Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

Yan Ning opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

His gaze swept over the members of the Red Peak Mercenary Group and the Void Cult, finally settling on Mo Lin.

"The Crimson Peak Mercenary Group? The Void Cult?"

"Are you going to get involved too?"

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"I'll give you three seconds to think it over. If you leave now, I might spare your lives."

The entire room fell silent.

Then bursts of laughter erupted.

"Three seconds? Who does he think he is? A domain lord? A world lord?"

"A fourth-tier Eternal Star level cultivator against three thousand five hundred ninth-tier Eternal Star level cultivators, and you still want to spare our lives? That's laughable."

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

Chi Hu stepped forward, crossed his arms, and looked down at Yan Ning: "Boy, my Chifeng Mercenary Group has no grudge against you, but the Huanxin Clan offered a good price."

If you know what's good for you, end it yourself to avoid suffering.

Yan Ning's gaze swept over Chi Hu and then landed on the shadow.

The shadow did not speak, but tentacles slowly emerged from beneath the black cloak, demonstrating its stance through action.

Mo Lin stepped forward and sneered.

"Why waste so much breath? Killing you will bring me an opportunity, it's that simple."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "You should ask my Illusionary Heart Clan how much benefit they gave up to persuade these two families!"

But Mo Lin was not blinded by anger.

He also had his own considerations.

By killing Yan Ning and relinquishing the benefits, one can also have a chance.

As long as they obtain the inheritance of the Fire Dock Realm Lord, the Crimson Peak Mercenary Group and the Void Cult will have to make him pay back double what he has eaten today!

He still has one trump card up his sleeve.

Just as they approached the Flower of Flames, the ancient map found on the crashed spaceship suddenly reacted.

The previously blurry markings on the map began to flash, pointing towards the depths of the Flame Flower.

That is where the true legacy of the Fire Dock Realm Lord lies!

Mo Lin became even more certain that as long as he dealt with the biggest variable, Yan Ning, the Fire Dock Realm Lord's legacy would be his for the taking!

to this end.

He had to put on a good show in front of outsiders.

He made Red Tiger and Shadow think that he was just a fool blinded by hatred, and that he simply wanted revenge.

Lower their guard.

Once Yan Ning dies, once the Flower of Inheritance blooms, once the map guides him to the true treasure…

When the time comes, he will get back all the profits from today's sale, including the principal and interest!

Whether the plan is rough or the time is tight, it doesn't really matter.

Once Yan Ning dies, the plan will be more than half successful.

The success rate is not low!

……

Yan Ning looked into Mo Lin's eyes.

Those eyes held hatred, scheming, greed, and confidence.

But there was no fear.

"Looks like they're not planning on leaving."

Yan Ning withdrew his gaze and swept it over the members of the Chifeng Mercenary Group and the Void Cult.

"Since that's the case..."

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Don't leave later."

Red Tiger's voice was cold and hard: "Boy, you're about to die and you're still being stubborn, attack!"

Mo Lin waved his hand: "Illusion Heart Clan, make your move!"

The shadow did not speak, but black tentacles had already emerged from under the cloak, silently spreading towards Yan Ning.

Three thousand five hundred figures moved at the same time.

Mo Lin walked at the front, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse: "Yan Ning! You killed my people without cause, you deserve to die!"

Yan Ning opened her eyes and glanced at him.

"Without cause? Your Illusion Heart Clan attacked me first, and now you're telling me it's without cause?"

Mo Lin's expression changed, but he quickly regained his ferocious look: "Enough nonsense! You're not leaving today!"

The 2,500 members of the Chifeng Mercenary Group pressed forward from the front, their swords flashing and their shadows surging like a tide.

Five hundred members of the Void Order flanked them from both sides, black tentacles emerging from the shadows to block their retreat.

Five hundred members of the Illusionary Heart Clan formed a rear guard, their eerie green illusionary light spreading across the sky and turning the entire battlefield green.

Surrounded on three sides, with no blind spots.

Yan Ning drew his sword and advanced instead of retreating.

The first strike landed on the frontmost member of the Chifeng team.

People flew, blood splattered.

The second strike severed two void tentacles.

The third strike cleaved through an illusionary light barrier.

But there were too many people.

They keep coming one after another; you can't kill them all!

Yan Ning began to retreat.

One step, two steps, ten steps, a hundred steps.

The first crack appeared on his armor, and his left arm was cut by the blade's energy, with blood dripping down his fingers.

"He's injured!" someone shouted excitedly.

"Back off! He's backing off! He can't hold on any longer!"

"Give it your all, kill him!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Mo Lin stood behind, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

not enough!

He hasn't revealed his true colors yet.

Chi Hu frowned. It was too easy. How could someone who could kill seven hundred members of the Illusion Heart Clan be forced to retreat so easily?

But he did not call a halt.

Because no matter what trump cards Yan Ning has, 3,500 men are enough to deal with any unexpected situation.

……

"By the resources of this realm within a realm, whoever kills Yan Ning will receive one hundred billion Qianwu coins!"

Mo Lin's voice echoed across the battlefield, "My Illusionary Heart Clan will do everything in our power to ensure he reaches the cosmic level!"

With such a generous reward, brave men flocked to him.

Those independent cultivators who had been watching from afar instantly turned red in the eyes.

One hundred billion Qianwu coins.

What does that mean? It's enough for a star level cultivator to reach the first or even third level of the cosmic level!

Not to mention the promise made by the Illusion Heart Clan themselves!

"Let's give it our all!"

"There are so many people already, one more won't make a difference!"

"Why not take advantage of the chaos and maybe get lucky?"

Three hundred men rushed into the battlefield from the perimeter and joined the siege.

Yan Ning retreated faster, and more and more cracks appeared on his armor, staining half of his body with blood.

"He's dying!" someone shouted.

"Keep it up!"

Another seven hundred people poured in.

A total of 4,500 people surrounded and attacked Yan Ning alone.

The scorched earth, stretching for tens of kilometers, was densely packed with human figures.

Blades flashed, sword shadows swirled, tentacles lashed out, illusions swirled, energy cannons roared—a barrage of attacks rained down.

Yan Ning darted left and right through the crowd, each swing of his knife taking a life, but his wounds multiplied, and his retreating steps became increasingly erratic.

"Hahaha! First place? Nothing special!"

"Today is your death day!"

The jeers and jeers of the crowd rose and fell.

A slight smile finally appeared on Mo Lin's lips.

No matter what trump cards you have, 4,500 eternal level 9 rank 4 ...5 rank 4 rank 4

Chi Hu's brows relaxed a little; perhaps he really had been overthinking things.

The tentacles of shadow weaved through the crowd, their gaze fixed on Yan Ning's eyes.

Those eyes…

It's too peaceful.

Despite suffering such severe injuries and being surrounded by so many people, there was no fear, no anger, and not even tension in his eyes.

Only peace.

It's like a stagnant pool.

The shadowy tentacles suddenly retracted: "Wait, something's not right..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yan Ning burst into laughter.

The kind of laughter a hunter makes when he sees his prey step into a trap.

Just kidding.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

then.

Seventy-two silvery-white vines burst open from his collar!