Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

Chapter 186 Bodyguard +1

"clang--!!!"

Another brutal collision!

Before the rampaging demon god could make another move, his majestic divine body was once again thrown backward like a kite with a broken string.

This time, they flew even further before finally stopping their decline.

"4%! Two strikes annihilated 7% of my divine essence?!" The rampaging demon god was utterly horrified.

This Blood Sea Demon Armor is his greatest reliance. Since he obtained it, he has gone through countless life-and-death battles, and even been besieged by several true gods. Never before has the demon armor directly annihilated so much of his divine power!

Although for the strongest beings in the universe, no matter how much divine power is annihilated, as long as the heart of the true god remains intact, it will not have any impact.

But a direct confrontation like this, where two material attacks directly annihilated 7% of the opponent's divine power, is unheard of!

This means that the mysterious strongest being in the universe can kill him.

The strongest, unfamiliar figure shrouded in gray mist did not attack again, but slowly withdrew his fingers: "Rampage, I'll give you time to think. One more strike."

"If there is still no reply."

"The next blow will kill."

The rampaging demon god felt completely dumbfounded; was the next attack going to kill him?

Reason told him that this was impossible! Even at his worst, he was still the strongest in the universe, protected by the "Blood Sea Demon Armor." Even if the opponent brought out the most powerful treasure weapon later, it would be impossible to kill him in one blow!

But his instincts screamed wildly, leaving him no doubt that the other party was truly capable of wiping him out completely with the next strike!

Just like the Blue-Eyed God, who died mysteriously in the inner domain of the Cosmic Ship!

Yes! Blue-eyed Allah!

A sudden flash of inspiration struck the rampaging demon god!

He finally understood!

Why would the Blue-Eyed True Lord suddenly and silently perish in a place like the inner domain of the spaceship?

The strongest mysterious being before us!

He was the culprit who caused the fall of the Blue-Eyed One!

We can't afford to mess with them! Absolutely not!

All the arrogance, resentment, and frustration of the rampaging demon god vanished instantly under the crushing force of life and death and absolute power.

He looked at the dark red figure in the distance and the mysterious strongest person shrouded in gray mist, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

My thoughts raced through a million times in a fraction of a second.

"I—I—" came the voice of the rampaging demon god.

"If you can ensure my survival through the next cycle of reincarnation, I, a demon god, am willing to protect you!"

After countless twists and turns, this seemed to be the only way out.

"Smart," Hu Yanbo said with a smile.

"I will be cultivating here for a while. You will stay nearby and keep watch to prevent others from disturbing me."

In the brief moment between the two true gods' battle, Hu Yanbo had already flown to the limit of his current willpower, a region with a time flow rate of about 12,000 times.

Upon hearing this, the rampaging demon god dared not be negligent in the slightest. He concealed the flamboyant golden light around him and quickly flew to a floating boulder about hundreds of thousands of kilometers to his side and landed.

"Actually," Hu Yanbo's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of amusement, "if you hadn't taken the initiative to show up, none of this would have happened!"

These words startled the rampaging demon god who had just settled down.

Did they just come to me on their own?

Upon closer reflection, it's true!

For a moment, the rampaging demon god felt a mix of emotions, including regret and resentment!

But there was also something to be thankful for.

"Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a bad deal?" the rampaging demon god thought to himself.

With a single finger from that mysterious powerful figure, the Demon God of Rampage knew that the other party did not seem to be from the Holy Land Universe.

"Those guys in the Holy Land Universe also have True Gods, but they don't have small universes, so their strength might not be as strong as mine. Even if they have more supreme treasures and can suppress me, it's absolutely impossible for them to annihilate 7% of my divine power with just two fingers through the Blood Sea Demon Armor like they did just now!" The Rampaging Demon God analyzed rapidly in his mind.

"Unless it's the very progenitor of the Holy Land universe who personally intervenes!"

The Holy Land's Founder!

If the Holy Land's progenitor were to feign an attack and possess such incredible power, it is indeed possible—

"But, if it really is the progenitor of the Holy Land—" The rampaging demon god was suddenly startled, and a chill rose up his spine once again.

"Wouldn't that be even more terrifying?!"

What was the identity of the founder of the Holy Land?

Why would someone take action for a "master of the universe"? And why hide it so deliberately in that world ring, as if it were his guard or trump card?

This speculation sent chills down his spine.

The rampaging demon god quickly shook his head, telling himself not to overthink it. No matter how you look at it, being a guard for such a being seems pretty good!

The rampaging demon god quickly shook his head, forcibly suppressing the terrifying speculation in his mind.

"Forget it, thinking about it anymore is pointless and only adds to the trouble. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, things have come to this. Being a bodyguard for this mysterious and unpredictable Lord of the Universe doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

"At least, the other party has demonstrated a strong possibility of fulfilling their promise!"

Just as the rampaging demon god was trying to convince himself and adjust his mindset, a world ring appeared on Hu Yanbo's hand. The power of the world surged, and a slightly dark figure appeared—it was Hu Yanbo's Nine Netherworld clone!

The Nine Netherworld clone appeared, then sat cross-legged, closed its eyes, and tempered its own will.

Then, Huyan Bo calmly said to the mountain dweller beside him, "Let's go. This place is temporarily in the hands of Hengxing."

The man sitting on the mountain nodded slightly.

"The mysterious strongest being who defeated the rampaging demon god with just these two fingers" is none other than the true form of the Mountain-Sitting Guest!

Of course, it is not its original life force.

After the fall of the Azure-Eyed True Lord and the capture of his divine body by Huyan Bo, the Mountain-Sitting Guest used his divine body as the core material to refine a special treasure similar to the "Blood Cloud Pearl," but of a higher level and with more powerful functions.

The mountain dweller then used this treasure to impersonate the true god of the gray mist.

With his status as the reincarnation of the Mountain-Sitting Guest God King and his profound understanding of laws and secret patterns, even without the most powerful treasures, it would not be difficult for him to unleash the attack power of the eleventh or even twelfth rank simply through secret techniques.

Of course, he can also unleash even more powerful secret techniques, but if he were to unleash even higher-level secret techniques, the consumption of divine power would be even more intense, so he would not use them unless absolutely necessary.

The rampaging demon god watched the two figures disappear completely, then looked at the figure sitting cross-legged, pondering to himself, "Is this an avatar of his, or another cosmic ruler?"

However, this question only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

Since he has been entrusted with guarding this place and protecting cultivation, he only needs to do his duty and there is no point in thinking too much.

"Fine, I'll just be a guard then." The Rampaging Demon God composed himself and completely concealed his aura.

On the other side, the two people had begun to gradually move away from the space of the black-patterned stone pillar.

The Mountain-Sitting Guest looked at Hu Yanbo beside him: "Reincarnated and reborn, only your will can inherit some of the foundation from your previous life. Your divine power, however, needs to grow together with your divine body in this life, starting all over again."

"Otherwise, there would have been no need for all that trouble; we could have simply enslaved and run rampant."

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Hu Yanbo understood what the hermit meant.

Willpower, which leans more towards the cohesion and height of spirit, belief, and cognition, is a manifestation of "resilience" and can be preserved in the secret arts of reincarnation.

Soul-based methods, on the other hand, are based on divine power. After the reincarnation of the Mountain-Sitting Guest, he followed the path of laws to become a true god, but his divine power was only so-so.

Although he could easily use eleventh or twelfth-tier soul techniques, it was clearly impossible to forcefully attack a True God who possessed Void True God-level armor.

As for using his true trump card—a will attack—the result would not be enslavement, but rather, like the Blue-Eyed God, direct will annihilation.

That's why there were two material attacks, leaving one chance. If Hengxing refuses, a secret technique of will will send him to reincarnation.

"It's alright." Hu Yanbo waved his hand upon hearing this. "As long as the goal is achieved, the process is not important."

"The biggest variable in choosing this place for cultivation was that Hengxing might come along out of boredom and look for some fun."

"Either make him one of our own, or make him a dead man."

"And he chose to become one of our own."

Hu Yanbo never worried that the rampaging demon god would rebel afterwards.

Faced with a disparity in strength and the temptation of life, the probability of a true god suddenly having a brain fart and choosing to betray is so low as to be negligible.

Therefore, they did not force the other party to open their mind and plant the mark of enslavement.

So this "our own people" mode is fine.

"Next," Hu Yanbo said to the reclusive guest beside him, "I will, in my capacity as the Lord of the Blood Cloud Palace, make my mark in this inner domain of the cosmic ship. It's time to let all sides of the cosmic sea know the name 'Blood Cloud.'"

Neither of these two actions involved any powerful figures from the primordial universe, so the identity of "Blood Cloud Palace Master" remained unknown.

"Okay." The mountain dweller nodded.

"Then I will enter your 'Palace of All Things.' Call me again if needed."

The Mountain-Sitting Guest was secretly quite pleased with his identity as a "thug".

Hu Yanbo's use of the phrase "the more impolite he was, the more natural it seemed" precisely illustrates the depth of their relationship.

"The deeper the bond, the greater the likelihood that he will agree when I make that request in the future." The Mountain Guest sat cross-legged in a quiet space within the Wanxiang Palace, pondering this.

"Unfortunately, if I could give him the 'Star Tower,' the chances of him agreeing to my request would be much higher."

The Star Tower was the last weapon he forged when he was still a God King. During its forging process, an incredible golden light was incorporated into it, making it impossible for even the forger to see through when the tower was finally completed.

Its power far surpasses that of ordinary divine king main weapons.

It might even be the ultimate weapon. If it can be paired with Huyan Bo, who is suspected to be the embodiment of the primordial cosmic will, its future potential is limitless!

When that time comes, if he raises his demand for revenge again, Huyanbo will probably have no reason to refuse.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity—" The mountain dweller shook his head inwardly, burying this regret deep in his heart.

After all, even he, the founder, could not change the conditions for the Star Tower to recognize its master.

As for disciples?

"Disciple?" The thought flashed through the mind of the mountain dweller.

"To train a disciple capable of killing the three god-kings of the 'Food Kingdom'?"

"It's so hopeless it's almost despairing."

"Rather than pinning our hopes for revenge on training an unknown disciple, it's far better to seize this opportunity."

"At least, after developing a deep bond with him, the possibility of asking him for help is much greater and more realistic than cultivating such a disciple." The Mountain Guest reaffirmed this judgment in his heart.

"Practice what you preach, demonstrate your value, and deepen relationships"—this is the most pragmatic choice right now.

Time flies, and within the cosmic vessel, chaotic currents surge eternally, oblivious to the passage of years.

Thousands of years have passed since Hu Yanbo officially began his adventures in this ancient warship's inner domain as the "Lord of the Blood Cloud Palace".

Over the millennia, the infamous reputation of the "Lord of the Blood Cloud Palace" has long since transcended the primordial universe.

Throughout the entire Cosmic Sea intelligence network, "Lord of the Blood Cloud Palace" has become a fearsome figure that inspires terror!

Without relying on supreme treasures, he can unleash the terrifying combat power of a sixth-order universe master solely through his own strength!

His ever-evolving and unpredictable fusion of the strongest secret techniques, combined with his strength, makes fifth-order universe masters extremely cautious. Fourth-order universe masters, once they encounter him, often find it impossible to even hold out until reinforcements arrive, and can only perish in despair.

Over the course of thousands of years, as many as five cosmic rulers have fallen at his hands!

Such a record and such ferocity meant that even fourth-order universe masters had to travel together inside the spaceship.

On the other hand, thousands of years have also transformed the Earth from a primitive state of eating raw meat and drinking blood to a time of intense intellectual exchange and debate.

On this day, as the sun set, the fading light, like blood, dyed the clouds on the horizon a poignant purple-gold.

At the end of a winding, dusty ancient road heading west, an old man with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and dressed in coarse linen clothes rode a blue ox slowly along.

The old man's eyes were cloudy yet seemed to see through the ways of the world, and his aura was naturally harmonious.

Hangu Pass was already behind us, becoming a blurry outline on the horizon.

The old man sat on the back of the ox, glancing back at the majestic pass that was gradually receding into the distance. There was no sorrow of parting in his eyes, only a clear tranquility and a faint hope for the future.

Not long ago, in a secluded valley far from the road to the west, a game of chess and a few words from a person who called himself "Xuan Yi" completely shattered the boundaries of his previous understanding.

The pine needle that swirled naturally in the other person's fingertip, its trajectory mirroring the breath of heaven and earth, and the seemingly mundane words about "phenomena and underlying principles," struck him like a thunderbolt, shattering the thick callus of "common sense and limitations" in his heart.

"But beyond this realm, there exists an even greater universe."

"Beyond humanity, there exists a higher path; are you willing to pursue it?"

Xuan Yi's words still echoed in my ears.

"The Dao is so far away, though it is separated by billions of stars and endless time, my heart yearns for it, and I am willing to devote my whole life to its pursuit," the old man thought to himself.

Just as he rode his blue ox, completely away from Hangu Pass, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in the contemplation and reflection on the principles revealed by the Book of Changes.

The direction he departed was filled with endless purple clouds, which seemed to have sprung up and gathered from nowhere, like rivers flowing into the sea, and as if they had a spirit, they spread towards his westward journey!

This purple aura was no ordinary sunset; its color was pure and noble, its texture was ethereal and vibrant, containing a vigorous vitality and an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility.

The purple aura stretched far and wide, covering the entire sky for 30,000 miles, turning half of the sky into a sacred purple-gold ocean!

Later generations all said that "purple aura came from the east for 30,000 miles, and the sage passed through this place on his westward journey."