Chapter 270: At Most, We d*e Together!
With the authority derived from the North Spirit Seal, merged into the control center of the God Realm Yumen, it was as if a comet flying from the boundless deep space was captured by the sun’s gravitational pull, entering a specific orbit and beginning to operate in an orderly manner, the aura emitted from the God Realm’s control center became increasingly frenzied and violent.
The enormous heart at the very center throbbed violently.
A terrifyingly high temperature, enough to ignite a city, was compressed into swirling vortices, radiating brilliant light. The vast cavern was completely illuminated, enveloped in a hue reminiscent of molten iron.
Amidst the endless shifting yellow sands, the silhouettes that had only occasionally appeared were now vanishing at a visible speed, swept away by the surging spirit energy.
“Did it really succeed so easily? Thanks to the Hong Bian Monk!” Luxianbei looked at her hands and couldn’t help but exclaim, “If it weren’t for his generosity, I would probably be in great trouble this time.”
The process of merging the authority into the God Realm’s control center lasted only a few breaths, and in that brief moment, she felt a strong wave of weakness wash over her, as if she had stayed up for a week straight.
Her hands twitched and convulsed, the dark skin cracking like parched earth, with ghastly fissures flashing with golden-red firelight.
“…”
If she hadn’t gained control of the God Realm Yumen, forcing the power of the North Spirit Seal into it would have caused even more severe damage, right?
Perhaps her entire body would have turned to ashes… Luxianbei thought.
Having just advanced to the Cataclysm Grade, her body had not been soaked in the Cataclysm Grade spirit energy for a long time, and had not undergone a fundamental transformation. Without control of the God Realm Yumen, it would have been somewhat difficult to bear the power while merging her abilities into the control center.
It’s like forcibly feeding a newborn baby a bowl of nourishing soups made from angelica, Sichuan lovage, astragalus, and a hundred-year-old ginseng. How could that work?
This is what “the weak do not receive nourishment” probably means.
However, with the suppression of the God Realm Yumen’s control power based on Hong Bian’s abilities, the overwhelming forces that could have killed Luxianbei instantly did not cause her significant harm.
And now, having merged her abilities into the control center of the God Realm and passed through the last dangerous threshold, a very subtle feeling quietly arose within her consciousness.
She felt as if the control center of the God Realm Yumen had become a part of her body.
An oversized, external heart.
Each violent throb of the God Realm’s control center sent surging spirit energy rippling through her, as clear as her own pulse.
But still… why do I feel like this is leaning more towards becoming an evil god? Luxianbei thought quietly.
Although she had never seen it firsthand, through The Book of Siye and the memories of the Great Serpent God, she vaguely understood that certain urban legends that could be called “evil gods” often have their “organs” not within their bodies, but instead exist independently, dispersed in some specific phenomenon or state.
For example, the peach tree in Peach Source, which had been half-dead from the torment of Qunyang and the city’s barrier, could be considered a part of Jumeng’s “organ” in a certain sense.
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After adjusting her state slightly, Luxianbei turned her thoughts and intentionally left a small opening, loosening the suppression of the God Realm Yumen against the Shaman Queen’s encroachment.
Then, like a beast smelling bl**d, the hidden powers of the Shaman Queen immediately stirred, sending out strong fluctuations.
An unsettling, strange spirit energy fluctuation quietly rose within the cavern where the God Realm’s control center was located.
Looking up, familiar strands of dark red light flickered in the gaps of the glimmering sand, like steam rising from the ground under high temperatures, spreading into the air, and when it touched the incantation being enacted, it began to coalesce.
Like food developing mold, the toxic bl**d imbued with the Shaman Queen’s power manifested strange, twisted radiations on the incantation surrounding the God Realm’s control center.
As if some enormous creature was stirring in the shadows, although obscured, it was clear that the Shaman Queen had arrived.
Luxianbei furrowed her brows in contemplation, silently activating her special eye ability and then she saw the Shaman Queen.
Though just a lingering phantom hovering around the perimeter of the God Realm’s control center, seemingly on the verge of dissipating, the dual pupils faintly visible in that figure allowed Luxianbei, who had previously exchanged glances with the Shaman Queen, to easily discern its identity.
As the shadow moved, reaching out to stroke the perimeter of the God Realm’s control center, the radiant incantation covered in dark red patterns began writhing violently, emitting a sound akin to strong acid melting metal, while the power of the Miracle Flower within the God Realm’s control center gradually flowed away.
The movement was not fast, but carried a sense of cautiousness.
As if held back by some concern, it only dared to take very small bites of the “delicacy,” resulting in a negligible portion of the power of the “toxic” North Goddess flowing towards the Shaman Queen.
And perhaps sensing something amiss, the devouring soon came to a halt.
Not enough, completely not enough!
The Shaman Queen realized and sought to suppress that she could not completely eliminate those “seeds” that were dispersed throughout the God Realm Yumen.
It seemed that she would need to increase the bait… Luxianbei thought, shifting her focus and completely loosening the suppression of the God Realm Yumen against the Shaman Queen’s encroachment.
In an instant, everything related to the Miracle Flower hidden within the God Realm Yumen was presented to the Shaman Queen without reservation.
The Miracle Flower, bursting with sparks, silently bloomed, easily within reach!
It felt as if a stunningly beautiful girl, delicate and light enough to be toppled over, dressed in revealing, seductive clothes, was walking into a shady neighborhood filled with all kinds of criminals, lunatics, and addicts, holding a translucent bag full of gold bars in the dead of night.
No more hiding, I’m laying it all out on the table, trying to tempt you into “committing a crime,” just asking if you dare?!
But do think it through!
That’s a beautiful girl who can carry a full bag of gold, weighing nearly half a ton, casually wandering about!
As Luxianbei loosened the suppression, the spirit energy fluctuations of the Shaman Queen surrounding the perimeter of the God Realm’s control center became restless.
She could clearly feel the Shaman Queen’s anger, agitation, and hesitation embedded within the surging spirit energy fluctuations.
It was as if faced with a gamble where victory meant turning the tables and gaining fame instantly, while defeat would lead to immediate doom, with remains being scattered for others to munch on.
This feeling was simply marvelous!
The notoriously scheming Flower City Torture King, renowned for torturing others through schemes, was for the first time using straightforward tactics to torment someone, experiencing a delightful thrill!
However, she had somewhat underestimated the Shaman Queen’s self-control.
After waiting for a moment.
The Shaman Queen continued to hover restlessly around the perimeter of the God Realm’s control center, still not starting any further devouring.
“…”
No way, this couldn’t tempt you?
The newly arrived Tang Seng from the Women’s Kingdom would probably give you a thumbs up! Luxianbei thought.
Although being at a stalemate with the Shaman Queen in this way, in a certain sense, achieved the purpose of stopping those “seeds” from spreading the distorted Miracle Flower to every corner of Yumen Pass, providing Shen Baiwei with a bit of time to organize the Miracle Cult.
However, success and great success are not the same.
To wait for Shen Baiwei to develop the Miracle Cult throughout the entire God Realm Yumen would at least take a month or so. She couldn’t just keep playing this extreme tug-of-war with the Shaman Queen, could she?
If possible, it would be better to figure out a way to successfully “poison” and inflict enough damage on the Shaman Queen, thoroughly uprooting the distorted Miracle Flower.
Thinking of this, Luxianbei shifted her thoughts and energized the entire control center of the God Realm.
In an instant, the entire cavern housing the God Realm’s control center was enveloped in fierce flames, as if a colossal furnace had reached peak temperature, radiating dazzling brilliance.
She used her consciousness to pull and actively pushed the Miracle Flower imbued with Hong Bian’s power towards the bl**d-colored phantom…
At that moment, the spirit energy fluctuations of the Shaman Queen within the God Realm’s control center momentarily stagnated, as if entirely unprepared for this situation, stunned in place.
In that instant, he even found it hard to distinguish whether he was the one who wanted to devour the Miracle Flower or if the Miracle Flower wanted to devour him.
However.
After waiting for a moment, the bl**d-colored phantom remained unmoved.
“What the… are you really going to take action? You pathetic dog!”
Luxianbei shouted at the bl**d-colored phantom, then expressionless, she continued to push the Miracle Flower towards it.
The Shaman Queen didn’t budge, so she pushed again; still no movement, she pushed once more.
If it weren’t for not having yet fully mastered the God Realm, fearing she couldn’t control the timing and couldn’t interrupt at a critical moment, she would have even considered directly injecting the power of the Miracle Flower into the sealed Shaman Queen’s body.
After several attempts, the ethereal figure hovering near the God Realm’s control center finally showed a change.
The bl**d-colored patterns clinging to the incantation lofted and shrank above the bl**d-colored phantom, slowly compressing into a torrential liquid that splashed down, spreading the scent of smoke and bl**d.
The bl**d surged, rampaging and wildly growing, gradually bringing the initially twisted and hideous face of the bl**d-colored phantom to life.
Then, he opened his eyes and cast a fierce and brutal gaze towards Luxianbei.
His patience had reached its limit…
He, the illustrious Shaman King Que Bigga, known throughout his life for his infamous title, had countless high-level urban legends and spirit ability users d*e at his hands, and though temporarily reduced to a captive, his spirit remained unyielded.
Could he endure such blatant insults and provocations from a mere newly advanced Cataclysm?
He could not bear it!
This was no longer merely “poisoning,” it was akin to pressing his head down and shouting, “Eat it, why aren’t you eating?!” while forcibly pouring poison into his mouth.
In that case, at most, we d*e together!
Luxianbei, “…”
