Chapter 290
Greed is the original sin of all.
Chapter 290 Greed is the original sin of all.
"No! This is impossible! My mech!"
From within the mech came the desperate roar of Ancestor Fanyun. Under the absolute control of the "Soldier's Secret," the purple crystal shell that had once protected him had now transformed into a deadly iron coffin. Hundreds of millions of tiny parts began to collapse and compress frantically inward, the ear-piercing sound of twisting steel and the cracking of bones echoing in the deathly silent forbidden land.
As expected of a Saint King, Ancestor Fanyun was extremely decisive in the face of life and death. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of his primordial blood essence, which transformed into a streak of blood-red light. He forcefully pushed open the severely deformed cockpit and transformed into a stream of light, escaping into the void, attempting to abandon his armor and flee.
"Want to leave? You haven't had enough of this metal shell yet."
Zixia's eyes were cold, her fair fingers clenching in mid-air. The amethyst mech, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was instantly reassembled under the control of Bingzi Mi, transforming into a streak of purple light like a shooting star, chasing after it.
Just as Ancestor Fanyun, his face filled with terror, had torn open a spatial tunnel to cross it, Zixia uttered a cold word:
"burst!"
boom--!!
That was the energy core of the Saint-level mech, accumulated over thousands of years, released in an instant, engulfing the entire ancestral land of the Brahma family in a blinding white light. The terrifying shockwave transformed into a mushroom cloud, leveling the alloy buildings, fortress artillery, and those precious hibernation pods on the ground.
The old ancestor Fanyun, who was traveling through the space tunnel, was violently shaken out by this destructive wave. He was covered in blood, half of his body was charred, and he fell in a sorry state in the center of the ruins.
Zixia slowly stepped out amidst the swirling dust, her purple dress spotless, like a goddess who held the reins of death.
"Ancestor, times have changed, your iron shell is no longer effective."
Her figure flashed, so fast that even space itself left numerous afterimages, and she instantly appeared before Ancestor Fanyun. Zixia's slender right hand, now radiating golden holy light, resembled a golden celestial monument suppressing eternity, slamming down with overwhelming pressure!
"boom!"
This palm strike not only shattered the last defensive measure of Ancestor Fanyun, but also directly shattered the divine soul within his immortal platform into nothingness.
The dust has settled.
The sage Wang Laozu, the pillar of the Buddhist school, has fallen.
Ji Ziyue, Pang Bo, Longma, Xiaopeng Wang, and others flew over from a distance. Looking at the ancestral land that had been razed to the ground and the lifeless corpses, they couldn't help but exchange glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.
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Meanwhile, on the eternal main star, deep within the endless wilderness.
A primal and boundless aura materialized into a howling wind, causing the earth to tremble violently. A group of ancient, savage beasts, shaped like mountains, surged like a frightened tidal wave, crushing towering trees as they fled madly out of the jungle.
This is a mythical world where gods once existed, with boundless territory, towering mountains like swords piercing the clouds, and long rivers flowing like dragons, harboring countless ancient and exotic species unheard of by the outside world.
At this moment, the center of the fleeing beasts was enveloped by a vast and boundless sea of world-destroying lightning.
At the heart of that blinding, void-shattering tribulation lightning stood a young man with an incredibly sunny smile. His long, brilliant golden hair danced wildly in the raging lightning, yet remained smooth and silky; a radiant smile played on his lips, revealing a set of snow-white teeth. His nonchalant demeanor made it seem as if he wasn't facing a near-death tribulation, but rather leisurely strolling in the spring.
A year ago, he broke free from the divine source that had been sealed for eternity. Faced with this post-ancient era of great change and suppression of the Great Dao, this exceptionally talented imperial prince only took a year to thoroughly comprehend the laws of the world, forcefully defying the odds and attracting the world-destroying lightning punishment that would allow him to step into the realm of sainthood!
"boom!"
A bolt of chaotic purple lightning, as thick as a mountain, struck down. Dao Yi neither dodged nor avoided it, letting the lightning cleanse his flawless body.
In the instant he stepped into the Saint Realm and received the infusion of the Heavenly Dao Laws, Dao Yi's eyes, as deep as stars, suddenly flickered slightly, gazing towards a certain direction of eternity. His keen spiritual senses detected a trace of causal entanglement in the darkness.
"Oh? This strange fluctuation..." Dao Yi's smile deepened. He gently brushed away the destructive arcs of electricity leaping on his shoulder and murmured to himself, "A remarkable person has arrived... a great opportunity for me, or perhaps a great challenge."
"Congratulations, Your Highness, on entering the Holy Realm," an old man bowed respectfully to the young man. This was a Great Sage, Dao Yi's protector in this life.
"The Emperor's son! He has been found, on the other side of the gods."
Dao Yi raised his hand and flicked his fingertips, causing the last wisp of chaotic purple lightning to dissipate into the air as tiny sparks of electricity. The residual power of the Saint's Heavenly Tribulation dissipated, and the ten-thousand-mile sea of lightning instantly receded, leaving only the scorched and cracked earth and the aura of the Heavenly Dao Laws permeating the air.
He was still smiling, the sunlight dazzling, as if he weren't the one who had just withstood the world-destroying lightning. But in his golden eyes, there was no trace of a smile, only an unfathomable calm.
"The divine organization is unfathomable, and the Tree of Life is something we probably can't obtain with our current resources!" the guardian warned.
"Troublesome indeed," Dao Yi said softly, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"Since we can't take it ourselves, let others take it for us."
"What does the Emperor mean..." A hint of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes.
Greed is the original sin of all.
"A divine tree that can grant immortality is enough to drive every madman in the universe crazy."
“However, we need a trigger!” He clenched his fist lightly. “Help me gather some more intelligence. I need to go to the Divine Realm myself.”
"Your Highness! This is too dangerous!" the old man exclaimed in alarm. "You have just become a saint; you can proceed with the Tree of Life at your own pace."
"I'm not going to fight." Dao Yi smiled, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, but his eyes were sharp as knives. "I'm just going to 'get' a branch."
“Yes, take a branch.” Dao Yi took a step, golden Dao patterns appearing beneath his feet. “Then ‘accidentally’ drop this branch on the Golden Ancient Road, the Mythical Ancient Domain… in all the places where geniuses gather. Tell me, what do you think those self-important guys will do when they discover that they can find the complete Ancient Tree of Life by following the clues of this branch?”
The old man was startled and instantly understood Dao Yi's plan.
This is a momentous event.
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The terrifying shockwaves from the ancestral land turning into ruins finally alerted the elite members of the Fan family who were searching for Zixia in the starry sky.
Warships, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, tore through the void, charging back to "Paradise" with overwhelming force. However, what awaited them was not the natives' death throes, but a silent and devastating descent into darkness.
Above the ruins, Zixia stood suspended in mid-air. Her countenance was solemn and dignified as she recited the ancient and obscure *Scripture of Salvation*, showering down a sacred golden rain of light; yet, deep within her alluring purple eyes, the ultimate pink desires of the *Six Desires Heavenly Skill* flowed.
The sacred and the demonic merged perfectly at this moment.
The Brahma cultivators who roared as they charged out of the warship, whether warriors wielding high-energy weapons or elders piloting mechs, saw their anger melt away like ice the moment they touched the golden, powder-like light. They involuntarily lowered their weapons, knelt, and their gazes shifted from confusion to absolute fervor and devotion as they prostrated themselves before Zixia.
Without lifting a finger, Heavenly Star changed hands.
The following day, Fan Xian, dressed in a magnificent red patriarchal gown, stood before the holographic broadcast camera and coldly declared to the entire star field: "The natives who invaded Paradise have been completely wiped out by our race! Although our ancestral land was damaged, we successfully intercepted the divine ingredients for refining the strongest evolution fluid!"
(End of this chapter)