It was as if a key had unlocked a heavy shackle that was binding humans. However, the problem was that this kind of shackle did not only bind humans. Mu Zi, who had broken this shackle, had to face another, heavier seal.
However, he believed that as long as he continued to cultivate and understand this divine territory through the Phantom Five Thunder Technique, nothing would be able to stop humans.
Mu Zi stood up alone. Although he enjoyed cultivating quietly by himself, there would always be times when his thoughts would drift and he would remember some people and things.
Wang Zhong, Aiolos, and Simba, who loved to ride Ham Sausage … He wondered how Ham Sausage was doing on Earth.
Aiolos had come to the divine territory with him. This extremely opinionated fellow was a monster that no one needed to worry about.
Wang Zhong should be coming as well.
He occasionally learned from the idle conversations between the Netherworld Faction disciples how insignificant humans were here. This weakness attracted some big shots in the Star Alliance. In private, they were called "predators". They hunted low-leveled civilizations and were good at nibbling away at low-leveled civilizations bit by bit. Now, they were greedily sizing up the human civilization. Once they smelled the weakness of humans, they would always have a way to find loopholes in the Star Alliance. If they were lucky, the Earth and the Holy Land would become the colonies of these races, but if they were unlucky …
Mu Zi had heard many examples of civilizations that had been destroyed after joining the Star Alliance. Although the upper echelons of the Star Alliance had been furious and had punished them, compared to the destruction of civilizations, the great figures who had grasped the benefits had only lost a group of scapegoats. For them, they only needed to spend some time to casually nurture a large group of such scapegoats.
Therefore, Wang Zhong would definitely come. The elders of the Holy Land would definitely let Wang Zhong come out of seclusion. Mu Zi couldn't help but think that if Wang Zhong had come to the divine territory from the very beginning, what would happen to Wang Zhong two years later?
If it was Wang Zhong, he would definitely be able to find a path that belonged to him from the Illusory Demonic Five Thunder Technique even faster … Perhaps it would not be just a personal path, but a path that would allow humans to walk on solid ground in the divine territory.
A level-5 civilization …
However, just thinking about it made him feel as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Mu Zi habitually touched the Life and Death Coffin on his back. He could not help but laugh at himself. He was used to being alone. Why would he think about such great things?
He wished that there would be a day when the three of them could drink wine under the sun in the God Realm.
As he gazed at the unceasing Netherworld River, Mu Zi sorted out his emotions and smiled as he turned around. One after another, clampeople walked out from the stone forest on the riverbank. Their sinister gazes were like poisonous arrows. They carefully arranged themselves into a formation and were fully armed. They held various kinds of blades, swords, spears, and halberds that flashed with a unique light. These were artifacts that had been activated by spiritual power.
This was not unexpected, but it was also unexpected. In the Netherworld Sect, the toad people were rather powerful. They would definitely take revenge on Mu Zi, and they had to take revenge. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for them to have such a powerful voice in the outer sect.
However, he had not expected that the clampeople, who were used to being arrogant, would be so late in taking revenge.
"Human …"
Boom!
The toad person who was about to shout did not even manage to finish his sentence before he was sent flying by a black fist. Mu Zi waved the artifact sword that he had snatched with his other hand. With a wave of his hand, another clamperson's hand that was holding a magic blade was chopped off.
The clampeople let out furious shouts, and the miserable cry of the clamperson who had lost his hand was mixed in. The blood and flesh at the area where his hand had been chopped off bubbled and evaporated, as if he had been soaked in strong acid. Mu Zi glanced at the magic blade that was still flashing in his hand. There was the acidic spiritual power of the clampeople on it. As long as he cut his skin, the acidic poison would continuously corrode his flesh. This intense pain could torture a strong soldier into a coward that begged for mercy.
"Kill him!"
The clampeople shouted.
Mu Zi did not utter a single word. There was no need for him to waste his breath. He fixed his eyes on his next target and charged forward. This time, it was not so easy for him to succeed. He had just drawn his sword when he was surrounded and attacked from behind. However, the other party had underestimated the Life and Death Coffin. When his sword, which was imbued with spiritual power, slashed at the coffin, it only left behind a thin white mark that could not be seen. Meanwhile, Mu Zi took advantage of the situation and pierced through another clamperson's body. Before he could pull out his sword, he quickly rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided a few green rays of light.
Mu Zi flipped over and stood up. He dodged a few green rays of light that flew towards him. He took a deep breath and quickly exhaled. The Life and Death Coffin had blocked the sword that was aimed at his back, but it could not protect his legs. His left leg was still pierced by the sword, and an intense pain that felt as if it was being roasted could be felt almost immediately. His spiritual power rapidly suppressed the pain, and the burning pain immediately lessened. He could sense that the sinister spiritual power that had invaded his wound was dispelled.
When he sensed this change, Mu Zi's confidence increased greatly. The clampeople could run amok in the Outer Sanctum because they relied on their acidic and poisonous spiritual power. As long as they cut their skin a little, they would lose their willpower in an extremely short period of time. They would be in so much pain that they would rather die.
As long as he was not afraid of being injured, the threat of the clampeople surrounding him would be reduced by half.
The Illusory Demonic Five Thunder technique not only gave Mu Zi a trace of his own spiritual power. Compared to 30 days ago, Mu Zi's current speed was much faster, and his spiritual senses were more accurate. The clampeople's movements were no longer mysterious in his eyes. In fact, they were slightly slow.
He could win. Mu Zi was no longer the same as he was 30 days ago. An Illusory Mirage Thunder gradually formed in his hand!
However, at this moment, a person suddenly stood in Mu Zi's continuously expanding spiritual senses. He stood there and smiled at Mu Zi. He gently raised his hand, and the smile on his face was elegant and confident.
His gaze landed on Mu Zi's hand and he said, "I never thought that you would actually be able to master it. What a pity. "
However, he did not feel that it was a pity at all. When the clampeople saw him, they shouted, "Sir!"
It was obvious that the clampeople's attack this time was not just for revenge.
However, just as the clampeople finished speaking, that person gently waved his hand. In that instant, Mu Zi forgot to breathe. He stared dumbfoundedly at that person's waving hand. It was so beautiful, as if even the stars in the sky could not compare to one ten-thousandth of this hand!
An illusion, an illusion, an illusion …
Mu Zi's heart beat violently. In the depths of his soul, the trace of spiritual power that belonged to him struggled frantically. However, even though he knew this, he still could not break free.
Mu Zi's mind was still attracted to him. He could not resist or disobey. He was like a commoner who had seen the king. He was so shocked that he could not move.
"You must be very curious about who I am, right? I'm also very curious as to why you did not kneel down in front of me despite having the same technique as you."
That person's calm words entered Mu Zi's ears. He actually felt that they were extremely pleasant to hear.
An illusion, an illusion, an illusion …
"However, since you're going to die, I'm not curious anymore. It's most likely a fellow with a moving soul. That's why she made a mistake that she should not have," that person calmly said.
Mu Zi looked at him and suddenly understood. This person was here to correct his mistake. Foonilia had said that he could not let others know. Now, from the looks of it, even if he did not know and only suspected, it was enough to get rid of him. Techniques were the foundation of a civilization. Even if low-leveled civilizations could not accept them, they were not allowed to exist. They had to be completely wiped out.
The attack by these clampeople was a test that he had arranged. If he had not cultivated Foonilia's technique, he would have died at the hands of the clampeople.
Now, the outcome was still the same.
The clampeople laughed ferociously and pounced towards Mu Zi, who could not move. Over 10 blades left thousands of wounds on Mu Zi's body. They did not kill him quickly. They wanted him to suffer extreme pain. Even if he died, he would be in pain forever.
"Netherworld River!"
There was no way to torture someone more than the Netherworld River. The Netherworld River would erode a person inch by inch. Even the remaining soul would not be able to escape!
With a signal from the powerful figure, Mu Zi and everything he had were stuffed into a box and thrown into the Netherworld River. They would not leave any traces behind.
The clampeople were slightly regretful that they did not dare to plunder Mu Zi's belongings under the gaze of the powerful figure. However, very soon, they would no longer have such thoughts.
The powerful figure smiled and waved his hand. In an instant, the expressions of all the clampeople froze. Their heads fell from their bodies and rolled on the ground like watermelons rolling off a car.
Only a dead person would not tell others what they had seen. Furthermore, the bald man had been killed by the clampeople. No matter how little Foonilia traced back, she could only find trouble with the clampeople. He had never appeared.
Oh, little Foonilia, you belong to me. Only I can obtain your favor. Only I can.
He smiled and looked at the Netherworld River. Then, he waved his hand again. The heads and their lifeless bodies flew into the air. Then, just like how they had abandoned Wang Zhong, they fell into the endless Netherworld River.
The Netherworld River would erode everything, but he had never come. He turned around and disappeared, taking away all the karma.
In the Netherworld River …
The Life and Death Coffin could not block the terrifying destructive yin power. The formless Netherworld River washed over him, disintegrating him, assimilating him, and eroding him. Mu Zi smiled and calmly accepted all of this. He had long wanted to know what death was.
Was it the beginning of another journey, or was it the beginning of the eternal darkness?
He had countless thoughts, but none of them could be verified.
However … it was really painful!!!
Would it continue to hurt even after death?
When Mu Zi thought of this, the spiritual power in his body suddenly moved. He realized that he had regained his ability to move.
Why could he still think?
Was his soul taken away? That did not seem to be the case. Lonely ghosts were only left with pure pain and wailing. It had nothing to do with thinking.
The destructive power filled the Life and Death Coffin, but the Netherworld River did not pour in. Furthermore, the Life and Death Coffin seemed to be in a strange state. This "trash" from Earth was not useless. His soul was connected to the Life and Death Coffin, and Mu Zi felt a mysterious feeling.
All along, Mu Zi had been very afraid of the Netherworld River. It would cause fundamental damage to living beings. The Life and Death Coffin that had lost its power would definitely be destroyed instantly.
But now, the Life and Death Coffin floated proudly in the Netherworld River. The power of the Netherworld River could not erode it, and even the destructive power that entered the Netherworld River became "gentle".
No one saw this scene because everything that entered the Netherworld River would be assimilated and disappear. Although the power of the Netherworld River could not compare to the Heavenly River, it had already exceeded the endurance of civilized creatures.
However, the Life and Death Coffin was like a boat that gradually drifted into the depths of the Netherworld River.
Mu Zi, who was in the coffin, was very calm. He was attracted by this power. The Illusory Five Thunder had opened a window for him, allowing him to understand the rules of this world and the way to obtain power. Meanwhile, the power of the Netherworld River was telling Mu Zi what was suitable for him.
Life and death, yin and yang, the Heavenly River and the Netherworld River were the source of power in the divine territory, the foundation of civilization, and the only path to a higher dimension.
Mu Zi was the only drifter in the Netherworld River.
The Heavenly Treasures Street was finished!
Many people could not believe it and covered their mouths. At that moment, they looked at Uncle Thol, who was lying there and panting like a dead dog. Frankly speaking, Uncle Thol had been rather popular in the Heavenly Treasures Street during this period of time. Other than not being careless when he was collecting protection fees, he was carefree and easy to get along with. He mingled with these merchants and did not put on the airs of a Void Core expert at all. Today, he had stood up for everyone and fought with Yin Jiao. However, no one expected that he would be defeated in the end.
Old Bull's face was originally tense, but at this moment, he felt like he had completely collapsed.
In the end, all his efforts were in vain. Uncle Thol was the only hope of the entire Heavenly Treasures Street, but no one had expected that he would be defeated so quickly and cleanly.
It was not that Uncle Thol was weak, nor was it that he did not try his best. His opponent was simply too strong. This young genius who could enter the Heavenly Gates array was simply a god-like existence to the ordinary shops in the Heavenly Treasures Street! Resistance? That did not exist!
Regardless of whether it was getting people to block the street or getting their subordinates to exchange their lives for his, it was simply too easy for a large Faction to deal with an ordinary merchant who did not have protection. This was not a problem with the Star Alliance. Instead, the status, resources, and strength of both parties were completely unequal. The rules were not one-sided in favor of the strong. Instead, the strong were more adept and easier to make use of!
In reality, this was the elimination method that the Star Alliance wanted. Even if one entered the Star Alliance and had the status of a high-leveled civilization, one would still be eliminated.
However, it was a pity that Uncle Thol, a dignified Void Core expert, had been beaten half to death by a young man for 50,000 Star Coins. His reputation had been swept to the ground …
"Uncle Thol!" A few people who were usually familiar with Uncle Thol rushed out in a hot-headed manner, wanting to see Uncle Thol's situation. However, there was a powerful aura from Yin Jiao's body that fiercely swept out. It was as if a powerful pressure had spread out, and the ominous aura of an exceptional beast was revealed. The few people who had rushed out were so scared that their legs turned soft and they simply knelt on the ground.
"Who else is there?" Yin Jiao looked down at the ants on the street as if he was looking down on all living things. The majestic aura of a ruler surged out from his body. This was the feeling he wanted. This was the effect he wanted. With the remaining power from defeating Uncle Thol, he wanted to completely crush the spirits of all the merchants who still intended to resist!
The entire Heavenly Treasures Street was quiet, and not a single person dared to breathe loudly.
"Is this what you are relying on? Heh heh, not a single one of you can fight! " Yin Jiao proudly berated. "We have an agreement. Since no one can defeat me, get over here and obediently sign the contract! If not, heh heh! If you dare to play tricks on the Shell Shade Faction, the consequences of breaking the contract will be very serious! "
Great, he had found another excuse. This time, it was even more impossible for him to be kind.
Hum hum hum hum hum …
The entire street was gloomy and gloomy, but no one dared to provoke Yin Jiao. They had lost face and no longer had any imposing manner. Anyone who dared to provoke Yin Jiao would really be courting death.
Old Cow sighed. "Let's go home and pack our things …"
He had called for Wang Zhong and Little Lost Fox, but he realized that Little Lost Fox was tiptoeing beside him, but Wang Zhong was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Wang Zhong?" Old Cow was astonished.
However, before Little Lost Fox could reply, they heard a cheerful voice sounding in the buzzing Heavenly Treasures Street.
"There's me too."
Even though this voice was not loud, perhaps due to special reasons, it could be clearly heard in the noisy street. The buzzing Heavenly Treasures Street instantly quietened down, and everyone's gazes were focused on the source of the voice.
What did this mean? Someone wanted to challenge Yin Jiao?
"Who? Who? Who? " Many people widened their eyes. No one was a fool. Who would jump out and challenge Yin Jiao at this moment? Could it be that this was the legendary hidden savior?
Old Cow and Little Lost Fox tiptoed and looked in front of them. The voice seemed to have come from not far in front of them. Furthermore, they strangely felt that this voice was slightly familiar.
Very quickly, the voice sounded again. "Make way, please make way … I'm sorry!"
Among the crowd, a young celestialoid who looked thin and weak was continuously squeezing his way out of the crowd. He seemed extremely thin and small among the group of tall goblins.
The expectant gazes instantly froze, and everyone was dumbfounded.
This …
A mysterious expert who dared to challenge a Void Core expert like Yin Jiao had actually squeezed his way out of the crowd? Could he not fly? Look at Uncle Thol's appearance. He was dazzling and accompanied by wind and lightning, but he was still beaten half to death! Damn, was he here to be a joke? You squeezed your way out of the crowd?!
Little Lost Fox was on Old Cow's shoulder and could see far from him. She recognized that person at a glance and was so shocked that her face turned pale. She shouted at Old Cow, "Boss, Boss! It's Wang Zhong! It's our Wang Zhong! "
Old Cow's face had turned green!
There was no need for Little Lost Fox to explain. She had been slightly suspicious when she heard the voice. When she saw the figure that had parted the crowd, she immediately recognized him. It was a skinny weakling who was less than two meters tall. Who else could it be but Wang Zhong?
"Silly boy! What are you doing? Hurry up and come back. This is not a joke for you. Have you lost your mind?! " Old Cow was depressed and hurriedly shouted, "What he says doesn't count. He's just a worker in my shop. There's something wrong with his brain! I'm selling this shop! "
Wang Zhong, who was in front, had obviously heard this and continued to politely greet the people around him. However, everyone scattered in all directions as if they were avoiding a plague and made way for him. Wang Zhong sighed with emotion. Old Cow was still a good person.
"Boss, it's fine." He took some time to turn around and smile at Old Cow. "I'll teach him a lesson. You don't have to sell your shop."
Teach … teach …
When Old Cow heard this, he was dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning. Meanwhile, the other people on the street only regained their senses after a long while. All of them were dumbfounded and dumbstruck. Closely after, they did not know whether to laugh or cry.
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