The Monster is Coming

Chapter 355 Stop, you wicked creature! My mentality is exploding.

Monster world, the halberd that shatters the sand.

A figure, swept along by lightning, moved swiftly through the horde of monsters.

Every time the monster was about to hit, this figure could always sense the monster's attack trajectory in advance and dodge quickly.

With a wave of his hand, a fierce wind, infused with the power of thunder, swept across the area.

And this figure was none other than Minghou.

At this moment, he was engaged in a fierce battle.

Unaware that he had only left behind his guidance, the Book of Fate had already eagerly descended upon Earth according to his destiny's trajectory.

The sand trembled and crackled in the thunder, and Minghou's long, silvery-white hair, already soaked in the monster's blood, still danced wildly in the sandstorm.

The continuous high-intensity battles left no time to take any medicine.

The surrounding lightning winds had dimmed, and only three of the twelve wind pillars that had been released were still spinning and cutting.

He had already exhausted his mental energy in the process of tearing apart the defensive wall of the "Sand Hell Worms".

They had barely broken free when they were besieged by an even stronger horde of monsters.

This is the world of monsters; even in barren lands, a large number of powerful monsters lurk.

Feeling dizzy from the exhaustion of his mental energy, even his breath smelled burnt.

But his hands never stopped moving.

He raised his hand and released his mental energy to stabilize the thunderous tornado that was about to collapse. Then, he condensed another thunderous drill in his right hand and precisely pierced the eye socket of the "Crystal Armor Sand Lion" in front of him.

A deafening roar suddenly rang in their ears, and the massive body of the Crystal Armor Sand Lion crashed to the ground.

But the monster horde ahead surged in like a tide.

Each Crystal Armor Sand Lion has crystallized wings and flies at an extremely fast speed, making it impossible to avoid.

With a low growl, he chose to actively confront the monster horde.

The fierce wind and thunder exploded around him, unleashing a silver-blue interwoven flame, each collision tearing apart several monsters.

But more claws and fangs still managed to break through the lightning-based defenses surrounding him.

The sand lion's tail spiky ripped through his shoulder blade, while the acid sprayed by the crystallized insects that lived alongside the sand lion corroded his calves.

Just then, a sand lion with a hunting level of 48 rushed over and slammed into his chest.

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. His throat flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the rock wall below.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision began to blur, but he felt no fear.

He immediately activated the last of his spiritual power, allowing the power of thunder and evil to accumulate and rise within his body.

"If you want to eat me, you'll have to see if you have the appetite."

The two energies, under extreme compression, emitted a piercing buzz as they merged. The intertwined silver and blue flames no longer exploded outwards, but instead, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, they converged along the blood vessels towards the heart.

With the heart as the fusion point, Minghou transformed all his spiritual power into lightning energy and suddenly raised his head.

My gaze was fixed on the direction from which the sand lions were pouncing.

"Give it to me, blast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body transformed into a dazzling ball of light.

The Silver-Blue Thunder Fiend broke free from its flesh and blood restraints, and the shockwave it unleashed carved a circular trench several miles wide in the sand. The monsters that rushed forward didn't even have time to scream before they were torn apart by the intense light.

The Sand Lion Lord's hard crystal armor melted like butter in the raging lightning.

It tried to defend itself with its claws, but its bones were crushed by the lightning that burrowed through its claws.

When the sandstorm subsided, only a scorched, deep pit remained on the earth.

One hour later, the Sandbreaker Halberd spatial node.

The figure of Minghou appeared accompanied by white light.

My first exploration of the monster world as a player came to an end so casually.

He looked down at his perfectly intact hand, the tearing pain in his chest still lingering in his nerve endings.

Death was no longer the end for him, but merely the beginning of a new journey after a short wait.

Once a person of high status, every exploration outside the home felt like walking on thin ice.

Although the power of a demigod is strong, one must still be wary of potential deadly traps from the outside world.

In the monster world, there's always a higher mountain to climb.

Even demigods can be killed by unknown dangers.

Death means that all one's life's cultivation and efforts have been in vain, and it also means that one's destiny trajectory will be completely severed.

Back then, even when facing opponents weaker than himself, he had to proceed cautiously step by step.

They dared not take any risks.

But now, there's no need to worry about the destruction of the body.

Feeling the renewed vitality, Minghou felt a sense of openness and relief.

This is the confidence of a player—even death can be used as a bargaining chip.

In this monster-filled world, what is there that he wouldn't dare to venture into?

At this moment, the merchant who had hesitated before the unknown risks of the equivalent game vanished completely with the self-destruction of the Sand-Breaking Halberd.

Now, those reborn in the white light are players who dare to turn their bodies into weapons, dare to exchange death for victory, and dare to calmly start anew after destruction.

He turned and walked toward the teleportation center, his steps as light as if he had been freed from a thousand-pound shackle.

Through teleportation, Minghou's figure appeared in the central square of Dizhong Village.

Unlike the barren environment of the Sandbreaker Halberd spatial node, the scene in Emperor's Tomb Village is incredibly prosperous.

Players of different races were everywhere, and the spiritual energy in the air had increased more than tenfold.

All sorts of oddly shaped vehicles roam freely in this city.

After summoning the map and confirming the location, he headed straight towards the vehicle factory.

Next, he plans to build himself a simple flying vehicle.

While controlling the wind to fly is convenient, it requires a continuous expenditure of mental energy during flight.

Given the limited speed of mental energy recovery in the early stages, the importance of vehicles cannot be replaced by abilities.

Before long, he arrived at the vehicle manufacturing plant.

Upon entering the space, he selected the popular "hoverboard" vehicle template from the forum and generated it directly by consuming sacrificial power.

After completing the vehicle's construction, Minghou arrived at the cultivation tower and once again consumed sacrificial power to embed a spirit-level cultivation combat skill.

With the support of combat skills, the body tempering level can increase 24 hours a day by only consuming sacrificial power, saving the sacrificial power expenditure on body tempering level.

Having done all that, Minghou's next target was the pet store.

Before entering the game, he carefully reviewed the information on various growth-type pets, as well as the analysis posts from strategy players on the forum.

He was once a traveling merchant, traversing the world.

After seeing the information about the treasure-hunting mouse, I knew it was the pet I wanted to raise in the future.

The treasure-hunting rat's "spiritual perception" talent was practically tailor-made for him.

As you travel the world, whether venturing into dangerous places or exploring forgotten ancient ruins, having the treasure-hunting rat by your side will bring unexpected surprises.

A notification popped into his mind that the adoption had been successful, and Minghou turned and left the pet store space.

The next step is the creation of rune resonance weapons.

He planned to forge himself a weapon similar to the Scepter of Destiny, so that his abilities would be amplified by the rune resonance weapon.

During this time, notifications of successful sales from the trading house kept echoing in his mind.

The resources "given" by the Book of Fate are constantly being purchased by other players.

After touring the various functional buildings in Emperor's Tomb Village, the sacrificial power in my spatial bag not only did not decrease, but actually exceeded one million sacrificial power.

And it continues to grow as products continue to be sold.

As for the price at which resources should be sold, he had already learned about this in detail before entering the game.

He memorized all the product information compiled by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, as well as the "valuation formulas" for different types of products.

Although they already had some understanding of the value of different types of resources.

But before arriving on Earth, he had absolutely no idea about the value of the resources in the player faction.

It can be said that the valuation system within the player community is fundamentally different from that of the outside world.

For example, combat resources of the weapon type.

Apart from the rune resonance weapons produced by their own people, other types of weapons, even those left behind by the "Emperor" who was a demigod, are only considered transitional weapons by players.

It cannot be measured by the value of external resources.

If the sacrifice to the Emperor is made, the value of the goods will be cut in half again.

Having been a merchant who engaged in equivalent game theory, he understood that transactions were an important channel for resource income, so he would not make any mistakes in transactions.

Resources can be sold later, but never at a bargain price.

In his eyes, the monster world was not a game, and he would continue to explore it as a player for the rest of his life.

If you have no idea about the price of goods, you will have to pay a higher price to buy them, or sell precious resources at a low price.

This unnecessary waste, accumulated over time, will cause serious loss of sacrificial power.

As the core channel for player transactions, the trading post holds more important information about goods and services in his eyes than most strategy guides on the forums.

After fully equipping himself from head to toe, Minghou arrived at the Emperor's Tomb Village teleportation point once again.

Upon entering the teleportation zone, a dynamic map of all spatial nodes appears in your mind, which you can move around using your thoughts.

This time, he chose "Earthquake Coast," a map that was also open for this round of recruitment, as the area to explore and hunt next.

After a few seconds of waiting, he appeared at the spatial node along the Rumbling Coast.

The situation here is no different from that of the Sandbreaker Halberd spatial node.

Players were everywhere, having been resurrected. The teleportation plaza was still flashing white light, indicating that players who had finished their resurrection cooldown were returning.

Just as Life Throat was about to summon its flying skateboard to fly over the novice player's head.

Suddenly it dawned on me that I was so engrossed in the fun that I hadn't yet made any arrangements for the reception.

He decisively chose to log off at that moment.

As the countdown ended, Life Throat's consciousness returned to its original form.

As soon as he got up, the harsh air quality on Earth made him frown.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

He has already built an energy barrier that covers the entire city of Destiny, so that heavily polluted air from outside should not enter the city.

With doubts in mind, my senses spread out, sweeping across the City of Destiny.

It was discovered that apart from the 32 qualified clansmen still lying in the game pods, the whereabouts of the rest of the clansmen were unknown.

Even more strangely, many buildings in the city were damaged by external forces.

Even the energy barrier surrounding the city was shattered by external forces.

"not good!"

Minghou suddenly realized a possibility.

……

Half an hour ago.

Earth, 1 a.m.

Under the cover of night, the trading city resembles a lurking beast, with millions of lights resembling shimmering scales on its back.

Neon lights, like blood, meander and flow between skyscrapers, immersing the entire city in a colorful haze of light.

Hovering cars streamed along the streets, while virtual characters on holographic billboards tossed electronic ribbons into the night sky.

At this moment, on the observation deck atop a building in the trading city, a figure is overlooking the city's night view.

The hem of the silver robe was lifted by the night wind high in the sky, fluttering like the outstretched wings of an eagle.

The staff in his hand rested on the marble floor, the city's outline reflected in the crystal inlaid on the staff's head.

It wore a silver mask on its face, reflecting the ever-changing neon lights of the city.

The one who came was a person whose destiny had descended to Earth according to the horoscope of the throat.

"its not right."

The interplay of light and shadow on the mask eventually settled on a slightly helpless expression.

Just now, he thought there was a problem with the coordinates during the inter-space teleportation.

After all, the world beneath our feet is too barren.

It couldn't even nurture the spiritual veins of heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his index finger and gently drew a line in the air.

There were no expected energy ripples, no spatial tremors, only dry, lifeless air flowing through my fingers.

This world is as barren as a skeleton that has been drained of its marrow, unable to even resonate with the most basic elements. In this world, one can only consume the energy within one's body, but find it difficult to replenish it from the outside world.

The panoramic view of the city reflected in the crystal ball gradually came into view in his eyes.

Those endless stream of metal boxes could only float by the most primitive magnetic repulsion, without runes to guide them or spiritual energy to drive them.

It moves entirely based on the rudimentary physical properties of the world.

Holographic projections between skyscrapers are nothing more than a crude technique that is merely a mirage, not even worthy of being called the lowest level of illusion.

The carbon-based life forms that roam the streets are so weak that they don't even have the most basic spiritual energy channels, and their lifespans are as short as mayflies.

In the vast universe, a world where even the outlines of rules cannot be manifested is the lowest level of small world.

Without the tides of spiritual energy and the cycles of rules, how could one possibly create an opportunity to transcend the shackles of life?

Just like a stinking swamp, it is impossible for a true dragon to be born.

It was certain that this was not the world it was looking for, and the Dragon Sparrow Fate Master could never consider this world as the future.

Therefore, the teleportation coordinates it set must be incorrect.

The problem is that, through the rule imprints derived from his body, he repeatedly compared the trajectory coordinates left by the Dragon Sparrow Fate Master.

Every spatial node and every dimensional marker is accurate.

The virtual anchor point for positioning is indeed locked onto this barren world.

"Could it be that the coordinates left by the Dragon Sparrow's Destiny Master were flawed?"

This reminds me of what the Dragon Sparrow Destiny Master mentioned at the time: Fate is unpredictable, and opportunities are hard to fathom.

It decides to change the order of these coordinates and then perform another cross-space jump.

This will allow us to search for the small world where the Dragon Sparrow's destiny master resides.

But before doing so, the Book of Fate turned its gaze to the city beneath its feet.

Most worlds in the void are barren, devoid of life and spiritual energy, and the process of searching and jumping between them inevitably consumes enormous amounts of energy.

The spiritual resources he carried have all been given to the Dragon Sparrow's destiny master.

It cannot replenish energy from it.

Although the world beneath our feet is barren, it at least has material resources.

For example, the energy of Qi and blood.

The life force of hundreds of millions of living beings in the small world can replenish some of the energy consumed.

He decided to use this world as an energy replenishment station, which wouldn't waste much time.

Having made up his mind, his figure transformed into a streak of light and swept into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

The wind high in the sky made its silver robe flutter wildly, and the azure sea below looked like a shattered mirror. As it flew over the Mariana Trench, the Book of Fate suddenly hovered.

With a gentle tap of the staff, the sea surface instantly caved in, creating a perfect circle with a diameter of one kilometer.

He slowly descended into this waterless space, where the surrounding seawater was blocked by an invisible force field, forming a crystal-clear wall of water.

At this moment, the staff in Ming Shu's hand shone with a dazzling silver light, releasing nine beams of light that pierced into the seabed rock.

Upon landing, these silver rays transformed into nine silver pillars engraved with runes, their surfaces entwined with chain-like spiritual patterns.

As he continued to manipulate his staff to imprint runes, the silver pillars began to move, arranging themselves into a nine-square grid at the bottom of the trench.

Silver threads emerge between each silver pillar, weaving together to form a three-dimensional network covering the sea below.

Ming Shu removed his mask, revealing an unreal, handsome face. He opened his mouth and spat out a drop of golden blood into the array's eye.

boom!
The entire sea suddenly boiled, and countless deep-sea creatures instantly turned into a bloody mist.

These blood mists were drawn by the array, creating an even larger array structure on the seabed.

Ming Shu put his mask back on and looked with satisfaction at the array that gradually lit up beneath his feet.

As the nodes on the array are lit up one by one, the refining array will be formed.

Moreover, the formation is entirely driven by qi and blood energy.

The more sea creatures it refines, the stronger the formation will become, until it refines this small world into a blood crystal.

The subsequent refining process no longer requires its driving force and can operate autonomously.

……

At this moment, at the Lunar Security Center.

After noticing the violent energy fluctuations in the Pacific Ocean, the 11th governor, who was on duty, quickly pulled up satellite images to examine them.

Subsequently, a huge talisman array was discovered in the sky above the sea.

The satellite imagery then switched to energy scanning mode.

Instantly, the Pacific Ocean in the scene transformed into a deep blue energy field on the screen, while the area where the formation was located appeared dazzlingly silvery-white.

The array's structure is a three-dimensional network woven from over 60,000 silver chains, resembling a expanding silver heart. Each pulse triggers an energy tide within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the array is currently expanding rapidly over time.

The sudden anomaly made Governor No. 11 realize that another external force had invaded Earth.

It's still the most troublesome small-scale intrusion incidents.

They have long been accustomed to the arrival of foreign forces.

The forces that descend are divided into three types within the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The first category is transit forces.

These forces generally possess strong clan power, but they are not plundering forces.

When they encounter the Black Tide or other external crises, they have no choice but to abandon their home world and migrate.

After arriving on Earth and conducting initial environmental surveys, if they find that the Earth's environment is too harsh to meet their needs for habitation, they will quickly leave.

These types of forces have a high risk assessment, even though they are not predatory forces.

However, there is also a possibility that Earth will be used as a gas station.

Fortunately, this type of force appears very infrequently; since the Lunar Eclipse Clan created the Earth Alliance, it has only appeared once.

The second type of force is the stationed force.

These forces have reached their limit in building spatial channels, and once they arrive, they have no resources left to open new ones before leaving.

These forces are further divided into allied forces and plundering forces.

The first type is willing to integrate into the Earth Alliance and become a part of it.

The second type is those who are unwilling to share resources, choose to start wars, and want to become the masters of the earth.

Treat other Earth powers as nourishment or as slaves.

The third type of force is the small-scale invading force.

These types of forces are characterized by their extremely small size; they may even descend alone, breaking through spatial barriers.

Or a small team of two or three could infiltrate silently.

Unlike large-scale legions that need to generate stable spatial teleportation channels, they typically arrive by tearing open a spatial rift that can heal quickly.

Because the cracks exist for a short period of time, they are difficult to detect.

This "smallness" does not mean there is no threat; on the contrary, its high degree of concealment makes it even more difficult to guard against.

Their arrival is often without warning, neither causing significant energy fluctuations nor leaving obvious traces of invasion. Like a grain of sand falling to Earth, they can easily blend into the blind spots of major cities, and by the time they are discovered, they may have already planted unknown hidden dangers in some corner.

It is precisely because of its small scale.

Their behavior after arriving on Earth is impossible to monitor in a short period of time, which can easily plunge local areas into turmoil.

Clearly, this time it is the third type of force that has descended.

When it was discovered, a huge special array had already been generated on the sea surface.

Based solely on energy data, the threat level is extremely high.

Faced with a potential crisis, Governor No. 11 remained calm and solemnly pulled up detailed data on energy fluctuations.

"AI system, match with known energy database."

After the smart chip on the back of his neck flashed, the voice of the security center's AI rang in his ear:

[Matching in progress... Match found. The energy fluctuation frequency matches the energy fluctuations released by the Destiny Clan (Dragon Sparrow Clan) added to the database 32 days ago.]

Then, the image on the light screen appeared in front of Governor No. 11.

The above are curves showing the data of two energy fluctuations.

It can be observed that the energy fluctuations used by the beings that have descended this time are highly consistent with those of the Dragon Sparrow Clan.

As the governor, he knew the truth about the monster world.

They also understood that the 30,000 Dragon Sparrow Clan members who descended last time were actually a race of destiny that roamed the world through an equal value game in the monster world.

The data obtained basically confirms that the beings who have descended this time are members of the Fate Clan.

This problem is clearly beyond the capabilities of the Lunar Eclipse Clan to handle given their current military strength.

The factions that can establish themselves in the monster world possess individuals with terrifying combat power that surpasses even the Earth Alliance.

Without the slightest hesitation, Governor No. 11 chose to seek help from the Fate Clan.

Regardless of whether the beings that have descended this time are related to the Fate Clan.

Now that they have joined the Earth Alliance, the Fate Race should take action to deal with special crisis events in accordance with the "Earth Defense Mutual Assistance Treaty".

……

At this moment, inside the City of Destiny.

Thirty thousand pairs of silver-white eyes were fixed on the screen, their reflections showing the figures of their people who roamed the monster world.

A palpable longing permeated the air, as if even breathing carried a bittersweet envy.

Those who qualify are living out the life they've always dreamed of with every choice they make.

Unlike the Fate race, they are born with only one path to growth: becoming an "equivalent merchant."

Once you become a player, you can choose and master a complete set of rule powers at the start, and there are a wide variety of growth paths to choose from later.

The way of the warrior: to overcome skill with brute force.

The invulnerable barrier against all attacks (the barrier that absorbs damage).

The art of burning the heavens and boiling the seas (magic system).

The stealthy and unpredictable art of assassination...

Each path is a gateway to heaven, built from multiple rules, that they could never reach in their entire lives.

The screen reflected the faces of the Destiny Clan members, each one unable to hide their envy.

They were acutely aware that they were separated from their qualified clansmen by a vast chasm in terms of life level.

Like a school of fish trapped in shallow waters, gazing up at a true dragon that has already crossed the chasm.

My own physical self in reality is separated from these lucky individuals by a dimension of life.

Unless you can also obtain player status like them and become one of the lucky ones.

Currently, apart from these 33 clansmen who have obtained player status, they are all still tourists.

The next round of blessings from higher-dimensional deities may or may not arrive.

They could only follow their people's exploration and growth in the monster world by watching live streams.

Every frame of the scene filled the onlookers with envy.

Within the mental network, conversations frequently took place.

"That kid Mingzhuo is really lucky. He'll be in the top three of the event rankings after this round of hunting. I'm so envious."

"The feeling of freely exploring the monster world is so enjoyable, even just watching from the sidelines makes me happy. Death only has a one-hour cooldown. I want to be a part of that too."

"I don't know when the next round of qualification will be distributed. I hope that the great high-dimensional god can grant me, a lowly person, the qualification of a player. For the rest of my life, I will act according to your will and become your most devout believer (presses his hand on his forehead)."

"If I were eligible, I would like to send my original body to the monster world and slaughter it as a newbie gift pack, so that I can have a lot of sacrificial power to use at the start."

"If I were to qualify, my upgrade speed would definitely be twice as fast as 'Life Ton'. His control over the Fiend Wind is clearly not as proficient as mine. Why can't I be the one to qualify...?"

……

These were still members of the Fate Clan, who were tourists at the time. While watching their clansmen's live stream in the monster world, they would occasionally express their feelings.

Besides envy, I also felt a bit jealous.

In the words of one of their tribesmen, they were like beggars standing outside a glass window, watching helplessly as their fellow humans feasted in a banquet that only qualified players could enter.

They could only look at the screen and quench their thirst, their anticipation for becoming players had reached its peak.

As the person who came to determine the course of destiny said: This is the ladder to heaven that will rewrite one's fate.

At this moment, most of the clansmen's attention was focused on Minghou's live broadcast room, watching his figure dancing in the thunder and strife as he faced the monsters.

The resentment they once felt towards entering the swampy world has now transformed into a burning desire.

Only one thought came to mind:
One day, I too will climb this stairway to heaven and become a free and unrestrained player.

Just as the members of the Fate Clan were getting even more engrossed in watching, all the screens were simultaneously and forcibly redirected.

The sudden change left the members of the Destiny Clan somewhat bewildered.

But when they saw what was on the screen, they panicked completely.

What comes into view is a vast, turbulent sea.

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a blood-red array with a diameter of a thousand meters is slowly taking shape and rising from the seabed. Countless chains formed by silver spiritual patterns intertwine into a net, and the constantly emerging blood-red light outlines the refining array they are very familiar with on the sea surface: Blood Sacrifice to the Sky.

The 30,000 members of the Destiny Clan were instantly frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Then came a series of almost desperate screams that exploded across the mental communication network.

"It's that kid Ming Shu. What's he up to? Setting up a refining array here? Does he have a death wish?"

"Stop! You're going to ruin us!"

"You wretched creature, the Lord of Fate has given you the opportunity to defy fate and change your destiny, yet you choose to sever our future."

The older priest staggered backward, feeling as if his heart was about to explode with fear, while the young warrior clenched his fists tightly, his eyes almost spitting fire.

The Book of Fate's actions are tantamount to a provocation against higher-dimensional deities.

They're making fun of their future.

The next moment, all the Destiny Clan members who had been incorporated into the Earth Alliance went mad.

Thirty thousand tribesmen rose up simultaneously, disregarding the condition of the buildings, and burst through the walls to ascend into the air.

The spiritual energy in the city was instantly drained, and 30,000 silver rays pierced the barrier above the city like arrows, shooting towards the Pacific Ocean at such a speed that they created sharp sonic booms in the air.

All members of the Fate Clan shared the same idea.

Stop it!
at all costs!
They have finally gained a foothold on Earth and received the blessings of the higher-dimensional gods. They are about to embark on the path to heaven as "players".

If, due to a momentary recklessness in writing the Book of Fate, one offends a higher-dimensional deity, resulting in the entire race being stripped of their player status.

That would be a more cruel punishment than exile.

They could imagine what they would face the moment the blood sacrifice formation was fully formed.

Perhaps it was the wrath of a higher-dimensional deity.

The entire race will also vanish into the world in the wrath of the higher-dimensional gods.

They had just seen the hope of breaking free from their shackles on the endless climb, and their fingertips had just touched the wind of freedom.

The Book of Fate, upon its arrival, attempts to block the door to the future.

They even wanted to hold onto the embers and burn their future, along with them, to ashes.

That crimson array that was taking shape was clearly their epitaph.

Let them watch as all hope is crushed, and as they are swallowed by the endless abyss just as they are about to reach it.

During the flight, roars continued to ring out.

Thirty thousand members of the Destiny Clan flew with all their might, hoping to fly even faster.

……

the other side.

The command book was hung cross-legged above the great formation.

In the blink of an eye, the blood sacrifice array connected with his consciousness.

Just as it was about to activate the great formation, it suddenly sensed countless powerful auras locking onto it and rapidly approaching its location.

It suddenly raised its head and gazed into the distance.

A smiley face then appeared on the mask.

It suddenly realized that it hadn't come to the wrong small world; this was the aura of its people.

Just as he was about to get up to greet his people, he heard countless roars in his ears.

"You wicked creature, stop! Don't ruin my chance to reach the heavens!"

“You little beast of destiny, I’ll dig up your ancestor’s grave.”

With a roar, the Fate Meteor flying at the forefront suddenly accelerated by burning its life essence, and its huge fist rapidly enlarged in the blank pupils of Fate Book.

boom!
Ming Shu was sent flying backward by the punch. Before he could regain his footing, a barrage of punches rained down on him.

"Stop! You've misunderstood."

"That's what I'm doing. Do you know what you're doing? You almost ruined us."

Another heavy punch came from the side.

The body of the Book of Fate was surrounded and brutally beaten by 30,000 members of the Fate Clan, who treated it like a football.

The members of the Destiny Clan, still reeling from their shock, vented all their anger on the Book of Destiny.

To them, the act of writing the Book of Fate was utterly audacious.

If the blood sacrifice formation is activated, it will devour nearby cities and islands in a matter of moments.

At that time, the Fate Race will be the enemy of the Earth Alliance.

This means that their Earth Alliance citizenship will also be revoked.

Even more serious is the wrath of the higher-dimensional gods, which they simply cannot withstand.

At this moment, even killing the Book of Fate would not be excessive.

Faced with the onslaught of his clansmen, Ming Shu was powerless to resist. He could only curl up to reduce the area exposed to the force, and only one thought occupied his mind:
"Oh no, I'm afraid I've become a sacrifice lured and captured by the Dragon Sparrow lineage."

　Here's 8300 words. I've been quite busy these past few days, so updates might be a bit inconsistent.

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(End of this chapter)