Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

Chapter 131 Hunting High-Level Venerables

"Next, we need to find a high-level cosmic venerable!" Hu Yanbo's mind raced as he began planning.

Of the three repayment conditions given by the system, at first glance, for the vast majority of newly promoted Universe Venerables, creating the ultimate technique at the Universe Venerable level is actually the easiest and safest path.

Because this doesn't require risky battles; it only requires seclusion and diligent practice, relying on perseverance and comprehension, and can be completed over a long period of time.

But that's someone else!

Hu Yanbo has a clear understanding of himself.

His self-created secret technique has only reached the third level of the peak ultimate skill. It is still one step away from the "ultimate" level. Even though he has now perfected the spatial laws and has the help of the Lord of Desolation, it will still take at least a thousand years to push the secret technique to the ultimate level of the Venerable.

On the contrary, killing a high-level cosmic venerable might only take an instant!

With such a vast difference in strength, the battle is decided in the blink of an eye. Extremely efficient!

"Of course, the premise is that we can find a suitable target." Hu Yanbo frowned slightly.

High-level cosmic beings are not like cabbages; they won't just wander around in secret realms waiting to be killed.

"Where should I begin? Go to the ancestral mystical realm? Or—" He pondered quietly in this silent divine kingdom.

Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly, and he stopped cultivating.

Because he was connected to the consciousness of the virtual universe, he received an email notification marked as "high priority".

In his email settings, only important emails from a few close friends, or from his teacher Yuan Huang and the Lord of Desolate Mirror, can be filtered by the virtual assistant and directly interrupt his cultivation.

Consciousness rapidly connects to the virtual universe network.

"Hmm? Master of the Wasteland wants to see me?" Hu Yanbo looked at the email, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Virtual universe, the core palace of the glorious sacred mountain.

"Teacher," Hu Yanbo bowed respectfully.

"You little fellow, your reputation is now on par with those old-time cosmic overlords!" The Lord of Desolation rose from his throne, which radiated endless heat, and walked over with a smile, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

As one of the high-ranking leaders of the human race, he was naturally well aware of the series of storms that Huyanbo had stirred up within the Ancestral God Cult.

"It's all just hearsay and exaggeration from the outside world," Hu Yanbo said modestly.

"Hahaha!" The Lord of Desolate Mirror's laughter boomed, echoing throughout the entire palace. "Excessive humility is just arrogance. You're trying to pull that on me, kid?"

"Do you know that the three most powerful clans that are currently your enemies are already sharpening their knives, just waiting for the day you leave Purple Thorn Island!"

The Lord of Desolation's tone was somewhat grave: "The killing trap set for you this time is unprecedented in scale. It involves at least ten cosmic overlords!"

These figures are projections made by the cosmic rulers of the human race based on the current situation.

After all, beings at the level of cosmic overlords are pillars of their races, and their movements are extremely secretive. Even if the human race has insiders, it is difficult to reach that level.

However, if we put ourselves in their shoes, if another race had a figure as extraordinary as Huyanbo, they would also join forces with other races and send out astonishing power to suppress him.

The estimate of "more than ten" is reasonable.

After all, there are five cosmic overlords protecting Hu Yanbo!

"Hahaha—" Upon hearing this, Hu Yanbo not only showed no fear, but laughed instead. "They really think highly of me; they've gone to so much trouble!"

Upon hearing this news, Hu Yanbo's initial thought of venturing deep into the Ancestral Mystic Realm to search for his target immediately changed.

Faced with the combined attack of at least ten cosmic overlords, even if he was confident that his strength had greatly increased, he would never easily venture into the fray!

It wasn't cowardice, but rather that battles without sufficient gains were purely wasteful of time and energy, and Huyan Bo simply disdained to attempt them.

So what if we can defend against it!

Hu Yanbo's goal is not to defend against it!

"You're quite calm." Lord of the Wasteland shook his head as he looked at Hu Yanbo's relaxed expression.

"But you don't need to worry too much. You are still immortal, which is why they've made such a fuss."

"When you truly break through and become a cosmic venerable, you will then possess cosmic overlord-level combat power."

At this moment, the Lord of the Desolate Mirror was unaware that the essence of the life of the disciple standing before him had undergone a tremendous transformation.

In the virtual universe, even the Lord of Desolation could only sense that Huyan Bo's will and consciousness were more condensed and powerful than before.

However, in the eyes of the Lord of Wilderness, this could be completely explained as Hu Yanbo's will breaking through after experiencing a series of battles and triggering the treasure in the Ancestral God Sect. He would never immediately associate it with breaking through to the "Universe Venerable".

The reason is simple: the time was too short!

How long has it been since Hu Yanbo caused a stir by joining the Ancestral God Sect?

For powerful beings in the universe, even a short period of seclusion can last for tens of thousands of years.

Who can achieve such a life leap as becoming a Universal Venerable without quietly contemplating and undergoing a long period of seclusion to consolidate their understanding?

Even the most brilliant progenitor in the history of humankind spent a thousand years in seclusion to refine himself after breaking through from immortality to Venerable.

The same was true of the founder of the giant axe!

Not to mention Huyan Bo, whose talent is inferior to theirs!

"By then, the three top races will naturally cease their temporary alliance against you, or at least they will no longer maintain such a large-scale hunt."

"When Huyanbo was still immortal, the cost of killing him was relatively small, and the success rate was also higher, so the three races were willing to invest considerable resources."

But once he breaks through to become a Universe Venerable, his life level will leap forward, his strength will inevitably increase dramatically, and he will steadily step into the ranks of the Universe Overlords.

To effectively suppress it, the number of powerful individuals needed and the costs involved will skyrocket.

At that time, this fragile alliance will be difficult to maintain, and all parties will return to a more complex game of interests.

Therefore, "the Lord of the Desolate Realm solemnly said, "during this crucial period before you truly break through to the level of a Universe Venerable, your safety is of paramount importance."

"Either you stay safely in the Ancestral God Cult's palace, protected by the Five-Colored Aurora Lake; or you can use the Divine Kingdom teleportation to return to the core of my Universe Mercenary Alliance's Glory Secret Realm."

"As long as you stay in these two places, no matter how many powerful alien races are eyeing you covetously outside, nothing will happen!"

This is the safest method that the ethnic leaders have devised for Huyanbo after careful consideration.

Upon hearing this, Hu Yanbo nodded: "Disciple understands, thank you for your guidance, Master. I will act with caution."

The two chatted for a while about the situation within the Ancestral God Sect and the future allocation of resources for their clans. Then, Hu Yanbo respectfully took his leave and his consciousness exited the virtual universe.

brush!

Consciousness returned to reality, and the divine kingdom was transported back to the Ancestral God Cult Palace.

At this time, he had not yet moved to the island reserved for His Holiness the Protector of the Faith.

Hu Yanbo tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

"The plan the teacher proposed is indeed the safest," he thought to himself. "If I were truly an ordinary immortal who needed to go into seclusion to break through, this would undoubtedly be the best choice."

"But the problem is, I've already broken through!"

"Moreover, I urgently need to complete the system's mission, and I need the life of a high-level cosmic venerable to pay off my debt!"

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"It seems that traversing the Ancestral Mystic Realm is currently impossible!"

With a thought, Hu Yanbo's consciousness rapidly browsed the virtual universe network.

After the race became aware of his apparent strength, and with their authority further enhanced, he was able to access more detailed information about the various forces and universe lords of the primordial universe.

However, the more Hu Yanbo researched, the more troublesome it became for him.

"Tsk, the situation is more complicated than I imagined." He clicked his tongue in amazement as he browsed the vast stream of information.

The cosmic lords may seem like pushovers, but almost all of them live under the protection of the territories of the nine super powers or their top powers.

Those races that dare to survive alone in the secret realm are all under the protection of a cosmic overlord!

"It really wasn't easy!" Hu Yanbo sighed.

Within the framework of the original universe's order, once someone reaches the level of a Cosmic Venerable, especially one backed by a powerful force, there are many more considerations to take when trying to kill them.

Just as Hu Yanbo was about to temporarily change his mind about hunting other high-level cosmic beings, his gaze swept over a not particularly eye-catching race name on the list—"Thunderscale Clan".

From the Nine Realms Alliance!

"Hmm? The Thunderscale Clan—" Hu Yanbo raised an eyebrow, a sudden thought flashing through his mind, "I remember, among the kingly servants I enslaved, there seems to be one from this clan!"

When Hu Yanbo was roaming the outer battlefield, he enslaved too many gods of various races. Although the outer battlefield was mainly opened up by the four top races of humans, demons, insects and machines for training.

However, the universe is full of various races, and many other races and alliances also send some of their strongest members into the outer battlefields in order to hone their skills.

Therefore, Huyanbo also enslaved servants from non-elite clans on the battlefields outside the region.

His consciousness quickly connected with the servant he had subdued on the battlefield outside the realm, whose true form was an immortal member of the Thunderscale Clan.

Huyanbo equipped all his servants with anonymous accounts in the virtual universe. Even if they were separated by different star systems, as long as they were within the original universe, they could communicate in real time through the virtual universe.

A moment later, a light appeared in front of Huyanbo, and a temple could be seen faintly within the light. A figure appeared in front of Huyanbo through the teleportation of the divine kingdom.

The newcomer was a burly man whose body was covered with fine, dark purple scales, with faint arcs of electricity flowing around him. He was none other than the Thunderscale Clan's Immortal Servant, Thunder Prison King.

"Master," King Lei Yu bowed respectfully.

Hu Yanbo cut to the chase, pointing to the information about the Thunderscale Clan on the virtual projection and asking, "Thunder Prison, does your clan have a high-level cosmic Venerable named 'Thunder Fiend Venerable'?"

King Lei looked closely, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then answered with certainty: "Reporting to Master, Venerable Lei Sha is my teacher, and also one of the strongest Venerables of my Lei Lin Clan today."

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This is not surprising.

Most of the servants enslaved by Huyan Bo were at the level of a king.

For a weak race like the Thunderscale Clan, the number of Universe Venerables is extremely limited, and each one is a pillar of the clan.

Below the level of the Cosmic Venerable, those who reach the pinnacle of the King realm are all treasures of their respective races, and are the focus of the Venerables' cultivation. They usually become disciples of a particular Venerable.

Although theoretically, one can break through to the Venerable level at the peak of the King level, under the same circumstances, the King level limit with higher talent and deeper foundation is naturally more valued.

"Your teacher?" Hu Yanbo laughed upon hearing this, "That makes things even easier!"

"You should be able to easily reach your teacher, right?"

King Lei Yu nodded without hesitation, "Yes, Master! I am the strongest among all of Master's disciples, deeply trusted by Master, and have the authority to see Master at any time."

The horror of soul enslavement lies precisely in this.

The enslaved are completely distorted from the very origin of their souls to their will and emotions, and take the interests and will of their masters as the highest standard.

Although they retain their memories, knowledge, and abilities from their previous lives, all emotional bonds and concepts of right and wrong have been reshaped.

For soul slaves, when their master targets their closest relatives, parents, mentors, or friends, they not only do not feel pain or struggle, but they take it for granted and even actively offer advice and strategies, feeling honored to help their master achieve their goals.

It can be said that they are alive but dead; the living one is merely an absolutely loyal puppet.

"Very good!" Hu Yanbo nodded in satisfaction, his tone calm yet unquestionable, as if he were resolving a trivial matter. "In that case, let's go."

"Yes, Master!" Thunder King's eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

In a secluded secret realm far from the ancestral realm, within the territory of the Nine Domains Alliance.

A certain area of ​​this secret realm is shrouded in raging purple lightning year-round.

Thick purple and silver lightning bolts, like the whiskers of a giant dragon, tore through the sky and relentlessly bombarded the rugged, scorched mountain range below.

In the core area of ​​this Thunderous Wasteland, a majestic palace constructed of "Thunder Pattern Purple Gold" stands proudly, like the ancient abode of the Thunder God.

This is one of the important strongholds occupied by the "Thunderscale Clan," a member of the Nine Domains Alliance, in this secret realm.

At this moment, in the training ground deepest part of the palace.

Lightning crackled, and the laws of nature were subtly revealed.

"The key to cultivating the Law of Time lies in..."

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The low, thunderous sound echoed within the venue, drowning out the faint rumble of thunder coming from outside.

The speaker was a figure nearly five meters tall with an extremely robust and muscular build. His entire body was covered in thick, dark purple scales, the surface of which was naturally adorned with mysterious lightning patterns. At this moment, tiny electric snakes were crawling and leaping across his body.

His face was rugged, and his eyes seemed to hold the power of thunder and lightning as they opened and closed, radiating a chillingly fierce aura and a powerful pressure.

He was none other than one of the pillars of the Thunderscale Clan—Thunder Fiend Venerable.

He was hovering in mid-air, instructing dozens of immortal members of the Thunderscale Clan below.

These clansmen, the weaker ones being merely ordinary immortals and the stronger ones possessing the power to be enfeoffed as marquises or kings, were all listening intently, their eyes filled with awe.

Lei Sha Venerable, basking in the awe-inspiring gazes of his clansmen, was about to continue his explanation when suddenly...