Chapter 159: Legend Species Snow Mink (Two-in-one)
Within the Faith World, the God Kingdom Fragment suddenly churned.
Endless darkflame erupted, as if to devour the world.
And Shaya’s Star Spirit Body, transformed into a small golden figure, stood amidst the raging sea of fire.
Then, with a benevolent smile, he extended his hand towards the wisp of divine sense belonging to the Lord of Ashes.
At this moment, if one were to summarize what was happening in the Faith World, it would probably be—
“Good boy, be obedient, let me see!”
“No!”
(Takes off glasses, Jie unseals)
“Let me see!”
At first, upon sensing Shaya’s Star Spirit Body intruding.
The wisp of divine sense from the Lord of Ashes subconsciously thought to corrode and devour the intruder, transforming it into a part of its own God Kingdom Fragment.
Then, as expected, it met its tragic end.
Only after being repeatedly suppressed and thoroughly defeated by Shaya, realizing that the golden figure before him was an unbeatable existence, did the divine sense finally remember to flee.
If that wasn’t possible, it had to inform its slumbering true body in the Astral Realm about the changes happening within this supreme holy artifact in the Prime Material Plane.
However, it was already too late.
Because of the Ruse set up by the Giant King’s remaining soul for Shaya, the entire Faith World within the skull was strictly sealed by Shaya, not even allowing a trace of opportunity to transmit information.
A few breaths later.
The golden figure, formed by Shaya’s Star Spirit Body, extended its hand and grabbed back the last wisp of darkflame attempting to escape the Giant King’s skull.
“Is this the power of faith that the Ash Cult spent thousands of years collecting, by sacrificing countless cities and myriad creatures?”
After completely annihilating the last vestige of independent consciousness from the Lord of Ashes’ divine sense.
In the next moment, Shaya’s thoughts shifted.
Within the God Kingdom Fragment, the pitch-black flames slowly dimmed a bit.
Countless gloomy shadows slowly ascended, surging upwards.
They then dissipated beyond the illusory void, into the vast Spirit World.
As they dissipated, Shaya felt wisps of tiny, indistinct gratefulness being transmitted to him.
These were the souls of those sacrificed by the Ash Cult, trapped and corrupted within this supreme holy artifact, enduring the torment of being burned by darkflame day after day. However, due to the nature of the God Kingdom Fragment, they found it difficult to dissipate.
If Shaya hadn’t helped them find release, they might have continued to be tormented by the darkflame purgatory here, perhaps for a hundred years, perhaps a thousand, or perhaps until the end of time.
As these souls of the sacrificed dissipated from the void and returned to the spiritual ocean of the Spirit World.
The illusory void also expanded significantly in an instant.
Having lost the control of divine sense, the power of faith within the Giant King’s skull lost its restraint and control, continuously overflowing and leaking through the illusory void.
At the current rate of leakage, it would be completely depleted within a matter of weeks.
Shaya looked at the God Kingdom Fragment, which now contained only pure power of faith after the vengeful souls had dispersed, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could sense the immense power gestating within.
With the Giant King’s remaining soul’s Ruse and the Lord of Ashes’ divine sense both annihilated, theoretically, Shaya himself was the highest authority holder of this Giant King’s skull.
If he wished, he could completely absorb the power of faith within.
After all, this was the faith accumulated by a True God’s cult over thousands of years, and it was also the foundation for the Lord of Ashes to return from the distant Deep Astral Realm in the future, walk the mortal world again, and establish his God Kingdom.
If all this power of faith were to be poured into an ordinary Transmigrator of the First or Second Ring, it would be enough to elevate them to the level of a seasoned Legend, just one step away from completing the metamorphosis of their life essence and becoming what is known as a Mythical Creature.
And if Shaya were to absorb and digest it all, he could sense that his strength would advance another step, allowing him to go much further in the divine domain.
But Shaya would naturally not use this power, pieced together from countless believers and sacrificed individuals, to enhance himself.
Who knew if some of this power of faith wasn’t contributed by some unkempt brute? The thought of using it on himself was disgusting.
However, before this power completely disappeared.
Temporarily borrowing it was a viable option.
After all, this skull was not only a treasure for the Ash Cult and the Lord of Ashes, but it was also involved in a huge conspiracy targeting the Imperial Capital.
“Your Highness, Your Highness—”
“Before, you caused such a huge commotion to revive me.”
“So this time, let me give you a big surprise too.”
Shaya thought for a moment and left a mental imprint within the skull.
“Yip yip yip! (Master!)”
“Yip yip, yip! (I won! I won!)”
The joyful cries of the Little Mink called Shaya’s consciousness back from the world within the Giant King’s skull to reality.
Little Mink, what did you win?
Shaya looked up and saw that the gloomy darkflame in the Little Mink’s eyes had disappeared.
The three rounds of blood-colored tomoe slowly receded, leaving only the ruby-like beast pupils.
Shaya’s gaze fell upon the illusory azure light screen that appeared on the Little Mink’s forehead.
[Name: Yin]
[Species Name: To be named (Newborn Legend Species)]
[Soul Pact Status: First Soul Pact (Master-Servant Contract: Shaya Egut)]
[Combat Level: 70 (Seventh Tier)]
[Racial Level: Legend Tier (Seventh Tier)]
[Familiar Skills: Amaterasu (Legendary Skill), Tsukuyomi (Legendary Skill)…]
Legend Tier, equivalent to Legend.
This was the rank of the Little Mink after completing another breakthrough.
In the Western Continent, especially in the Lost Domain, Legend Tier Lost Beast Kings were not uncommon, each occupying a lost territory.
However, Legend Tier Familiars that had signed a Soul Pact with a Beast Tamer were exceedingly rare, far rarer than Legend Beast Tamers.
After all, humans and Familiars had different lifespans.
Even Legend Beast Tamers had a lifespan limit of mostly a few hundred years, but for many Familiars with high racial levels, a few hundred years of age was merely just crossing the childhood stage and entering the growth period.
As for those King Tier and Emperor Rank Familiars that had fully grown, most had already become Beast Kings, possessing their own pride and majesty, and would never willingly bow their heads to sign a Soul Pact with a human Beast Tamer.
And for the sake of Soul Pact compatibility, tacit understanding, loyalty, and other reasons, human Beast Tamers preferred to contract Familiars that were still in the egg or juvenile stage.
This led to the vast majority of Legend Beast Tamers contracting Familiars that were mostly at the peak of the Sixth Tier.
The path of Legend, the threshold of Legend, was a chasm for both humans and Familiars. How many geniuses and former Legend seeds had been stalled here, unable to advance further.
Even the Pureblood Dragons, which had long since disappeared and existed only in the stories of Bards, would find it no easy feat to cross this step.
Although Shaya had spent most of the past ten years in slumber, thanks to the Soul Pact feedback from Shaya and the opportunity to devour darkflame this time, Yin had still taken this most difficult step.
The mark of a Legend Beast Tamer was the condensation of the Spiritual Ocean—
And the mark of a Legend Tier Familiar was the completion of a metamorphosis of its life essence.
Transcending its original race, causing every cell in its flesh and blood body to undergo a leap.
Because of this, all Familiars that broke through to the Legend Tier could be considered a completely new species, the so-called “Legend Species.”
The potential limitations brought about by the previous racial levels would all vanish, and they would stand at the same starting line.
“I heard from Teacher and Sylvia that Legend Tier Familiars undergo a metamorphosis of their life form, with many experiencing significant changes in their physical form. Yin, why do you seem unchanged?”
Shaya hugged the Little Mink and asked with some curiosity.
Apart from its fur becoming smoother and whiter, and its ruby-like eyes becoming deeper.
There was no change in its appearance at all.
It was still the cute creature that could captivate any female, from 6 to 6,000 years old, and combined with its “Beautiful Youth EX” passive, it was practically a walking Casanova.
This was completely different from the Legend Species evolution he understood.
Logically speaking, even the most ordinary Skeleton Soldier, upon breaking through to the Legend Tier, would naturally evolve into terrifying existences like Skeleton Emperor, King of the Undead, and so on.
“Yip, yip. (Master, because I think my current appearance is more deceptive, making it easier to paralyze opponents.)”
“Yip yip yip! (If my appearance is imposing and immediately makes people wary, then my illusions and sneak attacks won’t work.)”
“So that’s how it is.”
Shaya nodded with satisfaction, “Makes sense. As expected of my first Soul Pact Familiar, you’ve truly learned from your master, the master of deception.”
That’s right, Shaya had always considered himself a wise man who acted after careful planning, controlling the overall situation.
As for those situations where he personally went into battle, driving a Mech Black Knight and fighting others—
Haven’t you heard of the “Analects of Lun Yu”?
Shaya stroked the fur of the Little Mink in his arms, looked at the azure light screen panel, and once again fell into deep contemplation.
“Unnamed brand new Legend Species…”
Snow Mink was just the original name of Yin.
Breaking through to the Legend Tier was equivalent to completing an evolution, becoming a unique new Legend Species in the entire Western Continent.
The species name “Snow Mink” was no longer worthy of Yin’s current status.
In other words—
It was time for his favorite naming session again.
Yin blinked its ruby-like eyes obediently in Shaya’s arms.
The reason it gave earlier for not changing its physical form was only partial and incomplete.
The most important reason Yin was unwilling to change its physical form and evolve into a more powerful Nine-Tailed Fox or a majestic Silver Moon Wolf King was—
Because those evolved forms, while handsome, couldn’t serve as a cuddle pillow!
Since it specialized in illusions and didn’t rely on close combat, not having sharp teeth and claws was naturally of no consequence.
Compared to those meaningless, overly cool, and flashy, “kill me” type of appearances, Yin still felt it was more practical to continue to lie in Shaya’s arms.
The elegant white cat with an overpowering aura of a queen had now been confirmed by a certain Holy Grail to be Sylvia’s alt account. And that Azure Silver Witch was clearly too embarrassed to openly use an alt account for such intimacy again, so the Little Mink had regained its status as a cuddle pillow.
Apart from Crimson, it was undefeated in the path of becoming its master’s cuddle pillow.
It was time to reclaim everything that once belonged to it.
However—
Master said he was going to name my Legend Species…
The Little Mink timidly poked its head out, looking at its master’s pensive profile. Its originally beautiful mood instantly became less beautiful.
As the earliest Familiar that had been by Shaya’s side since the Ceylon period, Yin had a vivid memory of its master’s terrifying naming ability.
It was the kind of type that was bad but didn’t know it, and the worse it was, the more it liked to play.
If not for its insistence back then, even threatening to tear down the house, it wouldn’t be called “Yin” now, but rather “Little White” or “Beautiful Mink.”
Don’t be fooled by Shaya’s current thoughtful pose; Yin was truly not confident about the name his master would ultimately give.
“I’ve got it!”
Shaya’s eyes opened and closed, glinting with light.
It was as if countless inspirations and brilliant ideas were colliding in his eyes, and in that collision, sparks of wisdom were ignited.
With a shift of his thoughts, a line of new text appeared on the illusory azure light screen—
[Species Name: Realm.Snow Mink (Legend Species)]
Feeling the name transmitted by Shaya through the Soul Pact, the Little Mink felt instantly stunned.
“Yip yip yip? (Meow meow meow?)”
“Realm Snow Mink, the full name is ‘Boundary Breakthrough. Snow Mink’.”
Shaya patiently explained to his main Familiar, “Yin, think about it—”
“I am now burdened with the title of God Slayer, and Teacher seems to be at odds with those Ancient Gods, so we definitely cannot take the shortcut of igniting divine fire and becoming a god through faith. We must strive towards the Throne.”
“The so-called ‘Realm.Snow Mink’ is the ardent hope I place on you.”
“I hope that after becoming a Legend Species, you won’t become arrogant and complacent, but will strive hard and persevere.”
“Aim to break through the boundary of the Throne and become a Throne Tier Familiar.”
He stroked Yin’s little head.
“When you break through to the Throne Tier and possess power comparable to Mythical Creatures and demigods,”
“Then you can naturally change your species name from ‘Boundary Breakthrough. Snow Mink’ to ‘God. Snow Mink’.”
“With the body of a lowly Snow Mink, as humble as dust, to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods, and slay all gods…”
“How about it, isn’t it cool?”
“Yip… Yip yip~ (Is… is that so?)”
Yin whimpered weakly in Shaya’s arms, its fluffy white tail listlessly wrapping around Shaya’s wrist.
It always felt like its master was tricking it, but it had no proof.
Shaya did not dwell on this for long.
If you have a name, use it; think of something and use it, this is Shaya’s ninja way.
What, my Familiar says all the names I give are outrageous?
Then I can only say, “One step ahead of the era is a genius, and one step beyond the era is a madman.”
With his high aesthetic as a Transmigrator, his inability to resonate with the crowds in this Western Continent still in a medieval civilization might be the unique sorrow of a Transmigrator.
His gaze fell upon the undulating black mist and the snow-white skull of the Giant King in his hand.
Shaya had not forgotten that in the Imperial Capital, there was a Double Agent waiting for his polluted delivery.
If the Ash Cult sent the holy artifact but the Imperial Capital did not receive it, it would inevitably arouse suspicion from the other party.
Judging by the way the trading parties were loudly plotting at the secret gathering, they obviously knew each other’s real identities.
The secret gatherings of the Golden Dawn occurred only once every few months. If the other party sensed something amiss and communicated information in the Prime Material Plane, changing the previously agreed-upon grand conspiracy, it would be beyond Shaya’s control and he wouldn’t be able to observe from the shadows anymore.
Thus, a few minutes later.
When Shaya once again sensed the illusory prayer sound, completely different from before, echoing from a secret coordinate in the Prime Material Plane’s Imperial Capital.
Shaya picked up the Ash Cult’s supreme holy artifact, the Giant King’s skull, which he had modified.
Then, he threw it towards that coordinate in the Prime Material Plane.
Black mist surged, engulfing the Giant King’s skull.
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PS: Sorry for the delay again. It seems I can’t fix my sleep schedule, so I’ve resigned myself to fate.
However, today is a double update.
