The source of this strange change was the sudden tumbling of the clouds in the sky.
As it tumbled, a black tentacle suddenly dropped down from the clouds in the sky and landed abruptly between Wang Baole and Feng Di, which was also the center of the suction force.
The suction force at that spot should be extremely strong, but at that moment, even though the black tentacle seemed to be floating down gently, it was not affected in the slightest by the suction force.
Not only that, there was also an aura that made even Wang Baole's heart tremble faintly at the source of the black tentacle. That was why he did not hesitate and decisively gave up on absorbing more than half of Feng Di's power and retreated swiftly.
The instant he retreated, another four black tentacles dropped down from the clouds in the sky. One of them was where Wang Baole had been previously, and the other landed on Feng Di, whose eyes were filled with despair. Feng Di seemed to have lost all ability to fight back. He allowed the black tentacle to land on him and bind him in an instant.
The fourth tentacle landed on the young Cheng Lingzi. At that moment, the young man's eyes were blank and his body was trembling. However, just like Feng Di, he seemed to have lost all ability to fight back and was about to be touched by the tentacle.
However, his existence was clearly still valuable to Wang Baole. That was why when Wang Baole retreated, he reappeared beside the young man. The instant the black tentacle dropped down, Wang Baole grabbed the young man's shoulder and retreated swiftly.
Almost at the instant the two of them left, the black tentacles dropped down and touched the air. However, it didn't seem to care, because … even more tentacles were descending from the heavens, one after another. Soon, there were hundreds of them densely packed together and spread out in all directions.
Feng Di was tied up by one of the tentacles, and his body was withering madly at a speed faster than when Wang Baole had absorbed his power. The entire process only took around ten breaths, and Feng Di's body … turned into a dried up corpse.
If one were to take a closer look, one would be able to see … that there were over a hundred of such dried corpses on the hundreds of hanging black tentacles. Every single one of them was tightly tied up and did not move at all.
However, their clothes did not rot. In fact, upon closer inspection, one could tell that the style of their clothing was not from the same era.
At that moment, the sky was still tumbling, and new tentacles were still dropping down. However, the frequency was a little lower than before. Wang Baole and Cheng Lingzi's figures appeared in the distance as they kept retreating. Looking at the densely packed black tentacles in front of them, Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly.
At this moment, the young man at the side slowly recovered because he was far away from this strange place. The confusion in his eyes disappeared, and it was replaced by a trembling body and an intense fear that appeared on his face.
"Remains of the Fallen God!"
"Meteor God?" Wang Baole looked at the young man.
The young man's body was trembling, and when he noticed Wang Baole's question, he quickly explained.
Based on what Cheng Lingzi knew, the so-called Fallen Gods were almighty beings from ancient eras. Some of them had died in the War of the Gods, and some had died in the passage of time. However, any one of them was a peerless powerful cultivator who was comparable to the Lord of Desire, or even higher.
Perhaps some of these powerful cultivators were still sleeping in the world of the first level, but it was rumored that most of them had long since perished, and that their body parts would occasionally appear in the world of the first level.
"I heard my father say that some of these Fallen Gods are incredibly powerful. You could even say that they are on the same level as the sleeping Divine Emperor of our world. It seems that the Divine Emperor's slumber has something to do with these godly spirits." Cheng Lingzi trembled as he spoke of everything he knew.
When Wang Baole heard what he said, his understanding of the world was different, and therefore, he was able to see more of what was going on. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the area where the black tentacles were hanging down. He could also see that as the Heavens churned, a gigantic finger … could be seen flickering in and out of existence.
It was only a finger, but it was at least three thousand meters long. As for the black tentacles hanging down from it, they were actually hairs on its body.
"It's even stronger than my true form …." thought Wang Baole, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He had no idea who the owner of the finger was, but he could guess that it was one of the 108 Battle Generals.
Because it had been so powerful when it was alive, even though it was now dead and only had a single finger left, it could still suppress everything. Any Cultivator who stood in front of it would have no way to fight back, and would have no choice but to be absorbed by it.
Feng Di and the young man's blank expressions were exactly like that.
The only reason Wang Baole wasn't affected was because of the position of his true form. Although his true form couldn't compare to the owner of the finger, it wasn't too far off. Therefore, although the finger posed a threat to Wang Baole, it didn't pose much of a threat to him.
That was because he could already sense that the finger was the only thing within the clouds.
"At the same time," said the young man, Cheng Lingzi, panting. "The corpse of a fallen God is … one of the top food ingredients in the City of Gluttony! There is no other!" A look of greed appeared in his eyes.
"Eating corpses?" said Wang Baole, frowning.
"No, benefactor," said Cheng Lingzi quickly. "Ordinary food ingredients need to be eaten, but top quality ingredients like these don't need to be eaten. Instead, you need to absorb the aura of the God. Although the God has perished, the aura still exists. By absorbing that aura, you can advance by leaps and bounds in terms of your magical laws."
Wang Baole was lost in thought for a moment. He couldn't help but look up into the sky in another direction. That was … the location of the world of the second level. If you looked closely, you would see that Wang Baole's gaze could pierce through everything, and was locked onto … the location of his true form.
"My true form counts as a God," thought Wang Baole. "In that case, can I absorb his aura as well?" For some reason, such a sinister idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Thankfully, he was still rational, so as soon as the sinister idea appeared, he suppressed it and looked back at the God-Perishing Finger.
As Wang Baole watched, the finger in the fog raised, and the hundreds of tentacles that hung down slowly rose as well. They seemed to want to return to the fog and leave the place.
Wang Baole thought for a moment. Then, as the young man's face flickered, he shot forward. In the blink of an eye, he was next to one of the black tentacles. He reached out and grabbed it, causing a gravitational force to emanate out from the tentacle. However, it was met by the pressure of Wang Baole's hypostasis.
The two forces instantly began to fight back.
As they fought back, Wang Baole's body trembled, and his eyes shone with a strange light. He could sense a Heaven-shaking, Earth-shattering aura coming from the black tentacle that was connected to the finger.
Before they had made contact, he hadn't been able to sense the aura. But now, with the tentacle as a medium, Wang Baole's Law of Gluttony exploded out. For the first time, it emanated a frenzied will, as if it desired to consume the aura of the finger.
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