has appeared, and the node of fate is about to arrive."

His voice was like hard objects colliding, stinging Mr. Holy Plate's eardrums:

"That human named Luo En La Er Fu, his soul possesses unimaginable potential."

Just at this moment, the "Void Spider's" threads suddenly extended forward, weaving into a complex rune in mid-air.

The rune rotated, twisted, and finally extracted a blood-red bead the size of a fist.

The blood bead floated slowly in front of Mr. Holy Plate, exuding heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

"This is the Wang Zuo Seed." Ma Genusi announced calmly:

"I personally injected a trace of Apostle-level power into it; after activation, it can temporarily enhance your abilities, allowing you to possess power close to a Dark Sun-level wizard in a short time."

Mr. Holy Plate looked at the floating bead in front of him in shock, unable to believe his ears.

Wang Zuo Seed—this is the most precious gift, usually only bestowed upon those viewed as potential successors.

"I... I am not worthy..." He stammered, the deformed half of his face twitching violently.

"Do you think this is for a lowly crawler like you?"

Yi Sha Bei La said mockingly, a hint of contempt appearing on her beautiful half-face:

"You are just a tool, a messenger. The true target of the seed is Luo En La Er Fu."

Na Si's heart beat frequency accelerated, and the surrounding starlight flickered accordingly.

"Give the seed to Luo En La Er Fu." He ordered:

"If there is an opportunity, induce him to perform the awakening ritual. But don't force it; the seed has its own guiding power."

Mr. Holy Plate reached out trembling and took the blood-red bead.

The surface of the sphere was warm like blood, and countless tiny lives seemed to be swimming inside; the touch was both nauseating and fascinating.

"I understand, Your Majesties." He said in a low voice: "I will do my best to complete the mission."

The nine eyes on Ma Genusi's mask flickered simultaneously, and those spreading threads began to retract around the mask.

"Now, accept my blessing."

His voice echoed in Mr. Holy Plate's mind: "This will allow you to possess enough power to pass through the plane barrier and return to the surface world."

Slender black threads separated from Ma Genusi's body, piercing into Mr. Holy Plate's chest like lightning.

An indescribable energy immediately surged into his whole body, igniting every cell, every nerve, and every inch of soul.

Mr. Holy Plate let out a shrill scream and fell to his knees.

His body began to swell and twist, and the deformed parts grew wildly, soon covering more than half of his body.

Those bone blades that originally only existed on the right side pierced out from all over his body, and the black runes under the skin came alive, squirming in the body like countless tiny snakes.

The most terrifying thing was his face—the left half that originally maintained a human form also began to melt, turning into a mass of squirming flesh, covered with various sensory organs.

The mouth split into three petals, each covered with sharp teeth;

the nose disappeared, replaced by rows of tiny breathing holes;

the eyes changed from one to seven, of different sizes and arranged in disorder.

The pain lasted for about a minute; when the energy injection was completed, Mr. Holy Plate had completely turned into a monster.

He stood up, his height at least doubled compared to before, and his whole body exuded suffocating pressure.

Although his appearance had completely deformed, his consciousness was clearer than before.

That power like a monstrous wave surged in his body, almost suffocating him.

"This is the power of an Apostle..."

His voice became hoarse and distorted, every syllable carrying obvious echoes: "Too... too powerful..."

The nine eyes on Ma Genusi's mask flickered in turn, as if confirming Mr. Holy Plate's state.

"Power is only temporary; it only takes effect when you activate it."

He said calmly: "And even with this power, you are still unlikely to be a match for a true Dark Sun wizard."

A sneer appeared on Yi Sha Bei La's beautiful half-face.

"Don't be blinded by power, Holy Plate." She warned softly:

"At your current level, you are still like an ant in front of true powerhouses. Be cautious and complete the mission."

Na Si's nebula body began to expand, gradually covering the entire space.

"Time has come, fate is set." His voice came from all directions:

"Go, Holy Plate, complete your mission and become a stepping stone for the throne."

Mr. Holy Plate lowered his head deeply, indicating submission.

He carefully put the Wang Zuo Seed into a special pouch in his body, then stood up, waiting for instructions to leave.

Ma Genusi's threads extended again, cutting a crack in the air.

Faint light flickered in the crack; that was the passage to the surface world.

"Go." Ma Genusi ordered briefly.

Mr. Holy Plate didn't hesitate at all, immediately stepped into the crack, and disappeared into the darkness.

After the crack closed, the three Supreme Apostles remained in place, as if thinking about something important.

A hint of doubt appeared on Yi Sha Bei La's beautiful half-face.

"Ma Genusi, sending Holy Plate over to bestow the Wang Zuo Seed is completely a waste of effort."

Her tone carried obvious dissatisfaction:

"The Wang Zuo Seed you consumed your own power to extract from there, plus the seeds generated by other apostles consuming a large amount of power.

Hundreds have been scattered over these thousands of years, but not even a few have become ordinary apostles, let alone higher-level existences capable of becoming our companions."

Na Si's nebula body fluctuated slightly, and the eyes around the heart flickered with complex light.

"I also agree with Yi Sha Bei La's point of view."

His voice was extremely harsh and unpleasant, mixed with the sizzling sound of electric current passing through:

"The timeline shows that the probability of success is still slim. Why invest so much energy in this human?"

Ma Genusi paused for a moment, and the black threads forming his body trembled slightly.

"You are right." He finally spoke, his voice calm as usual:

"But this time is different; I injected a large part of pure energy to draw out this seed, not just to try it out, but because I have high hopes for that Luo En."

The nine eyes on the mask flickered simultaneously, exuding a deep light.

"After all, even using my core ability, I cannot observe Luo En's fate trajectory at all."

This sentence exploded in the space like a bomb.

Yi Sha Bei La and Na Si were both obviously extremely surprised; the former lost her usual composure on half her face, and the latter's nebula body fluctuated violently, almost scattering.

"This... how is this possible?" Yi Sha Bei La asked in surprise:

"Your 'threads' can see through the past and future, and even the trajectories of existences at the Wizard King level can be observed, how can you not see the fate of an ordinary human?"

Na Si's heart beat frequency accelerated suddenly, and the surrounding eyes turned wildly, as if calculating various possibilities.

"There are only two explanations." His voice carried rare shock:

"Either there is a powerful existence behind this person capable of interfering with or even shielding your ability..."

"Or he possesses some kind of special talent that transcends conventional cognition."

Ma Genusi took over the conversation, the nine eyes on the mask flickering in turn: "Or both."

Silence shrouded the entire space.

The Supreme Apostles rarely have such moments of surprise; after all, in the long years, they have witnessed almost all possible miracles and mutations.

"If... if he really has that kind of potential..." Yi Sha Bei La's voice carried a hint of imperceptible expectation:

"Perhaps we can finally find the successor to the fourteenth throne?"

Ma Genusi's thread body expanded slightly, and the nine eyes on the mask lit up simultaneously, exuding blinding light.

"This is why I am willing to invest so much energy."

His voice remained calm, but the power contained within it made the entire space tremble:

"Since the thirteen of us formed in the Third Era, the fourteenth throne has been vacant. Perhaps, the long-awaited successor has finally appeared."

Na Si's nebula body began to rotate slowly, and the heart covered with eyes beat violently.

Yi Sha Bei La gently stroked her half-perfect face, and her fingertips drew an imperceptible pattern.

"I still remember how I became like this."

Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia, and a hint of undisguised resentment:

"Originally I was just a Morning Star-level wizard with decent talent, exploring the abyss because I sought a higher realm, eventually seduced by the seed, and chose the path of awakening."

Ma Genusi didn't say much, his thread body fluctuated slightly, as if sighing.

"This is why we need more of our kind."

He said calmly, his voice without any guilt or remorse:

"We were each geniuses of the surface world, all with the potential to reach Dark Sun wizards and even higher levels. But we were all seduced here, trapped in this prison of the abyss."

Na Si's nebula body expanded, covering the surrounding space.

Na Si's nebula-like body trembled violently, and the eyes around the heart turned uneasily.

"It is waking up."

Na Si said in a low voice, his voice full of extreme fear:

"I can feel it, not just us, all the apostles can feel it—the Great Abyss itself is waking up."

"Every new apostle is a new cell, a new anchor point for this huge life form of the abyss."

His voice came from all directions:

"The constraints we feel are actually its control and absorption of us. The more it wakes up, the more restricted we are."

"And what we can do is create more of our kind."

Ma Genusi added, his voice carrying a kind of indescribable distorted pleasure:

"Those geniuses with the potential to become Great Wizards and even Wizard Kings, those potential enemies who might threaten it, are seduced here one by one, transformed into its nutrients and servants."

Yi Sha Bei La let out a shrill laugh, her half-perfect face twisted into a terrifying expression.

"How ironic, those existences most likely to challenge it eventually became its most loyal servants."

She said softly, her silver eyes flickering with crazy light:

"And we, these so-called Supreme Apostles, are nothing more than higher-level prison guards."

Ma Genusi didn't refute, the nine eyes on the mask flickered in turn, as if thinking about something.

"But... the fourteenth throne."

He finally said, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible hope: "Perhaps it is the key to our breakthrough."

Yi Sha Bei La and Na Si were silent simultaneously, obviously shocked by this idea.

"You mean this time we are not trying to create a new prisoner, but..."

Yi Sha Bei La's voice became trembling, her body covered with scales glowing slightly: "A breaker?"

Ma Genusi's thread body expanded, and the nine eyes on the mask lit up simultaneously, blindingly bright.

"I don't know." He said honestly, his voice containing both reason and madness:

"But Luo En La Er Fu's fate line is completely invisible to me, which in itself is an unprecedented miracle. Perhaps he will become the fourteenth Supreme Apostle, perhaps..."

He didn't finish, but the other two apostles obviously understood what he meant.

"Since ancient times, all Wang Zuo Seeds have been to seduce those geniuses into falling into the abyss,"

Na Si's nebula-like body gathered again, the eyes around the heart flickering with inexplicable light:

"But this time, perhaps we can try something different."

Silence shrouded the entire space again, and the three Supreme Apostles were immersed in their own thoughts.

At that moment, they seemed to have returned to the way they were before becoming apostles—rational, calm, and full of thirst for knowledge.

"In any case, that Holy Plate is irrelevant."

Yi Sha Bei La finally said, breaking the silence:

"He is just a delivery tool; although bestowed with temporarily enhanced power, he is ultimately just a pawn."

Ma Genusi nodded slightly, the eyes on the mask flickering in turn.

"And the real game has just begun."

He said softly, his voice carrying a kind of ancient expectation:

"Let us wait and see what kind of surprise this human named Luo En La Er Fu will bring us."

As his voice fell, the figures of the three Supreme Apostles finally disappeared completely into the darkness of the Labyrinth Domain.

Leaving only a silent space, and that sentence still lingering in the air:

"The fourteenth throne, the long-awaited successor..."

………………

The seventh layer of the abyss, "Soul Abyss".

It is different from the labyrinth structure of the sixth layer, more like an endless gray wasteland.

The gray does not come from the ground or the sky, but from the ubiquitous soul fragments.

Countless lives that had entered here but were assimilated had their residual consciousness turn into tiny gray light spots, floating slowly in the air.

In a certain area of this wasteland stood thirteen huge thrones, each tens of meters high, composed of different materials, exuding suffocating majesty.

The thrones were not arranged in a straight line but formed a strange geometric figure; viewed from high altitude, the shape resembled a twisted eye.

In the center of the space between the thrones floated a huge gray vortex, constantly rotating, emitting a low roar.

"It's starting to stir again."

A low voice came from the third throne.

That was a humanoid creature covered in dark red scales, with a dragon-like head and golden eyes flickering.

"Not just here, the entire abyss is waking up."

Another voice responded, coming from the seventh throne.

Sitting on it was an existence composed entirely of liquid metal, its body constantly deforming, sometimes like a human, sometimes like a beast, its outline always blurry.

"Why is Ma Genusi so obsessed with that fourteenth throne?"

The existence on the tenth throne spoke, its voice like shattering glass.

Its form was more abstract, like a sculpture reassembled from countless broken bones, constantly twisting and deforming.

"Perhaps because the seed this time is different."

On the fifth throne, a female form wrapped in chains answered.

Her skin was pale, but her eyes were bottomless black, with a smile hanging on the corner of her mouth:

"Or perhaps he has grown tired of this eternal imprisonment and wants to seek change."

With this sentence, the gray vortex fluctuated violently again, emitting a terrifying sound like thousands of creatures screaming at the same time.

The apostles on the thrones stopped talking simultaneously, watching the constantly expanding vortex, their eyes filled with both fear and undisguised expectation.

In this long imprisonment, any change, even destruction, is more joyful than eternal stillness.

And at this very moment, change is quietly happening.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 224 =====