CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 330, PRESERVATION

Swish~

A stream of light gracefully fell in the suburbs of the [Da Zhen] Imperial City, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough~"

Emperor Shitian half-knelt on the ground, clutching the bloody hole in his chest, coughing up blood froth with golden particles.

"Heavenly Lord!"

Qiantapo rushed to his side, upon hearing the news, and took out a bottle of fragrant ointment to apply on the wound.

"Dragon’s Son... actually stole my divinity, transforming into Asura King..."

"I didn’t expect, upon descending and reincarnating, that this eternal war still ensnares me..."

Clutching the ruby in his hand, Emperor Shitian let Qiantapo heal his wound, endured the immense pain, and slowly stood up, gazing afar at the vague outline of a great city.

"The war between heavenly beings and non-heavenly beings is reflected in the mortal realm as a great calamity for all beings."

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"What a pity... such a prosperous nation is about to turn into scorched earth..."

Taking one last deep look at the magnificent [Da Zhen] Imperial City, Emperor Shitian started walking northward.

"Heavenly Lord, where are we going?"

"The Golden Court."

Clutching the gem in his hand, Emperor Shitian gazed into the distance toward the north, his deep gaze pierced through time, staring directly at the illusory river of fate.

"They are the true sovereigns of this world’s future. I will harness their iron hooves, sweeping away all obstacles to establish a Buddha Country on Earth..."

"Dragon’s Son, in this game... I shall be the ultimate victor..."

Amidst the murmurs, Emperor Shitian’s elegant figure slowly vanished into the morning’s thin mist.

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"It’s time to wash, wash, Shuishui is going to wash again!"

In the bedroom of the [Pingyang Marquis Mansion], Diao Chan lay on Zhu Haomiao’s chest, looking at the ghastly, terrifying hole, gently licking with tear-filled eyes.

The unbearable intense pain gradually faded under the little creature’s licking, and Zhu Haomiao, annoyed, poked her on the head.

"You’re the one in for it; I’ll make you into Fujian rat jerky!"

"Cheep?!!"

Teasing the pet to divert attention, while invoking the [Lust] Authority to heal the wound, by dawn, the cavity in the youth’s chest was covered with a thin layer of membrane.

Gritting his teeth, Zhu Haomiao stood up gently and moved his body, finding the injury no longer affected normal movement.

But the flesh inside the chest still suffered from residual divinity, likely taking a long time to dissipate and fully heal.

With a cheeky pout, the youth left the [Pingyang Marquis Mansion] and headed to Lechang Square.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Alley, in a vast estate, Zhu Haomiao found the woman who had administered ointment to him the night before.

"Song Li, where are Huai Xu and the others?"

Upon seeing Zhu Haomiao, Song Li, showing no sign of slacking due to his youthful appearance, respectfully bowed.

"Commander, they are reinforcing the foundation underground."

"What about those who attacked me yesterday?"

"Drugged unconscious, locked up in the dungeon."

"Take me to see them."

"Yes."

Soon, Huai Xu arrived upon hearing the news and took Zhu Haomiao to the makeshift, crude dungeon.

Looking at the two teams of pioneers lined up and deeply comatose, Zhu Haomiao asked tentatively.

"How do you usually deal with these arrested fugitives?"

"To prevent their suicide and escape, we usually paralyze their consciousness until they die naturally."

"And what about their [True Objects]?"

Glancing at the seized various [True Objects] nearby, Huai Xu didn’t catch the subtle anticipation in the youth’s voice, shook his head regrettably.

"These [True Objects] are refined into soul bindings. Except for a few gifted individuals, ordinary transcendents can’t utilize them."

"You can only watch them eject from the Illusion Realm as the fugitives die."

Speaking of this, Huai Xu sighed long with reluctance.

"Mere Illusion Realm death may damage their Dao Heart, Fate Grid, Qi Fortune, and energy level, making years of cultivation in vain, but it doesn’t hurt the core, so these maniacs, once done refining [True Objects], often resort to crazed acts."

"These guys have robbed [Yanhuang Armory] outposts, taking yet-to-be-refined [True Objects] freshly emerged from local Illusion Realms and caused us significant losses."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes brightened, "High rewards with low crime costs, I’d be daring too!"

Then, the youth changed the topic with a cold smile.

"However, mere death is only painful to the flesh; to deprive them of their life-bound [True Objects] would truly cause them agony..."

Hearing this, Huai Xu detected the underlying meaning in Zhu Haomiao’s words, raising his gaze in surprise.

"Commander, do you have a way to decompose their [True Objects]?"

"Not decompose, but plunder. I have a way to obliterate their soul marks."

Eyes widening sharply, Huai Xu looked at Zhu Haomiao in disbelief, his back turning cold.

To plunder others’ [True Objects] in the Illusion Realm?

If such news spreads, the whole world would be in turmoil without rest!

Meanwhile, Zhu Haomiao moved beside the seized [True Objects], stroking the varied weapons, armor, and accessories, a murky, wicked golden light swirling in his eyes.

[Jealousy]!

The supernatural Authority permeated the material, reaching straight for the core, "highly corrosive" jealousy poison enveloping the soul branding, emitting an almost imperceptible spirit light.

"I need a little time; your drug-induced coma was too rough, these injured fellows won’t last long, could you find some silver needles five inches long."

While invoking Original Sin Authority, Zhu Haomiao lightly instructed, and soon, Huai Xu found the tools for the youth.

Picking up the silver needle, Zhu Haomiao approached an unconscious prisoner and gently inserted it into the Bai Hui Acupoint. The ten-inch needle nearly disappeared into the scalp, leaving just a small tip outside.

Lightly twisting the needle tail, [Sealing Demon Power·Soul Devouring] combined with [Sloth] Authority to seal spirit and body, quickly turning the prisoner into a living corpse.

Repeating the process, sealing the remaining dozen into a state of feigned death, Zhu Haomiao stood up and exhaled a deep breath.

"Now... they can ’stay fresh’ for a month or two, enough for me to wipe the marks..."

Listening to the youth’s muttering, even knowing he was on their side, Huai Xu couldn’t help but feel a chill going down his spine.

Secretly sizing up this unfamiliar commander, in a daze, Huai Xu saw the reflection of the prisoners in the youth’s pupils squirming, as if not individual people but livestock about to be slaughtered.

From the depths of those dark, profound pupils, Huai Xu could faintly detect a chilling desire for gluttony!

Shivering, Huai Xu violently shook his head, looking at the youth again only to find his eyes clear and peaceful, with even a hint of naive ignorance, as if the sinister, terrifying emotion seen in his eyes before was merely a figment of imagination.