1286: Chapter 1286 The Eye of the Galaxy, a Strange Array

Ning Qiancheng said indifferently.

General Wang Lian did not hesitate; his massive crimson claw swept across.

Blood spurted, screams erupted everywhere, and after a moment, everything returned to silence.

The corpses of those civilians lay on the ground, their blood staining the ruins red.

Ning Qiancheng raised his hand, and Corpse Fiend Energy surged from his palm, transforming into countless tiny threads that burrowed into the bodies of the corpses.

Those corpses began to tremble, began to twitch, and then—stood up.

There was no light in their eyes, only a dead, silent darkness. Corpse Fiend Energy coiled around them, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

They were no longer human, but Zombie Slaves.

"Continue."

Ning Qiancheng withdrew his hand, turned, and walked toward the next target.

The Four Great Zombie Kings followed closely behind, with hundreds of newly converted Zombie Slaves trailing after them.

Their army was growing, their power was increasing, and their slaughter continued.

City after city fell, garrison after garrison was wiped out, and civilian after civilian was turned into a Zombie Slave.

Ning Qiancheng was like a precision meat grinder; wherever he passed, not a blade of grass survived.

He did not care if those people were innocent, did not care if they were civilians, and did not care if they were guilty.

In his eyes, they were merely Materials for him to increase his power, or vessels to become Zombie Slaves.

His Dao had never been one of benevolence.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Radiant Star Domain, the Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede was wandering between various planets.

Its form was like a moving mountain, its body, hundreds of zhang long, winding through the Void Realm. Its six pairs of wings vibrated at an extreme frequency, and wherever it passed, the Void Realm was torn into pitch-black fissures.

Its goal was not those garrisons, nor those civilians, but—poisonous things.

The Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede's Dao was the Dao of Poison.

It needed to devour various poisonous things to enhance its strength—poisonous herbs, poisonous insects, poisonous beasts, Spirit Pills of poison, poisonous Formations... as long as it contained potent poison, it was food for it.

It landed on a planet affected by the war, its massive compound eyes scanning the surrounding ruins.

Its nose twitched as it smelled the residual poison in the air—it was toxic gas released after some kind of poisonous Formation had shattered. The concentration was low, but for it, it was better than nothing.

It opened its massive maw and sucked in sharply.

The toxic gas remaining in the air was drawn in as if by an invisible hand, transforming into streams of green mist that surged into its mouth.

It swallowed, feeling the toxins decompose, absorb, and transform within its body—its power increased by a fraction.

It flapped its wings and took flight, heading toward the next planet.

The Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede knew that as the oldest and most powerful force in this Star Domain, the Radiant Star Domain must have collected countless poisonous items.

Those poisonous items were hidden in the treasure vaults of various Sects, in the Forbidden Grounds of various factions, and in the storage rings of powerful individuals who had already died or fled.

It wanted to find them, devour them, and make itself stronger.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Radiant Star Domain, Yang Shuo stood alone in the Void Realm.

He had not followed the Four Demon Generals to wage war, had not followed Ning Qiancheng to purge, nor had he followed the Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede to hunt for poisonous items.

He stood on a planet affected by the war, gazing at the burning starry sky in the distance, a glimmer of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He could slaughter the strong, he could fight on the battlefield, and he could use any means necessary to become stronger.

But he could not bring himself to slaughter unarmed civilians, nor could he bring himself to plunder those weaklings who already had nothing.

"Since I cannot kill people, then I shall seize resources."

He muttered to himself, spinning the thunder emperor battle halberd in his hand.

His figure flashed, transforming into a bolt of thunder as he shot toward the depths of the Radiant Star Domain.

His target was the treasure vaults of those forces that had already collapsed—those Sects, those Families, those factions that had been destroyed in the war, abandoned in defeat, and forgotten in the chaos.

Their treasure vaults still contained countless resources—Spirit Pills, Spirit Medicine, Spirit Materials, Spirit Treasure—those were exactly what he needed.

He needed resources to enhance his own strength and needed resources to cultivate the forces under his command.

After being nourished and tempered by him, the Sky Island was no longer what it once was; it was his Foundation, his backup.

Inside were quite a few Thunder Beasts and the original group of Thunder Rocs; the current Thunder King was even a powerhouse at the Middle Stage of the fifth rank.

Besides that, there were the Sky Thunder Seven Generals and Gu Yanxi. To those who followed him, he needed to be responsible, needed to provide them with sufficient resources, and needed to make them stronger.

"Is this the place? What exactly did you leave behind?"

As space rippled, Li Wuji, dressed in white, stepped out slowly.

Before him was a shocking cosmic marvel: not far ahead was a massive abyss of unknown depth.

The surrounding Void Realm was constantly being swallowed by it like flowing water, as if this deep abyss could never fill this funnel.

Just by standing here, Li Wuji felt a tremendous suction force, as if everything around was about to be swallowed inside.

This was a complete memory he had obtained from the Lord of Chaos; this place was the other party's trump card. Even if he hadn't trapped and killed those Editor spiders on Blue Star back then, he could still have returned here through special means.

Even with only a remnant soul, coming here could allow him to return to his Peak.

The reason Li Wuji hadn't come before was because he was unsure of the authenticity of that Divine Soul memory, or perhaps this was a trap in itself.

Therefore, he had been waiting, waiting until he had the power to protect himself before deciding to come and investigate.

"Then let me see what you have prepared for me."

The next moment, Li Wuji transformed into a streak of light and actively flew into the bottomless cosmic abyss.

The moment he approached, the entire Void Realm paused, and immediately after, a complex Formation appeared over the opening of the abyss.

"Hmm?"

Li Wuji frowned slightly, because although he felt the Law of Chaos on it, there was no influence of it in the Lord of Chaos's memories.

"As expected, there are still things I don't know, but I am no longer who I used to be."

The next moment, he punched forward, and in an instant, the surrounding space shattered like a mirror, followed immediately by invisible spatial blades crashing toward the Formation.

Countless blades fell like a rainstorm, but the Formation only trembled slightly, showing no signs of shattering at all.

"Interesting."

Li Wuji spread his five fingers, and a ball of dark golden flames ignited in his palm from thin air—the God-Demon Flame.

The flames transformed into a pillar of fire that crashed into the Formation, instantly burning the Void Realm until it twisted and deformed.

The surface of the Formation's patterns shimmered with a grayish-white, chaotic luster, wriggling to resist like a living creature. As the tongues of fire licked at it, they emitted a teeth-grinding sizzling sound, but ultimately failed to burn through that layer of grayish-white.

He frowned slightly, and as he flipped his palm, the God-Demon Flame dissipated, replaced by a wisp of eerie green mist—Curse Poison.