Swallowing the Stars: You Can't Escape, Mountain Dweller

Chapter 398 The Most Laborious Method

A planetary projection image instantly appeared on Bai Yang's personal computer.

It has thousands of points of light on it, each representing a member of the Holy Ancestor Society.

"This is based on the last network location of their quantum computers."

It's subject to change and may not be accurate.

Star Guardian pointed to the image and said.

Bai Yang glanced at it and indicated that he understood.

"About 70% of the members of the Holy Ancestor Society are located near the peaks where the throne is contested."

This should be their permanent residence, and they won't easily change it.

"It's alright, we'll go take a look tomorrow."

He fought continuously like this, even though his genetic energy and physical strength were not a problem.

But I'm somewhat mentally exhausted.

Bai Yang decided to take a day off, since he could clearly recall all the battle scenes from before.

Instead, this opportunity can be used to reflect on the battle and continue to improve one's combat capabilities.

Meanwhile, more and more alien contestants arrived on the First Star.

They actually became the first group to have a large-scale conflict with the original demon race in this area.

Originally, each planet had approximately 80,000 demon race participants.

But in just a few hours, the number here skyrocketed to around 250,000, and it's still rising!

As news continued to arrive, even the demon race members on the Seventh Star who hadn't participated in the siege of Bai Yang and were confident in themselves flew over.

This greatly improved the living environment for the demon race who remained on their original planet.

Xing Shou did not disturb Bai Yang's rest. She watched the battle with great joy and recorded the entire process.

Above the deep ocean, battles rage across the entire planet.

All the foreign demons seemed determined to secure their own spot here.

There are also some talented players from lower- and middle-ranking races who are so arrogant that they specifically target royal and holy races.

It seems there's a clear intention to completely eradicate them.

"High-level races are nothing special."

"How can we let Whiteley get the limelight?"

Bai Yang, the one who started all of this, remained focused on his own cultivation.

The next day, the time-space clone rushed out of the water early in the morning, ready to carry out its plan.

He glanced at the location information on the quantum computer and found that the positions of most of the light spots had changed.

Xing Shou then told him everything that had happened before.

Bai Yang was overjoyed:

"Such a thing exists?"

This is going to be quite lively.

In his view, it was perfectly fine for the demon race to fight and kill each other.

This matter had little to do with his plans; he had figured out the direction.

It flew towards the north pole of this planet.

Because it is a miniature galaxy, the Arctic here is not cold.

There stands a majestic peak, at the top of which are the hundred thrones, the place where people compete for advancement.

Within a thousand miles surrounding that mountain peak, numerous temporary dwellings were scattered, all opened up by various powerful contestants.

Bai Yang flew north, using his spiritual energy meter to monitor the pointer's movement as he flew slowly.

But as he approached the Arctic continent, the compass needle remained motionless.

He wasn't disappointed; it seemed that none of these demons possessed the blood crystals of the Dream Snail.

However, the flesh and blood of the Dream Snail, though more precious, may not be entirely absent.

"We have no choice but to use the most laborious method."

"It will take five years, and I have to find them one by one."

Fortunately, even if you don't recognize this kind of treasure.

You can also sense its extraordinary nature; if it really exists, there's no need to worry about it being damaged.

More than half an hour later, Bai Yang slowly approached the temporary gathering area around the mountain range.

I found traces of a battle everywhere.

There were many temporary houses scattered on the ground.

By this time, many buildings had already been damaged.

Especially some movable, simple palaces, because they are not very strong.

At this point, almost nothing remained; it was all ruins.

The sky was filled with wary members of the Holy Race, many of whom were injured.

The spacetime clone maintained a steady speed, slowly flying over their heads.

Almost all of the Holy Race witnessed this scene; under normal circumstances...

The mere fact that a member of the royal family dared to fly over the heads of the holy race is a serious offense.

"Damn it! It's Whiteledo!"

"It's all this guy's fault! He attracted so many contestants from other planets!"

"Don't stare at him! Have you forgotten how he killed the Mengyaslei siblings?"

Do you dare say you're better than them?

"With so many companions in our Holy Ancestor Society, why would we be afraid of just one?"

"Then go by yourself! I won't stop you!"

Upon hearing this, the saw-toothed beast fell silent.

The difference in their strength is too obvious; there's no way to deceive ourselves.

The serrated beast looked up at Bai Yang again, unwillingly, and said strangely:

"Why do I feel like he's gotten a little bigger?"

Upon hearing this, many members of the Holy Clan looked at Bai Yang intently.

Only then did they realize something was wrong; the spacetime clone's body had indeed grown a little larger.

It has already reached the size of an adult Time-Space Nightmare Beast, which is nearly 100 kilometers long.

All demons understand the relationship between size and strength.

Could it be that he has become stronger again in such a short time?!

As the dignified Holy Clan watched him leave, quite a few people were actually somewhat unwilling.

So I secretly followed him to see what he was going to do.

The most defiant little saw-toothed beast was prominently featured on the list.

"Neither stay in the territory nor challenge the opponent."

What is he trying to do?

Bai Yang was naturally aware of the commotion behind him, but he didn't care at all.

He flew leisurely across the periphery of the Arctic continent and soon arrived at the central mountain range.

He could see this huge mountain range from a great distance.

One hundred golden thrones were suspended in the air in a certain order.

At the very bottom, on the golden throne symbolizing the 100th, a phantom figure was sitting.

It was an upright tiger covered in sharp spikes, its eyes filled with ferocity.

Bai Yang knew that the demon race with some kind of royal bloodline had extremely strong combat power.

He didn't care and landed directly in front of the throne.

He placed his right palm on the armrest of the throne.

Then the spacetime clone disappeared completely and entered the challenge space attached to the throne.

The several Holy Race members following behind him were all taken aback.

"Whiteley has already started reserving his spot so early?"

"This five-year period has only just begun, a little over a month ago!"

"Only a fool would reserve a seat at this time."

It's impossible to protect it in the future!

They didn't even have time to be surprised.

Then I saw the light and shadow on the throne change, and it became the shape of a time-space clone.

That majestic and powerful tiger never appeared again.

"2 seconds!?"

Bai Yang stood in the challenge space, chewing on a tiger bone.

I saw a portal and stepped right in.

"It's convenient that I can directly challenge the next ranked match."

Then Throne 99 began to shine.

The saints immediately understood.

"Quick! Tell everyone, Whiteledo is up to something!"

(End of this chapter)