Chapter 401: Chapter 401
Shen Ling’s hands trembled as he fed chunks of flesh cut from children to his "resurrected" family members, his silent expression unable to hide the rage and grief in his heart.
After the bizarre event, he was the only Patriarch left in the entire clan, taken in by a mysterious figure who bestowed upon him this forbidden artifact, tasking him with raising a young Evil God.
His reward was the resurrection of his clan.
At this moment, a cold sensation rubbed against his cheek, and a mass of tangled sausage-like flesh wriggled and stretched out before him, a bloodied head emerging from a maw full of sharp teeth.
The head, polluted with slime and fresh blood, lifted to reveal severely twisted features: eyes were crimson, skin cracked, and its mouth was four to five times the size of a normal human’s, splitting all the way to the ears.
Shen Ling felt bitterness as he saw the Shen Family’s most outstanding genius, his most doted-on grandson, reduced to such a sorry state, neither human nor ghost, forced to parasitize on the forbidden artifact to survive.
"Tianqi, grandpa’s sorry. I still haven’t found the culprit to avenge you!"
Shen Ling couldn’t bear to look at Tianqi’s mutated face; he knelt to the ground, kowtowing before his grandson, maggots dropping from his turtle shell.
"That child, he’s with the Qin Family, why not go kill him!"
"Your grandson was killed by that child! Do you remember the vengeance for his death?"
"I want to eat his brain, strip his bones, chop him to pieces! Turn him into a heap of excrement and eat him again! Endless cycle!"
Shen Tianqi roared, spitting blood froth everywhere as he shouted curses at this creature grandfather.
Shen Ling dared not refute and explained:
"But Chu Yi has gone elsewhere, he’s not in Yaoguang City. I sent my servants around, but none could find any trace of him."
Shen Tianqi spat out a writhing tongue; his hatred for Chu Yi grew thicker, almost tangible, adding a few shades to the blood mist.
Upon hearing Chu Yi’s name, countless heads attached to linked sausages swayed like kites, all faces showing deep hatred:
"Dad, if Chu Yi’s not found, what about the Qin Family? The Qin Family assisted Chu Yi in persecuting our clan!"
"Yeah, dad, I just ate some brains and remembered that my shops were smashed, looted by the Qin Family’s City Defense Army several times, led by Qin Shi! Absolute ruffians!"
"Grandpa, you wield the Power of Morning Star, are you afraid of Qin Zheng, that old undead?"
"Grandpa’s an old turtle, a green-haired turtle..."
The clan members surged together, their chaotic clamor made Shen Ling dazed, as if returning to that afternoon filled with children and grandchildren, a scene of harmonious joy.
"Don’t worry, the Qin Family won’t escape."
Shen Ling said coldly, eight shadowy tentacles refined from his turtle shell released the Power of Morning Star. Check latest chapters at NoveI(F)ire.net
Thanks to support from adults and the Evil God rituals, this old man stepped into Morning Star, finally possessing the confidence to wield the knife above Yaoguang City’s top Noble Family.
Although there are only three chances, it’s a genuine Morning Star, capable of calamities with a casual strike, instantly killing ten Golden Peak Beast Tamers!
"Three days later, joining forces with allies, annihilate the Qin Family!"
"At that time, I’ll offer the Qin Family’s entire clan as a blood sacrifice to honor you all."
"As for Chu Yi, that child, Tianqi, I promise you, sooner or later he’ll die by my hand, chopped into mincemeat!"
Shen Ling growled lowly.
As he swore the oath, the heads of his clan members above him gawked at this hefty turtle-man, involuntarily licking their lips.
The souls of the entire clan were taken by Chu Yi as fertilizer, instantly refined, impossible to resurrect.
But this young Evil God injected Shen Ling’s memories into his own flesh, genuinely manifesting the entire Shen Family’s purpose as a way to deceive this old man, meticulously nurturing his growth.
Once Shen Ling was no longer useful, transformed thoroughly into a turtle serving as meat, it was time to be consumed by the Evil God.
A glimmer descended from the blood mist above.
Gray mist buried cause and effect, Chu Yi allowed his hair to sway, flicking a flame from his fingertip toward this abandoned villa.
The flame, thin as a dwindled candle, flew from his fingertip, immediately mimicking an immortal phoenix, spreading wings and diving, flying freely.
A deluge of flames swept like tidal waves of heat, akin to a massive nuclear warhead dropped, its power masked within a certain range by the gray mist.
The guardian demons emerging from the blood mist, all resembling giant zombies, turned to ash in the illumination of these flames.
Blood mist dissolved, all evil receded!
Shen Ling’s head grew hot as he looked up, seeing his clan members’ heads burning like candles and dropping down like dumplings, the parasitic centipedes and giant snakes swiftly retreating into the blood, shivering as though facing a natural enemy.
Prioritizing his clan, Shen Ling watched them fall like dumplings and naturally erupted with the Power of Morning Star, rushing to aid.
But as soon as the phoenix arrived, erupting endless light and heat, Shen Ling was unable to react; his turtle shell shattered, scattering like paper scraps, the eight connected tentacles did not even make a low roar before completely evaporating.
Shen Ling, this old man hopeful for vengeance, was directly burned to ash.
Between heaven and earth, extreme destruction filled the whole abandoned villa, leveled the ground, cracked the surface, and exploded into a huge pit.
A dense array of stalactites hung down, ice springs flowed, and piles of white bones.
A charred giant snake with a thousand feet emerged from the icy, bone-chilling pool, half shattered, life on the brink.
If not for having dug an escape tunnel earlier, it would have nearly perished in the flames.
The cavern was dim, yet suspended within were insect cocoons bound by webs, resembling grains of white rice, stored in a hive-like eerie object, emitting faint, pure life force.
It was its reserved food—babies Shen Ling scavenged from everywhere.
Burned by the flames, its stomach craved nourishment, needing immediate replenishment of energy.
Suddenly, the snake’s mouth spat out tendrils, dense and tangled like seaweed, seizing grain-like babies intending to swallow them.
"Evil God? Morning Star level? Looks like it might taste good."
The cavern brightened as a warm beam of sunlight shone inside.
The giant snake’s mouth closed, controlled by the line of causality, suppressing its hunger, its snake head protruding mass amounts of eyeballs, staring intently at the figure intruding.
This passage was single-directional, how did he get inside?
Yet upon seeing the intruder’s familiar face, the centipede-gigantic snake reflexively convulsed, scorched snake skin extruding numerous heads to transform into individuals like Shen Tianqi and Shen Yun according to Shen Ling’s memory programming.
Shen Tianqi’s face contorted to the extreme, glaring fixedly at this handsome youth.
Though a product of memory, it harbored enormous hatred toward Chu Yi.
Hated his miraculous luck in obtaining a King’s Cub, reversing fate!
Hated that though he was seemingly useless, he once again seized the Starfire Sequence spot.
Hated him for allying with the Qin Family, backed by Noble Family support, wealth, and power, leaving the entire Shen Family anxious every moment.
"Why, why only because of his luck!"