Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

It exploded.

Like a silver-white flower, it bloomed instantly in the center of the battlefield.

Each vine is hundreds of kilometers long, with spiraling golden patterns flowing across its surface, and its ends split into countless tiny tendrils.

A cosmic aura!

It's not just a first-order being; it's a terrifying existence capable of crushing a sixth-order being at the cosmic level.

Seventy-two.

Each one is a cosmic-level powerhouse!

The moment the vines unfurled, the air within a radius of hundreds of kilometers froze.

Everyone froze in their tracks.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move.

That oppressive force, as imposing as a mountain, pressed down on the souls of every celestial being, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

"Universal...cosmic level..."

"Seventy-two...all cosmic-level..."

"What kind of monster is this...?"

Terrified cries rang out from all directions.

Yan Ning stood in the center of the throne woven from vines, looking down at the four thousand five hundred people below.

"kill!"

One word.

Seventy-two vines fell at the same time.

It wasn't the previous kind of waving; it was stabbing.

The silvery-white vines pierced through the crowd like lightning, each one precisely striking a target.

It pierced through the chest, drained the blood, emptied the primal energy, and then pulled out!

The whole process took less than half a second.

The first batch, 720 people, died!

Seven hundred and twenty holes appeared on the battlefield, and blood mist filled the air.

"Run!"

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted first, but then everyone started running.

But the vines were faster than them.

Seventy-two vines weaved through the crowd, each piercing taking away a group of lives!

There was no scream, because the vocal cords snapped the moment the vine pierced the throat, and there was no time to make a sound.

There was no blood, because every drop had been drained.

There were no corpses, because after being drained, the digestive juices secreted by the vines broke down the remains into the most basic particles.

The second batch, 720 people, died.

The third batch, 720 people, died.

The fourth batch, consisting of 720 people, died.

In less than five minutes, less than half of the 4,500 people remained.

Red Tiger's eyes widened in terror, his whole body trembling. He tried to run, but a vine pierced his heart from behind.

On his deathbed, he finally understood one thing:

It turns out that the calmness of the person in front of me was not a pretense, but an indifference that looked down on ants!

The tentacles of shadow contracted desperately, trying to escape into the shadow space.

But a silvery-white vine followed him in, wrapped around his neck, and gently tightened its grip.

The strongest member of the Void Order on this trip is dead!

Mo Lin stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, trembling all over.

His plans, his maps, his ambitions—all are worthless in the face of absolute power.

How could this be? How could it be cosmic level!

"You...you can't kill me...I have a map...I know the secret of the Flower of Heritage..."

Yan Ning looked down at him.

"unnecessary."

Even if you die, your things will still be mine.

The vines fell.

Mo Lin's body turned to ashes, and a yellowed animal hide map floated out from the ashes.

Yan Ning reached out and caught it, glanced at it, and put it into his spatial ring.

......

The battle is over.

From start to finish, it took less than ten minutes.

Four thousand five hundred eternal star-level ninth-tier beings, all dead!

On the scorched earth, there was not a single corpse, not a single drop of blood.

Only ashes remain.

And the lingering smell of blood in the air.

The seventy-two silvery-white vines slowly retracted and shrank into Yan Ning's collar.

He stood in the center of the open space, his armor tattered, his body, which was originally covered in wounds, instantly returned to normal, without leaving a single scar.

No one dared to approach.

It turns out, from beginning to end, it was all that man's fishing operation!

Ruthless.

cruel!

More than four thousand fourth-tier Eternal Star level beings, they're all fucking dead!

……

far away.

Those independent cultivators and small factions who did not participate in the siege stared blankly at this scene.

Some people collapsed to the ground, while others trembled all over.

"Four...four thousand five hundred people...just like that, gone?"

"One person... he killed four thousand five hundred level nine Eternal Star cultivators all by himself..."

"He's not human...he's not human..."

The Iron Hand family members stood at the farthest point, while Iron Bone Mountain's face was deathly pale.

His hands were shaking.

The Iron Hands family uses their hands as weapons, and is known for their ability to shatter stars with their fists.

But at this moment, his fists were not clenched.

Because of fear.

Because he knew that in front of that person, fists were no different from paper.

Thankfully, he didn't get involved with the Chifeng Mercenary Group, otherwise, it would have been the Iron Hand family who died!

……

Yan Ning ignored those gazes.

He turned and looked at the flower of flames.

The petals are slowly opening.

Countdown, reset to zero.

He strode towards the center of the petals.

Behind them, blood rain, congealed in the gray mist, fell from the sky and landed on the scorched earth, converging into dark red streams.

The land was scorched and barren, and blood rained down from the sky.

One person, seventy-two vines, four thousand five hundred people.

Kill them all!

......

Perhaps the Flower of Flames felt the baptism of slaughter, or perhaps it was just the right time.

Towering, expansive flame flowers bloom!

A crimson, ghostly light flashed wildly.

The petals, with a radius of ten meters, were used to guide the top 1000 participants. After a massacre, less than half remained.

......

Inside the Flower of Heritage.

There was no lava or gray fog as I had imagined, only a vast, eerily silent expanse.

Yan Ning looked around.

The inner side of the petals is a translucent reddish-gold color, like solidified amber, with the surging flames faintly visible on the outside.

The space was ridiculously large, enough to hold millions of people, but at this moment he was all alone.

None of the top 10,000 strong individuals, those who desperately climbed up the leaderboard, were there.

Only one person is allowed to enter the Flower of Flames.

Or rather, it's waiting for someone.

A phantom image appeared.

No longer the ferocious roaring creature it once was, it emerged step by step from the void, like a traveler stepping out from a time millions of years ago.

The leader of the fire dock.

Four arms hung naturally at his sides, and the four pointed horns on his head gleamed with a dark golden luster.

Its body shrunk to the size of a normal person, and its face was no longer distorted.

Instead, it was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were high, and there was an old scar on the corner of his mouth that stretched from his ear to his jaw.

His eyes were calm, so calm that they didn't seem like those of the vengeful spirit who roared, "Graylight, you deserve to die!"

"You...aren't you afraid of me?"

Huo Wu tilted his head and sized up Yan Ning.

Yan Ning thought to himself: You are just a realm lord, and you have been dead for millions of years. Why should I be afraid of you?

At the very least, he should be a hegemon of the Chaos City Lord level to make me nervous, right?

Ahem, that was a bit of an overstatement. Yan Ning knew his own strength all too well.

of course.

You can't say that out loud.

Yan Ning said without changing his expression, "Of course I'm afraid, but there's no use being afraid, so let's just leave it at that."

Huowu stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly laughed.

A laugh that comes from having seen it all, from finding a young person's clever tricks amusing.

Huowu shook his head: "Although I am just a wisp of remnant spirit right now, I can still sense whether you, little guy, feel any fear in your heart."

"You're not afraid at all, I even feel... you're a little disgusted with me?"