149: Chapter 149: Ganmo: This is paradise!

Starry Sky University, Library.

The braised Star Beast tendon was stewed until it was incredibly tender.

The rich sauce coated the translucent membrane, melting the moment it touched his tongue.

Paired with the crystal-clear spiritual rice, the intense star essence slid down his esophagus into his stomach, dispersing as threads of warm current.

Lin Yuan swallowed a mouthful of rice.

The taste was indeed excellent; the chef of Starry Sky University's Third Cafeteria really had some skill.

He picked up a second piece of tendon, but his chopsticks hovered in mid-air as he froze.

Opposite him, Xia Luoluo rested her chin in her hands, her elbows propped on the dining table.

Her large eyes were bright and sparkling, staring straight at him.

There was an indescribable look in her eyes.

Three parts pity, three parts heartache, and four parts the maternal affection of a mother watching her left-behind child finally eat a full meal.

Lin Yuan's scalp went numb.

As a deity, he wouldn't even blink when facing powerful foreign races.

Yet now, facing the gaze of this freshman girl, he actually felt a prickling sensation, like thorns in his back.

"Eat up," Xia Luoluo said quickly when she saw him stop, tapping her finger on the table in a terrifyingly gentle tone.

"Don't mind me, hurry up and eat while I talk."

Lin Yuan put down his chopsticks.

"Do you want some?" He pushed the tray forward slightly.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm happy just watching you eat." Xia Luoluo waved her hands repeatedly, the smile on her face growing even brighter.

"Eat more. If it's not enough, I'll go get some more."

"You must have a hard time getting the meat of pure-blooded Star Beasts back in Tianhai City, right?"

"This is good stuff, it replenishes Qi and blood."

Lin Yuan was speechless.

He pulled the tray back and lowered his head to continue eating.

This girl's train of thought completely blocked any room for explanation.

Whatever he said now, she would automatically translate it into another meaning.

He might as well just shut up.

Seeing Lin Yuan eating in large mouthfuls, Xia Luoluo became even more certain of her assumption.

She lowered her voice, and began to endlessly share gossip about Starry Sky University.

Lin Yuan filtered the information while chewing on the tendon.

...

Wasteland Divine Domain.

The outskirts of the Central Basin.

Morgan stepped on the chest of a low-grade Platinum Tyrant Demon.

On the surface of his right arm, dark gold liquid metal squirmed, restructuring into a broad greatsword.

He raised his hand and brought the sword down.

The dark gold greatsword cleanly severed the neck of the Tyrant Demon beneath his foot.

He panted heavily.

His aura, which had previously plummeted to rock bottom, was now exceptionally high.

Gone was Morgan's disheveled state from a few hours ago when he was being chased by swarms of insects at the bottom of the River Styx; his dark gold vertical pupils were now filled with excitement.

Invigorating!

So invigorating!

There was no overwhelming, omnipresent mental network scanning.

No disgusting, poisonous miasma shooting cold arrows from the shadows, and certainly no self-detonating sieges by hundreds of thousands of monsters acting without honor.

Here, there was only the purest, most primitive one-on-one dueling!

Morgan turned his head to look at Wren, who was not far away.

Wren had just finished his battle.

The black-gold wings on his back folded, and his figure vanished into the shadows of the Void Realm.

In the next second, Wren appeared behind his opponent, his arms turning into pitch-black blades that slashed in a cross.

A Tyrant Demon was sliced into four pieces, crashing heavily to the ground.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

They had already passed through the outermost three tiers.

More than ten Tyrant Demons had already died at their hands.

Morgan had been worried earlier that this slaughter would draw the retaliation of high-Rank Tyrant Demons.

But there was none at all.

After seeing the overwhelming strength they displayed, the spectating Tyrant Demons...

...not only did not attack them in a group, but instead actively cleared a path, their eyes showing reverence for the strong.

This was the ironclad Law of the Violent Demon Race.

The winner rises, the loser turns to dust.

"Captain, you were entirely right!" Morgan shook the blood off his greatsword, the liquid gold on his arm turning back into a hand.

"These overlord populations are much easier to fool."

"Keep going." Wren shook the blood off his blades, his gaze pointing straight ahead.

They were getting closer and closer to the center of the basin.

The further they went, the more viscous the Spiritual Qi in the air became.

Morgan raised his head.

The Demon Tree, which blotted out the sky, had completely occupied his entire field of vision.

The closer he stood, the more he could feel the terror of this giant tree.

Its thick branches spanned across the sky like mountain ranges.

Morgan's gaze fell upon those branches.

They were completely covered.

Dense, house-sized, dark red nodules hung upside down from the branches of the Demon Tree.

The surfaces of the nodules were covered in thick blood vessels, inside of which a dark gold light faintly flowed and throbbed, emitting terrifying waves of life force.

*Thud.*

A dull sound echoed.

A ripe nodule fell from a height of several thousand meters, crashing heavily onto the open ground not far in front of Morgan.

The outer skin of the nodule ruptured, and dark red juice splattered everywhere.

A dozen Tyrant Demons fighting nearby stopped; their eyes turned crimson as they lunged like madmen toward the shattered nodule.

Dark gold fists flew at each other, all just to snatch a fragment of the nodule.

A Tyrant Demon that snatched a fragment stuffed it into its mouth and chewed greedily.

Visibly to the naked eye, the wounds on the Tyrant Demon scabbed over and fell off within a few breaths.

The liquid gold luster on its body grew deeper, and its aura surged.

Morgan was dumbfounded.

What was this, pie falling from the sky?

"Snatch it!" Wren barked in a low voice, his figure turning into an afterimage as he rushed out.

Morgan snapped out of it, putting power into his legs.

The Titan Gravity Field exploded beneath his feet, the reaction force propelling him forward.

He charged into the crowd of scrambling Tyrant Demons.

The liquid gold on his arms turned into two giant war hammers.

*Bang! Bang!*

Two Tyrant Demons blocking his path were sent flying by Morgan.

He reached out and scooped up a half-person-tall nodule core from the ground, turning to run.

Retreating to a safe distance, Morgan stared at the slightly throbbing chunk of meat in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The energy contained within was far too terrifying.

Pure biological energy mixed with high-concentration Void Realm energy.

Copying the Tyrant Demons, he took a bite.

Crunch!

The juices exploded in his mouth.

Morgan felt as if he had swallowed an active volcano about to erupt.

The Void Realm Law energy contained within the nodule integrated into his body.

Morgan closed his eyes.

He could clearly feel that his perception of the surrounding Void Realm shadows had improved significantly.

Morgan opened his eyes, the soul fire flickering in his eye sockets.

"This... what kind of Divine-Grade resource is this!" Morgan's voice trembled.

He had wandered the starry sky for hundreds of years, plundering ten-thousand-year spiritual milk from cultivation Sects and swallowing Dragon cores from magic worlds.

But all those things combined could not compare to the direct, overbearing nature of this chunk of meat in his hand!

No refining needed, no need to remove Impurities.

Just eating it would increase his cultivation and enhance his Law affinity!

"Captain!" Morgan turned to look at Wren, his voice cracking with excitement.

"As long as we stay here and eat these nodules every day..."

"...it won't take a hundred years. In just a few years, I can recover to high-grade Diamond!"

Wren swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth, the light of ambition bursting from his eyes as well.

"This is just what fell from the outskirts." Wren pointed to the nodules higher up on the Demon Tree. "The truly supreme ones are further inside."

The two looked at each other, their Battle Intent boiling.

Fight our way in!

We must fight our way in!

They had absolutely none of their previous fear now.

How was this Hell? This was clearly a supreme treasure land for the rise of the Time Demon Race!

In the battles that followed, Morgan and Wren let loose.

They swept forward all the way.

Liquid gold war hammers shattered skulls, and pitch-black blades sliced open chests.

Low-grade Platinum, mid-grade Platinum...

The gatekeeping Tyrant Demons blocking their way were ruthlessly crushed by these two "impostors" who possessed Diamond Rank strength.

Finally, after shattering the skull of a high-grade Platinum Tyrant Demon, the two crossed the final boundary line.

They officially entered the center of the basin.

Just as they crossed the invisible boundary, the view before them suddenly opened up.

From the outside, the center of the basin was obscured by dense dark abyss spiritual energy and the branches and leaves of the Demon Tree, making it impossible to see the full picture.

Now, Morgan could see clearly.

A vast ocean.

A massive lake formed from pure blood lay directly beneath the Demon Tree.

Bloody light soared into the sky.

A blood mist so thick it was suffocating enveloped their entire bodies.

There was no foul stench in the blood mist; on the contrary, it carried a fragrant scent of life.

[Blood Abyss Sea]

Morgan took a deep breath, feeling every cell in his body cheering under the nourishment of this blood mist.

His gaze crossed the sea of blood, landing on a massive structure at its edge.

This was a Gladiatorial Cage constructed from countless black metal pillars.

Inside the cage, space was folded, and fierce astral winds raged.

Countless Tyrant Demons fought inside, and every time they were injured...

...they would be baptized by the astral winds, then rapidly restored under the nourishment of the blood mist.

Morgan realized.

If he was not mistaken, this structure was what was called a Barracks in the human divine domains.

And it was a very high-Rank Barracks building.

This Gladiatorial Cage before them could not only purify Bloodlines...

...but also forcibly fold space; its value was simply immeasurable!

"Captain, we're rich..." Morgan muttered to himself.

Just then, several cold snorts came from nearby.

Morgan turned to look.

Over a dozen Tyrant Demons, each over twenty meters tall and radiating a high-grade Platinum aura...

...stood at the edge of the blood sea, looking at them with disdainful eyes.

That look was like city nobles looking at two country bumpkins who had just entered town.

Morgan could even read a trace of mockery on their hideous faces.

"What are you looking at!" Morgan straightened his back and glared back coldly.

He had the foundation of a Diamond Rank, so he wasn't afraid of these natives in the slightest.

These high-grade Platinum Tyrant Demons ignored Morgan's provocation; they turned around and leaped directly into the sea of blood.

"Come on, let's go down too." Wren did not hesitate, taking large strides toward the sea of blood.

Copying the other Tyrant Demons, the two soaked their bodies in the Blood Abyss Sea.

The moment they entered the water...

...Morgan let out a low groan of sheer comfort.

It was too invigorating.

The blood was extremely viscous, and the rapid recovery field it contained instantly enveloped him.

All the internal injuries and hidden ailments left from the consecutive high-intensity battles and forced mimicry over the past two days...

...dissolved and vanished the moment he touched the blood.

He was completely healed.

Not only that, but the energy in the blood was drilling into his body, purifying his energy foundation.

Morgan closed his eyes, feeling the increasingly rich energy fluctuations inside his body.

He was certain that as long as he kept lying in this sea of blood...

...even without eating those nodules, advancing a minor stage would be an absolute breeze.

"Captain, I take back what I said earlier."

Leaning against a reef at the edge of the blood sea, Morgan opened his eyes and looked up at the Demon Tree. "This isn't Hell."

"This is Heaven."