Qian Jin was stunned by the scene before him. He had expected ordinary coffins, but these were enormous, arranged in a pattern that formed a magic circle, connecting with the intricate runes already covering the floor.
“What is this?”
A hint of smug satisfaction curved Serig’s lips. “The reaction of Jiliu Feijing was entirely within expectations.” No one could witness a sight like this without shock; even the God of Stars, were he present, would show astonishment.
“This…” Qian Jin murmured, “This was here before? And the diagram on the floor, it used to be damaged, right?” Serig’s smile instantly froze. He hadn't expected Jiliu Feijing to regain clarity so quickly and discern one of the location's secrets at a glance.
Indeed! This underground palace was not created by the Luciferean race at all, but merely discovered by them. In fact, some of the coffins already contained bodies when they were found.
Those were strange corpses, beings for which no true record existed in any book! Lucifer Serig had scrutinized countless documents but could find no mention of those specific bodies.
It was as if… as if the corpses of many different magical beasts had been dissected and crudely stitched back together.
Through countless studies by the Luciferean race, they discovered that an indescribable essence remained within these bizarre remains, which had not dissipated with death. These essences were preserved by the coffins and slowly seeped into the metallic spheres over time.
The strong members of the Luciferean race, upon their death or near death, would voluntarily come here to choose a coffin for themselves, ending their lives within it and channeling their essence into the central sphere of that vessel.
The massive congregation of coffins, the strange metal spheres, the eerie magical array…
Qian Jin curiously surveyed his surroundings. This must also be a ruin! And this ruin felt strangely familiar… though he couldn't place where, there was a distinct…
A sudden chill seized Qian Jin’s limbs, an icy current surging up his spine straight to his brain—the scent of the Undead!
Yes! This massive magic circle and everything surrounding it, if viewed from a different perspective, if analyzed through the very inscriptions used to create the Undead… it was saturated with the aroma of necromancy.
Qian Jin instinctively took a few steps forward, intending to observe the coffins more closely, when a furious roar cut through the air: “You! Who are you? Fall back! Back! This is not a place you are permitted to approach!” Qian Jin turned toward the sound and saw a demon barely five feet tall, yet his head was the size of two ordinary demon heads. His eyes gleamed with shrewdness, and an resembling a small snake marked his forehead.
The Flash Thought Clan! Qian Jin’s focus instantly narrowed onto that snake-like mark. Almost every member of the Flash Thought Clan bore such a mark on their forehead, but this demon’s mark was different from the others!
That’s right! While other Flash Thought Clan members had tattoos, what appeared to be a tattoo on this demon’s forehead was not ink at all, but an inscription! An inscription forged from special metal!
However, unless one possessed sufficient knowledge of inscriptions, the true nature of this marking would remain undiscovered.
The Undead! Exactly. This was a minuscule component of the Undead Queen’s crest; extracting this section of the magic circle and creating it independently could manifest certain abilities.
The Undead! What was going on? Qian Jin looked in confusion at the enraged Flash Thought demon advancing towards him. Why was there a scent of the Undead here? What was happening?
“I’m talking to you!” The Flash Thought demon jabbed a finger almost into Qian Jin’s nose, roaring, “Back off! Did you hear me?”
“Master Meditator of Flash Thought…” Lucifer Serig quickly stepped forward, smiling warmly. “This is Master Jiliu Feijing, whom I invited. He will be helping me complete this project.”
The Flash Thought Meditator’s two green eyebrows and green beard twitched simultaneously as his massive head craned toward Lucifer Serig. “What do you mean, Your Highness the Crown Prince? Do you doubt my ability…” The Flash Thought Meditator paused mid-sentence, catching sight of the ring on Qian Jin’s finger that concealed his true identity. His pupils flashed brilliantly, and a malicious, cold smile began to bloom on his lips as he slowly opened his mouth with triumph: “Your Highness…”
Lucifer Serig looked somewhat embarrassed. This Flash Thought Meditator had been assisting him for years; he had made considerable contributions and commanded considerable respect among these demons.
“Die!”
Qian Jin suddenly attacked without exchanging any further greetings with any demon. The Ultra-Void Soul Combat Skill activated instantly, and he brought his palm down directly toward the Flash Thought Meditator’s head.
Fast!
Qian Jin’s strike was utterly sudden. Serig was lost in thought and completely unprepared for Qian Jin to lash out. The enormous palm, like the claw of a Behemoth, slammed down, completely engulfing the Flash Thought Meditator. Even if Serig had tried to activate his Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form, it would have been too late.
Bang!
In a flash of lightning and flint, the Flash Thought Meditator ducked low, bracing himself with his forearms raised. The sheer force of Qian Jin’s sudden strike drove his feet deep into the ground, the immense tearing power shredding the Meditator’s outer garment on impact! At that moment, Serig’s Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form activated, and he struck Qian Jin’s head with lightning speed. Qian Jin made no effort to engage Serig directly; he swayed his body effortlessly, deftly evading Serig’s blow.
Serig’s palm struck empty air, and he froze. He was certain his attack had completely encompassed his opponent—how had he slipped away in an instant? It was as if he was completely unrestrained?
Freedom! In Qian Jin’s Battle Heart, the Freedom Battle Seal spun rapidly. Easing out of Serig’s attack, he pointed at the Flash Thought Meditator on the ground: “The Flash Thought Clan has never been a martial race. How could he withstand my blow and survive? Your Highness, doesn’t that strike you as strange? Did you know he was this strong before?” Serig was about to press the attack again when his body suddenly halted. He turned to look at the Flash Thought Meditator struggling free from the ground—this member of the Flash Thought Clan, whom all demons believed lacked combat prowess, was displaying astonishing resilience today.
Serig paused, and Qian Jin utilized Freedom again beneath his feet. The Ultra-Void Soul, energized by two Golden Battle Hearts and one primary Battle Heart, reached an unprecedented peak of concentrated power. He unleashed a punch that seemed capable of shattering mountains and rivers.
Serig’s heart leaped as he saw the incoming fist. Had this Jiliu Feijing never fought at full strength before? He was incredibly formidable! It seemed the news of him slaying the Five Dragon Guards was likely true!
The thought flashed through Serig’s mind with lightning speed, and Qian Jin’s fist was already closing in on the Flash Thought Meditator.
“You…” The snake-like marking on the Flash Thought Meditator’s forehead, previously serving only as decoration, suddenly blazed with light. An intensely bone-chilling power, seemingly full of endless resentment, emanated from his body.
In that instant, the Flash Thought Meditator’s body transformed rapidly. His skin turned a lifeless, ashen gray, yet one that radiated an indescribable strength. A massive, gray spectral shadow began to rise behind him.
A Battle Soul! Indeed! The Flash Thought Meditator possessed a Battle Soul!
Lucifer Serig’s heart hammered. This subordinate who had always appeared so fragile actually possessed a Battle Soul!
Momentarily, the magic array on the ground resonated faintly. One of the colossal metal coffins emitted a faint gray light, which transformed into energy and flowed directly into the Flash Thought Meditator’s Battle Soul.
Instantly, the Battle Soul seemed to have ingested a potent rage-inducing serum, its ferocious power continuing to climb and climb without restraint!
A Level Ten Battle Soul! Lucifer Serig’s face turned ashen in an instant. Had this Flash Thought Meditator become this powerful? If he had used this power for a sneak attack against him, Serig might truly have been killed! More importantly!
He could actually utilize this magic array to borrow power from one of the coffins?
The Level Ten Battle Soul resembled the legendary Evil God—its six arms were all different: some were human, some were beast claws, and the tip of one arm terminated in the head of a tiger. The Battle Soul’s power coalesced into razor-sharp fangs, making the entire entity look like a monstrous patchwork creature, overwhelmingly fierce!
Within Qian Jin’s Ultra-Void Soul Body, thunder rolled continuously, as if countless lightning strikes were gestating inside, or as if a god controlling lightning was forming within.
The sound of rolling thunder reached its zenith! Qian Jin stomped his feet down, the recoil shaking the earth like the war drums of ancient times. The solid floor instantly disintegrated into dust. Amidst the shock and awe of the demons directed at the Flash Thought Meditator, Qian Jin charged forward like lightning, appearing instantly before him. He twisted his right hand, bringing it down from above—the Fourth Strike of the Eighteen Ascending Peak Hammers, which rang out with the deafening crash of violent thunder.
The massive Ultra-Void Soul mirrored Qian Jin’s movement, unleashing the Fourth Strike of the Eighteen Ascending Peak Hammers. Wherever it passed, it frictionally generated sparks and lightning visible to the naked eye!
If Qian Jin’s punch was the sound of a war drum, then the impact of the Ultra-Void Soul was undoubtedly a heaven-shattering, fierce thunderclap. Lightning coiled around the fist and arm, generating a massive vortex of wind, and the blinding electric light seemed poised to tear space itself apart.
The Flash Thought Meditator instantly felt that everything around him had changed; he seemed to be standing not underground, but outside in a violent thunderstorm. The serpent marking on his forehead rapidly twisted, enlarged, and vibrated incessantly.
In his perception, Qian Jin’s punch was not just brute force; what was more terrifying was the shockwave, like a general leading tens of thousands of cavalry in a desperate charge on the battlefield!
After a month and a half of steady refinement, training daily alongside Uncle Enlak, Qian Jin had unconsciously grown even stronger. Unleashing his power at this moment, his spirit reached its peak state—this strike was launched!
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