Chapter 429: 429. Meeting the Monarch
Inside the Calamity Demon Statue, it was pitch black. The moment King Pu Xiu stepped inside, he seemed to sense something and looked up abruptly.
In the center of the dark expanse overhead, a mysterious figure sat cross-legged. He was shrouded in a hazy, gray light, his face obscured. However, a divine aura of terrifying power could faintly be perceived emanating from him.
Upon seeing this, King Pu Xiu’s seven blood-red eyes minutely contracted, and his breathing hitched.
Could it truly be a Calamity Demon?!
He had initially thought some brat was playing dress-up. Three thousand years ago, a similar situation had occurred during a Grand Sacrifice Ceremony. Someone had dared to deceive a Saint King by using a drop of Calamity Demon blood to simulate a Calamity Demon Aura. However, such foolish acts were easily exposed at the Saint King’s level, and the imposter was swiftly obliterated with a single palm strike.
But this time felt different.
With his heart filled with doubt, King Pu Xiu remained still, not advancing further, fearing he might offend the mysterious existence afar.
The mysterious existence seemed to have noticed his arrival as well. From the darkness, a majestic gaze suddenly fell upon him. A low, hoarse voice, originating from all directions, uttered two ancient and obscure syllables, like Sanskrit hymns resonating with deafening power.
These syllables were not ordinary Nightmare Clan language. They contained an ancient pressure akin to that of the Nine-Eyed Nightmare God. King Pu Xiu felt as though he heard the rumbling of the world collapsing during the twilight of the gods, a desolate and ancient epic of loss.
The divine might was immense, and terror gripped King Pu Xiu’s heart. His lingering doubts vanished instantly. His seven blood-red eyes widened in astonishment, and he abruptly knelt on one knee.
He was now completely certain that the being before him was very likely a…
Calamity Demon!
The palpable Calamity Demon Aura was thousands of times more terrifying than that of the jesters who simulated it with the Calamity Demon Heart’s blood. Furthermore, it possessed a terrifying divine pressure more potent than that of Catastrophe and Great Calamity. Although his spiritual senses indicated a degree of weakness, this was clearly due to a recent resurrection.
“Clan name?” King Pu Xiu quickly understood that the two ancient syllables were asking for his name.
“Pu Xiu, Abrech, Rovanthir, respectfully greets the Great Venerable King,” he said, kneeling on one knee, suppressing his fear and shock, and speaking in a deep, respectful voice.
Honestly, King Pu Xiu understood very little about this being known as the Calamity Demon. Or rather, the entire Nightmare Realm knew very little about this mysterious and great existence. The history of the Calamity Demon had been erased, leaving only the bizarre legend that He had attempted to devour the Nightmare Realm single-handedly. Regardless, this was not someone his seven eyes could afford to offend.
Seeing the seven-eyed Saint King suddenly kneel and respectfully announce his name, addressing him as the Great Venerable King, Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly. He hadn’t expected to actually fool the fellow. He had been prepared to resort to force.
However, it was understandable. The aura of the Calamity Demon Heart, combined with the authentic Dragon God’s might, would make anyone’s heart pound at such a sight. Moreover, Miss Evil Dragon had uttered two Nightmare Clan syllables infused with divine pressure, which had left the dignified Saint King stunned and hesitant to act rashly.
Xia Feng remained cross-legged and floating, saying nothing. With a mere thought, a small golden sword adorned with ancient divine patterns appeared between his eyebrows and floated gently towards King Pu Xiu.
King Pu Xiu’s seven blood-red eyes contracted slightly. He could clearly sense that this small sword was a divine-level enslavement Contract Seal. Once signed, he would become the other party’s slave for life, unable to resist. He felt terrified and instinctively wanted to retreat, his heart resisting. But in the next moment, the terrifying being in the darkness seemed to open a vertical pupil. The divine gaze that swept over him was like the divine law itself, devoid of any emotion.
King Pu Xiu felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar. An inexplicable panic surged like a tide, a sense of oppression like falling into an endless abyss of buried bones. He had never felt such fear, even when facing Catastrophe and Great Calamity. The dignity of a Saint King crumbled, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his head bowed low. He obediently accepted the divine contract’s enslavement.
Though it was only for a moment, King Pu Xiu clearly knew that if he dared to show the slightest hesitation or resistance now, the great being would not bother with further words and would directly end his life.
To Xia Feng’s surprise, King Pu Xiu became increasingly respectful and submissive as the golden sword merged into the eyebrow of the seven-eyed Great Calamity. The golden sword was precisely the Dragon God Token, which could turn a target into a servant of the Dragon God with their consent. The current limit was seven. The Dragon God Token was originally intended for enslaving gods, but enslaving a near-god existence was also acceptable. For Xia Feng, fooling the true Eight-Eyed Nightmare God was difficult, but deceiving a seven-eyed Saint King now was quite good. Furthermore, the Dragon God Token was originally a dragon-tattooed small sword, but after Miss Evil Dragon’s disguise, it had been transformed into this golden sword. King Pu Xiu could only perceive it as a divine authority called the “Divine Token.”
The golden sword disappeared into King Pu Xiu’s brow. A golden light lit up within his seven blood-red pupils simultaneously. An invisible contract seal had shackled his life and soul, and an infinite sense of dread and submission spontaneously arose in his heart. He bowed respectfully and kowtowed, his forehead touching the ground: “Pu Xiu, greets the Monarch.”
[Dragon God Token (1/7): 1. Pu Xiu (Seven-eyed · Calamity Spirit Great Calamity)]
Seeing how smoothly things went, Xia Feng couldn’t help but exhale a sigh of relief. Although placing the precious Dragon God Token on a seven-eyed being was somewhat wasteful, the Dragon God Token could be dispelled. If King Pu Xiu was unwilling to be the Dragon God’s servant in the future, there would be plenty of deities willing to take his place.
“Monarch, your servant has a matter that requires your benevolence…” King Pu Xiu had not forgotten his true purpose. He briefly explained the matter of descending into the Blood Sea Calamity Realm. Now that the projection ritual was complete, King Pu Xiu needed to stand at the center of the Calamity Demon Statue, which was where Xia Feng was currently located, to perform the projection teleportation.
Xia Feng did not answer King Pu Xiu. Instead, his figure slowly drifted down from above. As he walked leisurely towards King Pu Xiu, the mysterious gray mist created by his bronze mask gradually dispersed. At the same time, the terrifying divine pressure emanating from him instantly became illusory, as if it had never existed.
King Pu Xiu’s seven blood-red eyes shifted from reverence to astonishment, his pupils slowly dilating. The great being before him had transformed into a normal human-sized figure with an ordinary face, devoid of any divine or Calamity Demon aura! Instead, a familiar, deeply detested… Spirit Master aura emanated from him!
Could this be a Tier 5 Spirit Master?!
Xia Feng approached King Pu Xiu with a smile. After all, if a battle were to occur in the future, using Spirit Master techniques would inevitably expose his disguise to the Nightmare Clan Saint King. Therefore, there was no longer any need for concealment.
“!!!”
After snapping out of his stupor, King Pu Xiu finally understood. He had been tricked! Tricked by a… mere Tier 5 human ant!
