The Sound-Direction Clan

Several months ago, Chen Beixun landed in a sea area, hiding in the deep ocean to secretly observe the distribution of power, the number of experts, and to learn the native language.

The man of extraordinary origin killed by Chen Beixun belonged to the Sound-Direction Clan, known by other local tribes as the Ancient Emperor Clan. The strength levels in this star system are divided into: Opening Realm (Apprentice tiers 1-9), Material-Communication Realm (Planetary tiers 1-9), Dao-Discussion Realm (Stellar tiers 1-9), and Ancient Emperor Realm (Universal level).

The strongest on Dili Planet are merely Stellar tier 8, while the Sound-Direction clansman who was killed was a mere Planetary tier 7.

Chen Beixun was very interested in the Sound-Direction clansman named Luoduo, who possessed seven layers of domain despite being only Planetary tier 2.

Luoduo—a supreme genius of the Sound-Direction Clan—reached the Planetary level at age ten and comprehended a domain, and by age twelve, he killed a Planetary level expert five minor realms above him. He has only been growing for a mere fourteen years.

Luoduo was once nearly poisoned at a clan banquet, and it was Chen Beixun who secretly intervened to help him survive the ordeal.

Inside the patriarch's palace at the Sound-Direction Clan's ancestral grounds...

"My son, why hasn't he returned yet!" roared the irritable, black-bear-like man on the throne.

The elders below remained silent.

Everyone in the Sound-Direction Clan knew that the patriarch's son, Xien, was violent, eccentric, lecherous, and narrow-minded, always suppressing the geniuses within the clan.

"The Holy Envoy is arriving soon! Where has that bastard gone!" The patriarch was so angry he was about to explode.

In this small, closed world, the Divine Assessment is a matter that excites countless people on Dili Planet. As long as one passes the assessment, they can go to the underground world of Tianwen Planet to receive a mysterious inheritance!

At this moment, they were still unaware of the approaching danger.

Forty thousand kilometers away from the Sound-Direction Clan's ancestral grounds.

"Once I master the Spirit Control technique, I will directly soul-enslave that fellow named Luoduo." Chen Beixun flew through the air; his goal was to control the strongest person in this region.

"Master, I have major intelligence!" Chunqiu said. "I have already sent it to you, Master."

"What is it?" Chen Beixun raised his arm, his two fingers lightly touching the metal plate on his bracer.

The metal plate projected an image.

"A spaceship?!" he exclaimed in surprise while flying in the air.

Chen Beixun stared at the reconnaissance footage sent back by Chunqiu and remained silent for a moment.

"It seems I underestimated the level of civilization here; there must be an underground world," Chen Beixun secretly thought.

He immediately ordered, "Chunqiu, one shot from the small particle cannon, rapid fire. I want him alive!"

"Received!" Chunqiu said excitedly.

Deep sea...

Inside the spaceship's control room.

Chunqiu adjusted various pieces of equipment and spoke excitedly.

"Preparing..."

The spaceship slowly raised a cannon with a triangular cone at the front.

"3...2...1, fire," Chunqiu shouted happily.

A point of light rose from the sea surface, then turned 90 degrees, looking like a meteor in the night.

The precision of the particle cannon was extremely high, akin to throwing a needle from 10,000 kilometers away and having it fly into a hole a few millimeters wide at the second cosmic velocity.

In an instant, a point of light streaked across the sky and bombarded the spaceship flying in the air.

With a "thud," the spaceship flying in the sky was instantly blown into two pieces.

At the same time...

"Almost there!" Chen Beixun flew through the air.

Within a few seconds, he arrived at the crash site of the spaceship.

A person crawled out from the wreckage; he was wearing a white robe that was already tattered, and he shouted at the sky: "Who dares to attack my Holy Envoy? Are you not afraid of Emperor Jing's punishment!"

Chen Beixun's eyes turned cold, and several flying blades appeared around his body. He then waved his large hand, and the blades attacked the man.

"Anti-Saint Alliance!" the Holy Envoy screamed.

The Holy Envoy was instantly blown into countless pieces, the smell of blood mixed with burning metal truly disgusting.

A woman in a white robe slowly crawled out from the wreckage; she seemed to have been stunned by the previous attack and had only just regained consciousness.

"It really is crude, made of B3-grade metal," Chen Beixun said, stepping on the corpse of the man who called himself the Holy Envoy.

"What kind of thing is this so-called Emperor Jing?" Chen Beixun asked the Holy Envoy, who still had half a life left, with an arrogant air.

"Who are you? Emperor Jing is my father!" the white-robed woman said without beating around the bush.

"Good, good." Chen Beixun extended his hand, and an invisible force extended from his palm.

The soul cultivation technique Chen Beixun practiced was called the Twilight Art, consisting of three volumes; each volume had ten chapters totaling over six million words. According to the first volume, one could perform soul-searching after cultivating three crystals, and five crystals could control a person as one's soul slave!

The white-robed woman's vitality plummeted instantly, and within moments, she became a corpse.

"Sigh, it seems my soul-searching technique still needs practice," Chen Beixun shook his head.

It seems this so-called Emperor Jing is only at the third or fourth rank of the Universe level, while the Demon Island Vine has already grown to the seventh rank, Chen Beixun mused.

With the Demon Island Vine as a major trump card, Chen Beixun naturally had no fear of ordinary Universe-level beings.

But if there are high-level Universe-level experts, I'll be in a difficult spot.

This Emperor Jing is merely a second-tier figure on Tianwen Planet; there are even stronger ones like Emperor Ta and Emperor Mu.

Fortunately, there are no Domain Lord-level experts. If there were, they would have discovered me long ago, Chen Beixun thought to himself, then shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of light as he flew away.

The technology on Dili Planet was extremely backward, while the technological level of Tianwen Planet was passable, having just entered the era of interstellar travel.

As Chen Beixun flew through the air, he pondered:

Be cautious. These natives have poor information flow; news of the Holy Envoy's death won't spread for several days.

Plus, with the sealing capabilities of Chunqiu, there will be no problem handling everything here.

I'll head to the Sound-Direction Clan first to snatch Luoduo, then refine the fifth crystal to cast the secret technique and enslave him.

Before long, he arrived...

Above the territory of the Sound-Direction Clan.

Chen Beixun hovered in the air, looking down at the scene below.

Within the Sound-Direction Clan's territory, the air was filled with the clamor of voices as a grand celebration was underway.

Clearly, they were unaware of the terror they were about to face.

"My apologies, Sound-Direction Clan. I will compensate you in the future. Demon Island Vines!" he said coldly.

Suddenly—

Countless blood-red vines flew toward the territory of the Sound-Direction Clan.

The vines blotted out the sky and sun, snatching up lone members of the Sound-Direction Clan from time to time.

Cries and screams were incessant, and a large number of weak Sound-Direction clansmen were shaken to death by the shockwaves of the Demon Island Vine's rampage.

"Damn you, Ancient Emperor Mirror!" The clan leader stood before the archway of the palace, watching this scene with eyes splitting in rage.

He was powerless, able only to stare in frustration.

It was nothing short of a massacre!

The Demon Island Vine currently possessed 72 vines, each reaching a terrifying length of 1,450 kilometers, while the small Sound-Direction Clan territory was only 250,000 square kilometers.

"Found you, Luoduo." Chen Beixun's gaze turned icy as he stared at the fleeing crowd in the distance.

Luoduo was right there in the crowd, moving in a panic along with the others.

Suddenly, an invisible giant hand reached into the crowd toward Luoduo.

"Ah! Teacher, save me!" Luoduo was terrified by the sudden strange force and cried out in alarm.

"Luoduo!" A handsome man in the crowd became instantly frantic.

He was the youngest genius in the Sound-Direction Clan, a figure of unprecedented talent. Countless elders had poured endless effort into him, and the clan had invested massive resources, all pinning their hopes on him going to Tianwen Planet to receive the inheritance.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, a Sound-Direction Clan leader had received the inheritance on Tianwen Planet and broken through to the Ancient Emperor Mirror in one leap.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Chen Beixun did not linger and flew away at high speed.

"I've abducted 1,520 members of the Sound-Direction Clan this time; that's enough for my research." Chen Beixun was quite excited as he flew through the air.

To master the soul control of the Twilight Art, one must necessarily conduct research and practice on a large number of living beings.

The first chapter of soul control requires the practitioner to possess profound soul-infiltration techniques. Chen Beixun was not a man who enjoyed killing, but he was forced by the secret technique. In the Empire's legal code, it was forbidden to harm Imperial citizens, but the planet where the Sound-Direction Clan resided was ownerless land with no concept of citizenship. It was ironic; Chen Beixun had once participated in a war between families, joining as a mercenary.

The side Chen Beixun was on won and carried out a frenzied massacre of the defeated side. At that time, the Empire acted as if it were blind and didn't care at all; tens of millions of lives were extinguished just like that.

It was then that Chen Beixun saw clearly who the legal code was for, and that strength would always be his most solid shield.

I'll buy some slaves to practice on once I get out, Chen Beixun thought to himself.

He flew to a sea area and plunged straight into the water.

Deep in the ocean, inside his spaceship.

It's strange. This region of space is resource-poor, yet it can give birth to so many Universe-level beings. The underground world isn't much better either. Could there be a legacy of a supreme expert? Chen Beixun sat cross-legged on a fur rug, pondering.

Unfortunately, my soul-searching ability is lacking; I didn't get any important information from the Holy Envoy. It seems it won't be long before the experts on Tianwen Planet learn of the Holy Envoy's death. I must make plans.

Let's consolidate: Tianwen Planet has six major nations, eight great temples, and three inheritance sites. In terms of strength, there are twelve Universe-level experts, over a thousand Star-level, nearly a hundred thousand Planet-level, and over a billion Apprentice-level. Chen Beixun calculated, If I can control these natives, it will definitely be a great help.

Over 300 years had passed. Chen Beixun had also forged a heart of iron and stone; to be precise, he had become extremely cold-blooded. If he had lived this long while still acting like a saint, it would truly be a miracle.

"First, I must condense the final crystal required for soul enslavement." Chen Beixun furrowed his brows, then waved his hand with a flourish.

Swish!

A strange, brilliant golden gemstone materialized before him, hovering above his head; instantly, it emitted countless beams of light.

What Chen Beixun was using was none other than the Gold Soul Stone; he had scavenged it from the fringe regions during the Universal Mercenary examination years ago, and only after tinkering with it for years did he grasp a fraction of its secrets.

The primary function of the Gold Soul Stone was to solidify, repair, and strengthen the soul.

The fifth crystal was far more difficult than the previous ones, and Chen Beixun had to attempt it several times before he finally succeeded.