The Excited Beast Ancestor

In the starry sky.

Above the Sky Screen, characters condensed into shape in silence.

[TOP 7: Demon Beast Alliance · Blood Fang!]

The moment this line appeared, inside the Demon Beast Alliance Main Hall, the Beast Ancestor's body, seated upon the Alliance Leader's throne, suddenly stiffened.

His dark gold scales cast a rare, bright sheen in the dim light, and his knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the armrests, yet his face remained as cold and composed as ever.

"On the list."

He spoke only two words, his voice as calm as if he were stating a fact unrelated to himself.

But Lord Juefeng, standing behind him, saw it clearly.

The Alliance Leader's tail flicked silently against the floor—an instinctive reaction the Beast Ancestor only displayed when in a state of extreme excitement.

Lord Juefeng's nine heads simultaneously turned away, pretending not to have seen it.

The Beast Ancestor certainly had reason to be excited.

Blood Fang was a disciple he had cultivated with his own hands; from bloodline awakening to secret realm tempering, from basic laws to high-level combat, he had personally overseen every step.

Although the Demon Beast Alliance was formed by the merger of several smaller alliances and lacked the deep foundations of the humans or the Zerg, the effort he had poured into Blood Fang was no less than that of any Universe Master from a peak race.

Now, Blood Fang was on the list.

Seventh place—one spot higher than the Zerg's Miao Yi.

"Blood Fang," the Beast Ancestor said slowly.

Below the great hall, a lean beast covered in dark red scales stepped forward in response.

Its appearance was somewhat similar to the Beast Ancestor's, but its lines were sharper, its limbs long, and the end of its tail bore a row of barbed bone blades. Viewed from the side, its entire body resembled a bow pulled to its full draw.

Its eyes were a deep, blood-red, with vertical pupils. There was no wild joy within them, only the focused, dangerous calm of a hunter staring at its prey.

"This disciple is here."

"Seventh place. Not bad." The Beast Ancestor's lips curled slightly, revealing a set of fangs. "You've outdone that little girl from the Zerg who plays with illusions. You've brought honor to your master."

Blood Fang did not reply, merely lowering its head slightly. The row of bone blades at the tip of its tail rubbed together, emitting a faint, metallic clinking sound.

In the Demon Beast Alliance, it was known as the "Silent Fang."

Not because it was unaccustomed to speech, but because it was accustomed to converting all emotions into the instinct to hunt.

Whether happy or angry, it was all just a matter of a single claw strike once on the battlefield.

At the same moment, in the Demon Ancestor Secret Realm, the hearts of the Tremor Demon Ancestor and the Dream Demon Ancestor, which had just settled slightly after Frost Parasite made the list, were gripped once more.

Blood Fang was ranked seventh; that was already the top-tier echelon below immortality.

What made them even more uncomfortable was that Blood Fang was the disciple of the Beast Ancestor.

"That traitor's disciple has made the list as well."

The Dream Demon Ancestor's voice was as cold as shards of ice squeezed from between her teeth. She never used the Beast Ancestor's name, referring to him only as "the traitor."

A million years ago, when she and Zhen Jiao drove the Beast Ancestor out of the Demon Beast Alliance, he had been so wretched he didn't even possess a Supreme Treasure. Now, his disciple had surpassed her Demon Race's Frost Parasite on the most authoritative list in the Primal Universe.

The Tremor Demon Ancestor remained silent at her side.

His thoughts traveled further than Meng Cha's; Lie Tianzun and Star Devourer of the Demon Beast Alliance had yet to appear.

If even Blood Fang could rank seventh, then what of Lie Tianzun?

Could that heaven-defying beast, whose body could unfold to cover half the starry sky, be ranked even higher on the list?

He dared not think further, but his Demon Race instincts told him this was not over.

Inside the Zerg Queen Palace, the Queen frowned slightly.

She had been satisfied with Miao Yi ranking eighth, but the Demon Beast Alliance's Blood Fang ranking seventh, placing just ahead of Miao Yi, left her feeling displeased.

"The Demon Beast Alliance has some capability, it seems." The Queen's voice remained melodic, yet the Mothers present could all detect a faint, lingering chill.

She turned the Eternal Pearl in her palm, a sharp light flashing in her beautiful eyes. "However, the rankings are not finished. Look higher."

Ren, standing behind her, remained silent, but its Zerg warrior instincts were already digitizing and modeling Blood Fang's combat style, synchronizing it into the highest priority position within the core of the soul network.

Within the Machine Race Divine Kingdom, Father God's calculation core updated the combat database at millisecond speeds.

The appearance of Blood Fang caused no emotional fluctuation for him, only logical judgment: the Demon Beast Alliance possessed a genius on the list, ranked higher than the Zerg but lower than the anticipated human candidates.

Blood Fang's combat style leaned toward speed and single-target sniping, which overlapped with Zero's precise long-range strikes. The priority of the simulated battles would need to be readjusted based on the reward data released later.

Zero stood silently at the edge of the platform. Blood Fang's seventh-place ranking did not trigger any emotional fluctuations; it possessed no emotion module.

However, in its tactical database, a simulated imaginary enemy that had previously occupied the seventh position in the combat sequence was automatically overwritten and replaced with the name Blood Fang.

Meanwhile, among the high-ranking members of the human Hong Alliance, the City Lord of Chaos merely nodded slightly upon seeing Blood Fang's name, his expression unchanging.

It was no surprise that a genius from the Demon Beast Alliance could reach seventh place. The Beast Ancestor's methods were clear, having managed to bind a loose coalition of seventy-two Universe Masters into a single force over the span of a million years.

Blood Fang was his most valued disciple; it was expected that he would make the list.

"Blood Fang," the City Lord of Chaos repeated the name softly, his gaze remaining calm. "Ranking seventh means he is matched against opponents who are top-tier in both law comprehension and willpower."

"For every rank higher we climb, the gap in innate talent and temperament will only widen further."

Darkness Master chimed in from the side, his voice raspy: "Of the two on our side, one has lingered at the World Lord level for a million years, while the other shocked even Giant Axe when he stormed the Illusion Sea. Comparing them to the rest, I'm not worried about the rankings of those further down."

Having said this, he fell silent, offering no further explanation as he continued to watch the Sky Screen.

On the Sky Screen, the combat projection of Blood Fang began to slowly unfold.

It was a vast, almost boundless star-field wasteland, where shattered asteroid belts traversed the battlefield, countless fragments of rock tumbling slowly in the faint light of a distant star.

Blood Fang's figure refracted repeatedly within it at a terrifying speed. Its straight-line sprint was already approaching the theoretical limit of a peak World Lord, but what truly made one's scalp tingle was its ability to change direction at high speed without any trace of deceleration.

Every turn was as clean as a blade slicing through water, without the slightest hesitation mid-motion.

Its opponent was a powerful Marquis-level Immortal Demon Beast, over thirty thousand kilometers in length, its entire body covered in heavy, dark-gold armor plates studded with barbs, each capable of releasing shockwaves strong enough to tear through space.

The defensive power and fire-coverage range of this Immortal Demon Beast were top-tier among its peers.

Yet, facing Blood Fang, its fire coverage failed to lock onto the target from the very beginning.

Blood Fang was simply too fast. Its evasion did not rely on teleportation or concealment, but purely on physical speed, repeatedly piercing through the asteroid belt in zigzag trajectories, with each landing point precisely hitting the blind spot of its opponent's attacks.

The shockwaves released by the dark-gold Immortal Demon Beast had just struck a phantom image of Blood Fang when, in the next instant, Blood Fang had already circled to its side. The bone blade at the tip of its tail swept like lightning across a tiny gap in the armor plates, drawing out a short, piercing screech of metal on metal.

The dark-gold Immortal Demon Beast retaliated in a fury, its armor barbs firing in unison, thousands of shockwaves sweeping toward Blood Fang like a deluge.

Blood Fang advanced instead of retreating, weaving through the gaps in the shockwaves while unleashing its signature innate talent: Blood Burning Assault.

Its dark-red scales suddenly flared, and from beneath each scale surged a beam of energy so scorching it was nearly liquid. Its speed leaped dramatically in an instant, leaving a straight, crimson afterimage in the void.

As the afterimage settled, one of the limbs of the dark-gold alien Immortal Demon Beast had been torn off at the root.

The shockwaves ceased abruptly.

In the subsequent projections, the combat style displayed by Blood Fang could be summarized in three words: fast, ruthless, and relentless.

Every strike it made went straight for the vitals, and every blow was delivered with full force, leaving no room for error or mercy.

It relied neither on domain suppression nor soul attacks.

It was the pure combination of speed and lethality, carrying out the hunter's creed of "one-hit kill" to the extreme.

In one projection, even after losing its left foreclaw, it managed a counter-kill using the bone blade on its tail; only after the battle ended did it lower its head to lick the stump of its limb, without so much as blinking.

As the combat projection slowly dissipated, every observer in the Primal Universe understood one thing.

Blood Fang's seventh-place ranking was not due to its bloodline or resources; it was carved out through sheer slaughter.

[Demon Beast Alliance 'Blood Fang'. World Lord, Ninth Stage.]

[Law Comprehension: King-level High.]

[Willpower: Initial Marquis-level.]

[Comprehensive Evaluation: Innate Talent S-rank, Willpower A+ rank, Temperament B-rank.]

[Its comprehension, willpower, and growth potential are worthy of being ranked seventh among the top ten geniuses below the Immortal level in the Third Reincarnation Era of the Primal Universe.]

[Inventory concluded.]

[Reward: Divine Power Burning Secret Technique (First Level).]

[Reward: Domain-type Supreme Treasure · Snow Sand Sea.]

[Reward: True God-level Willpower Secret Technique (One Scroll). (Note: A True God is a "Strongest in the Universe." Mastering this technique allows one to obliterate any existence with willpower below the True God level.)]

When the words "True God-level Willpower Secret Technique" appeared on the Sky Screen, the entire Primal Universe fell silent.

A domain-type Supreme Treasure was shocking enough, but a True God-level Willpower Secret Technique completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

Willpower secret techniques were forbidden methods capable of directly obliterating the soul. They barely existed as complete inheritances within the Primal Universe; only a few of the Strongest in the Universe had managed to fumble through some crude applications based on their own talent.

Yet, what the Sky Screen provided this time was a complete secret technique clearly labeled as "True God-level."

Once cultivated to perfection, any living being with willpower below the True God level could be extinguished with a single thought!

How many were there? The Primal Universe was never short of Immortals.

The transition from World Lord to Immortal was a massive watershed, and the one from Immortal to Venerable was another.

All beings between these two watersheds would have no means of resistance when facing this willpower secret technique.

This meant that once Blood Fang cultivated this technique to its peak, it would hold an absolute, wide-range kill card on any battlefield below the True God level.

Tremor Demon Ancestor's pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

He had lived for countless epochs and had seen his fair share of storms, but even he did not possess something like a True God-level Willpower Secret Technique.

Dream Demon Ancestor fell into immediate silence, complex emotions, impossible to describe, churning deep within her serpentine pupils.

She had been rejoicing that the Mist Veil Armor obtained by Frost Parasite was a Supreme Treasure-class armor, but compared to a True God-level Willpower Secret Technique, the value was not even on the same order of magnitude.

Zerg Queen gripped the Eternal Pearl, her beautiful face devoid of its usual composed smile for the first time.

She was adept at soul attacks and understood the weight of a willpower secret technique better than most of the powerhouses present.

It was a true foundation for a race; even existences like the Machine Race, which lacked souls, would still be countered by willpower secret techniques!

Inside the Demon Beast Alliance Main Hall, Beast Ancestor could no longer maintain the calm on his face.

He stood up abruptly from the Alliance Leader's throne, his scale-covered chest heaving violently for several seconds.

A surge in suppression was one thing, but what truly made him unable to contain his ecstatic grin was that Blood Fang's willpower secret technique was area-of-effect; in the tug-of-war between his Demon Beast Alliance and the Demon Race, they desperately needed a trump card capable of winning against greater odds.

Blood Fang extended a foreclaw, catching the silver-white ball of light drifting down from the Sky Screen.

The moment the light touched his scales, it merged into his body, and a vast, cold inheritance of willpower surged into the depths of his soul.

He closed his eyes, reopened them a moment later, and gave a slight nod in the direction of the Beast Ancestor.

"This disciple understands the weight of this secret technique and shall share it with Teacher immediately."

The Beast Ancestor looked at Blood Fang, his eyes filled with gratification.

Lord Juefeng was even more overjoyed.

There had been countless internal disputes when the Thorn Ring Alliance first joined the Demon Beast Alliance, but seeing the Beast Ancestor's personal disciple ranked seventh on the Sky Screen and obtaining a True God-level willpower secret technique, he knew this meant the alliance now had a pillar for its future.

Meanwhile, in Chaos City, Luo Feng and Hong were gazing up at the Sky Screen from the same cultivation platform.

Hong's expression was usually indifferent, but this time, his brows furrowed slightly, a rare sight.

"True God-level willpower secret technique," he repeated the name in a low voice.

Luo Feng glanced at him sideways without speaking. He knew what Hong was thinking.

Hong's willpower had crossed the threshold of a Venerable a million years ago; in terms of willpower intensity, he feared no one.

However, what Blood Fang had obtained was a complete secret technique inheritance, which implied systematic application rather than relying solely on the instinctive impact of willpower.

The tactical gap between the two was far greater than the data on paper suggested.

"Are you worried about him?" Luo Feng asked.

"Not worried." Hong shook his head, his gaze remaining calm. "I am wondering, if the seventh place has already obtained a True God-level willpower secret technique, then what about those above?"

Luo Feng smiled, patted Hong on the shoulder, and said nothing more.

His comprehension of laws was already at the early Venerable level, and with his four clones and the first four changes of the Seven Changes of Yan God at his disposal, he had a clear grasp of his own strength.

But the appearance of Blood Fang's secret technique did indeed remind him of one thing.

The Sky Screen was becoming increasingly generous with its rewards, and each tier of rewards represented a qualitative leap.

From the Black Flame Blade to the Mist Veil Armor, to the Tianlan Domain, and now the Snow Sand Sea plus a willpower secret technique.

Every level was raising the stakes.

On a nameless planet at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, Yang Yu set down his wine pot, his eyes calm and ripple-free; the Sky Screen was becoming more and more interesting.