CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 412 THE ENVIED CHILD_1

Sinful Liquid.

The Cold-blooded Serpent Beastman was wrapped in a black cocoon made of Sinful Liquid.

Thick black droplets of the liquid slowly fell from the cocoon.

The Cocoon of Sin throbbed and contracted like a pure yet evil heart.

Inside the great heart, the Cold-blooded Serpent Beastman, from the moment he broke out of the egg, relived the life he had once walked.

He encountered once again the moment his mother killed and abandoned him, retreading his path toward indifference and loneliness.

He was surprisingly calm as he faced again the things that had once tormented him, making him feel less than a Beastman.

He even felt a bit of anticipation, looking forward to meeting Si Yan again. He wanted to experience his past with her again, to observe what he had once overlooked.

Finally, he grew from a cub to the age of six.

That year, during the disastrous Flame Day, he took refuge in Myriad Beasts City and saw that lonely little female there.

The pitiful little female—uncared for, unloved, and targeted by other Beastmen intent on bullying her.

She looked so pitiful.

But this unbearably pitiful little female was the first Beastman in the world who did not disdain him, did not loathe him, and did not look at him with *those* eyes.

The Serpent Beastman approached his treasure, his icy heart beating faster.

With the perspective of a god, yet following the actions of this young body, Wàng stood carefully and subserviently before her, adopting a posture of submission.

He felt a bit fragmented in that moment. He didn’t just want to stand there looking at her; deep down, he also wanted to hurt her. He wanted to see her cry. To see a little female cry.

Wàng bowed his head, a flicker of restlessness crossing his pale purple eyes. Later, he loathed himself for it.

The Sinful Liquid amplified all his emotions to boundless extents.

Wàng thought about how selfish he was; he had indeed harbored the impulse to take the little female away at that time. Why should he suffer alone in this boring world? He wanted someone to share the hardship with him.

As for later, leaving her behind to depart alone was because he vaguely sensed that the little female’s body did not possess a complete soul.

He wasn’t a Serpent Beastman born from a proper egg-hatching.

He was persecuted by his mother while still an egg. To survive, he bypassed the hatching process entirely, forcing his own premature birth.

After being born, he endured the harshest, most cruel struggle for survival before he could barely make it through.

He seemed to be innately inclined to seek benefit and avoid harm, his natural perceptive abilities surpassing ordinary Priests. He could sense many things and naturally discern goodwill and malice.

It was as if he were inherently a calamitous offspring!

So, sensing the incompleteness of Si Yan’s soul was a part of his innate abilities.

He did not pity her in the slightest, but he felt a twinge of reluctance; yet despite that twinge, after using her, he didn’t hesitate to turn around and leave.

Now, Wàng watched these scenes from a higher-dimensional perspective.

His expression was calm, without a ripple.

However, the higher-dimensional Wàng, intentionally or not, uttered a sentence completely unrelated to the emotions he displayed.

"Yan Yan, you were so cute even when your soul wasn’t complete. I really liked that."

The cocoon of the Sinful Liquid shuddered violently as the Blood Jade on the Cold-blooded Serpent Beastman’s neck faintly glowed red.

Ming Ji watched from afar, his mind already abuzz with complaints: This Serpent Beastman has something special about him! The Sinful Liquid seems to have no effect on him. It’s not just having no effect; it seems to be submitting to him? He felt a twinge of jealousy, so strong that he couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

After leaving Myriad Beasts City, Wàng continued to follow his past self on the path he had once taken, using a higher-dimensional perspective.

Amid emotional turmoil, he learned something from the Sinful Liquid.

If Si Yan was the Beast God born of the Beast World’s sense of impending danger and the mandate of destiny, then he was the child of envy, whom the Beast World did not wish to be born.

He was born with an extremely strong sense of perception. Not only that, but while others struggled with cultivation, he found it as easy as drinking water and eating.

He was able to avoid danger with just a bit of perception, even though he was born several months prematurely.

Despite being so small, he could easily navigate the dangers of the jungle and swamps, surviving with ease.

Not only was cultivation easy for him, but his luck was also incredibly good.

In other words, his fate was of the highest quality, impressively strong!

From a young age, his power was already considerable. Therefore, he dared to visit tribe after tribe, able to survive on his own.

There was something Si Yan didn’t know.

By the age of ten, he had already smoothly advanced to Jin Jing.

After ascending to Jin Jing Beastman, he immediately concealed his Beast Crystal.

Thus, no Beastman knew that such a ten-year-old Serpent Beastman cub could thrash the vast majority of the Beastmen in this world.

He was too strong, his luck too good, his abilities formidable, and his perception exceptionally keen.

Finally, the heavens intervened.

The wounds covering his body, the grievous injuries, were not inflicted from battling but were the handiwork of the world’s own natural order, meant to suppress such an aberration.

He was too exceptional, and the heavens would not tolerate him.

His power could not be contained and leaked incessantly, crazily, plummeting from Jin Jing down to Deep Purple Crystal, and it continued to fall from there.

He grew increasingly weary.

Wàng followed himself, watching his growth from youth to adulthood, reliving his painful and extraordinary past once again.

He saw himself, covered in wounds, searching the Beast World for a cure. He ultimately abandoned hope. Yet, as if drawn by some unseen force, he managed to reach Myriad Beasts City just before falling into a deep coma.

Outside Myriad Beasts City, weakened, he collapsed onto the ground, passing out.

At that time, the Purple Crystal on his forehead, like his life force, had dimmed significantly.

Wàng, from his higher-dimensional perspective, saw the Beastmen of Myriad Beasts City discover him lying unconscious. With disgust, they dragged him into a cave.

His life hung by a thread; within a few days, he might have died.

In his dying breaths, he seemed to be longing for something within Myriad Beasts City.

However, just then, He Mei, the Panda Beastman, was arguing with her own cub—What was her name? He couldn’t remember. They were quarreling.

He Mei, in her anger, was lecturing the young female.

In the midst of the argument, she suddenly pointed to the cave and said, "Bao Lin, Bai Feng is the High Priest, a male that even your father beast and I would not dare to offend. Be realistic; it’s better not to dream. Look at that Purple Crystal Serpent Beastman in the cave. Isn’t he just right to be your Zheng Xiong?"

The Kylin female’s face changed instantly, her complexion terrible as she roared furiously, "Mother! We are both female cubs, so why can Si Yan have the High Priest, but I can only have a trash Serpent Beastman? I don’t like Serpent Beastmen!"