475: Chapter 478 Twenty-Five Rank Demon

The pressure binding his body instantly surged tenfold.

Lu Chens Clone felt as if his body could be crushed into a pulp at any moment.

Yet, strangely.

That pressure did not continue to intensify.

At the same time.

Inside the Mothership.

"Revered Master, what's wrong?"

The young Your Highness asked with a look of concern.

That twenty-fifth tier powerhouse was actually a wisp of a Divine Soul fragment residing within his body.

This Your Highness's fate could be described as arduous.

He was originally a Mortal with no talent for Cultivation, abandoned by his Family since childhood.

Until one day, he picked up a small knife in a wasteland.

And within the knife was the remnant soul of this Revered Master.

Under the Revered Master's guidance, he embarked on the Demonic Path.

Devouring the life force of others to improve himself.

After gaining some strength.

He began to hunt down Cultivators who had just experienced their Awakening of talent.

Relying on such cruel methods, his strength grew day by day.

Only after becoming famous did he learn of his Origins.

It turned out he actually possessed imperial Bloodline.

Members of his Family came to his door, bitterly pleading for him to return to his roots.

But by then, he had already become cold and ruthless through slaughter and devouring.

He feigned a return to the Family, then forced the clansmen to appoint him as the Crown Prince.

Once his wish was fulfilled, he bared his fangs and slaughtered all the clansmen except for the Old Emperor.

He even turned the Old Emperor into his Puppet, completely seizing control of the entire nation's power.

All of this happened millions of years ago.

From then on, he killed without blinking, regarding all living beings as mere grass.

As his strength increased, so did his appetite.

He began devouring stars one by one, and Star Domains one after another.

And even entire Universes.

Even complete Material Realms.

To this day.

Relying on the power he plundered, he had already reached the level of the Seventeenth Rank.

Although this Realm was not obtained through orthodox Cultivation.

But his actual combat power was beyond doubt.

Before every expedition.

He would plan together with his Revered Master.

Specifically targeting weak worlds that were not guarded by powerful beings.

Finding this Chaos was purely a matter of luck.

Within this Chaos lay a massive amount of dormant Origin energy, and there were no powerful guardians.

But his Revered Master, being shrewd and calculating, specifically instructed him to order the entire army to launch a fierce attack.

To ensure whether this Universe hid any trump cards.

After all, the dormant Origin energy here was comparable to the sum of hundreds of Material Realms.

With such a rich foundation.

There must be unknown secrets hidden behind it.

Today, the Revered Master actually flew into a rage for the first time; this was unprecedented.

Everyone on the Mothership trembled with fear.

They feared Your Highness's majesty, but they feared that unfathomable Revered Master even more.

"It's fine. It's just a little bug spying on us; This Lord is merely playing with it. No need to panic, just continue the siege."

The cold voice echoed in every corner of the Mothership.

"As you command, Revered Master."

Your Highness bowed and accepted the order.

"Millions of years... This Lord has not encountered a decent challenge for a long time. To think that this challenge would come from such an unremarkable Chaos."

"Although This Lord is not currently at his Peak, and after losing my Physical Body, even my Inner Heaven and Earth has fallen into a deep slumber, even so, crushing a Twenty-Third Rank existence is as easy as an adult disciplining a child. This Lord will surely drag out your main body and get to the bottom of this."

That existence thought to himself.

"Kavite, enter the Chaos. This Lord wants to personally tread upon every inch of this Universe's land and see all the living beings here."

Your Highness received the Revered Master's order.

Without a word, he flickered out of the Mothership and flew toward the Chaos.

A long-lost sense of excitement welled up within that existence.

He could not wait to find the main body of this Clone.

Once he found the other party's Family.

He would surely torture them thoroughly, making the other party taste the most painful sensations in the world.

He.

Was the "Light-Dark Demonic Lord" who once struck terror into the entire Material Dimension.

His life was filled with countless evils, too many to record.

Even after ascending to the twenty-fifth tier.

He still took pleasure in humiliating the relatives of various overlords.

Yet for thousands of years, no one had ever been able to capture him.

One must know that in any dimension, the twenty-fifth tier is the ceiling of combat power.

Those existences at the Twenty-Sixth Rank and above have long since transcended the mundane and never interfere in the disputes of the Lower Realm.

He was addicted to the pleasure of stepping on the strong and trampling their dignity at will.

Until one day, he provoked someone he shouldn't have.

A Crazed Sword Cultivator who was infatuated with his wife.

That Sword Cultivator's wife was also a Thirteenth Rank powerhouse.

He plotted to lure the Sword Cultivator away from his wife and took the opportunity to defile that female Cultivator.

It was precisely this action that completely cut off his path to survival.

The enraged Sword Cultivator did not hesitate to burn his Divine Soul.

Releasing world-destroying power, he forcefully blasted his Physical Body into dust.

He relied on that Protective Soul Artifact.

Which was the small knife Your Highness had picked up, he was able to use a secret technique to escape and has been lingering on ever since.

Millions of years have passed.

He had almost forgotten the pleasure of toying with the beloved ones of the strong in the palm of his hand.