Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 993 - 273: Struggling Forward, A Promising Future_5

Before arriving at Monster World, in order to establish the Rule Clan Land, Spirit Breath Clan had already consumed the majority of their resources, leaving barely anything of high value in the warehouse.

Through initial sacrifice, he gained 3.39 million sacrificial power.

The remaining items are mostly needed for the development of Spirit Breath Clan and are temporarily unable to be reasonably valued; they plan to review relevant information and clarify their worth before putting them up for sale.

Next, he began to purchase Spirit Plant Seeds and pure Energy Baryte in bulk.

When he left the warehouse, he found the Seven Kings waiting outside the warehouse gates.

The Little Mage wasted no words and with a wave of his hand, Spirit Plant Seeds poured out and piled into a small hill on the ground.

Each seed emitted spirit light, causing the energy concentration around them to rapidly rise.

The expressions of the Seven Kings instantly became dazzling.

The Shadow King, known for his cold demeanor, subconsciously stepped back half a step.

The dark robe fluttered without wind, shadow tendrils spread from beneath his feet and began to tremble the instant they touched the mound of seeds.

The pure life force emitted by the seeds made it clear to him how important this batch of seeds purchased by the Blood King was for the development of Spirit Breath Clan.

"Is this… a Spirit Seed?" Its voice carried a rare tremor.

"That's right, seeds that can be planted in this world. We recently need to cultivate a piece of land on Illusion Flower Plain, plant them in bulk, and then process the Spirit Plants," he instructed.

"Alright, I'll take charge of this part," the Shadow King nodded deeply.

The expressions of the other six thrones also showed incredible shock.

It proved that the Blood King indeed gained an unimaginable powerful ability in his dreams.

Allowing him to purchase many coveted items of Spirit Breath Clan.

"Blood King…" the Soul King croaked, "The authority you gained in your dream—is it Rule Power?!"

The Little Mage calmly observed the seven thrones who had lost their composure and casually took out a bottle of liquid emitting starlight from the void, tossing it to the Soul King.

It was a potion he had just bought with the remaining sacrificial power, merely repackaged.

After all, the Seven Great Thrones had seen players use potion packaging but could not analyze any substances within the transparent liquid.

The Soul King accepted the potion with a puzzled look.

"Your injuries, this thing can heal them."

Without hesitation, the Soul King drank the liquid, his face immediately taking on an expression of disbelief.

The liquid exploded inside his body; under the perception view, it turned into countless light points, each precisely piercing the soul-body cracks.

The toxins that had accumulated over many years and were impossible to cleanse were wrapped by the starlight, dissolving rapidly like snow under sunlight.

Even the broken energy circuit was forcibly reconstructed by this power, the new energy pathways glowing with a crystal-like blue and purple hue.

Rather than mere healing, it was more like a reversal of time—a bodily remodeling.

The Soul King, who had been preparing to replace his body, entirely resolved his internal hazards due to the effects brought by this bottle of potion.

The other six thrones, witnessing the change in the Soul King's expression, became solemn.

They extended memory bag tendrils to connect with the Soul King's body, wanting to examine the changes within.

Soon, they too revealed shocked expressions.

In this moment, the Little Mage sensed a complex emotional wave from the Seven Great Thrones.

But he completely understood their momentary excitement.

Throughout the time in Monster World, the mood of the Seven Great Thrones had been deeply oppressive.

Struggling with the remaining clan members in this ruthless world, each decision felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, no longer possessing the unbridled demeanor that a once plunderous power would have.

Like he described, as carnivorous predators transformed into honey-gathering bees.

During this period, the specter of clan extinction constantly haunted them.

The most significant change was that the Seven Great Thrones no longer discussed the glorious history of their clan.

For no matter how glorious, in Monster World, it was just dust encountered anywhere.

Beneath a land stained by blood, lies buried rivals that achieved more than Spirit Breath Clan.

Once the glory of the predator faded, they became prisoners trapped in eternal night, replaced by day-to-day survival scheming.

Every decision they made was fraught with caution, primarily considering what kind of crisis it might invoke.

In this time, the Seven Great Thrones had long grown accustomed to approaching problems most conservatively, habitually burying their ambitions deep within.

The bygone glory of the predators had long been worn down by reality, transformed into cautious survival wisdom.

The Little Mage perceived that the Seven Great Thrones resembled beasts whose fangs and claws had been plucked, forced to learn to survive on wild fruits.

As for plundering, with Spirit Breath Clan's battle power, even external explorations had to be conducted extremely cautiously, fearing to provoke catastrophic clans—a notion of external plunder didn't dare arise.

Yet now, he mentioned the Mysterious Store, akin to a light piercing eternal night.

It paved a path for Spirit Breath Clan's future to reclaim their glory.

Perhaps no longer needing to barely survive, perhaps there could be more aggressive developmental strategies.

Seven gazes turned to him at this moment.

The Little Mage felt an unfamiliar emotion in them, something called 'ambition' quietly resurgent within the Seven Great Thrones.

The Seven Great Thrones said nothing, and the Little Mage stood quietly.

Wind stirred the wave of spirit energy emitted by the seeds, spreading in the clan land stronghold.

Eight gazes converged, understanding each other's thoughts without needing words.

At this moment, rather than trapped beasts, they became predators about to emerge from their chrysalis.

The specter of extinction still loomed, but a glimmer appeared on the horizon, sharp and bright enough to shear through the long night that enveloped Spirit Breath Clan.

In this harsh world, hope signifies the future.

And now.

The future is foreseeable!