512: Aura of an evil god

That tiny crack was completely inconspicuous on the bronze giant sphere.

Li Heng's Clone transformed into a streak of light and slipped inside without the slightest resistance.

The expected corridor did not appear.

The moment the Clone entered, it felt as though he had fallen into a boundless ocean composed of runes.

Above, below, left, right, front, and back—every direction was filled with dense, ancient runes of extreme complexity.

These runes were interconnected and layered, forming a precise structure of unimaginable scale. They flowed slowly, emitting a faint shimmer, as if maintaining some grand respiration.

This place was not hollow.

The entire bronze giant sphere was itself the interior of a Magic Treasure!

A super Magic Treasure that used a planet as its component and a planetary core as its power source.

In Jupiter's orbit, the original Li Heng lazily shifted his posture.

Just as expected.

That group of rats from Guixu, who only know how to hide in the gutters, didn't have the capability to build something like this.

This handiwork was filled with the savage and domineering aura of the Primeval Era.

Only those wicked existences who styled themselves as Deities would use such a method to refine a planet into their own tool.

Li Heng felt a bit of a headache.

He had originally thought it was just an oversized bug nest that he could burn down and then go back to binge-watching his shows.

Now, it seemed things had become troublesome.

To completely destroy this thing, he would likely have to put in some effort.

"Keep going inside; let's see what's hidden at the core."

The will of the original body was instantly transmitted to the Clone's mind.

The Clone took the order and began traversing through this ocean of runes.

The deeper he went, the more ancient and obscure the surrounding runes became, and the energy contained within them grew increasingly terrifying.

Just then.

The Clone paused in his tracks.

Within this pure energy structure, he had captured a hint of a discordant aura.

It was an extremely faint yet incredibly wicked fluctuation.

Cold, twisted, and filled with malice toward all life.

This aura... Li Heng was slightly taken aback, and then a sense of familiarity washed over him.

Back then within the Desolate Tower, the Origin aura of that suppressed Evil God shared the same source as this fluctuation here!

In orbit, Li Heng's half-squinted eyes finally opened fully.

The laziness and ease that had been hanging on his face quietly vanished.

A trace of genuine seriousness surfaced on his face.

The so-called weapons factory was just a front.

This thing was something refined by a Primeval Evil God.

Hatching those monsters was merely to extract energy.

There was actually a real Primeval Evil God hidden here.

He just didn't know how much strength this fellow, who had slumbered for eons, had left.

The moment Li Heng's thought arose.

Buzz—

Inside the entire Magic Treasure, all the runes suddenly lit up.

One Restriction after another was activated.

From all directions, countless cyan rays of light appeared out of thin air, weaving into an inescapable net that shot toward the Clone.

Each cyan light contained an annihilation force sufficient to pierce through space.

The Clone, however, acted as if he didn't see it.

He simply stood calmly in place, allowing the sky full of cyan light to strike.

However, when those cyan lights were three inches away from his body, they seemed to hit an invisible wall and dissipated into nothingness one after another.

They couldn't even flutter the corner of his clothes.

Li Heng was well-prepared; an attack of this level was something he could easily handle now.

After all, it wasn't like before, when the bronze giant sphere condensed cyan light outside.

Failing the strike, the surrounding runes glowed even brighter.

Space began to distort.

On the runic barriers surrounding the Clone, clumps of eerie flesh writhed and protruded, as if countless disgusting tumors had grown on the walls.

Screech!

Those flesh tumors suddenly tore open, and several pitch-black, twisted monsters crawled out.

These monsters had no facial features; their bodies were composed of writhing clumps of flesh, with chitinous bone spurs protruding haphazardly from within, emitting a nauseating stench.

One of the monsters let out a roar, and an arm suddenly elongated, its end transforming into a bone blade shimmering with a cold light. With a piercing shriek, it aimed straight for the Clone's neck.

A layer of black slime was attached to the bone blade; wherever it passed, even space was corroded, making a 'sizzling' sound.

Faced with this swift sneak attack, the Clone didn't even raise his head.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

The bone blade, capable of slicing through battleship armor, struck the Clone's neck but couldn't even leave a white mark.

On the contrary, the bone blade itself was shattered inch by inch by the massive counter-shock force.

The attacking monster was clearly stunned, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Noisy."

The Clone spat out two words with some impatience.

He flicked his finger.

Puff.

A tiny streak of purple lightning flew from his fingertip.

That lightning looked unremarkable, even somewhat weak.

But in the monster's eyes, this purple light instantly occupied its entire perception.

It was the ultimate destruction, the end of all things.

There was no explosion, no roar.

The moment the purple lightning touched the monster's body, that frame composed of eerie flesh, along with its Divine Soul, melted and evaporated silently like snow under the sun.

In a single breath, it was completely erased from this world.

After killing one in an instant, the Clone did not stop.

He slowly raised his hand and made a gentle gripping motion toward the several flesh monsters about to pounce.

"Suppress."

Space, at this moment, seemed to turn into solid amber.

The monsters' forward lunges were instantly frozen in mid-air, fixed in their bared-teeth and brandished-claws postures, unable to move.

The Clone took a step forward, walked up to one of the imprisoned monsters, and extended a finger to poke the writhing flesh on its body.

"Tsk, how ugly."

As the words fell, he exerted force with his five fingers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several muffled thuds followed in succession.

Those flesh monsters frozen in mid-air, along with the bones and cores inside them, were instantly squeezed into pools of pitch-black meat paste by the invisible spatial power.

The surrounding Restrictions seemed to be thoroughly enraged.

The humming sound grew intense.

On the walls, hundreds and thousands of flesh tumors surfaced simultaneously, writhing frantically.

A wicked aura, a hundred times stronger than before, slowly awakened from deep within the Magic Treasure.

Thump.

A heavy heartbeat echoed throughout the entire runic space.