The Robber Cultivator Who's Tired of Living (Seeking Follow-ups)

Whoosh~

Zhang Dong unfurled his Inner World Projection, illuminating an area spanning over a hundred million li. Within this range, no mist could obstruct his detection—it was like a small-scale domain-type treasure.

Ordinary experts had no right to even perceive his Inner World Projection.

This was entirely different from a Realm Lord's world projection.

In terms of level, a Realm God's Inner World Projection was comparable to the law domain of high-order laws. He only used it for detection, and even those Venerables couldn't sense it.

Within the hundred-million-li range, there were five islands in total. Four of them were completely empty, while one had a World Ring on it. However, he couldn't peer inside the ring—he'd have to fly over to find out.

With luck, he might stumble upon a Heavy Treasure, or perhaps pick up some native inhabitants or the relics of powerful experts who had ventured here and fallen in the sea. Collecting relics could also make him rich.

Even Meng Chuan, a Six-Calamity Great Power, had to scavenge Five-Calamity relics on Demon Mountain. Making money was nothing to be ashamed of—it was still better than mining.

Every bit counts. Holding onto this philosophy, Zhang Dong prepared to search each island one by one, starting by completing the target the Virtual Universe Company had set for him.

When Luo Feng trained on the Outer Domain Battlefield, the military merit requirement the Virtual Universe Company set for him was ten trillion.

Killing a King-level Immortal was exactly ten trillion military merits, while killing a Peak Marquis required ten of them. Since Zhang Dong had come to a Cosmic Secret Realm, his target was to collect enough valuable wealth.

If he got lucky and picked up a Heavy Treasure, that would naturally fulfill the requirement.

Otherwise, he'd have to accumulate it the hard way.

The target set by the Virtual Universe Company—or more precisely, by Dark Marquis Lord—was to amass wealth worth fifty billion Hunyuan Units.

Typically, a high-level King or peak-level King had a total net worth of around ten billion Hunyuan Units. That was only because they had lived for eons, accumulating over countless years.

Yet Dark Marquis Lord demanded that Zhang Dong, while still a Realm Lord, accumulate fifty billion Hunyuan Units.

Among the five islands within detection range, the largest was only a few hundred kilometers in diameter—a very small type even within the Illusory Light Sea.

Zhang Dong didn't use Teleportation. The Illusory Light Sea's illusions were complex, and most King-level Immortals didn't dare teleport recklessly.

It was like the Cosmic Sea's forbidden zones—without a map, no one dared teleport carelessly.

In many Cosmic Secret Realms, teleportation carried the same risk. A single spatial fluctuation could shift the landing point, trapping oneself in some dangerous area.

"Hm?!"

Just as Zhang Dong was flying, he noticed four streaks of light heading toward him from about two million kilometers away.

With his vision, he could see their forms at a glance. He then searched the Virtual Universe for information and identified them as four Prison Race Kings.

Four aliens, charging at him with such aggressive momentum—clearly, they were here to plunder.

Encountering this in a Cosmic Secret Realm was normal. Unlike the Outer Domain Battlefield, where reinforcements could be summoned at ridiculous speed and major zones allowed you to call in allies from your own faction, here it was different.

Zhang Dong appeared as a human, a fresh face. Through his Treasure Armor, he emitted an Immortal aura, but that aura carried no real weight.

Among the human race, the powerful King-level Immortals were all famous. A fresh-faced Immortal God like this couldn't be that strong—robbing him was only natural.

The streaks of light moved fast, accelerating to thirty thousand kilometers per second even through the thick mist.

Zhang Dong watched coldly, not moving a step. The four Prison Race Kings found it strange. The weakest among them was a high-level King, and the leader was a peak-level King.

"He's not running?"

"This human King has quite the nerve, not fleeing when he sees us."

"Maybe he knows he can't escape and is ready to surrender, hand over his treasures, and pray for his life." The peak-level Prison Race King laughed confidently. "I know all the human peak-level Kings and limit-level Kings. This human clearly isn't one of them."

Just as the four Prison Race Kings were about to reach him, Zhang Dong's right hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

Within tens of thousands of kilometers, even the perpetual mist was affected, thinning noticeably. Vast energy surged, and the four Prison Race Kings were instantly crushed into powder, then reformed.

"Impossible!" The peak-level King felt his soul tremble. "My divine body—fifty percent annihilated!"

"Mine too, fifty percent!"

"Same..."

The four communicated telepathically. Their strengths varied, but all had exactly fifty percent of their divine bodies remaining.

Once one became an Immortal God, every shred of power contained their soul. Having fifty percent annihilated was a severe injury, drastically reducing their combat strength.

The worst part was that they couldn't move now.

The moment Zhang Dong's right hand clenched, even time and space seemed frozen. A peak-level King had no ability to resist.

"Not bad control over my power." With Zhang Dong's current strength, if he wanted to kill, he could have slain these four with a single strike from millions of kilometers away.

The reason he hadn't killed them was to test his power control.

Within tens of thousands of kilometers, the degree of damage varied across every point, allowing him to precisely annihilate fifty percent of their divine bodies.

"Milord, we were blind..."

The peak-level Prison Race King tried to beg for mercy, but before he could finish, Zhang Dong suddenly exerted force. The four Kings turned to ash instantly, never to revive.

A King-level Immortal's divine body was strong, and its regeneration ability was heaven-defying, but it couldn't surpass a god who cultivated powerful Realm God Secret Arts.

And no matter how strong the god, Zhang Dong could annihilate them with a flip of his hand. These four Kings died without ever understanding what level of expert Zhang Dong truly was.

The leading Prison Race King guessed he might be an Invincible King—a Cosmic Venerable wouldn't bother pretending to be a King.

Next, he picked up the four World Rings they had left behind.

"How can they be this poor?" Zhang Dong sneered after inspecting them. "You go out and become a Robber Cultivator, and this is all you've saved up."

The treasures from the four rings combined were only around seven billion Hunyuan Units.

There was no helping it—many powerhouses didn't carry all their valuables on them; they kept some cash in the bank. So for a Robber Cultivator to plunder someone's entire fortune was a once-in-a-billion-years event.

Whoosh!

Having casually killed four Domain Kings, Zhang Dong didn't think much of it. He headed toward the island with the World Ring to start collecting the remnants.

He wasn't worried about other Prison Race powerhouses coming to seek revenge.

The Illusory Light Sea had extremely low visibility to begin with, and the Prison Race simply didn't have such communication methods. As for tracking devices hidden in the remnants, he would never make such a low-level mistake.

"I wonder how long it'll be before I encounter a Heavy Treasure emerging." Zhang Dong was still quite interested in Heavy Treasures.

Heavy Treasures could be exchanged for money, money could be exchanged for Fermo Venom, Fermo Venom could be exchanged for Xiafeng Coins, and in the end, it all turned into True Divine Artifacts—what a great deal.