Ancestral God Cult

The entire Wind Abyss Star—this ancient planet that had birthed countless Divining Wind Beasts and concealed thirty-two God General Inheritance Temples—was actually just a component of some supreme treasure?

Just how terrifying was the true body of that Illusory God Bell?

"You reached the 9,999th level but did not step onto the 10,000th. That means your ambitions do not end there."

The Wind Beast God's voice suddenly changed from Uncle Qing's tone into something deeper.

"Kid, how far do you want to go?"

Fang Yan fell silent, grumbling inwardly.

Could I tell you I want to become a Hunyuan Lord? You make it sound like you can do anything.

Seeing that Fang Yan did not answer, the Wind Beast God did not press him further.

Then, he raised his right claw and lightly swiped through the thickest tuft of azure fur on his chest.

A drop of blood was squeezed from his fingertip.

The Wind Beast God stared at that drop of blood, then raised both claws and made a pulling motion in the void.

The drop of blood began to divide—one became two, two became four, four became eight—until it finally turned into ten crystals the size of fingernails.

Each crystal was a perfect hexagonal prism, amber in color. Within them, azure patterns of the Law of Wind intertwined with silver patterns of the Time Law, forming an extraordinarily mysterious balance.

"This is called a Xun Cosmic Crystal."

The Wind Beast God used a gentle force to send the ten crystals before Fang Yan.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and carefully caught the ten Xun Cosmic Crystals.

Wasn't this basically Blood Luo Crystal's sister brand?

"This is the opportunity I am giving you."

The Wind Beast God's voice was calm, yet carried a trace of kindness.

"If you can fuse ten Xun Cosmic Crystals, I will accept you as my personal disciple."

Fang Yan abruptly raised his head. Wasn't this test far too simple?

The difficulty of fusing ten Xun Cosmic Crystals was probably only comparable to the Black Warriors of later generations.

But the Wind Beast God had clearly already discovered his Spring Autumn Cicada avatar.

Just like the Golden Horned Beast, the Spring Autumn Cicada would definitely help with absorbing Xun Cosmic Crystals.

Fang Yan remained suspicious of the overly brief test the Wind Beast God had given him.

He thought of how, after the Universe Masters of the various races gradually increased in number, they began hunting the Eight Beast Gods on a massive scale. The way Fang Yan looked at the Wind Beast God changed again and again.

Could this old bastard be in such a hurry to find someone to be buried with him?

"Senior, the test of fusing ten Xun Cosmic Crystals is not difficult for this junior. Is it not too... casual for you to use this as the condition for accepting a personal disciple?"

The Wind Beast God fell silent for a moment.

He raised his right claw and gently swept it through the void.

An image appeared amid Xingkong.

It was a snow-white feline creature. Though it had absolutely nothing to do with the Wind Beast God in appearance, its eyes were exactly the same: amber vertical pupils.

In the image, the white cat was crouched in the void, surrounded by Law of Wind fluctuations so dense they seemed impossible to disperse.

"This was the only disciple I ever accepted."

The Wind Beast God's voice deepened, and a trace of hoarseness surfaced beneath Uncle Qing's tone.

"His talent was outstanding, and I taught him everything I had."

The Wind Beast God's claws slowly tightened, and another image appeared in the void.

The white cat stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, dense bloodlust permeating his body.

His eyes were no longer amber vertical pupils, but a crimson Chaos.

Beneath his feet lay the corpses of thousands of special lifeforms.

Fang Yan was slightly shocked. After all, unless they were mortal enemies, special lifeforms were generally quite friendly toward one another.

The Wind Beast God's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"He used what I taught him to slaughter more than three thousand special lifeforms, refining the essence of those beings in an attempt to forcibly break open his exceptionally sturdy Origin Core."

Fang Yan's pupils contracted slightly as he recalled his own words.

"I am not of the demonic path, but the righteous path..."

This brother was one of my kind too, Fang Yan could not help thinking.

"Then I killed him with my own hands."

With one claw, the Wind Beast God wiped away the image in the void, as though erasing a memory he did not wish to revisit.

"He could not break open his Origin Core, and his lifespan had reached its limit."

"In the end, he told me that he merely wanted to live."

The Wind Beast God turned his head, his amber vertical pupils staring directly at Fang Yan.

"Yes, he merely wanted to live. Since then, through endless ages, I have never accepted another disciple."

The Wind Beast God continued.

"Until today, when I heard these words of yours."

The Wind Beast God raised a claw and pointed at Fang Yan's chest.

"You do not want to look back, nor do you want to condemn your former self. How am I any different?"

The Wind Beast God's voice rippled ever so faintly, and a streak of light shot from his eyes.

The endless Xingkong in the distance directly collapsed, and countless spatial fragments erupted into a surging torrent.

At this moment, the Wind Beast God had completely mastered an ultimate secret technique, advancing from then on to become a Third-Order Universe Master!

(I am at the peak of the third transformation... ٩(๑^o^๑)۶)

The Wind Beast God stretched out a claw and grabbed at the void.

A token appeared out of thin air, floating before Fang Yan.

The token was entirely azure and roughly palm-sized. Its front bore an engraved totem of a divine beast roaring toward the heavens. The lines of the totem were extremely simple, yet they captured the Wind Beast God's spirit vividly.

On its back was a line of ancient divine script. Although Fang Yan could not recognize the words, the instant his gaze fell upon them, their meaning automatically surfaced in his mind.

"This is the Wind-Time Beast God Inheritance Token."

The Wind Beast God spoke lightly.

"With this token, you may receive Wind-Time Fusion Law inheritances in the Ancestral God Cult. Once you have fused ten Xun Cosmic Crystals, bring this token to the Ancestral God Cult and find me. At that time, I will formally accept you as my personal disciple."

Fang Yan accepted the token, feeling its warm touch against his palm.

The value of this token was equivalent to a supreme treasure.

"Thank you for your favor, Senior."

Fang Yan clasped his fists in salute, then changed the subject.

"However, this junior cannot go to the Ancestral God Cult for the time being."

"Oh?"

The Wind Beast God's ears twitched.

"Senior may not know this, but my Human Race is at a critical stage of its rise."

"The insect race, demon race, and machine race are all embroiled in chaotic warfare. Though this junior is no great figure, in a time of crisis for my race, I cannot just pat my butt and head off to the Ancestral God Cult to cultivate."

The Wind Beast God stared at Fang Yan for a while, then suddenly laughed.

The smile on that enormous cat face was not ferocious. Instead, it carried a hint of approval.

Uncle Qing's tone echoed through the starry sky.

Uncle Qing's voice echoed through Xingkong.

"Fine. Keep the token for now. When the war is over, come to the Ancestral God Cult."

Warmth rose in Fang Yan's heart, and he clasped his fists again.

"Thank you for your understanding, Senior."

The Wind Beast God waved a claw and turned around.

"Go. I still need to take Wind Abyss Star away."

Fang Yan froze.

"Take it away?"

"I just said that Wind Abyss Star is the clapper of the Illusory God Bell."

The Wind Beast God said it as though it were only natural.

"This planet was originally a component of my supreme treasure. The purpose of my coming here was to retrieve it."

As he spoke, he raised his right claw, and the indigo Wind Abyss Star began to shrink.