Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

The Arctic Circle.

When the golden-horned behemoth landed on the ice field, Yan Ning immediately absorbed it into his inner world.

The vast wilderness stretches out before us.

The blizzard howled, and the world turned gray and white.

Visibility was less than 100 meters.

But for planetary-level spiritualists, vision is never an issue.

Yan Ning's mental energy spread out like a tide, revealing schools of fish beneath the ice, beast dens in the snow, and herds of animals roaming in the distance...

And those lord-level monsters lurking in the shadows.

"The density is not low."

Yan Ning frowned slightly.

The Arctic region is a harsh, cold place where food is scarce.

Logically, the monster density here should be much lower than in the tropical and subtropical regions of the south.

But at this moment, as he scanned the area with his mental power, he found that the number of lord-level monsters was no less than that of resource-rich regions like Sheng Hai and Bei Qin.

"That's definitely not normal."

Yan Ning did not investigate further.

Whatever the reason, once we deal with that white king beast, everything will naturally become clear.

He began to walk deeper into the Arctic Circle.

The tendrils of the Moyun Vine spread out from his collar, clinging to his body, ready for battle at any moment.

The sword was drawn.

The blade flashed past in the blizzard.

A lord-level monster hidden beneath the ice was cut in two before it could even let out a scream.

Blood began to spread across the snow.

Yan Ning strolled leisurely.

One cut, one head, without exception.

The monsters, drawn by the smell of blood, driven by territorial instincts, and simply wanting to attack any intruder, pounced on one after another.

Then, one after another, they fell.

In just a few hours.

Nearly 30% of the lord-level monsters on the outskirts of the Arctic Circle have been slaughtered.

......

The core of the Arctic Circle.

The white behemoth was suddenly awakened from its slumber.

It is now a size larger than it was six months ago, with a length of over 120 meters, and the electric arcs on its seven horns are darker and more densely packed.

Peak of the sixth rank at the planetary level.

They were just one step away from the seventh level.

But at this moment, it felt no joy of breakthrough, only anger.

An overwhelming rage.

It could sense that the presence of its people within its territory was disappearing at an alarming rate.

One head, two heads, three heads...

The lord-level creatures were killed, dozens of them.

Hundreds of beast generals died.

The number of beast soldiers was in the tens of thousands.

"Humans!!!"

The roar of the white behemoth shattered the ice, and the sound waves stirred up the snow within a radius of several kilometers, forming a white shockwave.

Did those humans launch a full-scale attack?

Anger burned within its chest.

Just right.

It's almost digested.

It raised its head, and the arcs of electricity on its seven horns lit up simultaneously, illuminating the entire sky with vibrant colors.

"Starting today, the reckoning begins."

It took a step and walked in the direction where the breath had disappeared.

With every step, the earth trembled.

With every step, the wind and snow retreated.

It wants to let this planet know who the real king is!

......

On the ice field.

A dark figure emerged from the heavy snow.

There was only one knife.

Yan Ning had already sensed the aura of the white behemoth, a peak sixth-tier planetary-level beast, even higher than Qin Mufeng had estimated.

But he did not slow down.

The golden-horned behemoth is waiting in its inner world, ready to strike at any moment.

Yan Ning wanted to give it a try first.

Try pushing your own limits.

Try the third move of the Nine Blades of Meteorite and see how much power it can unleash against a truly formidable enemy.

The drone rose from his shoulder and hovered in mid-air, its red indicator light flashing in the blizzard.

"Let's begin."

Yan Ning stopped and looked up ahead.

In the wind and snow.

A huge creature was walking towards him.

It is over 120 meters long, and its silvery-white scales gleam coldly in the snow. Different colored arcs of electricity are wrapped around its seven horns.

Her icy blue vertical pupils were staring intently at him.

"Human," the white behemoth spoke, its voice deep and thunderous, "you deserve to die!"

Its anger had reached its peak.

A mere second-tier planetary-level martial artist dared to venture alone into its territory and slaughter its people.

This is an insult.

This is a provocation.

This is... courting death!

The white behemoth gave its opponent no chance to react.

The seven horns lit up simultaneously, and seven arcs of electricity of different colors converged into a destructive beam of light, which shot toward Yan Ning with a deafening roar.

Yan Ning moved swiftly.

Choose to confront it head-on!

The first move of the Nine Blades of Meteorite Ink: Cutting Off the Flow.

The blade's edge sliced ​​through the wind and snow, precisely striking the weak point of the beam of light.

The beam of light was "cut in half" and turned into two torrents of energy that swept past Yan Ning and blasted two huge craters hundreds of meters wide into the ice field behind him.

The white behemoth's pupils contracted slightly.

This human is quite something!

But that's not enough.

Far from enough!

It opened its mouth, and a white, cold stream gushed out from its throat, freezing the air in its path and creating a frozen path.

Yan Ning did not retreat but advanced.

The second move of the Nine Blades of Meteorite: Breaking Army.

The blade's edge solidified and did not disperse, like an invisible spear piercing through the cold current, heading straight for the head of the white behemoth.

The white behemoth turned its head to dodge, but the blade still grazed its shoulder, shattering a large patch of silver-white scales, causing blood to gush out.

It cried out in pain, roared, and charged toward Yan Ning with its massive body moving at a speed disproportionate to its size.

Yan Ning took a deep breath.

His sword was held horizontally in front of him.

The Third Form of the Nine Blades of Meteorite: Annihilation!

There was no light or shadow.

Only an invisible "line" extended from the tip of the blade, slicing across the body of the white behemoth.

The white behemoth's charge suddenly halted.

A thin wound, as fine as a hair, appeared on its chest.

The wound wasn't deep, but...

It felt a fear it had never experienced before.

That cut wasn't "cutting" its body, but "erasing" its existence.

If its scales weren't so thick and its body so strong, this strike would have been enough to split it in two.

The white behemoth staggered backward, its aura suddenly weakening.

Three knives.

Only three cuts.

A human at the second level of the planetary realm defeated it head-on at the peak of the seventh level of the planetary realm.

"you..."

For the first time, fear appeared in the white behemoth's vertical pupils.

But the next second, fear turned into madness.

It roared to the sky, and the electric arcs on its seven horns exploded simultaneously, turning into seven beams of light that plunged into the sky.

The world changed color.

The blizzard suddenly stopped.

A terrifying aura rose from the white behemoth's body, its wounds healed at a visible speed, and the silvery-white light on its scales became even more dazzling.

Innate Arcane Art: Fury!

His aura rose from the peak of the sixth level of the planetary realm all the way to the eighth level of the planetary realm!

"Human, you have angered me!"

The white behemoth's voice turned hoarse and distorted, "I will tear you to pieces, ten thousand times!"

Yan Ning looked at the white behemoth whose aura was surging, and secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunately, I did not head north immediately after the Battle of Shenghai.

Instead, it took a month for the Golden Horned Beast to devour the Xuanhan Iron Ore Vein and the Iron Mother, and to master the third move of the Nine Blades of Meteorite Ink.

Otherwise, given the innate secret techniques of this king beast, even an ordinary martial artist at the eighth level of the planetary realm would suffer a great loss.

No, to be precise, based solely on the White King Beast's own strength, apart from Yan Ning, no one in the entire Azure Kingdom can rival it.

"but..."

Yan Ning's lips curled up slightly.

"You think you're the only one with a trump card?"