Chapter 664: Sinner

Chapter 664: Chapter 664: Sinner

"Source Energy +30,000,000, Weak Divine Power Level Divine Format +5, Divine Soul +2!"

A line of information appeared the moment the Black Demon Spider King died.

Shu Feng mused, ’This guy’s Power was even greater than the Ghost Demon King’s. No wonder he dared to come here alone.’

The Black Demon Spider King’s Power was immense. Even against two experts like the Ghost Demon King and the Light Flame God using Burning Divine Power, he wouldn’t have been at a disadvantage in the slightest.

’But for a guy like that to come here alone, he must have had a few trump cards prepared!’

With a beckoning gesture, a jet-black Space Ring flew into Shu Feng’s hand.

’What’s this?’

With a thought, three ink-black darts, engraved with mysterious Thunder Patterns, appeared in his hand.

The Ghost Demon King’s eyes narrowed as he slowly explained, "Master, these are Divine Thunder Darts formed from condensed Celestial Punishment Divine Thunder. A single Divine Thunder Dart could put an expert on the level of the Evil Eye Demon King into a near-death state. Even I would be severely injured if I took a hit from one of those without being prepared."

These three Divine Thunder Darts were the trump cards the Black Demon Spider King had prepared at great cost. He simply hadn’t had a chance to use them before Shu Feng and his group joined forces to take him down.

’After I evolved into a Demigod, the power of the Netherworld Illusion Butterfly has also increased exponentially.’

Shu Feng glanced at the Netherworld Illusion Butterfly in his hand, lost in thought.

Many Divine Artifacts integrate both offense and defense, possessing both attack and defensive abilities. The Netherworld Illusion Butterfly, however, one of the Seven Great Holy Spears, possesses pure Attack Power with no defensive capabilities whatsoever.

In the Spirit Saint Realm, Shu Feng could already use the Netherworld Illusion Butterfly to injure a Divine Spirit. Now that he had advanced to Demigod, the weapon’s power had increased by another huge margin.

If not for this, the Black Demon Spider King absolutely would have had the ability to heavily wound or even kill one of Shu Feng’s experts before he fell.

A look of satisfaction appeared in Shu Feng’s eyes. ’Another trump card.’

「Deep within Yunling Mountain, Blue Star Qianyuan Republic.」

Dozens of people dressed in black were trekking through the depths of Yunling Mountain. At the very front of the group was a young man with a world-weary face. This was Zhuo Mingyao, the former genius of Shuijing High School and the Legitimate Son of the Nanzhao Zhuo Family.

After walking for some time, the dozens of black-clad people stopped to rest.

"Sin-Thirteen, eat!"

A black-clad man walked up to Zhuo Mingyao, a look of disgust and schadenfreude flashing in his eyes as he tossed a piece of bread onto the muddy ground. His voice was ice-cold.

The rest of the black-clad men watched Zhuo Mingyao with cold, disgusted gazes, turning a blind eye to this blatant bullying and humiliation.

It was no secret that Zhuo Mingyao had once moved against Shu Feng. Later, the Zhuo Family paid a huge price, getting the Zhu Clan to plead on their behalf, which led Shu Feng to grudgingly let the matter drop.

However, under all sorts of attacks from the vast forces under Shu Feng’s command, the Nanzhao Zhuo Family suffered catastrophic losses. They had fallen directly from the ranks of the Upper Third-Grade Noble Families to a Lower Third-Grade Noble Family.

The Nanzhao Zhuo Family’s power base in the Qianyuan Republic mainland was almost completely wiped out, which naturally made everyone in the family, from top to bottom, hate Zhuo Mingyao to the bone.

Zhuo Mingyao’s father, the Zhuo Family Patriarch, was forced to step down from his position. Furthermore, their branch of the family paid an enormous price just to barely keep Zhuo Mingyao from being killed.

His life was only spared because the Zhuo Family planned to offer him to Shu Feng to vent his anger. Nevertheless, Zhuo Mingyao was thrown into the Sin Camp, transforming from a chosen son of an Upper Third-Grade Noble Family into a common sinner.

’These damn bastards! One day, I’ll pay them back ten times, a hundred times over!’

A flash of fury crossed Zhuo Mingyao’s eyes, but he suppressed his anger. He picked up the mud-caked bread, wiped off the dirt, and began to eat it in silence.

One of the black-clad men snorted coldly. "Some people cause their family’s rank to plummet, and they still have the face to live! If it were me, I would have killed myself long ago!"

Another black-clad man said sarcastically, "Some people are as thick-skinned as a city wall. They take the family’s resources and use them to make a powerful enemy for the family. So stupid and arrogant. But what can you do when he’s got a doting father!"

Zhuo Mingyao kept his head down and said nothing. In his current position, talking back would absolutely lead to a terrible end.

A middle-aged man, Zhuo Heng, said coldly, "That’s enough! Our most important task right now is to find the Divine Tree in Yunling Mountain and retrieve the Divine Fruit! Only if our Zhuo Family can produce a Spirit Saint will we have a chance to return to the ranks of the Upper Third-Grade Noble Families."

"Yes!"

The black-clad men’s hearts shuddered as they replied respectfully.

The Zhuo Family had grown weaker and weaker, their influence having shrunk back into their territory within the Erosion Realm. This gave the Zhuo Family Members a profound sense of crisis.

The various Little Worlds within the Erosion Realm were all world fragments. Over time, these world fragments would wither and die.

Perhaps a world fragment might suddenly collapse after several hundred years, becoming part of the Erosion Realm. Or perhaps it might collapse after only a dozen or so years.

Furthermore, the Erosion Realm was also home to many terrifying monsters, including no shortage of Void Demon King Level beasts. Some world fragments could withstand the Power of a Void Demon King, but most were completely defenseless before such creatures.

Only the Blue Star mainland was truly safe. Moreover, with the resurgence of Spiritual Power on Blue Star, it was practically a cultivation Holy Land compared to the world fragments of the Erosion Realm.

The Zhuo Family desperately needed to produce a Spirit Saint to deter the hungry wolves that were eyeing their family with predatory intent.

"Let’s go!"

Zhuo Heng shot Zhuo Mingyao a look of disgust, then rose to his feet and headed deeper into Yunling Mountain.

The rest of the black-clad men quickly followed.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Suddenly, a terrifying tremor ran through the earth.

"An earthquake!!"

The expressions of Zhuo Heng and the other experts changed as they quickly steadied themselves.

Not long after the earthquake ended, a beam of cyan light emerged from the depths of Yunling Mountain, shooting straight into the clouds.

"It’s appeared! The Divine Tree of Yunling Mountain!"

Zhuo Heng stared at the cyan beam of light, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

There was an undiscovered Divine Tree in Yunling Mountain—this was intelligence the Zhuo Family had obtained by pure chance, and at a great cost. For this, the Zhuo Family had dispatched their most elite unit to fight for the Divine Fruit.

Zhuo Heng, an expert in the Spirit Venerable Realm, was the leader of this small team and also the best candidate to consume the Divine Fruit.

’The Divine Fruit!’

Zhuo Mingyao stared at the cyan beam, a burning desire flashing in his eyes before it dimmed. He understood that he was completely unqualified to consume the Divine Fruit.

"Go!"

Zhuo Heng led the Zhuo Family experts and soon appeared on a mountain peak. Atop that peak grew a Divine Tree, emerald green from top to bottom. At its very top rested a single, jade-like Divine Fruit, emitting waves of sweet fragrance.