58: Chapter 58 The Other Side of Deep Space: I Actually Obtained the Inheritance of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?

"Hmm?"

Kunpeng Nest, bottom of the Demon Transformation Cave.

Wang Teng, who was in high spirits and preparing to leave while carrying the tianhuang great halberd, suddenly stiffened.

He felt a gaze.

It wasn't the gaze of a mortal; it was a look cast from above the firmament, as if observing an ant.

Under this gaze, his proud Heavenly God cultivation, his Nine Nether Kunpeng Physique—which had just undergone a transformation—and even his soul as a transmigrator, all seemed to become transparent, with no secrets left.

"An... Ancestor?!"

Wang Teng's throat felt dry; he didn't even dare to move his fingers.

He could clearly feel that the gaze held no malice.

Or rather, at that level, one simply wouldn't deign to feel malice toward an ant.

It was a pure examination, a curiosity at seeing an interesting "variable."

"Interesting..."

That divine sense, which had crossed the Boundary Sea, resonated in Wang Teng's sea of consciousness.

The voice was ancient, sounding like metal grinding, carrying an endless sense of time: "A variable... an anomaly..."

"Not of my kind... yet fused with my true blood... and even... the aura of 'that person' (Ruthless Empress)..."

"Little one... you are very bold."

Wang Teng broke out in a cold sweat.

His biggest secret—his identity as a transmigrator—might not be hidden from a monster of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.

But he also knew that such old monsters most appreciated juniors with ambition and means.

Therefore, Wang Teng did not kneel.

He gritted his teeth, bearing the gaze that was enough to crush a True Immortal, struggled to lift his head, and with his dual pupils, which were also gray-white, stared fixedly at a point in the void, striving to straighten his spine.

"Descendant of the Nine-Nether... Wang Teng..."

"Pays respects... to the Ancestor!"

He used every ounce of his strength to roar out these words.

At the end of the Boundary Sea, the withered and desolate face of the World-Destroying Elder seemed... to twitch the corner of his mouth extremely slightly.

"A good Nine-Nether Ao."

"Since you have received my technique, do not tarnish my fierce reputation."

"Since you have awakened me..."

"Then... I shall grant you a fortune."

"Buzz!"

The gaze that had crossed the Boundary Sea suddenly solidified.

It did not directly give Wang Teng power, but instead transformed into a gray, ancient rune.

Ignoring the distance of space, it instantly imprinted itself deep into the center of Wang Teng's forehead, merging with the dark golden divine eye marking.

That was the World-Destroying Mark.

It was the supreme symbol of identity for the Nine-Nether Ao clan, and also a "ticket" to the end of the Boundary Sea.

After doing all this, the World-Destroying Elder closed his eyes again.

"Go... wreak havoc on this heaven... devour these myriad Daos..."

"I am waiting for you... in the Ultimate Land."

"Rumble!"

With the closing of those terrifying eyes, all the visions disappeared.

The laws of the lower realm returned to normal, the black clouds in the sky scattered, and the suffocating feeling that had been pressing on the hearts of all living beings dissipated.

Inside the Demon Transformation Cave, Wang Teng gasped for air, his body already soaked in cold sweat.

But the newly appeared gray rune on his forehead was flashing with a heart-stopping, ghostly light.

He touched his forehead, the fear in his eyes fading, replaced by an even crazier ambition.

"The Ancestor's recognition..."

"The mark of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor..."

As the terrifying will from the end of the Boundary Sea slowly receded, everything returned to calm.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged in the center of the already dried and shattered blood pool, exhaling a long, turbid breath.

This breath was a strange gray-white; as soon as it left his body, it corroded the void in front of him, creating a black hole that could not heal for a long time.

This was the remnant of the Ancestor's annihilation power in his body that he could not digest, which he had expelled.

"Hoo..."

Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes. The gray World-Destroying Mark on his forehead flickered a few times, then faded beneath his skin.

Only a very faint vertical line remained, looking like a divine eye that had yet to open, adding a touch of eeriness and majesty.

He stood up, feeling the surging "Zhanwo Realm" divine power in his body, as well as his Nine Nether Kunpeng Physique, which had been tempered by both the Kunpeng Demon Blood and the Ancestor's aura.

At this moment, although he seemed calm, if one listened closely, one could hear the sound of blood flowing in his body like a roaring Yangtze River; if one looked closely, one could discover that every inch of his skin was breathing in the essence of heaven and earth, like a human-shaped black hole.

"This trip was truly not in vain."

Wang Teng looked down at the tianhuang great halberd in his hand, which had already quieted down.

The fierce weapon, which had originally been several zhang long and weighed hundreds of millions of jun, was now as docile as a toy in his hands.

With a thought from Wang Teng, the great halberd turned into a streak of black light and instantly shrank.

It transformed into an exquisite black hairpin, which he casually inserted into his ink-black hair.

This was an Immortal King weapon! If the sect leaders of the Upper Realm knew he was using the tianhuang great halberd as a hairpin, they would probably vomit blood from jealousy on the spot.

"Brother-in-law... shouldn't we be leaving?"

Beside him, Shi Hao cautiously approached.

Although he had also received huge benefits just now, with his physical body and treasure techniques greatly improved, facing Wang Teng, who was now "full and satisfied" and whose aura was unfathomable, this Bear Kid still instinctively felt a sense of heart-palpitating fear.

That gray aura just now was too terrifying; it felt ten thousand times more ferocious than any fierce beast he had ever seen.

"Hmm, it is time to leave."

Wang Teng turned his head, the indifference on his face instantly melting away, replaced by that familiar, slightly lazy smile.

Wang Teng waved his hand, and a gentle yet vast divine power scooped up Shi Hao. Their figures flashed, turning into a streak of light, and they instantly rushed out of the oppressive Demon Transformation Cave, flying toward the core of the Kunpeng Nest above.

Kunpeng Nest, upper medicinal garden.

Light rain was falling here, and the spiritual energy was abundant, a completely different world from the gloominess underground.

Yun Xi and Princess Huo Linger were anxiously guarding the cave entrance.

Although they trusted Wang Teng's strength, the fluctuations coming from underground were truly too terrifying.

At times, demonic roars shook the sky, and at times, the myriad Daos wailed, keeping the two women's hearts hanging in their throats.

"Linger! Yun Xi!"

Just then, a hearty voice came.

The two women looked up and saw the familiar man bringing Shi Hao, landing in front of them like a god descending to earth.

At this moment, Wang Teng, although his clothes were somewhat damaged, was in high spirits to the extreme.

His skin had a bronze-colored divine luster, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and every gesture radiated a "Dao" rhyme that made people want to worship.

"Husband! Are you okay?"

Princess Huo Linger pounced on him in surprise, looking Wang Teng up and down.

"The commotion below just now was too scary; I thought..."

"Thought I was going to be possessed by that old Kunpeng?"

Wang Teng dotingly rubbed Princess Huo Linger's head and laughed, "Don't worry, your husband has a good appetite. No matter if it's a Kunpeng or some demon god, as long as they dare to come, I will digest them all."

"How is it? What's the harvest up here?"

Mentioning this, a look of joy that could not be hidden appeared on Yun Xi's face.

She lightly waved her sleeves, and several storage bags filled with treasure light appeared in the air: "Husband, although this Kunpeng Nest has been sealed for eternity, this medicinal garden is well-preserved.

We have picked no less than a hundred 'quasi-saint medicines', as well as three true 'saint medicines'!

We even discovered a few divine sources left by the Kunpeng back then!"

"So many?!"

Even Shi Hao beside them was stunned, his drool starting to flow again.

Quasi-saint medicines! Those were treasures that even Venerables would break their heads fighting over, and there were over a hundred of them here?

"Good! Well done!"