215: Chapter 215: The Fallen God Wanted by the Federation

Xing Yun listened to the words of Fu Bo, and his gaze gradually regained clarity.

Endurance.

He was far too familiar with this word.

For the past eighteen years, he had been exercising endurance every single day.

However, when the two words 'Endurance' surfaced in his mind, another scene uncontrollably popped out.

On that preceding night.

The girl who had followed behind him since childhood and looked at him with the purest eyes.

"Brother Xing Yun, do you not want me anymore?"

The girl cried heartbreakingly, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes. The rain soaked her hair, making her look so helpless.

In order to acquire the core resources of the Family and obtain the support of that high-and-mighty direct-line woman, he kicked the girl away.

With his own hands, he extinguished the last shred of warmth in his heart.

Watching the despairing gaze of the girl in the rain, he forcibly turned his head and walked toward the abyss of power.

He had paid such an agonizing price, abandoning his baseline as a human being!

"No!"

Xing Yun roared out loud, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

Dark gold and dark green radiances danced within his eye sockets, resembling a beast poised to devour people.

"I have abandoned everything! I even gave up on her! How could I possibly admit defeat here!"

Xing Yun grabbed Fu Bo by the collar, lifting the old man up.

"Go find people for me! Since those great families dare not make a move, we will do it ourselves!"

"Go to the black market! Go to the dark net! Find me those lunatics wanted by the Federation!"

"Find the deities of alien races lurking within the Federation! As long as Lin Yuan can be killed, I will give however many resources are demanded!"

Fu Bo was choked to the point of breathlessness, grasping the wrists of Xing Yun with both hands and speaking with difficulty:

"Young Master... think twice! Initiating a Divine Domain war... is no trifling matter!"

The strength in the hand of Xing Yun relaxed slightly, but he still gripped Fu Bo before him.

Fu Bo panted heavily and quickly said, "Those wanted criminals and alien deities demand extremely high prices."

"More crucially, what if they bungle the job?"

"Lin Yuan is currently a Sixth-Turn Demigod with a perfectly closed-loop Domain."

"In the event that the opponent loses, Lin Yuan could counter-attack along the passage of the Divine Domain invasion and capture the opponent alive."

"Following the clues, the military could easily trace it back to us!"

"By then, even the Family will not be able to protect you!"

"Capture alive?" The mouth of Xing Yun split into a twisted smile, "What kind of thing is Lin Yuan? Can he capture those old foxes alive?"

Xing Yun released Fu Bo, pushing him down to the ground.

"I did not tell you to go find those random cats and dogs."

"Go find me wanted criminals of the Seventh-Turn Demigod or even Eighth-Turn Demigod realm!"

"Among those old monsters who have survived for hundreds or thousands of years under the pursuit of the Federation, which one does not have a few trump cards to save their lives?"

"Lin Yuan is just a greenhorn who has recently broken through to the Sixth-Turn Demigod realm. No matter how strong his Domain is, it is impossible for him to retain old fellows of this level!"

Xing Yun looked at Fu Bo, his tone chillingly cold.

"Even if the assassination fails, those old foxes definitely have ways to sever the Divine Domain connection and make a full retreat."

"Lin Yuan cannot catch any evidence at all. Go do it, this is an order."

Fu Bo sat on the ground, looking at the face of Xing Yun twisted by jealousy and obsession, and sighed deeply in his heart.

He knew that the Young Master had completely lost his rationality.

The sunk cost was too high, forcing Xing Yun to walk down this dark path to the very end.

"This old servant understands." Fu Bo stood up, patted the dust off his body, and bowed as he withdrew.

Fu Bo returned to his underground secret chamber.

He sat cross-legged on a futon, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness inward.

Descending into his own Divine Domain.

This was a hazy, gray world.

The sky was shrouded in black mist year-round, and gray cities were distributed across the earth.

The dependents of Fu Bo were rat-men skilled in concealment and earth-escaping techniques.

Their strength was not high, but their senses were sharp, making them born intelligence peddlers.

Fu Bo ignored the rat-men shuttling underground and flew straight toward the deepest part of the Divine Domain.

There stood a solitary black altar.

The altar was piled from some unknown beast bones, and its surface was carved with soul-summoning divine patterns.

This was a [Soul-Waking Altar] built from a special architectural blueprint Fu Bo had accidentally obtained during a black market transaction in his early years.

This item possessed no offensive power nor could it produce resources.

Its sole purpose was to establish a covert spiritual connection with a specific person across distant Star Domains through Divine Soul frequencies.

This kind of connection could not be tracked by regular Star Net, making it one of the safest communication methods in the underground world.

Fu Bo stood before the Soul-Waking Altar, pulling a soul stone from his bosom.

He pressed the soul stone into the groove at the center of the altar.

Putting his hands together, the Divine Power within his body was injected into the altar.

The divine patterns on the altar lit up one by one, shining with red light.

One minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

Aside from the flashing red light at the center of the altar, there was no reaction whatsoever.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of Fu Bo.

His Divine Power was only at the Fourth-Turn Demigod level; maintaining the operation of the Soul-Waking Altar was a huge consumption for him.

But he did not stop.

He knew how cautious the person he wanted to contact was.

Time ticked away second by second.

The Divine Soul of Fu Bo began to grow ethereal and transparent.

Just as Fu Bo was about to give up and swallow a Medicinal Pill to recover his Divine Power, the red light in the center of the altar retracted.

An illusory figure that almost seemed ready to dissipate at any moment slowly condensed above the altar.

The face of the illusory figure could not be seen clearly; it could only be vaguely discerned as the outline of a slender man.

"Old thing, you are actually still alive."

Fu Bo breathed a sigh of relief, stopped his Divine Power output, and slumped down at the edge of the altar.

"Thanks to you, I still have one breath left." Fu Bo panted heavily as he looked at the illusory figure.

The illusory figure flickered unsteadily above the altar, seemingly examining the condition of Fu Bo.

"I thought you had long since died in some gutter."

"If it were not for you, this old dog, desperately driving the Soul-Waking Altar and annoying me to the point where I could not calmly deduce divine arts, I would not have bothered to split this traceless Divine Soul over."

The illusory figure sneered, "Speak, whose Family young master are you acting as a dog for now? To actually be able to procure so much Divine Power to find me."

The expression of Fu Bo remained unchanged.

Having lived for nearly a millennium, he had long been accustomed to the sarcasm and ridicule of the underground world.

He did not pick up on the banter of the other party and went straight to the topic.

"There is a big deal, do you want to do it or not?"

"A big deal?" The illusory figure scoffed, "What big deal can a Fourth-Turn Demigod piece of trash like you have?"

"Kill a few blind star pirates, or go mine on some abandoned resource star?"

"Kill one person." Fu Bo stared at the illusory figure, "Starry Sky University, freshman. Sixth-Turn Demigod."

The illusory figure fell silent for two seconds.

Afterward, the space around the altar distorted slightly.

A terrifying coercive pressure followed the connection of the Soul-Waking Altar, crossing endless starry skies and heavily pressing down upon the Divine Soul of Fu Bo.

Fu Bo let out a muffled groan, his Divine Soul fluctuating violently, nearly collapsing directly.

"Old dog, are you playing me?" The voice of the illusory figure turned bone-chillingly cold, "A freshman at Starry Sky University? Sixth-Turn Demigod?"

"Do you take me for an idiot!"

"A Genius of this level definitely has military deities secretly protecting him by his side."

"You want me to go kill him? You want me to go court death, and then take my head to the Federation to claim a bounty!"

Fu Bo endured the pain of his Divine Soul being torn apart, gritting his teeth as he said, "His name is Lin Yuan. Blood Pact War of Ten Thousand Races, designated leader of the Human Race vanguard army."

The illusory figure fell silent once more.

This time, the duration of silence was even longer.

The coercive pressure pressing down on Fu Bo slowly receded.

The illusory figure floated around above the altar twice, a hint of astonishment carried in its tone.

"Lin Yuan... I have heard of this name; so it turns out to be the bait you released."

"Since you know, you should understand the true value of this deal." Fu Bo caught his breath, his voice steady.

He knew who he was facing.

Codename "Blood Crow".

He was once a generation's Prodigy of Starry Sky University as well.

Ten years ago, during a relic exploration, for reasons unknown, he slaughtered all dozen or so accompanying disciples of great families.

After the matter was exposed, he betrayed and fled the Federation, roaming through the chaotic Star Domains.

Over the past ten years, the Federation military had dispatched pursuit squads several times, and even had Ninth-Turn Demigod generals personally lead the teams.

But relying on his cunning personality and bizarre Divine Domain abilities, Blood Crow escaped death time and time again.

By now, he had reached the Seventh-Turn Demigod realm.

The reason Fu Bo did not look for Eighth-Turn or Ninth-Turn Demigod old monsters was twofold.

First, existences of that level simply looked down upon the resources in the hands of Xing Yun and were only interested in complete Divine Domain habitats.

Second, someone like Blood Crow who had been stuck at the Seventh-Turn Demigod realm for many years and urgently needed a Breakthrough opportunity was more easily swayed by interests.

"True value?" Blood Crow sneered, "Killing a designated leader is tantamount to openly provoking the Federation. What do you have to move me?"

"A complete habitable planet, plus a Legacy of the [Void Stealth] divine art." Fu Bo threw out his chips.

The illusory figure paused visibly.

Habitable planets were hard currency.

And the Legacy of the [Void Stealth] divine art was precisely the divine life-saving skill most yearned for by wanted criminals like Blood Crow who were hunted down year-round.

"Not enough." Blood Crow barged in bargaining, "The risk is too great. Since that brat can be designated as the leader, he definitely has life-saving trump cards in his hands."

"In case he stalls for time and the military reinforcements arrive, I will not even have a chance to run."

"He is a Sixth-Turn Demigod. You are a Seventh-Turn Demigod." The tone of Fu Bo was calm as he began to use words to provoke the other party.

"You were also a Prodigy of Starry Sky University back then. Do you think you cannot even resolve a newly enrolled freshman within a short period of time?"

"Or could it be that these ten years of fleeing have frightened your guts out?"

"Provocation tactics are useless on me, old dog." The voice of Blood Crow remained unchanged, "The reason I can survive until now relies precisely on caution."

"Add another one million cubic meters of pure Divine Power crystals." Fu Bo threw out his final bottom line, "This is all my master can take out."

"If you do not take it, I can only go find the deities of alien races."

"I believe those demon descendants will be very interested in the head of the Human Race leader."

The illusory figure flickered a few times above the altar.

One million cubic meters of pure Divine Power crystals were enough to double the area of his Divine Domain.

Coupled with the previous chips, this batch of resources was enough for him to assault the Eighth-Turn Demigod realm.

As long as he broke through to the Eighth-Turn Demigod realm, he would have the capital to truly gain a foothold in the chaotic Star Domains, and would no longer need to scurry around like a stray dog.

"Transmit the detailed intelligence of Lin Yuan, Divine Domain coordinates, and the retreat route you planned all to me." Blood Crow finally relented.

"The intelligence can be given to you. But as for the retreat route, handle it yourself."

Fu Bo did not yield at all, "We are only responsible for providing resources and targets."

"After making your move, whether you live or die has nothing to do with us. We will not leave behind any substantive evidence of contact with you."

"Old fox." Blood Crow cursed.

He knew the thoughts of Fu Bo.

This was to prevent him from being captured alive and having the employers traced along the clues.

"Pay half of the deposit first, and the divine art scroll must be included in the deposit." Blood Crow put forward his demand.

"Very well. It will be transferred through the black market traceless account." Fu Bo nodded.

"Three days later. I will let him know just how fragile a Prodigy of Starry Sky University is in front of a true life-and-death battle."

Leaving behind a sentence filled with killing intent, the illusory figure instantly dissipated.

The red light on the Soul-Waking Altar completely went out.

Fu Bo let out a long breath of turbid air, and the extreme weakness of the Divine Soul caused him to feel a wave of dizziness.

He exited the Divine Domain, his consciousness returning to his body in the underground secret chamber.

Opening his eyes, Fu Bo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The transaction was struck.

But the sense of unease in his heart grew increasingly intense.

Blood Crow was indeed very strong; his Seventh-Turn Demigod strength coupled with ten years of slaughtering experience absolutely crushed the vast majority of deities of the same rank.

However, was Lin Yuan really that easy to kill?

"I hope the Young Master is... right this time."

Fu Bo muttered to himself, stood up, walked toward the communication console in the secret chamber, and began to handle the transfer matters for the deposit.