Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

The white behemoth's pupils suddenly contracted.

In its perception, a powerful aura suddenly appeared behind that weak human, an aura that made its very soul tremble.

It's not about being powerful.

It's... suppression!

An irresistible, absolute suppression originating from the depths of one's bloodline!

That is the chasm etched into the genes between predators and prey!

Blind spots of drone photography.

A dark golden figure emerged from Yan Ning's shadow.

It's not very big, just over two meters tall.

Its entire body was covered in jet-black scales, and a spiral-shaped golden horn grew on its forehead.

Its golden vertical pupils stared coldly at the white behemoth.

The Golden Horned Beast.

Planetary level, eighth order.

The pinnacle of cosmic lineage.

The white behemoth's body froze.

It wanted to run, but its legs were trembling and its soul was screaming!

Every cell in it was telling it—run! Run! That's something you can never defeat!

But they can't escape.

The golden-horned behemoth didn't even make a move.

It simply stood there, radiating the pressure of its bloodline.

The white behemoth seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Yan Ning did not waste this opportunity.

The swords are drawn once more.

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

At the same time, the 196 blades of the arc blade disc transformed into a silver torrent, drilling into the white behemoth's mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and wounds.

A two-pronged approach.

with full force.

The blade flashed across the white behemoth's neck.

The silverfish strangled it inside its skull.

The white behemoth's body convulsed violently, letting out a short, unwilling roar.

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then.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A colossal object, 120 meters long, crashed onto the ice field, raising a cloud of snow and mist.

Fresh blood gushed from its seven orifices, staining the surrounding ice and snow crimson.

The eighth-tier planetary-level king beast, the most terrifying existence on Azure Star, couldn't even last a single round!

The suppression from the Golden Horned Beast's bloodline turned its talents, strength, and fighting instincts into a joke.

Yan Ning sheathed his sword.

The drone slowly descended, its red indicator light still flashing.

"Our biggest threat has finally been dealt with."

......

Yan Ning retrieved the drone and stored it in the system space.

This footage is enough to reassure the people of Blue Sky.

Yan Ning glanced at the golden-horned behemoth clone that was dozing on the ice field; the creature had no interest in the white behemoth's corpse.

After devouring the Xuanhan Iron Mother, the flesh and blood of ordinary king beasts no longer tasted good to it.

"Moyun, I'm leaving it to you."

The Moyun Vine burst forth from Yan Ning's collar, its tendrils growing wildly as it lunged at the corpse of the white behemoth.

The life essence of a ninth-tier planetary-level king beast is priceless to the Moyun Vine. As the golden patterns on the vine appeared, its aura began to rise rapidly.

Planetary level, fifth tier, peak fifth tier, sixth tier...

When the white behemoth's corpse was sucked into a withered shell, Moyun Teng had already firmly stood at the sixth level of the planetary realm.

"Not bad." Yan Ning patted the Moyun Vine's tendrils. "It wasn't a waste of time to raise you."

The cloud-patterned vine conveyed a satisfied thought: "Master! It's so delicious! Is there any more?"

"That's all."

"But there might be something else underground."

Yan Ning's gaze fell to his feet.

The abnormal evolution of the white behemoth, the abnormal monster density in the Arctic Circle, the Wood Crystal, the Xuanhan Iron Ore Vein...

The source of all this must be right here.

"We should investigate this thoroughly."

......

Ground.

Twenty kilometers.

Yan Ning's main body descended downwards.

The Black God Suit insulated him from the underground temperature, and the Moyun Vine vines clung tightly to his body, providing him with extra protection.

The further down you go, the greater the pressure becomes.

The deeper you go, the lower the temperature becomes; the deepest parts of the earth are actually colder than the surface, which is abnormal.

There's something there.

Yan Ning scanned the rock strata ahead with his mental energy and sensed an unusual hollow area.

He sped up.

Swords cleared the way, and silver fish swept away the rubble.

at last.

When the last layer of rock was broken through, a building appeared in front of Yan Ning.

To be more precise, it is a scale.

A huge, blue, scale-like fragment...

It was embedded diagonally in the rock strata, with only about ten meters square above the ground, but Yan Ning could sense that it extended downwards for at least several thousand meters.

The surface is as smooth as a mirror, without any trace of splicing.

Material unknown.

But to withstand such immense pressure at a depth of 20 kilometers underground without sustaining any damage, the material must be at least at the level of a star.

"What...is this?"

Yan Ning walked around the scales but found no entrances, gaps, or energy fluctuations.

It sits here quietly, like an ordinary stone, having existed for countless millennia.

"Golden Horn".

Without hesitation, Yan Ning released the Golden Horned Beast from his inner world.

If even the Golden Horned Beast can't bite this thing, then he really has no way to deal with it.

The moment the golden-horned behemoth landed, Yan Ning's consciousness suddenly sank.

Illusion.

Endless darkness.

In the darkness, a voice rang out, old and weary, with a hint of barely perceptible joy.

"Finally... someone has arrived."

Yan Ning's consciousness quickly searched through the inherited memories of the Golden Horned Beast and soon found the corresponding information.

Cosmic-level flesh-and-blood life form: the Illusionary Heart Clan.

Skilled in soul attacks and illusions, they feed by devouring the consciousness of other lives.

The "voice" before us is a fragment of consciousness left behind after the death of this cosmic-level Illusion Heart Clan member.

It is not completely dead.

Or rather, it is waiting for an opportunity, a chance to be resurrected.

The white behemoth is its chosen host.

Those wooden crystals were also deliberately spread by it to accelerate the growth of the white behemoth so that it could possess it at the right time.

But it didn't expect that the white behemoth would be killed by Yan Ning.

To everyone's surprise, it wasn't an ordinary king beast that arrived, but a giant beast with golden horns.

The pinnacle of cosmic lineage.

Its fragments of consciousness were utterly unable to shake the core of the Golden Horned Beast's soul.

"Young man," the voice of the Illusion Heart Clan echoed in Yan Ning's mind, carrying a clear hint of flattery, "Let's make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"Let me out. I have a sum of money in my account at the Cosmic Bank. It's not much, but enough for you to live a good life in the universe. I can give you the account number and password."

Yan Ning remained silent for a moment.

"How many?"

"300 million Cosmic Coins".

1000 Black Dragon Coins = 1 Qianwu Coin

3300 Qianwu Coins = 1 Universe Coin

300 million Cosmic Coins... roughly 1000 billion Qianwu Coins, or 100 billion Black Dragon Coins?

Yan Ning's breathing became somewhat rapid; for a novice at the planetary level, this was undoubtedly an astronomical sum!

"Give me your account and password first."

"You have to promise to let me out first."

"You have no room for negotiation," Yan Ning said calmly. "Give it to me, or die."

The Illusionary Heart Clan remained silent.

Then, a string of numbers appeared in Yan Ning's consciousness.

Universe Bank, account number, password.

"Can you let me out now?"

"Can."

Yan Ning's consciousness exited the illusion and looked at the golden-horned behemoth.

A cold glint flashed in the golden vertical pupils of the golden-horned behemoth.

The inherited memories include a specific "method" for dealing with the Illusionist Clan.

The golden-horned behemoth's soul core trembled violently, and an invisible soul shockwave spread out from its consciousness.

The fragment of the Illusionary Heart Clan's consciousness let out a piercing scream.

"you--!!"

then.

Everything returned to calm.

In Yan Ning's consciousness, that aged voice completely disappeared, turning into nothingness.

Let you go? What a joke! A dying person can really give up everything just to grasp at a straw.

Yan Ning looked at the huge blue scale in front of him, lost in thought.

"Fragments of a cosmic-level Phantom Heart Clan corpse... three million cosmic coins... the secrets of the Arctic Circle are bigger than I imagined."

"It's time to go back."

Yan Ning stored the golden-horned behemoth into his inner world and climbed back to the surface along the path he had come from.

......

The earth's surface.

The blizzard had stopped sometime earlier.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the ice field, creating a dazzling silvery-white spectacle.