Chapter 307: Chapter 301: Dire Omens Every Day
Laboratory.
As the figure in the mirror departed, the light in the mirror dimmed, and the madness on the face of the purple-haired young man sitting in the pool vanished instantly, with a gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Who is this guy, a Demigod from the Dark Realm?"
"He suddenly approached me and was able to infiltrate the Outer World to kill a Tier Eight Red Sun Divine Race member. Such strength and methods aren’t something an ordinary Demigod can achieve."
"Moreover, he managed to obtain information about the resource flow within the Heavens’ Retribution, thereby deducing that the opponent possesses a legacy mark."
"That giant beast, as one of the four Guardians, doesn’t even have the qualification to access information of Tier Eight in the Heavens’ Retribution, only Tier Nine can view it. Could it be..."
At this point, Ke Min’s eyes showed sarcasm: "It seems another Demigod on that side of Heavens’ Retribution has fallen, all to become a so-called god."
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The second day after Jiang Hou fell asleep, early in the morning, Qin Siyu habitually carried her backpack, ready to go to school.
But this time, she wasn’t alone; an excited Qin Feitong followed behind her, with the white-haired girl wearing the same school uniform as Qin Siyu.
Two identical beautiful girls, one with black hair and blue eyes, the other with white hair and red eyes—their pairing instantly drew countless gazes.
While Qin Siyu and Feitong were ’playing around,’ others were busy.
Divine Palace Feiyue released a new song every day, globally launching on major music charts, and her popularity soared with overwhelming publicity.
Bauhinia
The Ancient God Research Institute initially started as a high-tech incubation park, and even after becoming one of the three major Transcendent Powers, its architectural style hasn’t changed much.
After multiple expansions, a square building stands firmly within the vast bounds of the tech park.
Inside this research institute belonging to Akalin, a strong force of faith almost turned into tangible white light, permeating the entire building.
Dozens of devices flickered, while countless data refreshed on large screens in the main control room, where Akalin’s hands moved like phantoms, busy at work.
In front of her, within a ten-meter diameter, over thirty-meter-high glass cylindrical structure, Divine Palace Feirou lay asleep with her eyes closed.
The girl’s hands were crossed over her chest, wearing a pristine white dress. Behind her, three pairs of wings slightly spread out, though they were golden.
The base equipment under the glass cylinder was operating, emitting a suction force, continuously absorbing the intangible material’s white light.
The light was laced with countless impurities, rotating along some rune-marked crystal pipelines, layer by layer, filtered and purified, occasionally exploding into spots of white light within the crystal pipes.
When the white light exploded, one could even hear a noisy chorus of shouts: "Divine Palace Feiyue, I love you," "Divine Palace Feiyue is the best in the world," "Divine Palace Feiyue, you’re the most beautiful..."
Behind Akalin, watching the pure white light streams entering the glass cylinder and being instinctively absorbed by Divine Palace Feirou, Divine Palace Feiyue was somewhat amazed.
"Worthy of Miss Akalin, creating this faith-converting device in just a few days."
The busy Akalin shook her head: "The principle behind this is simple, but only for those of you who are Ancient Angels sharing a unified inherited power."
"If any other Transcendent tries to absorb this essence as ’angelic’ faith power, their consciousness would be polluted instantly."
"However, the current faith power is limited. The portion distributed can only help Feirou complete preliminary Celestial Kingdom projection condensation; otherwise, it might hinder your breakthrough to Tier Eight."
"Your state seems fine presently, with a high chance of uniting soul and true form successfully."
"As long as the soul integrates successfully with the power and true form, you won’t have to worry about pollution issues again because you’ll have fully transformed into an Ancient Angel."
"I understand." Divine Palace Feiyue nodded solemnly.
At this moment, not only Divine Palace Feiyue but also the sleeping Jiang Hou, and many Transcendents around the world were striving to enhance their strength.
In the real world, almost all Transcendents not entering the depths of the ruins felt an intangible urgency, a sense of an imminent great change.
Of course, among them were some like Zong Zheng Nan Mo, who were quite laid-back.
On the third day of Jiang Hou’s sleep, in a room, Zong Zheng Nan Mo looked at the scattered ancient coins on the ground, feeling a bit troubled: "Great misfortune, it seems I can’t enter the ruins or even leave the house."
"Strange, the augury I’ve been casting these few days gets increasingly risk-filled each time." Zong Zheng Nan Mo scratched his head, feeling puzzled.
Logically, with the ruins’ changes, encountering high-tier monsters is common, so not entering is quite normal. But in Yidu, as a Tier Five Transcendent, he should be able to walk around carefreely.
Apart from Jiang Hou, only Shentu Ni, Yu Jing, Li Mengwu, and a few others in Yidu have strength surpassing his.
But they are neither his coworkers nor classmates; they can’t possibly harbor malice towards him. So, where does the danger come from?
Is it the spatial rifts, or are there other powerful Transcendents lurking?
If it were a monster invasion, the past two days also showed a portent of great misfortune, yet neither Yidu nor nearby areas saw any rift manifestations, so that can be ruled out.
Zong Zheng Nan Mo’s expression grew solemn, and he stated: "There’s a Tier Six or higher Transcendent lurking in Yidu, posing a threat and hostility towards me."
"Yet I don’t recall offending anyone, nor do I carry any secret worthy of dire consequences. Hence, danger might come from another source!"
Thinking of this, Zong Zheng Nan Mo picked up the ancient coins again, clasped his hands, and murmured a few words.
Pa! Three ancient coins scattered on the ground.
Looking at the augury, Zong Zheng Nan Mo stroked his chin: "Collateral damage! It seems the danger stems from that guy, Jiang Hou."
"Among that guy’s relatives and friends, I fall into the friend category. If someone targets him, besides Qin Siyu and his uncle, there’s only me left."
"Damn, no wonder these past three days, I keep getting warnings that it’s dangerous to leave home."
With that thought, Zong Zheng Nan Mo felt troubled; clinging to Jiang Hou’s powerful connections was comforting, but not without drawbacks, as evident now.
Given Jiang Hou’s current strength, anyone courageous enough to challenge him is at least a Tier Eight Legend, capable of eliminating him with a single hand.
"No, I need to hide."
"No, just hiding won’t work. If enemies show up at my parents’ place, they’d be at risk. I need to make an appearance and enter the ruins to divert attention."
"But before that, I need to inform that guy."
Saying this, Zong Zheng Nan Mo pulled out his phone, first called Jiang Hou, predictably found him unreachable, and had to leave a message in the group chat.
Then, Zong Zheng Nan Mo called Li Mengwu.
"Zong Zheng Nan Mo, do you need something from me?" Li Mengwu sounded a bit surprised upon receiving the call.
Zong Zheng Nan Mo spoke in a serious tone: "Li Mengwu, as Jiang Hou’s assistant, you should have contact information for his other family members, right, or be able to reach them?"
"I can."
"That’s good. Please notify them that recently someone intends to harm Jiang Hou, and they might target his family, advising them to be cautious."
"Also, keep this low-key. The opponent is terrifyingly powerful, so don’t tell anyone except yourself to avoid alerting the enemy. Wait for Jiang Hou to emerge from seclusion before discussing further."
