As captives, their treatment was naturally not good. It was impossible for each person to have a room. With more than four hundred captives squeezed into one room, it seemed a little crowded.
However, no one dared to resist because they were afraid of being killed. They were also very nervous and did not know what their fate would be.
The unknown was always frightening, especially on that route. It had been many years since space pirates had appeared. Therefore, many people had only heard of the reputation of space pirates but had never seen them with their own eyes.
The satellite battleship was very fast. Chu Mu did not know where it was heading.
At first, Chu Mu was also a little flustered, but he soon calmed down. He knew that at this time, being flustered would not help. He would not be able to change the fact that he was a captive. He calmed down and waited for the right time.
As the captain of the meteor-level battleship, Wang Huailin was very experienced and courageous. After the initial panic, he gradually calmed down. He also saw Chu Mu. Seeing that Chu Mu's expression and eyes were very calm, he squeezed over.
"My name is Wang Huailin. How should I address you?" Wang Huailin asked in a low voice.
"Chu Mu." Chu Mu also recognized that the other party was the captain. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. Chu Mu did not know his exact age, but he should not be younger than forty. His cultivation was at the Fourth Sky of Fate Realm. In a place like the Ancient God Realm, to have such a cultivation at such a young age could only mean that his talent was very ordinary.
"Brother Chu, why are you not flustered at all?" Wang Huailin asked. He could not tell Chu Mu's actual age. Judging from his appearance, Chu Mu was not more than thirty years old.
"Is there any use in being flustered?" Chu Mu asked in reply.
Wang Huailin was startled. He immediately nodded and said in a low voice, "That's true. There's no use in being flustered at this time. But look at them. Panic is written all over their faces."
"Captain Wang, do you know anything about this Evil Dragon Pirate Gang?" Chu Mu asked casually.
"No, this is the first time I've heard of this pirate gang. I've been traveling back and forth on this route for more than ten years, but I've never encountered a pirate gang." Wang Huailin didn't care about how Chu Mu addressed him. He just looked depressed.
After traveling for more than ten years, they were captured by a pirate gang today. It was easy to imagine the frustration in their hearts. They even wanted to bang their heads and die.
Speaking of that meteor-class battleship, his family had spent a huge amount of wealth to purchase it. It accounted for half of his family's income. Now that it was gone, his family's income would be greatly reduced. The impact would be huge, and he would become the sinner of his family. Thinking about it, Wang Huailin's heart was filled with sorrow, and tears flowed down his cheeks.
Seeing an old man crying beside him, Chu Mu was speechless. He casually comforted him, "Maybe there will be a turn for the better."
Within the battleship, Chu Mu didn't know how much time had passed, but he guessed that it had been at least a few months. The battleship's speed finally decreased, and the friction with the planet's atmosphere created countless sparks.
The battleship landed and trembled slightly. Then, the pirates came over and chased everyone off the battleship.
After getting off the battleship, Chu Mu felt the dense Yuan Qi in the air. It was even denser than the transfer planet. It was more suitable for cultivation.
"Captives, we have arrived at our destination, Evil Dragon Island. From now on, this is where you will live." The leader of the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang roared fiercely, "Everyone, listen up. From now on, each of you will choose your own residence. Your mission is to condense an Inner Core and submit it once a year."
"Condense an Inner Core?" Chu Mu didn't understand.
"So, the purpose of capturing us is to condense an Inner Core," Wang Huailin said in a low voice. He seemed to be relieved that he didn't have to die.
"I will only say it once. Remember it all. The Ichino Sword Of Gojoseon has to submit three hundred and sixty low-grade Inner Cores every year. The two-star Sword Of Gojoseon has to submit seven hundred and twenty low-grade Inner Cores every year. The Samsung Sword Of Gojoseon has to submit one thousand and eighty low-grade Inner Cores every year. The four-star Sword Of Gojoseon has to submit one thousand and eight hundred low-grade Inner Cores every year," the leader of the Evil Dragon Gang said. There was no five-star Sword Of Gojoseon present, so he didn't mention the five-star Sword Of Gojoseon.
"If you can't submit enough low-grade Inner Cores, the consequences will be severe. You will be fed to the Dark Demon Jiao," the leader of the Evil Dragon Gang said. "I'm sure you'll like it. It's a nine-star Beast King with the Bronze Bloodline. Of course, if you're obedient and complete the mission on time, I'll let you go in ten years."
A nine-star Beast King was equivalent to a nine-star Sword Of Gojoseon. The Bronze Bloodline made it stronger than ordinary nine-star Beast Kings. Its combat power was astonishing.
"Now, choose your residence. Tomorrow, you will start condensing an Inner Core," the leader of the Evil Dragon Gang roared. He gave each of them an empty interspatial ring and drove them away.
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The Evil Dragon Island was located in the middle of an ocean. It was quite large. With the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang guarding it, there was no chance for them to escape. They could only choose their residence for the time being.
The residence here was very simple. It was just a simple cave.
The cave of the Wang Huailin Sword was not far away from Chu Mu's cave.
Chu Mu sought out Wang Huailin regarding the so-called congealing of the Yuan Core.
"Brother Chu, it is your first time in the Ancient God Realm. No wonder you don't know about condensing an Inner Core," Wang Huailin said. He immediately explained to Chu Mu what an Inner Core was and how to condense an Inner Core.
After listening, Chu Mu understood.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the planet of life in the Ancient God Realm was many times richer and purer than in the Archean World. When a swordsman's cultivation reached the Creation Realm, he could practice the art of condensing an Inner Core by gathering the Qi of Heaven and Earth and condensing it.
Inner Cores were divided into grades. From low to high, they were low, middle, high, and supreme.
Condensing an Inner Core was a technical job. It was not easy. It would consume a lot of Divine Thought Power and a little bit of Mind Power. Therefore, every swordsman of the First Heaven of Creation could only condense one Lower Grade Inner Core a day. After that, he would need to rest to recover. If he was desperate, condensing two Lower Grade Inner Cores a day was possible, but it would be very tiring.
Some stronger swordsmen, such as those of the First Heaven of Creation with stronger Divine Thought Power or other aspects, could condense two Lower Grade Inner Cores a day and then rest. However, there were very few of these Sword Of Gojoseon.
A Second Heaven of Creation could condense two Lower Grade Inner Cores a day and then rest. A Third Heaven could condense three Inner Cores. When one reached the Fourth Heaven, it was the upgrade from the low to the middle level. The increase in Divine Thought Power would be more obvious, so one could condense five Inner Cores.
There were three functions of an Inner Core.
First, as a currency, in the Ancient God Realm, Primordial Crystals were not used. Inner Core was the hard currency.
Second, it could be used to cultivate and improve one's cultivation.
Third, it could restore one's Sword Energy after consumption.
The leader of the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang required the Ichino Sword Of Gojoseon to hand in 360 Lower Grade Inner Cores every year. This was to calculate the normal amount of Inner Cores condensed by an Ichino Sword Of Gojoseon every year. Chu Mu was a Samsung Sword Of Gojoseon, so he had to hand in 1080 Lower Grade Inner Cores every year.
"By the way, the energy contained in each Lower Grade Inner Core is equivalent to 500 grams of Liquefied Essence in your Ancient God Realm," Wang Huailin said.
"A Lower Grade Inner Core is equivalent to 500 grams of Liquefied Essence!" Chu Mu was shocked.
500 grams of Liquefied Essence required 10,000 pieces of Ultimate Crystals. In the Ancient God Realm, every Ichino Sword Of Gojoseon could condense one Lower Grade Inner Core every day, which was equivalent to 10,000 pieces of Ultimate Crystals every day.
"The value of a Middle Grade Inner Core is ten times that of a Lower Grade Inner Core." Wang Huailin simply told Chu Mu everything he knew about Inner Cores. In the end, he even taught Chu Mu the Core Condensing Technique.
In the Ancient God Realm, most of the Sword Of Gojoseon knew the Core Condensing Technique. Chu Mu, who had just entered the Ancient God Realm for the first time, didn't know the Core Condensing Technique.
In just 15 minutes, Chu Mu had learned the Core Condensing Technique, which shocked Wang Huailin. Although the Core Condensing Technique wasn't difficult to learn, it still took him five to six days to learn it. However, Chu Mu only used 15 minutes. Comparisons were odious.
"Brother Wang." Under Wang Huailin's request, Chu Mu changed the way he addressed Wang Huailin. "The armor on the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang's leader seems to be very unusual."
"Yes, if I'm not wrong, it should be a God Armor." Wang Huailin's face was serious.
"God Armor?" Hearing this new term again, Chu Mu was very curious.
"It is said that God Armor is the armor worn by the warriors of the Pantheon Temple a long time ago during the Pantheon Era. It has incredible power, "Wang Huailin said with a serious face." I don't know how God Armor is made. It's not like I've never seen a real God Armor before. However, God Armor has incredible power. The armor on the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang's leader is very unusual. It is very likely to be a God Armor. "
"If the armor on his body is really a God Armor, then an ordinary Nine Star Sword Of Gojoseon wouldn't be his match at all. They wouldn't even be able to withstand a single strike from him. Even a powerful Nine Star Sword Of Gojoseon might not be his match." Wang Huailin concluded.
Wang Huailin's knowledge about the so-called God Armor was very limited. Therefore, Chu Mu's understanding was also limited.
However, after knowing about something as powerful as a God Armor, Chu Mu couldn't help but be tempted.
"Forget it. I should prepare to condense my Essence Core. At the same time, I should think about how to leave this place." Chu Mu thought to himself, throwing away those unrealistic thoughts.
Would they really have to stay here for ten years?
Would the Evil Dragon Pirate Gang really let them leave after ten years?
Thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. Maybe what awaited them after ten years was death.
Therefore, if there was a chance to leave, Chu Mu would definitely not let it go.
After chatting with Wang Huailin for a while and learning more information, Chu Mu returned to his cave and began to practice the Art of Condensing Elixir.
Although he had already learned the Art of Condensing Elixir, he needed to spend more time to master it.
After a short rest, Wang Huailin hurriedly performed the Art of Condensing Elixir to condense a low-grade Essence Core. The other Nine Star Sword Of Gojoseon who had been captured and brought here did the same. Although none of them had seen what the Black Demon Dragon, a Nine Star Beast King with Bronze Bloodline, looked like, they would rather not see it for the rest of their lives. It meant that they would be thrown to feed the Black Demon Dragon.
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