Chapter 722: Pope Old Man Deng’s Objective
To be honest, when the slave seal was the only thing limiting Cha Nai Xue, Xia Feng was still a bit worried about her.
But now, with the Naraka Realm’s empowerment, Xia Feng was no longer worried about Cha Nai Xue causing any more trouble.
Although the Naraka Realm had raised Cha Nai Xue’s strength to a level where she could threaten him and Miss Mu, as long as Xia Feng willed it, he could use the Naraka Realm to strip away and reclaim everything she possessed.
Even if Cha Nai Xue eventually ascended to godhood, she would be under his control for life.
It had to be said, the Naraka Realm was truly a useful thing.
Although he couldn’t use it himself, it directly gave him a combat power equivalent to a Sage in terms of physical strength.
This gave him a great sense of security.
“I’ll warn you one more time, if you have any wicked thoughts, I will take back the Naraka Realm.”
Xia Feng tugged at the soft flesh of her sweet, small face, smiling without a smile. “Measure your weight, and don’t you dare make me angry~ Sister Nai Xue~”
Looking at Xia Feng, who was pretending to be gentle, Cha Nai Xue’s eyelids trembled. She pursed her lips and softly replied obediently, “Yes, Master Little Feng.”
Seeing her compliance, Xia Feng disregarded her and went to the outer perimeter of the Radiation Field.
It was Dipus’s fault for leaving him such a difficult problem before he died.
The rays of bizarre, colorful light in the Radiation Field moved erratically, and everything within the field had been annihilated.
Xia Feng tried throwing a piece of obsidian into it, and it instantly turned to ash. It was terrifying.
Mu Qingtong frowned and probed into it with her mental power, but it instantly turned into nothingness, and her soul felt a stinging pain.
Neither material nor non-material things could get through.
In the center of the field, the divine, luminous spirit paper floated quietly.
“Troublesome,” Xia Feng put his hand on his forehead.
“For this kind of Radiation Field, for its energy to be depleted and naturally dissipate, it would take at least a thousand years.”
Cha Nai Xue, having inherited the knowledge of the ancient monster Miao Shi, immediately saw the crux of the problem. “Taking it out from both material and spiritual levels is impossible, so the only way is to attack from a higher dimensional concept. Therefore, the only method now is a Concept Skill!”
Concept Skill? Xia Feng frowned. It was easy to say, but where could he get such a thing?
Most Concept Skills were S-grade, or Divine Authority.
He had to find another S-grade to obtain this S-grade in front of him.
It was somewhat ridiculous.
“Right.”
Cha Nai Xue frowned and suddenly said seriously, “I still have one important thing I haven’t told you.”
“Hmm?” Xia Feng asked in confusion.
“While inheriting Miao Shi’s knowledge system, I also obtained some secrets she knew.”
Cha Nai Xue said in a deep voice, “The upper echelons of the Empire and various powers are all preparing to compete for three supreme treasures: ‘The Spark,’ ‘The Saint’s Remains,’ and ‘The Sumeru Throne.'”
“The function of ‘The Spark’ is unknown.”
“‘The Saint’s Remains’ is the key to inheriting the Divine Position of the Three Saint Star Gods, attracting the attention of most spirit masters to the Holy Spirit Hall in Area 41. Various powers have already converged at the Holy Spirit Hall, but they are in a stalemate, with no one making the first move.”
“‘The Sumeru Throne’ has an ability that allows it to seize the Godhead of a god, giving the user the qualification to become a god directly.”
Listening to Cha Nai Xue’s explanation, Xia Feng leaned back tactically. “Good heavens, it seems I have a direct or indirect connection to the competition for all three supreme treasures.”
Moreover, what surprised him most was that the Sumeru Throne could actually seize a god’s Godhead?
Jiang Qiue had once explained to him that the path to godhood was the process of spirit bases sublimating into Godheads.
If someone obtained the Sumeru Throne and successfully seized a god’s Godhead, even if it was just a damaged Godhead, that person would undoubtedly become a god as long as they could reach the Sage Realm!
This kind of thing was a fatal temptation for both Sages and those in the Sacred Realm. Thinking of this, Xia Feng also understood many things.
Dipus had competed for the Sumeru King’s Order, which meant that Dipus, or the Pope, most likely possessed a Sumeru Seat.
Now that the competition for the Sumeru Throne was imminent, various powers were stirring.
The Pope causing the Red Moon to descend at this critical moment, was his objective really the Sumeru Throne?
If the Pope were to obtain the Sumeru Throne in the end, whose Godhead would he seize?
The Black Moon? Or… the Red Moon?!
The Black Moon was resisting erosion, and the Red Moon was suspected to be the Pope’s helper, so it was highly likely he intended to seize the Black Moon’s Godhead!
Only the Black Moon, which was struggling to protect itself, could possibly have its Godhead successfully seized by a Light Holder Sage like the Pope!
“I see.” Xia Feng, having understood the objective of that old man Deng, the Pope, suddenly understood more things.
Ye Li Dongjun’s “Garden Massacre,” the wrongful killing of a hundred thousand troops from White Emperor City, and all these other heinous acts were all for the path to godhood.
Did the Empire’s upper echelons indulge Ye Li Dongjun’s actions like this?
Or, was it Shang Jue Pillar State who was protecting Ye Li Dongjun, helping him obtain this final Sumeru Seat?
There were a total of nine Sumeru Seats, and the method of obtaining each one was different. He didn’t know if the methods for obtaining the first eight were as cruel and inhumane as the ninth.
Xia Feng fell into deep thought. Currently, he only knew that the Black Moon Pope likely held one of the first eight seats, and the identities of the remaining seven were unknown.
In fact, he wasn’t particularly interested in the “ability to seize Godheads,” as Mu Qingtong was destined to become a god!
It was only a matter of time, and whether she could live long enough to reach godhood.
Therefore, neither Miss Mu nor he would deign to seize Godheads.
However, the Sumeru Throne, as a divine object, likely had more abilities than just seizing Godheads. Perhaps it had other even more powerful abilities that would attract him?
If possible, Xia Feng would quite like to compete for it.
As the old saying goes, since he was already here…
After organizing his thoughts, Xia Feng shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it for now.
It was more important to obtain the Moon Time Divine Domain first. Learning the S-grade Spirit Robe would allow him to have some self-preservation ability in the upcoming competition for the Sumeru Throne.
A thought flashed through his mind, and Xia Feng looked at the two women. “You two stay here. I’m going to find Jiang Qiue.”
Cha Nai Xue couldn’t help but widen her eyes, wanting to speak but stopping herself. She felt somewhat afraid of being alone with Mu Qingtong.
In fact, after spending these few months together, she was actually more afraid of Mu Qingtong than of Little Feng.
Just one look from that woman gave her a sense of humiliation, making her want to lower her head and avoid eye contact.
But Xia Feng had already left without looking back.
The Pope was currently in the Astral Realm, and Xia Feng didn’t know when that old man would return, so he dared not delay. He needed to obtain the S-grade spirit paper as soon as possible to feel at ease.
Disguising himself, he sped through the sky above Black Moon City.
In three days, Black Moon City had basically restored order with the assistance of the Holy Department and Heavenly Revelation, and the damaged buildings had quickly returned to their original state.
The streets were bustling with noise and life, as if the war of three days ago had never happened.
However, Xia Feng had not flown far when he saw more than a dozen streaks of light in the distance, like comets crashing into Earth, speeding towards the Babel Tower.
At the forefront was Jiang Qiue.
And far behind her, pursuing her, a terrifying Sage’s pressure, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, surged towards them at light speed! Killing intent filled the sky!
“Quickly return to the Babel Tower!” Jiang Qiue’s anxious thought echoed.
A deathly chill shot through Xia Feng’s soul, and a sharp pain struck him. Xia Feng’s expression changed slightly, and he turned to flee.
