Devour: Emperor Yan

A small town nestled at the foot of green mountains.

Lin Kun, dressed casually, strolled along.

This is his hometown, the place where he grew up.

But now, my parents, relatives, and even some familiar friends are all gone. Hundreds of years have passed, and my former home is long gone.

Lin Kun walked for a while, and then he finished exploring the small town. Afterwards, he bought some offerings for the deceased and went to a cemetery outside the town.

Following my memory, I finally found my parents' graves in a thicket of weeds and bushes.

Clear away the weeds and bushes, and arrange fresh flowers, fruits, and a few bottles of wine and beverages.

Then Lin Kun waved his hand, and his primal force surged out. He dug a small pit several meters deep next to his parents' graves, took out a pottery jar, put it into the pit, and then filled it back with soil to bury it.

The buried pottery jar contained the ashes of his former body.

After doing all this, Lin Kun sat down in front of the tomb, picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, poured half of it onto the soil in front of the tomb, and then drank the remaining half bottle himself.

"Father, Mother, it's me, Lin Kun. I've come back to see you."

"I now have a new body. My old body was burned to ashes and buried next to you, to keep you company."

"The new body is also human, called the Flame God Clan, one of the branches of our human race..."

"...Now that my talent has improved, even within the entire human race of the 1008 universe, I should be considered a genius."

"I will definitely become a strong person in the future, at least an immortal one, don't worry..."

Lin Kun spoke softly, recounting some of his experiences over the past few hundred years.

In this world, apart from his deceased parents, he seemed to have nothing else to care about.

Even with his home planet, Zi Huan Star, it seems that his feelings for it weren't particularly deep.

On this planet, the only thing that seemed to evoke any emotion in him was this small cemetery in front of him.

His true spiritual home, in his subconscious, seems to lean more towards the Milky Way, located hundreds of thousands of light-years away.

In a remote area on the edge of that galaxy, there is a very inconspicuous star system: the Solar System.

In that galaxy, there is a native planet that is not yet connected to the universe: Earth!

If he had to find solace for his soul and a place he most wanted to go, he thought he might choose Earth.

I want to go there and take a look.

Very strange.

Although it was a completely different time and space, he could never forget that blue planet.

The hundreds of years of this life seem less profound than the few decades of the previous life.

It seems that, deep down, he identifies more with his identity as an Earthling than with Zihuan Star.

......

A day later, Lin Kun left and returned to Zihuan City.

He bought a small estate in the suburbs, which was one kilometer long and wide, and settled down there.

Although he longed to go to Earth and see the world, he knew it was difficult to achieve at present.

Fifty thousand years ago, Hu Yanbo, an immortal being who barely managed to be granted the title of Marquis, directly traversed the universe through his physical body, entered the dark universe, and used a spatial secret technique to directly cover up the cosmic coordinates corresponding to nearly a thousand light-years around Earth.

Without precise coordinates, spaceships cannot locate Earth's coordinates, and therefore cannot quickly reach Earth via dark space travel.

It can only reach Earth from thousands of light-years away by constantly traveling at sub-light speed, and it would take more than a thousand years to reach Earth.

As for the wormhole in the original work that connects to Earth and can be reached in about three years, Lin Kun had no idea where it was.

"Let's talk about it later."

Lin Kun shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Then, he began to sort out the remaining assets he had.

Back then, although he made a fortune by looting corpses, he later spent a huge sum of money to buy two first and second-tier cosmic-level slaves.

Later, he trained the Cloud Vine to the first level of the cosmic level.

Two days ago, I spent another 28 billion Black Dragon Coins to repair the spaceship, and today I bought a small manor.

It's fair to say he's spent almost all the money he had.

Upon reviewing his notes, Lin Kun was somewhat dismayed to discover that he was running out of money.

There are approximately 350 million Black Dragon Coins in the account of the Cosmic Galaxy Bank.

Including the more than 8 Black Dragon Coins in spare change.

It's gone.

Of course, his most valuable possessions were a spatial ring measuring a kilometer in length, width, and height, and a D3-class spaceship that was currently undergoing repairs at the port.

Oh, and there's also a set of Tier 3 high-grade Force Armor and a battle sword.

These are definitely not for sale.

"And this one could be sold for some money."

Lin Kun flipped his hand and took out a set of dark gray armor and a battle sword.

These were the armor and sword he had used for over a hundred years, which he had taken from that cosmic-level space pirate.

"Although they are only mid-grade third-tier items, they can still fetch a good price," Lin Kun thought to himself.

Generally speaking, telekinetic weapons are much more expensive than primal force weapons.

Armor is much more expensive than weapons.

"However, my armor and sword are a set, so if I sell them together, they'll be worth more."

"The price of the battle sword should be around 100 billion Black Dragon Coins, and the battle armor around 500 billion. If the two are sold together, they should fetch around 650-680 billion," Lin Kun estimated.

Subsequently, the consciousness logged into the virtual universe and began contacting buyers.

We can't do without selling things.

The remaining 3 million in savings is simply not enough to cover expenses.

Because he will be frequently going to the killing field to train, and he also needs to buy a spatial secret technique.

After more than thirty years of journey, Lin Kun has already crossed the threshold of the Law of Fire. Next, he can set aside some time to comprehend the Law of Space.

To comprehend the laws of space, it is naturally best to have spatial-related secret techniques to assist in achieving the best results.

......

the next day.

In the hall of the small manor.

"Dear guest, the price offered by my Qibao store is very fair; it's already one of the highest prices available on the market," a ruddy-faced, 2.5-meter-tall elderly man said with a smile to Lin Kun.

This is a second-tier powerhouse at the cosmic level. If placed on an ordinary life-bearing planet, he would be an invincible existence.

"650 billion is a bit low," Lin Kun said, frowning as he sat in the main seat.

Although the market price is around 650-680 billion Black Dragon Coins.

But Lin Kun wanted to sell at least at the middle price, not the lowest price.

Upon hearing this, the red-faced old man smiled and continued to carefully examine the dark gray armor and sword placed on the table in front of him. He held an instrument in his hand, which emitted a hazy green light that enveloped and scanned the armor and sword.

After a while.

"This Dark Star Armor and its matching sword are made of good materials and are in perfect condition."

The ruddy-faced old man smiled at Lin Kun, "How about this, I'll add some more, 655 billion?"

"My minimum price is 670 billion, not a little less!" Lin Kun shook his head.

"This..." The red-faced old man looked at Lin Kun, then at the armor and sword, his expression hesitant.

In truth, he didn't care; it was just business.

More importantly, he really liked the armor and sword and wanted to buy them for his own use.

This is much more cost-effective than buying a brand new set.

"Then this book, Ten Illusions Flash?" The red-faced old man took out a book that emanated a strange fluctuation from his spatial ring.

"Let's stick to the price we agreed on in the virtual universe yesterday, 200 billion," Lin Kun said. "You just need to give me back 470 billion Black Dragon Coins."

"Alright, deal!" The red-faced old man nodded.

Lin Kun smiled slightly. "Let's draft the contract and sign it under the witness of the virtual universe."

"Of course, esteemed guest."