Offspring of the Primordial God

"High Priest!" The cold, clear shout caught the old man's attention. He turned his head and saw a breathtaking beauty treading through the air between sea and sky. Her platinum hair fluttered in the wind. Her one-piece gown pressed tightly against her body in the gale, tracing a voluptuous, exquisite silhouette. Her facial features were flawless, her presence sultry and enchanting. It was as though all the feminine charm in the world had converged upon her alone; after beholding such beauty, no other woman on earth could ever be called fair. Saiketia called out loudly, "The God of Light seeks to destroy the divine lineage of the Goddess of Beauty. I am the deity who resembles Mother most, possessing the exact same beauty and authority as her. High Priest, I am your true target. "He is merely my lover and has nothing to do with Paphos Island." As she spoke, she unleashed her charm without reserve. Though it could not seduce the High Priest, it could certainly enrage him. The more she tempted him, the more furious the old High Priest of the God of Light grew—for this war of gods had been sparked by the Goddess of Beauty's lust. Sure enough, the High Priest immediately aimed his arrowhead at Saiketia and released the bowstring without hesitation. The golden arrow transformed into a streak of golden light. Yet faster than the light was starlight. Zhang Yuanqing flashed before Saiketia and raised a purple-gold buckler. Absolute Defense, activate! Purple radiance formed a towering wall of shields, erecting itself in front of them both. The Purple-Gold Shield's Absolute Defense was Zhang Yuanqing's strongest defense at present. Before entering the dungeon, he had fully charged the shield's energy. Next, he brought out the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and activated its shield form. The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon happened to be in its lazy mode, disregarding its master's fate and wanting only to curl up to sleep. Yet sensing the sheer might of the enemy and the terrifying force contained within the incoming arrow, it was startled out of its wits. With lightning speed, it coiled around its master's arm and engaged its defensive state. Then, Zhang Yuanqing erected an exceptionally resilient electromagnetic barrier before his chest. *Boom!* The golden arrow struck the purple-gold shield wall. The shield wall, renowned for its Absolute Defense, shattered into pieces—not "melted" by the golden light, but blown apart. It could withstand any form of attack, including energy, so not even the divine power of the sun could suppress it. However, the golden arrow carried not merely the divine power of the sun, but also the pure, concentrated force poured into it by a peak Dominator. A peak Dominator could override rules below level 9. The golden dragon phantom coiled around his body broke apart right after, followed by the electromagnetic barrier on his chest. Having pierced all three layers of defense in one breath, the golden arrow cleanly punched through Zhang Yuanqing's chest. Learning from Eriga's grim fate, Saiketia had avoided standing directly behind her lover and had stepped aside well in advance. The streak of golden light plunged into the ocean, sending up a dull, rumbling roar like thunder. Golden flames once again erupted from Zhang Yuanqing's orifices, though this time the blaze was far weaker than before. After being depleted by three layers of defenses, both the physical might and the divine power of the sun within the arrow had been significantly exhausted. The High Priest's thick white eyebrows twitched. This young man, seemingly a subordinate god of the God King, had survived taking two arrows in succession. One had to understand that the power of light was the most domineering force in the world, one before which even lightning had to yield. Presumably, the God King had bestowed upon him some divine artifact before departing, granting him this unkillable trait. This was within the High Priest's expectations; after all, the God King was the lover of the Goddess of Beauty, and she had borne Eriga for him. It was only natural that He would leave behind countermeasures to ensure the safety of Paphos Island. "The God of Light has already pursued Aphrodite. He will not spare a single foe. Aphrodite's death is certain; your resistance is entirely futile." The High Priest spoke slowly as he drew a third arrow, aiming straight at Zhang Yuanqing. ... In the basement. The Ninth Elder, guarding the Primordial God, suddenly shuddered as an intense premonition of crisis surged within her. Instinctively, she drifted toward the stairs, putting distance between herself and the giant golden-shelled clam. At the same time, she cast Dream Leap, peering into one dreamscape after another. She did not rush into a dream just yet, instead glancing toward the Primordial God, from which a terrifying aura emanated. Thick streams of viscous fluid seeped from between the clam's shells, hanging down wetly and dripping onto the ground like amniotic fluid during childbirth. The gap between the shells widened. A pale hand reached out from within, slowly pushing open the upper shell. ... Vast mist hung heavily over the boundless Wilds of Zhuolu. His clothes in tatters, Demon Eye Heavenly King stood proudly and drenched in blood upon an earth strewn with corpses. His breath was filled with the stench of rotting flesh and burnt vegetation. From deep within the dense fog came continuous sounds of slaughter, explosions, and beastly roars. Beside him, several severely wounded mutated aberrations gorged on corpses, tearing at flesh, ripping out intestines, satisfying their hunger and replenishing their stamina. This flesh and blood, rich in spiritual energy, helped accelerate the healing of their wounds. Demon Eye Heavenly King exhaled a long breath of turbid air, bent down, and scooped up a handful of earth. Dark red blood seeped from the damp soil. "Man" had fallen in battle just an hour ago. They had suffered an ambush by a level-9 Spring God. The thirty-odd Mist Lords and over a dozen mutated beasts they had just gathered were torn apart almost instantly by the pack of beasts commanded by the Beast King. He and Man had fought bitterly against the Spring God for a full hour before finally managing to slay that despairingly resilient, life-overflowing entity. Demon Eye had been fighting through the dense fog for four days and four nights. He had faced formations of over five Dominators joining hands, endured sieges by hundreds of Saints, and strayed into the domains of rule-based items. He had carved a bloody path all the way through, battling in all directions with three heads and eight arms. When injured, he devoured the vital essence and blood of his enemies to recover; when hungry, he grabbed whatever food lay at hand to feast on raw flesh and drink warm blood; when tired, he... kept on slaughtering, fighting until his physical potential erupted, banishing exhaustion and kindling fresh vitality. That he had survived was purely due to the unique nature of his Demonic Eye of Bewitchment, along with his abundant reserves of Life Source Fluid and wide variety of high-grade items. Man had lacked these supplies, and so he had died. Over the course of three days, Demon Eye Heavenly King's experience had not increased, yet he felt far stronger than before. This was strength tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Not just him—many peak level-6 Mist Lords who survived the high-intensity warfare had forcefully broken through into the Dominator stage. Such was the Bewitching Demon. Endless war would forge mighty Ancient Gods of War one after another. Yet the price was staggering. The hundred-plus Mist Lords he had initially brought were wiped out on the very first day. Afterward, he and Man had continually rallied Mist Lords lost in the mist; their ranks had swelled and thinned in an endless cycle. Only over the deaths of a thousand Mist Lords could a single Ancient God of War be born. Naturally, the experts of the Yanhuang camp suffered even greater casualties, falling in vast swaths like cut grass. This battle set in ancient times was being fought at a tempo that would drive the entire continent's practitioners to extinction. The champions of both camps had crossed high mountains and waded through icy rivers, only to have their bones buried here in the Wilds of Zhuolu. *Once I clear this dungeon, I'll be able to reach level 9—barely scraping by... but that's not enough. If I'm to help Yuanshi fight for the throne of the Lord of the Sun, I must have a trump card.* *A trump card that lets me stake my life against a peak Dominator—no, even a demigod...* Demon Eye Heavenly King gazed toward the depths of the dense fog. Over the past four days and nights, he had swept across the mist, slaughtering any human he saw, cleaving any beast in his path, and whenever he ran into a level-9 Dominator... he fled! The one place he had never dared to enter was the deepest part of the fog. At every moment, an aura of bewitchment radiated from there; whether human or beast, any who drew near would lose their sanity and attack indiscriminately, unable to distinguish friend from foe. At every moment, it surged with the power of vital blood, harvesting the essence and blood of nearby living beings across vast swathes at regular intervals. There resided the supreme aura of the Bewitching Demon. That was the battlefield between the Demon God Chiyou and Yanhuang. *I must plunge deep into that battlefield and earn the recognition of the Demon God Chiyou!* Demon Eye Heavenly King grinned. Reason told him that going there was utter folly—a straight march to his death. Whether Chiyou or Yanhuang, both were standout powerhouses among demigods, capable of thrashing the five official useless bums in the real world with ease. In a battle between such entities, a mere aftershock of a spell could claim his life. Yet without taking risks, how could he help Yuanshi seize the position of the Lord of the Sun? If Yuanshi failed to become the Lord of the Sun, how could all humanity be bound by Morality Points? As these thoughts raced through his mind, sudden thunder cracked across the sky, jarring Demon Eye Heavenly King until his blood surged and his vision darkened. Immediately after, ferocious winds rampaged, sweeping massive plumes of fog straight into the heavens. What kind of wind could sweep the Demon God Chiyou's dense mist into the sky?! Demon Eye Heavenly King's heart tightened, shock flashing across his eyes. A gale was one thing—a Rain Master could manipulate fierce winds as well. But that thunderclap just now had clearly come from the hand of a Lightning Mage. In other words, the one making a move was a demigod of the wind and thunder class! Why would a wind and thunder demigod from the First District appear in the ancient Battle of Zhuolu? Demon Eye Heavenly King glanced at the mutated beasts prostrating and trembling beside him, and the doubt in his heart was finally confirmed. During ancient times, the demigod-level powerhouses of the three great districts had interacted with one another. The apocalypses described in the three mythologies were very likely the exact same event. After the apocalypse, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to decline, and gradually, there were no more immortals, no more demigods across the three districts. *Thump, thump-thump...* Suddenly, the sound of drums rolled from within the dense fog. It shook Demon Eye Heavenly King until his blood churned, his internal spiritual energy fell into chaotic disarray, and the Eyes of Bewitchment covering his skin snapped shut in fright. *Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump-thump...* More and more drumbeats sounded, echoing five hundred li with a single strike, reverberating across three thousand eight hundred li in succession. Demon Eye Heavenly King's heart ached sharply and his vision blacked out; he nearly dropped dead on the spot, to say nothing of the mutated beasts and Mist Lords. *Not good. Jiutian Xuannu has forged the Kui Ox Drums for the Yellow Emperor, and the wind and thunder demigod is dispersing the fog... The Battle of Zhuolu is reaching its climax. I—I must head to the main battlefield immediately...* Demon Eye Heavenly King gritted his teeth and staggered into the depths of the mist. ... Through the widening gap of the golden clam, the Ninth Elder saw a pair of pure black eyes like an infant's, yet within them flickered not innocence, but cold indifference. Those eyes pierced through the dark, inspecting her—a spirit servant without a physical body. In that instant, it felt as though an invisible hand had gripped the Ninth Elder's "heart," and sheer terror exploded within her. She dared not linger a moment longer, leaping into a dream to flee the basement. The entire castle began to tremble. The fissures repaired during the day cracked open once more, and the tremors were most violent in the main keep where the Goddess of Beauty resided, splitting wide in exaggerated crevices. *Crash!* The main keep collapsed immediately, black boulders tumbling down like rain. Yet in the very next instant, the debris was blasted in all directions as a figure erupted from the underground, bursting through the collapsing structure and soaring straight into the sky. A presence of exalted divine status descended overwhelmingly, drawing the attention of Zhang Yuanqing, the High Priest, and the Spawns of the God in the distance. Saiketia cried out in delight, "The offspring of the Primordial God is born..." Her voice caught abruptly in her throat. Her pupils contracted slightly as a figure appeared beside her without warning, leaning close against her cheek, twitching its nose and sniffing her scent. It was a girl of about twelve, her body only just beginning to develop—neither her hips nor her breasts had rounded, slender and pale, completely unclothed. She possessed a head of beautiful golden hair and baby-like, pitch-black eyes filled with cold indifference—a beast-like indifference. She sniffed Saiketia's scent, seemed to confirm her identity, and somewhat affectionately extended the tip of her tongue to lick Saiketia's cheek. Saiketia pointed at the High Priest and cried urgently, "He is the enemy! Kill him!" The girl immediately turned her gaze toward the High Priest, who promptly pivoted his aim and unleashed a golden arrow at her. A streak of golden light flashed, piercing the girl's snow-white chest. In the next moment, golden blood erupted from her chest and facial orifices, turning her into a blazing golden torch. *Huh?* Watching the girl get engulfed in golden flames, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. *Her combat instincts are that bad?* *All divine status and power, but no corresponding experience?* *How is she supposed to fight a peak Dominator like this?!* Just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw the golden flames extinguish. The girl's charred body hovered in midair as her flesh rapidly grew and knit back together, restoring her to pristine form. Yet her aura had visibly diminished. The girl's pure black eyes fixed upon the High Priest. She raised her arms in the motion of drawing a bow; electric arcs crackled and leaped, coalescing into a great bow and arrow. The girl released her index finger. Plasma erupted, and the arrow formed of lightning punched clean through the High Priest's chest. Bright blue electrical light burst violently from the High Priest's orifices.