166: Chapter 166 The Secret Treasure of White Bones, The Mustard Seed Gate Opens

"No—don't go!"

In the pitch-black underground temple, Andrews, who was digesting Plane Power to heal his wounds, woke up with a start.

He reached out with his right hand, wanting to grab something, but he grasped nothing, and could hold onto nothing.

A wisp of Plane Power brushed gently over his body, as if saying a final goodbye, or perhaps a prayer.

Five days!

Under the torment of Chen Mo and the other Students, the plane will was finally forced into a slumber.

"Ahhh..."

Andrews roared, regardless of the consequences, preparing to rush out of the temple to fight the alien god's semi-gods to the death.

But just as he was about to burst out of the ground, a scene flooded into his mind, accompanied by someone's prayer—it was a memory transmitted by a priest before their death.

"Taro City—" Andrews' pupils constricted, and his body froze in mid-air.

Taro City!

A city located at the very center of the entire Black Bone Continent. But this city, once the number one city of the Bone Clan, had now become a dead city.

This was not actually important; Andrews had seen similar things too many times over these past few days.

But the next scene made his heart tremble.

Above the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Taro City, two figures were confronting each other from a distance!

And beneath them, two waves of white and red, spreading for a hundred miles, had already collided.

alien god!

"Have you seen enough?"

A voice suddenly rang out, and the scene came to an abrupt end at that moment.

Outside Taro City.

Chen Mo looked at the now incredibly grim-faced Ye Xunyou with a "friendly" expression, withdrawing the right hand that had sniped the hidden Bone Clan semi-god.

"Can we talk?"

Looking at the undead army already surrounded by the Mutated Species army below, Ye Xunyou gritted his teeth tightly and slowly spat out these words.

"Talk?" The corners of Chen Mo's mouth curled into a dangerous arc, and he chuckled: "It's just an insignificant 'extraordinary kin', what is there to talk about."

"I..." Ye Xunyou wanted to explain further, but Chen Mo had already pulled out the Death Bell and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The moment the Death Bell "chimed," Ye Xunyou's pupils dilated sharply.

Before he could react, a spatial portal had already swallowed him.

"Heh!"

Chen Mo shook his head, his gaze sweeping toward the nearly one hundred million undead army still putting up a desperate resistance below.

"Kill them all! Leave none alive."

"Yes!"

Shadows erupted from behind Chen Mo!

A hundred-meter-tall Steel Tyrant instantly tore through the clouds, crashing straight into the bone army below like a meteor.

Iron One!

But it was no longer the Iron One from before.

It was the... Steel Tyrant, who had achieved the semi-god rank by using billions of Bone Clan beings as a stepping stone of flesh and blood!

"Wah!"

In the Void Realm, Ye Xunyou, who had just been dragged out of the spatial rift, vomited a large mouthful of blood.

His already pale face turned as white as a dead person's in this moment, and his hair turned from black and shiny to withered yellow.

But this was not the most fatal part; his Divine Soul aura had dropped to freezing point and was continuing to deteriorate.

Clearly, the bullet Chen Mo had fired earlier was not an ordinary Divine Power bullet, but a divine art bullet inscribed with "Divine Punishment."

Fifth-tier Divine Punishment.

Facing this strike, even though Ye Xunyou possessed a third-tier top-grade Divine Soul defensive divine art, he had no ability to resist.

Looking at the miserable Ye Xunyou, Kong Hanshu couldn't help but shake his head, but he still raised his right hand and pointed a finger.

In an instant, the divine art brilliance that was like a maggot on a tarsal bone in Ye Xunyou's Divine Soul was swept away, and Ye Xunyou slumped to the ground as if granted amnesty.

"Half of next month's credits deducted."

Kong Hanshu's voice was like a heavy hammer; although it woke up the dazed Ye Xunyou, it also made his heart feel blocked.

"Yes."

Ye Xunyou's eyes were slightly dim.

He had thought Chen Mo would retaliate, but he hadn't expected the retaliation to come so quickly, and so... ruthless!

"Divine Master!"

In the temple of Taro City, Iron One, who had shrunk to about two meters, stepped forward respectfully.

In these short five days, as one indigenous city-state after another fell, the one who benefited most was undoubtedly this "temporary" leader.

"Not bad."

Chen Mo nodded, then tossed an object to Iron One; it was an iron lump shimmering with starlight, fully half a meter high.

"This is?"

Iron One's eyes lit up. Although he didn't recognize the object in front of him, how keen was his talent perception for metal?

With just one glance, he could tell that this metal lump was completely different from what he had eaten before.

"Number One had people refine it. All the extraordinary spirit ores collected during this period are here."

Chen Mo chuckled.

The Black Bone Plane was still relatively rich; although it couldn't compare to the Canglan Mortal Domain attached to the Sub-Primordial Era, it was still much richer than ordinary small planes.

However, as for what could be called "spirit ore," even this lowest-grade first-tier spirit ore didn't have much stock. He had razed so many indigenous city-states, yet he had only collected this much.

"Eat it sparingly."

Chen Mo said, feeling a slight pang of heartache.

After the Steel Tyrant advanced to a semi-god, eating ordinary metal no longer had any growth effect; only eating this kind of spirit ore could accelerate the opponent's growth.

"Thank you for your grace."

Iron One knelt on the ground, overjoyed, picked up the "hodgepodge" spirit ore, and put it into the storage bracelet his Divine Master had bestowed upon him not long ago.

"Divine Master." Number One suddenly spoke.

"How is it? Did you find it?" Chen Mo, who had been waiting for news from Number One, his eyes lit up.

He had brought the Mutated Species army on a ten-thousand-mile raid to Taro City, not only for revenge but also because of Taro City itself.

Taro City.

The legendary city built by the Bone Clan's first deity, the great "Supreme Being Death God" himself.

This city had a long history and a massive population.

Ye Xunyou was also lucky to be the first Student to discover Taro City and used this place as the base camp for the undead army.

"Thirteen anomalies were discovered, but they have not been completely confirmed. Apologies, Divine Master." Number One said with some shame.

"That's already quite good."

Chen Mo comforted Number One.

Although there were many Spirit Machines specialized in detection in the Spirit Machine arsenal, the current rank of the Jikai Race was still a bit low.

Many high-end detection Spirit Machines could not yet be equipped, and the precision and accuracy of the detection were limited.

"Take me there."

"Yes, Divine Master."

Number One raised his head to accept the order.

Not long after, under the guidance of Number One, Chen Mo verified the anomalies one by one.

And when he walked to the ninth anomaly, he instinctively stopped.

"Hidden quite deep."

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, the halo of the Law of Earth under his feet flickered slightly, and he had already arrived at a completely abandoned, secluded temple.

There were twelve True Gods of the Bone Clan in total.

Yet there was only one statue in this temple.

It was none other than that strongest Death God, Taro.

"A 'little treasury' of a Peak True God should have some gains at the very least."

Saying this, Chen Mo probed his Divine Sense into the ground, and after searching a few times, he suddenly frowned.

He had found it, but he also hadn't found it.

"As expected, it's not that simple!"

Raising an eyebrow, his figure instantly submerged into the ground.

Ten thousand meters underground, in front of a hundred-meter-tall black jade stele.

This was the source of the anomaly detected by the Jikai Race.

And under Chen Mo's surprised gaze, the stele in front of him suddenly came to life, transforming into a hundred-meter giant in the blink of an eye.

"Those who trespass here, die!"

Facing the suddenly erupting stone giant, Chen Mo instinctively raised his right hand, but stopped his movement just as he was about to release a divine art.

"This is..."

Chen Mo's breathing paused abruptly.

It was also during this pause that a fist comparable to a mountain smashed over.

At this moment, Chen Mo surprisingly did not fight back. With a flicker of his figure, he had already arrived behind the stone giant, and his eyes became very strange.

Nothing else.

The giant itself had no special features, but the moment it attacked, an inscription suddenly lit up on its forehead.

It was not Bone Clan script, much less could it be the script of the Main World, but...

"Dao Script!"

Chen Mo took a deep breath, and the killing divine art he had originally accumulated changed into Blood Domain at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, this underground cavity was stained with blood color, and countless large hands reached out to grab the stone giant.

Not long after, they pressed this guy, who only had brute force, to the ground.

"It is indeed Dao Script."

Chen Mo, who had teleported to the top of the stone giant's head, had eyes shining with excitement, his right hand slowly brushing over the Dao Script that had only three characters underneath him.

Bone... Meditation... View!

"What a waste of heaven's treasures!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but complain.

He had figured it out; this stele was originally supposed to be some kind of object used to suppress the "Luck" of a Sect.

But that Death God Taro, who understood nothing, had actually modified this thing into a magic construct similar to a Puppet.

This not only failed to bring out the original function of this item but also destroyed its original structure.

"Sigh!"

Chen Mo sighed, his fingers already pointing at the top of this stone giant.

In an instant, the giant completely fell silent and once again transformed into a stele.

Looking at this heavily modified stele with a hint of regret, his right hand brushed over the three ancient Dao Scripts again, Divine Power transformed into Qi, and poured into the depths of the stele.

"Hum!"

A humming sound rang out, and the dense patterns spread to all parts of the stele like living creatures; faintly, one could see a skeleton sitting on a lotus platform.

Chen Mo's heart was filled with joy, and he increased the Divine Power that had transformed into Qi in his hand.

In a flash, a spatial portal appeared in front of him.

"Mustard Seed Space!"

Chen Mo's eyes shone even brighter, and without hesitation, he stepped into it.