I Said Die
After reading it, Su Luo's expression turned somewhat strange.
What is this? It looks pretty powerful though.
According to information that Yuncang No. 0 later retrieved from the corpse of the World Will, the Demigod rank corresponds to Lv.100 or higher in the [Ten Thousand Worlds] system, and in the Survival System, it corresponds to level 10 or higher.
But this seems to be an juvenile, which died many years ago. Later, Jing Yunxin Resurrection it, but Su Luo doesn't seem to be that strong.
"How are you? Consultant Su, am I... am I alright?" Jing Yunxin quickly woke up after Su Luo removed the effects of the Heartfire, her face somewhat pale.
"On the surface, there seems to be no harm, but your soul has experienced an abnormal amplification, and the amplified portion originates from that being. You can judge for yourself the rest of the information." Su Luo confirmed that Jing Yunxin's mind was not affected before handing her the information provided by the [Ten Thousand Worlds] panel.
After reading it, Jing Yunxin let out a long sigh of relief:
"So... at least it wasn't possession or Curse. It was just... a rather special 'tenant'? After it ended, when I saw it materialize in the air and then disappear instantly, I thought it had failed or was being haunted by something. There were also some indistinct sounds. Turns out it just 'moved in' in this way..."
"I'm glad you can accept it." Su Luo nodded, but in her heart she was thinking about the miraculous soul fusion technology of Perched Healing True Spirit.
In the Land of Darkness, amidst the desolate rocky mountains.
The Mutated Insect Queen's body, covered with New Life dark red tumors and tattered carapace, was undergoing its final metamorphosis.
A furnace-like roar emanated from within it, the sound of massive amounts of biomass being efficiently transformed into pure life energy. Its aura Diffusion outwards in waves, like a tangible Tide, clearing away the ground within a radius of several kilometers.
It slowly extended its sensory tentacles, like a king taking stock of his final army.
In its field of vision, only about a hundred insects remained surrounding it. These were the last elite of the group, the core members it planned to use to rebuild its nest in the new territory.
The Insect Mother paused for a moment, then looked at her living offspring, radiating vibrant life force.
A brief pause.
Finally, it opened its ferocious jaws and issued a silent command. The surviving offspring froze, then, as if controlled by invisible threads, lined up and numbly and obediently walked toward their mother's enormous mouth.
Eat them all.
A new cycle is about to begin, digesting all the accumulated wealth and moving to a richer, safer new environment, where a stronger, more adapted next generation will be born.
Just as she was thinking this, the Mutated Insect Queen's antennae caught an unusual scent in the air, a scent that seemed somewhat familiar.
It suddenly raised its forebody, its compound eye array focusing precisely, Lock-On onto the top of a low hill in the distance.
There was a person standing there.
Its figure appeared tiny in its vast field of vision, yet its posture was remarkably steady. Most striking was a long string of objects hanging from the man's robe—a chain of dozens of identical amulets.
That... insect dealer!
Fragments of memory were stirred up; the Mutated Insect Mother still remembered the events at Gravity Peak, where that despicable thief stole its offspring.
But the Mutated Insect Mother didn't pay much attention, silently gathering her offspring and continuing to feast. In her eyes, she was no longer the same as before.
However, the person moved.
Instead of leaving, he strode forward, heading straight towards the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood where the Insect Mother was located.
Warn!
The Insect Mother instantly became alert, stopped swallowing, and lowered her massive body slightly, adopting a defensive posture.
A condensed, invisible mental shockwave, powerful enough to make the brains of most creatures boil, shot towards the approaching entity. This was a natural application of its evolved Divine Power, carrying Berserk killing intent and a will to drive it away.
The moment that powerful mental fluctuation left the body, it seemed to have struck an invisible barrier. The mental fluctuation spontaneously Burn, transforming into a fleeting black flame before vanishing without a trace.
?!
The Insect Mother stood up straight instantly.
As the person walked, he casually raised his hand, the movement light and effortless. In an instant, one of each of the hundred or so insects remaining beside the Insect Mother, each with slightly different forms, was "selected" and slowly rose into the gray sky.
At the same instant, all the remaining insects suffered a devastating blow. A low buzzing sound swept by, and then, as if they had been thrown into an invisible, massive hydraulic press.
A continuous, chilling crushing sound rang out; carapaces shattered, bodily fluids spurted out, and flesh turned to mush. In just a breath, only a large puddle of thick, dark red meat paste remained.
Instead of scattering and splashing, the meat paste was forcibly compressed and condensed under the constraint of some powerful force... ultimately transforming into a dark red "giant pillar of flesh and blood" with a diameter exceeding one meter and a length approaching twenty meters.
It looks a bit like a sausage; this sausage is pretty good too.
One end of the giant pillar, irresistibly, shoved straight into the Mutated Insect Queen's gaping maw filled with sharp teeth.
Wow... it's huge!
Completely powerless to resist, the Insect Mother tearfully ate her child's stick.
He could only watch helplessly as that enormous thing roughly pried open his mouth, shoved into his esophagus, and filled his stomach.
After it resolved everything, the already surging energy within its body surged once more, reaching an unprecedented peak, and its Constitution directly reached 22.
An ordinary-looking hand pressed down on its head, rendering it completely immobile.
Heavy pressure. Stable. Unshakeable.
"Nirvana, I say Nirvana. Now."
Who are you?
The Insect Mother's consciousness churned violently, conveying waves of confusion and anger.
"Snap!"
A resounding, crystal-clear explosion echoed as the carapace and bones shattered simultaneously.
A giant Spell hand, over five meters in diameter and composed entirely of various highly solidified Spell models, appeared out of thin air and pressed down gently, in sync with the man's hand movements.
The Insect Mother's incredibly hard head, like a walnut struck by a hammer, instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks on its thickest shell. Then, a large chunk collapsed, and viscous tissue fluid mixed with broken shell fragments gushed out from the cracks.
The overwhelming realization of its insurmountable power engulfed its consciousness like a tsunami.
"Wait, wait! Nirvana... is a life-saving Talent that was triggered when I was truly on the verge of death! Unless... unless I voluntarily Sacrifice everything in this life, forcibly infusing the essence into the next generation of insect eggs, accelerating the catalysis of the 'next life' that inherits most of the power! But that requires time to prepare, and it requires a specific environment!"
"Then just Sacrifice, and I can guarantee you won't die in your next life." The owner of the hand said indifferently.