Soul Enslavement

Lei Mo continued to criticize Franklin!

"Even if you killed a divine beast, its bloodline is gone. A divine beast with only a soul is quite ordinary!"

"Furthermore, for someone like Marshal Mengba Erich, I cannot bring myself to strike. I fear that if he suddenly dies one day and his soul dissipates, what am I to do?"

Lei Mo felt refreshed after his rant, yet he was also deeply envious!

Thinking about it, what belongs to Franklin belongs to me; once he realized this, he felt instantly comforted!

"In short, you just need to know that this innate divine ability is heaven-defying, and that is enough!"

Lei Mo concluded.

Franklin certainly would not refute Lei Mo; the so-called "refreshing rant" was merely Lei Mo's one-sided illusion.

After all, Franklin's life creed was that whatever his master said was correct, and as long as his master was happy, that was all that mattered!

Setting aside Lei Mo's self-satisfaction, at the very moment Franklin became a god!

In the center of the distant Chaos Plateau, on the platform where the Tauren Hall of Ancestral Spirits stood—the mountain peak having been seemingly sliced off entirely—a thunderous, earth-shaking sound erupted.

Eight Totem Pillars instantly pierced through the Hall of Ancestral Spirits and rapidly grew to a height of a thousand meters, clearly visible even from hundreds of kilometers away.

On them, the runes of the seven elemental laws and the Destruction Rule flickered with various colors.

A Saint-level elder of the Ancestral Court came to inspect them. He stared at one of the pillars for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.

Following this, the elders who came to inspect one after another experienced the same situation; it was as if achieving an epiphany was as simple as drinking water, which was simply incredible.

Lei Mo was certainly unaware of the situation at the Ancestral Court; he was immersed in the joy of having awakened his destruction talent.

"Haha, finally I can perceive the fluctuations of the rules. This trip was worth it, truly worth it!" This matter was indeed worth celebrating!

Lei Mo couldn't help but feel excited once more. Heaven knows how much psychological pressure he had endured, struggling internally time and time again in this world where the strong preyed upon the weak.

To have such a heaven-defying aid as Franklin yet be unable to cultivate was frustrating just to think about.

Now, however, the rule fluctuations were so clear that his destruction talent would not be weak.

With these thoughts, Lei Mo took Franklin and returned to the Seti Alliance military camp, heading straight for where Marshal Mengba was located.

Seeing Lei Mo, Marshal Mengba was also surprised; the commotion on the battlefield just now had been too great.

Although he didn't know what had happened, Marshal Mengba had already assumed Lei Mo was dead.

"What happened on the battlefield? What was that irresistible power of heaven and earth? It happened right near you, didn't it?"

Marshal Mengba asked with certainty!

"I don't know either. I was immersed in the joy of battle and enlightenment at the time. I wasn't clear about what was happening around me, otherwise, I wouldn't have been so heavily surrounded," Lei Mo said, which was both the truth and quite reasonable.

"Later, I broke through to the ninth rank and was suddenly repelled by an irresistible force. My mind went blank for a moment, and I appeared dozens of kilometers away!"

Lei Mo selectively told the truth.

"I came to you, Marshal, because I wanted to know what exactly happened."

Lei Mo also asked a question.

Marshal Mengba paused for a moment before saying:

"It was a chaotic battle at the time. I intended to rescue you, but you were trapped too deep in the encirclement!"

"The Lombardy Alliance was determined to kill you at any cost and gave us no opportunity. They even sent successive experts to interrupt your epiphany, but they all turned to dust under your staff!"

"As for the specifics, we will have to wait for the battlefield reconstruction and deduction later."

After confirming that Marshal Mengba was unaware of the situation, Lei Mo left with peace of mind.

He did not want to leave the Keaton Kingdom just yet. Having only arrived a few months ago and finally settling into a human life, Lei Mo did not want to disrupt it so soon.

He would never admit it out loud, but he hadn't yet had his fill of the soldier's life.

His strength had broken through to the ninth rank, and he was only a thought away from the Saint level. The reason he hadn't broken through yet was that there were still some ideas he hadn't verified.

Although he now possessed the talent for the Destruction Rule, as far as Lei Mo knew, the Destruction Rule was always comprehended and advanced through combat.

The current trouble was that even without breaking through to the Saint level, the lethality of his Destruction Rule was already this terrifying!

Lei Mo's ninth-rank attacks, infused with the Destruction Rule, could not be blocked by ordinary Saint-level experts.

Thus, ordinary warfare was no longer useful to Lei Mo. As for battles between Saint-level experts, Lei Mo didn't know who to seek out, and furthermore, he didn't want to be too high-profile; Hudson was a cautionary tale.

Becoming a validation tool for a Saint-level expert, where defeating Hudson would mark one as a peak Saint—only to then become a stepping stone for Olivier—was too dangerous and did not fit Lei Mo's style.

Now, there was one possibility: could he improve his strength simply by comprehending the initial runes on Franklin?

If he could, Lei Mo would absolutely choose to develop in the shadows to the extreme.

Although battles in the Higher Planes were blood-pumping, and although those battles could provide opportunities for breakthroughs, and although there were chances for soul mutation...

Lei Mo didn't want any of it. He just wanted to survive until he reached the peak and then enjoy life.

Unless there was no other way, he truly dared not go to the Higher Planes!

That said, now that he was a true Saint-level expert himself, he should be qualified to know the information about the Higher Planes and the Divine Planes.

It might be worth asking around; even if I don't go, it wouldn't hurt to broaden my horizons. Perhaps I could even find out which people in this plane are not to be trifled with, so I can keep an eye out and avoid offending them in the future.

Right, don't offend anyone—living life is all about being this cautious.

Thinking of this, cultivation didn't even feel that appealing anymore. Anyway, I'm only a step away from being a Saint-level warrior, no need to rush!

I'll go ask; I might as well find Marshal Mengba and see if there's a chance to recruit him.

Having only returned for half a day, Lei Mo arrived at Marshal Mengba's location once again. Having killed over a dozen eighth-rank and three ninth-rank powerhouses from the opposing side on the front lines, he had now clearly broken through to the ninth rank. With such terrifying offensive power, his status had naturally risen accordingly.

The guards outside the tent were extremely enthusiastic upon Lei Mo's arrival, bordering on sycophantic.

This was partly due to their worship of the strong, and partly because Lei Mo had emerged unscathed from the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of troops!

Throughout the entire Seti Alliance, even those who didn't know Lei Mo personally had certainly heard of him.

As a ninth-rank powerhouse, he had killed three ninth-rank and over a dozen eighth-rank enemies in a row, with no fewer than several thousand people dying by his hand—he was a god of slaughter!

Operating on the mindset that if you can't befriend him, you absolutely must not offend him, to put it bluntly, they were somewhat afraid of him!

"Lord Franklin, is there something you need?" Marshal Mengba asked in his gentlest tone.

"Marshal, I have broken through to the ninth rank, and I feel that this will not be the end. This epiphany has been a great help to me, and I would like to learn about the famous Saint-level experts on the continent. I wonder if you have any channels for such information?"

Lei Mo said sincerely.

Mengba Erich was only an eighth-rank warrior, but he held a high position and was a branch of the royal family; he ought to know some secret information.

Hearing Lei Mo say that the ninth rank was not the end, Mengba Erich widened his eyes. He understood what was meant: Lei Mo was implying he could break through to the Saint-level at any moment.

The Saint-level—that was a special height. Immense strength was only a small part of it; it meant immortality. How many people had pursued it for five hundred years, only to end up as a handful of dust!