The Trump Card of Mutual Destruction

A D7-class alloy spacecraft was flying quietly through the dark universe.

Inside the safety cabin, Jiang Yao sat cross-legged, his expression pained and bizarre, shifting between ferocity and endurance as if two wills within his body were fighting for control.

In truth, two wills were indeed locked in a scorching entanglement.

Bizhang was worthy of being a Desolate God of the Tianhuang Ancient Continent; even as a hatchling possessing only the power of a Stellar Level, its will was incredibly formidable.

Jiang Yao had only cracked the "door" of the Xu Yuan Space open by a sliver, yet that ferocious will had impatiently surged out a thread.

Just that tiny thread of the Bizhang will made Jiang Yao struggle immensely.

The gap between their wills was like trying to block a blade with cotton.

The benefit, however, was that wherever this thread of the Bizhang will passed, a mysterious power seemed to push his cellular genes to undergo certain changes; though slow and subtle, every slight evolution of his genes caused a earth-shattering transformation throughout his entire body.

The backlash his origin had suffered while practicing the Xu Yuan Opening, and the damage to his potential, had all been repaired the moment he transformed into Bizhang and reversed back into his original form. Not only was it repaired, but his genetic level had directly leaped to twice what it was before!

Finally, he exhausted his mental energy to seal that thread of will from the Desolate God Bizhang back into the Xu Yuan Space.

At this moment, although Jiang Yao's body was full of energy, his mind was utterly drained. This game of "will-to-will confrontation," which combined pain, torture, danger, and fear, was simply insane in Jiang Yao's view!

However, as he experienced the changes in his body after surviving the ordeal, he tasted the fruits of such torture, even feeling a sense of exhilaration and the urge to do it all over again.

Heaven knows how many times he had silently sworn during his struggle with that thread of Bizhang's will that he would never again listen to that pig's advice and release the Bizhang will.

But being able to clearly perceive the strengthening of his body and the improvement of his cellular genetic level was simply too wonderful!

Even if it had only improved by a tiny bit.

The feeling of having the essence of one's life passively elevated bit by bit, without even reaching a major breakthrough, was just too good.

Such a wonderful feeling made all the suffering he endured after practicing the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God worth it.

Thinking about it, absorbing a Xueluo Crystal must also be very painful, perhaps even more painful than his confrontation with the Bizhang will.

As the saying goes, happiness comes from comparison. By comparing the imagined pain of fusing with a Xueluo Crystal, Jiang Yao built up the conviction to try again next time.

Coupled with the fact that his will had recovered slightly, he could now devote himself to the cultivation of comprehending the Origin Laws, which was much easier and more pleasant than playing a dangerous "game" of confrontation with the Bizhang will.

According to his memories of the original work, comprehending the Origin Laws seemed to be divided into three levels.

The first step was to perceive the fluctuations of the Origin Laws, which usually required one's domain to reach the eighth or ninth level.

The second step was to comprehend a thread of the universe's Origin Laws.

The third step was to cross the threshold of the universe's Origin Laws.

He had already reached the second step in the Origin Law of Fire, and the fluctuations of the Origin Law of Fire were the clearest law fluctuations he could perceive. If he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he crossed the threshold of the laws.

Although his perception of the fluctuations of the Origin Law of Light was also quite good, considering that "two birds in the bush are not as good as one in the hand," he decided to prioritize crossing the threshold of the Origin Law of Fire first.

This would provide an immediate boost to his combat power.

Moreover, to his surprise, while comprehending the Origin Law of Fire, he finally possessed a domain. This time, it was a true fire-attribute domain, not a domain disguised by the control power of the Xu Yuan Space.

Usually, for the vast majority of the human race, a domain is a ladder to comprehending laws, but for Jiang Yao, it was the other way around.

And this also meant he no longer had to worry about being exposed—whether in the Virtual Universe or in the real world.

Now, the "Xu Yuan Space" was completely crippled, having been reduced to a prison for confining the Bizhang will. All its power was used to suppress the Bizhang will, so even in reality, he could no longer use the control power of the Xu Yuan Space to simulate a domain.

The Taihuan Token Envoy chattered incessantly in Jiang Yao's ear: "Don't be happy too soon. Don't forget about your Lingtong Race innate divine ability. Even if you were to activate a divine ability from the source of your Lingtong Race bloodline now, it would only end up as food for Bizhang, so you have no choice but to keep pretending—pretend that the Bizhang will is the bloodline divine ability you awakened.

But I must warn you!"

The Envoy's expression became extremely solemn: "Unless it is an absolute last resort, never release the entire Bizhang will from the Xu Yuan Space! Not unless you are at the final moment of life and death!"

"Are you afraid I won't be able to pull it back?"

"Hehe, you possess the Xu Yuan Space, can control its power, and have learned the method of sealing. Of course, you can pull the current Bizhang will back, although it is very difficult. But you have experienced the process of transforming into Bizhang; you should know by now what Bizhang's food is, right?"

Jiang Yao's expression was somewhat subtle: "Is it life?"

To this day, he still felt a lingering fear of that feeling of losing self-awareness, with his mind filled only with hunger and the urge to find food.

"That's right, life is its food. Feeding helps it grow faster, so you know how dangerous this is, right?

After the Bizhang will you release devours the enemy, it will be your turn next. Devouring life will increase its power. Once you reach a state where you cannot seal it after its power has increased, your death date will have arrived. Ah, no, it will be the death date of your personality and will as Jiang Yao. Your body will still be alive, and it will live very well.

Of course, you must never transform into Bizhang. Releasing the Bizhang will still leaves a glimmer of hope, but transforming into Bizhang is purely suicide!"

Jiang Yao rolled his eyes at the Envoy's sarcasm: "So, at this stage, the purpose of Bizhang is a trump card that allows me to perish together with the enemy?"

"Your understanding is very clear."

"Then I would also like to know how strong my 'trump card' is," Jiang Yao added: "Consider it satisfying my curiosity, at least knowing what kind of enemy I can perish with."

The Envoy raised a pig trotter to stroke its chin: "Hmm, although the current Bizhang is equivalent to a newborn hatchling, its power level is actually about the same as yours, otherwise you wouldn't be able to practice the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God.

But in this world, it is the darling of the Origin Law of Fire and the Origin Law of Light. Even if it is just its will, as long as it is allowed to leave the Xu Yuan Space and come into contact with this universe, dealing with ordinary Universe Level beings is absolutely no problem.

If it weren't for the fact that you can control the power of the Xu Yuan Space and have the sealing method, a hundred of you wouldn't be able to suppress its will.

As for truly transforming into Bizhang, hehe, even Domain Lord level powerhouses should be under great threat, but since it has never truly happened, I have no way to estimate it accurately."

Even though he was prepared, Jiang Yao was still shocked. This meant that if he transformed into Bizhang, he could very likely unleash combat power that spanned two major realms. No wonder that in the early days of the Tianhuang Ancient Continent, the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God could claim to be invincible among peers.

And later, with the rise of the Myriad Races and various sects, it actually lost the title of being invincible among peers. Just how perverted must those cultivation techniques that could surpass the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God be?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yao felt a stir in his heart and decided to probe further: "You previously mentioned that the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God is a cultivation technique available to outer sect disciples of the Taihuan Sect. Are there no techniques for inner sect or even the true legacy disciples you mentioned? Or is it that I am currently unable to cultivate these superior techniques?"

Jiang Yao was not actually dissatisfied with the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God. Even though "not growing stronger means death," the process of resisting the will of Bizhang was agonizing, and he constantly faced the "Tribulation of Losing Self," a terror no less daunting than the line between life and death.

However, Jiang Yao was well aware of the benefits the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God brought him.

Although he did not know the upper limit of this effect that could continuously raise his genetic level, since the minimum level for an adult Desolate Beast was a True God, he feared this effect of raising his genetic level would not disappoint him.

In Jiang Yao's heart, the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God already counted as his own Nine Tribulations Secret Manual.

Even if its limit was not as high as the Nine Tribulations Secret Manual, and it could not surpass the perfect genetic level or deal with the World Beast, it did not matter—wasn't there Luo Feng?

In any case, the Galaxy Overlord could lead the human race to the pinnacle, transcend the cycle of reincarnation, and resolve the World Beast.

He would be satisfied just by becoming a high-level member of the human race who could hug Luo Feng's thigh; with Luo Feng bearing the most terrifying dangers, the struggles below would not threaten him. Wouldn't it be wonderful to comfortably enjoy an eternal life?

But a shadow had always lingered in Jiang Yao's heart.

That was his golden finger, the Taihuan Token.

From the Envoy using the excuse that the underlying architecture of the Source World was too different, making most techniques uncultivable and requiring modification.

To using the excuse of the Camouflage Domain to guide him into cultivating the Xu Yuan Opening, and making him open the Xu Yuan Space within his eyes, and then to visualizing the image of Bizhang to disguise his Bloodline Divine Ability.

And then to cultivating the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God, only to discover that the Xu Yuan Space could seal the will of the Desolate Beast.

This little pig, which looked cute in appearance, had almost step-by-step induced him, ring by ring, leaving him with no choice but to reach this point.

He had certainly obtained tremendous benefits, but none of this could cover up the bizarre actions of this so-called Taihuan Token Envoy.

If this Envoy were truly responsible for imparting the legacy techniques of Divine Lord Taihuan to the Token Master as he claimed, why the need for such secrecy and obfuscation?

Not to mention that the initial attitude of this Taihuan Token Envoy had been so arrogant, constantly harping on "how great Divine Lord Taihuan is" and "how lucky you are to become a Taihuan Token Master." Yet, once it was discovered that this was a Source World different from the Tianhuang Ancient Continent, that arrogant attitude had vanished entirely.

All these oddities cast a shadow over Jiang Yao's heart.

Of course, even if the Envoy did not tell him the truth, he had no way to force it and could only continue to play dumb. Regarding the arrangements or any schemes of this pig, he had no room to resist, nor would he resist; this was his only path to becoming an eternal existence.

But that did not prevent him from making an attempt to probe. After all, he had now been induced by the Envoy to cultivate the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God and had walked to the edge of a cliff, constantly facing the "Tribulation of Losing Self." In reality, there was nothing left to fear.

The Envoy fell silent for a moment, then said: "I know you have always had doubts, but what I said before about us being in the same boat was not a lie. Very well, since you have already cultivated the Nine Transformations of the Desolate God, there are some things you are now entitled to know."

As he said this, the Envoy, who had long maintained a somewhat lazy and even cheeky persona, seemed like a different person.

Although his appearance had not changed in the slightest, that originally silly and cute pig face no longer felt adorable. Instead, it felt as if an ancient behemoth had been resurrected; even within the void space of the Taihuan Token, it made Jiang Yao feel a trace of oppression and suffocation.

The words that followed were like a thunderclap.

"Do you really believe the story that 'Divine Lord Taihuan suffered a calamity and perished, sending out 129,600 Taihuan Tokens before his death to find fated individuals to inherit his techniques and cultivate a new Divine Lord Taihuan'?"