Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1520 - 1446: Investigating the Creator Ancestral Spirit Blood
Chapter 1446: Investigating the Creator Ancestral Spirit Blood
The Dark King paused for a moment and continued, "Recently, when we first began our conflict with the Nagas, both the Heavenly Demon, the Spirit Demon, and the Pain Cult Master encountered an impostor pretending to be me, to the point of being indistinguishable from the real. Now it seems that the mysterious Naga you encountered might be the one impersonating me, using a method to mimic me and absorbing that Soul of Darkness!"
As he spoke, the Dark King looked down at Olkuse and asked, "Did you sense my aura from that Naga?"
"No, no! I didn’t sense anything," Olkuse shook his head nervously.
"Very well! I will use the Method of Soul Searching to take a look," the Dark King said indifferently.
Upon hearing the words "Soul Search," Olkuse’s face turned pale with terror, and he started to retreat while kneeling, trembling, "No, don’t..."
The Dark King remained unmoved and casually extended a hand, making a grasping motion in the air towards Olkuse.
Olkuse’s body trembled violently, letting out a shrill scream as a translucent soul was forcibly extracted from his body, sent flying toward the Dark King.
Without any sign of life, Olkuse’s body fell limply to the ground, motionless.
The Dark King grasped Olkuse’s soul, closed his eyes, and carefully perceived.
One by one, blue light points steamed up from Olkuse’s soul, merging into the Dark Kings’ body; everything Olkuse had seen and heard reappeared in the mind of the Dark King.
Olkuse’s soul struggled frantically, its expression twisted in agony as if enduring the most cruel torture in the world, becoming increasingly thin.
Just as his soul was about to dissipate, the Dark King finally opened his eyes and released his grip.
"Who exactly is that Naga? Could it really be the mysterious python that the King of Hell had encountered? It seems I need to reassess the strength of the Nagas," the Dark King muttered to himself.
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The First World, Huang Yi’s primary form obtained the Soul of Darkness and immediately headed to the Barbarian God Temple.
Meanwhile, in The Second World, his incarnation looked up to the sky and said, "Ice Queen, do you know where that golden light that attacked you last time is?"
"Wait for a moment, let me sense it." Soon, the voice of the Ice Queen came down from the sky.
Now the Ice Queen had merged with the World Rules, able to perceive everything happening in The Second World, and should be able to detect traces of that mysterious golden light.
That golden light, which had launched a surprise attack on the Ice Queen, once caused Huang Yi a slight sense of unease, related to the unknown Creator Ancestral Spirit Blood he absorbed.
Now he was only one Evolution away from completion; once he evolved into that unknown Creator Ancestral Spirit form, he could use the Racial Fusion Serum to merge all his forms together.
At that time, he would integrate his blood into the Heart of the Elite Dragon Race, allowing them to enjoy the poison resistance of [Taloyag’s Poison Heart], thus solving the Soul Plague issue.
Once Dao Feng and the others found a way back to The Second World from the Underworld and all joined the Elite Dragon Race, they could completely immunize against the Soul Plague.
After a while, the Ice Queen’s voice suddenly came down again, "I sensed its presence in the central area of the Antarctic Region. If you need, I can guide the World Rules to directly teleport you there."
"The Antarctic?" Huang Yi’s heart tensed.
The Antarctic was one of the unknown regions of The Second World, with almost no related information available, extremely dangerous.
The last time the Demon Clan set up the World-Ending Formation in The Second World, an Ice Dragon and an Ice Phoenix emerged from the Antarctic Region; who knows what even more powerful entities might be hidden there.
"Alright, teleport me there!" Huang Yi nodded.
Soon, a beam of blue light descended from the sky, enveloping Huang Yi and then he disappeared into the distance.
When Huang Yi reappeared, he found himself in a vast expanse of a white snowfield, where the cold wind howled, carrying countless snowflakes, creating a hazy atmosphere.
Even with his strength, he felt the biting cold, his hands and feet numb, movement sluggish; if an ordinary Demigod came here, they might freeze to death.
Huang Yi turned his head, looking around, noticing nothing unusual; the Ice Queen had only said she sensed the presence of that golden light in this area without specifying the exact location.
He trembled slightly and switched to his Clan of Light form.
In an instant, the world around him changed its appearance, all the light transformed into spectral form before Huang Yi’s eyes, even those invisible in normal circumstances.
The Clan of Light was incredibly sensitive to light, able to detect even the subtlest lights; if that golden light was within range, Huang Yi would surely be able to detect it.
Huang Yi flapped his Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings, his figure flickering as he flew afar, conducting a carpet search of the area.
The icy world below receded rapidly, and Huang Yi, like a radar, scanned every beam of light throughout the area while flying.
"Swish, swish, swish~" Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping reached from afar, stirring up a blizzard.
Fixing his eyes on the source, Huang Yi saw an ice sculpture soaring through the sky, exuding the aura of a Divine Domain, like the overlord of the sky.
Not wanting to provoke any further trouble, he bypassed the ice sculpture and continued his search.
The journey was filled with monotonous polar landscapes; the damage caused by the Demon Clan’s previous World-Ending Formation, and this time by the King of Annihilation, had mostly spared the area, preserving its original state.
Flying for a while, the snow beneath Huang Yi suddenly turned a bizarre blood-red color!
Following the source, he quickly discovered a massive ice sculpture corpse lying in the snow.
Its belly had a large hole, the blood flowing out stained a vast area of the snow red; the corpse had long been frozen stiff, covered in a layer of hard ice. The blood, however, had not frozen, continuously flowing from the wound in the belly, having run for who knows how many days yet still not drained completely.
Huang Yi lowered his altitude, approaching the wound of the ice sculpture corpse and examined it closely.
The wound on this ice sculpture was incredibly clean, as though instantly struck by a violent impact, fatal in one strike, with no traces of struggle or battle.
Huang Yi faintly sensed that the wound of this ice sculpture carried a rule aura not belonging to The Second World, as if it had been killed by a force from outside The Second World.
"Could it be that it was killed by that mysterious golden light?" Huang Yi wondered.
