Chapter 902
902 Heh, Mother Dragon
Chapter 903
903 Tree of Sin
Even Venerable Five Sacred Realms dare not act recklessly outside their Time-Space Ship once they enter the Space-time Sea. This is because the Eternal Flow Sea harbors numerous eerie Space-time Disasters, such as the “Time-Quantity Tide,” a type of Time Disaster that can tear a creature’s soul apart and drag it into the legendary Quantum Domain via the River of Time and Space.
Currently, the Sin Legion is encountering a Time-Quantity Tide. According to official Imperial records, this phenomenon has occurred only twice. The first time was near the Final Great Wall in District 51, and the second was during an Imperial Civil War.
“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!!” The piercing alarm blared frantically. The water level on the gravimeter’s gauge climbed to unprecedented heights, turning scarlet as if it were about to burst.
“Accessing Sin Tree Network – A-class crisis response plan initiated. Request approved – Sin Tree: Wicked Heaven Teleportation obtained!” A mechanical yet majestic female voice suddenly resounded from all directions of the warship. Xia Feng, perched on the shoulder of the black and white woman, raised his eyes in surprise.
The intricate tree-shaped pattern on the warship’s ceiling seemed to come alive. Its branches trembled, and golden light lit up at the center of each leaf, casting a soft radiance across the sky like a starry expanse. One leaf emitted a brilliant light, engulfing the entire warship in a hazy stream of light that extended forward, steadily propelling the vessel deeper into the River of Time and Space. The warship’s vibrations gradually subsided, and the cracks on its walls began to show signs of repair.
Xia Feng, astonished, asked mentally, “What kind of ability is this? Is this warship a God Relic?”
The black and white woman calmly replied through telepathy, “The Sin Legion possesses not only the S-grade Legacy of Sin Shadow but also the Tree of Sin. This is the materialization of the Divine Authority of the Sin God.”
“What?” Xia Feng still didn’t understand. “Are you saying the disciple Sin God is… a god?”
Huang Zhaoyue’s misty, fox-like beautiful eyes glanced at the black cat on her shoulder. “An old god.”
“!” An old god is still a god, sister! Would such a former deity willingly serve under Huang Ye?
“I know what you’re thinking, but whether it’s those in the Astral Realm or the old gods walking the mortal plane, they are no longer at their peak. Sin God, in particular, fell from the Divine Realm long ago and can now only survive by relying on the ‘Tree of Sin’.”
“Of course, as the Sin Legion grows stronger and the Tree of Sin flourishes, Sin God will not be far from returning to the Divine Realm.”
Xia Feng finally understood. It wasn’t surprising that the Sin Legion had grown increasingly powerful over the years, given that its leader was once a divine existence. How could it not be strong? It had an innate advantage over other legions from the start.
“What about the Tree of Sin? What is the function of this authority?” Xia Feng continued to inquire.
“The Spirit Robe known as Sin Shadow was originally researched to its limit by Sin God. Because of this, when Sin God ascended to godhood, most of his divine authority was linked to Sin Shadow. The most crucial part of this connection is the Tree of Sin.”
“The Tree of Sin can establish a ‘Sin Tree Network.’ Any Spirit Master who cultivates Sin Shadow can access this network and draw upon ‘Sin Power’ to accelerate their cultivation. Furthermore, if a Spirit Master within the Sin Tree Network dies, their cultivated ‘Sin Shadow’ can be offered to the Tree of Sin, becoming a Sin Leaf on its branches. Other Spirit Masters can then exchange ‘Sin Points’ (merit) for the Sin Leaves they desire.”
Hearing this, Xia Feng tilted his cat neck back theatrically. So, the Sin Tree Network was essentially the system! After a Spirit Master died, their Sin Shadow became a Sin Leaf that others could directly use. If they could resolve the issue of infighting for these Sin Leaves, then as generations passed down, the Spirit Masters under the Sin Tree Network would only grow stronger. No wonder the Sin Legion was so formidable; with millennia of such development, who wouldn’t be powerful?
Lost in thought, Xia Feng looked up at the warship’s ceiling. At the center of the tree-shaped pattern, there was indeed a grayish-green leaf shimmering with divine radiance. This must be the Sin Tree: Wicked Heaven Teleportation, protecting the warship as it navigated the River of Time and Space.
However, the warship had only sailed for three seconds in the river before it was once again thrown into disarray by a furious storm, spinning and plunging directly into a temporal vortex. Everyone on the warship felt dizzy, their vision filled with chaotic lines, their eyes wide with terror.
When everyone recovered, they looked out the window. A terrifying, blazing star rushed towards them, rapidly enlarging!!
“!!!” Everyone’s hearts lurched. However, the chief navigator quickly realized that the star was not approaching rapidly; rather, the warship was heading towards it at near light speed. This was the effect of Wicked Heaven Teleportation. He immediately issued a command to deactivate it. The warship then slowly began to decelerate while still flashing through space.
But the crisis was far from over. Everyone noticed that above the star, an ancient formation covering three stars had appeared. From afar, it resembled a clock face, precisely pointing to 23:00. The ticking sound of the clock echoed eerily in the dead silent universe.
“Interesting. You can actually see through my trap and choose to abandon the diversion, finding me directly here.” Directly east of the star, above the clock face at the three o’clock position, a young man in a python robe floated. He appeared to be no more than eighteen years old, with a fair and handsome face, but his voice was aged and hoarse, with a sinister smile. Although very far away, as the youth in the python robe turned his head, his snake-like, dark green gaze swept over, directly meeting everyone’s vision. Many generals on the warship felt a chill run down their spines.
“Hmph, I wonder who it is. So it’s you, Keiya, you scuttling insect,” Zhuo Hua said, idly twirling the Yu Zhi between his fingers with a lazy, mocking tone.
Keiya, one of the Ten Beast Lords of Burning Heaven. The information flashed through Xia Feng’s mind. Besides the Three Gods and One Venerable, Burning Heaven also had Four Seats and Ten Beast Lords below them. The Seats and Beast Lords held equivalent power but belonged to different cultivation systems. Of course, just like the disciples of the Imperial Legions, there were significant differences in strength among the Beast Lords. As for this Beast Lord Keiya, his strength was estimated to be at least at the Sacred Realm. However, on the Sin Legion’s side, Zhuo Hua, Ni Yan, and Huang Zhaoyue, three Sacred Realms, were enough to utterly defeat this Burning Heaven Beast Lord.
Yet, just as Xia Feng thought this, his thoughts faltered. His Bronze Eye of Deconstruction clearly saw that throughout the dark and silent universe, around the warship and in all directions, other Venerables and even Sacred Realms emerged from the void, spiritual ripples spreading outwards from beneath their feet. Ten Spirit Masters, four of whom were Sacred Realms!
“…” All the soldiers on the Sin Legion warship were stunned, their scalps tingling. Damn it, what was going on now? Had they stumbled into the heart of Burning Heaven?
Zhuo Hua’s finger twirling the Yu Zhi stopped abruptly. He gripped it tightly, his expression gradually stiffening. Encountering the Time-Quantity Tide was already bad luck, but to fall directly into the heart of Burning Heaven?
