219: Chapter 219: Seventh Stage of Demigodhood, Embryonic Form of Godhood

The blood-red crack healed in the Void Realm.

Blood Crow collapsed onto the core altar of his Divine Domain.

The raven-feather cloak on his body shattered into strips of cloth, and his withered Physical Body was covered in cracks.

The power of the end remained at his wounds, continuously devouring his vitality.

Without caring about treating his injuries, Blood Crow quickly lunged toward the center of the altar.

"Deviation! Immediately deviate from the original coordinates!"

Blood Crow pressed his hands onto the crystal ball, pouring Divine Power into it.

The entire Divine Domain shook because of this, performing random jumps in the dark matter sea.

The spatial coordinates were directly erased by him, and he even spared no effort to detonate the peripheral defense Formation to cover up his movement trajectory.

Until the Divine Domain's coordinates finally deviated from the original Void Realm quadrant, Blood Crow collapsed limply onto the altar out of exhaustion.

He panted heavily, his air-dried skin twitching uncontrollably.

It was too terrifying.

Recalling the root branches surging up from the ground, his Divine Soul was still trembling deep within.

That brat Lin Yuan clearly only had the Realm of a Demigod Sixth Turn, so why did he possess a Legendary-grade vassal?

Moreover, it was not an ordinary Legendary-grade living being.

It was a plant-type overlord rooted in the entire plane and thoroughly bound to the Origin of the Divine Domain!

That all-covering End Field and the method of extracting vitality while ignoring Ranks completely defied the common sense of the deity world.

He, Blood Crow, had wandered in the chaotic Star Domain for ten years, killing people, seizing goods, and devouring planes.

In order to Cultivate a Legendary-grade Beast Emperor or Blood Disciple, he stuffed hundreds of millions of lives into the furnace, and even after dragging it out until his divine fire became unstable, he still failed to touch that natural chasm.

"This brat definitely has a backing... The higher-ups of Starry Sky University must have shoved some taboo item into his Divine Domain."

Blood Crow gritted his teeth, forcibly finding a reasonable explanation for himself.

He did not believe that a freshman could Cultivate such a monster on his own.

As long as he survived this calamity and hid the coordinates well.

"Fortunately, I ran away." Blood Crow gritted his teeth, secretly rejoicing.

As long as he returned to his own territory and relied on the sustenance of these five billion vassals, at most a few months later, he could return to the Peak.

No matter how unpredictable the True God's methods were, it was impossible without any clues to precisely pluck out this constantly moving grain of sand of his from hundreds of millions of stars.

Just as he was calculating how to recover his Origin Qi,

High above the Divine Domain, a thick layer of clouds split open with a gap.

Lin Yuan, with his hands in his pockets, stepped out from the gap, steadily hovering in mid-air as he sized up this vast world.

He wouldn't have known if he didn't look, but upon looking, he discovered...

The scenery of the Divine Domain below completely subverted Lin Yuan's inherent perception of "devil cultivators".

Originally, he thought that the Divine Domain of a devil cultivator should be a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, and piles of white bones.

Everywhere should be gloomy Immortal Caves and Sects with blood qi soaring into the sky.

However, what came into view were rows upon rows of modern cities.

High-rise buildings were everywhere, crisscrossing asphalt roads ran through the city, and traffic was bustling and endless.

Eighty percent of the area was covered by such highly urbanized buildings, and the remaining twenty percent were wilderness reserves enclosing various Vicious Beasts.

"Doing Mechanical Ascension?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Those who built their Divine Domains into modern urban styles were usually deities taking the mechanical path.

Blood Crow's subordinates were clearly a group of extreme devil cultivators who played with blood qi, white bones, and toxins; how could they come up with such a set of infrastructure?

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, and his massive Mental Energy poured down like mercury, covering a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, a trace of realization flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He had misjudged.

This was a giant flesh-and-blood factory cloaked in the coat of modern civilization.

In every cloud-piercing skyscraper, the load-bearing pillars were carved full of "Yin-Gathering Formations" and "Blood-Drawing Formations".

Hundreds of millions of humans lived inside; the foul breath they exhaled and the seven emotions and six desires they emitted were all drained away by the Formations at the bottom of the buildings.

Converging into pure Devilish Qi, it was transported to the devil cultivators in seclusion at the top floor.

In the modern hospital in the distance, the delivery room connected to the slaughter assembly line in the basement.

The newborn babies immediately underwent Spiritual Root testing.

Those with immortal cultivation Aptitude were marked with serial numbers and sent to school.

Mortal bodies without Aptitude were thrown directly down the chute into the basement.

The assembly line machines would crush the Mortal bodies bones and flesh alike, extracting the purest Innate essence blood to refine "Lesser Returning Blood Pills".

The remaining bone dregs and leftover flesh were dried, ground into powder, loaded into vehicles, and shipped to the marginal areas as feed for those Corpse-Bone Yin-Weaving Spiders and Purgatory Corpse Hounds.

The school was a brainwashing camp and a Gu-raising ground.

Students were divided into classes according to Aptitude.

Those with poor Aptitude cultivated the "Blood-Burning Bone-Transforming Art", overdrawing their lifespans in exchange for short-term combat power, and were directly incorporated into the cannon fodder legion after adulthood.

Those with good Aptitude cultivated core Cultivation Techniques and enjoyed the best resources, but they had to regularly devour their peers to keep their cultivation advancing.

Throughout the entire Divine Domain, no excess resources were wasted.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death were all incorporated into an industrialized operational system.

The benefits of this model were obvious.

Resource output was stable, and losses were reduced to a minimum.

Deities did not need to spend energy to manage it; the entire society itself could complete the closed loop of reproduction, screening, cultivation, and recycling.

"This fellow is a talent." Lin Yuan muttered to himself.

As expected, there were many talents in the deity world; even this kind of production could be conjured up.

It was just that he didn't know what the specific side effects were; probably a lack of comprehension of Laws and a short lifespan.

As for anger and pity, Lin Yuan didn't have any; after all, when it came down to it, he was far more ruthless than this fellow.

On the altar below, Blood Crow finally came back to his senses.

He raised his head to look at Lin Yuan in the distance, his eyeballs rolling. His Divine Thought swept over the space around Lin Yuan over and over again.

No spatial passage.

No infinitely surging black-gold branches, no hundreds of millions of mad dog vassals.

Lin Yuan was truly alone.

After a brief shock, ecstatic joy surged into Blood Crow's heart.

He stood up, his hunchbacked spine slowly straightening, and his languid aura surged violently once again.

"Hahahahaha!"

Blood Crow burst into loud laughter, the laughter carrying the madness of surviving a catastrophe.

"Brat, I admit that your Divine Domain is very weird and your vassals are perverted."

"If you hid in your tortoise shell, there really would be nothing I could do to you."

"But you actually dared to run to my territory alone?"

"Do you really think the majesty of a Demigod Seventh Turn is something a rookie Sixth Turn like you can provoke!"

Blood Crow stepped out of the altar, his figure directly appearing above the city, confronting Lin Yuan across the air.

In the deity world, the Demigod stage had three major Dao watersheds.

Third Turn, reshaping the divine body.

Seventh Turn, condensing the prototype Divine Spark.

The Domain of a Demigod Sixth Turn was merely a projection of Laws in the real world.

Upon stepping into the Seventh Turn, Divine Power liquefied and crystallized, and Laws completely solidified.

The prototype Divine Spark was the foundation of the future Divine Kingdom.

With the prototype Divine Spark, the Divine Soul would fuse into one with the Laws.

Even if the Physical Body was blasted into dregs, as long as the prototype Divine Spark was not destroyed, a single drop of blood could reshape the true form.

Under the suppression of the prototype Divine Spark, the Domain of the Sixth Turn was like a paper lantern, shattering at a single poke.

Blood Crow raised his right hand, blood light flourishing brightly in his palm.

A blood-red crystal covered in dense cracks slowly emerged in his palm.

This was his prototype Divine Spark, the crystal formed by fusing the Law of Blood and the Law of Withered Bones.

After the crystal appeared, the sky of the entire Divine Domain turned dark red.

In the city below, millions of Mortals and low-Rank devil cultivators simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Their Qi and blood were forcibly extracted by the prototype Divine Spark, forming a sky full of blood mist that gathered around Blood Crow.

"In your next life, remember not to be so arrogant!"

Blood Crow grinned viciously, the prototype Divine Spark blooming with blood light.

"Blood Prison · Myriad Bones Wither!"

The sky collapsed.

A giant blood-red bone claw stitched together from millions of human bones, covering a radius of 100,000 meters, tore through the clouds and clawed straight down at Lin Yuan's head.

The fingertips of the bone claw lingered with a thick Law of Withering.

Wherever it passed, space was annihilated.

The power of this strike had completely exceeded the scope of a Domain, being the absolute suppression of the material world by real Laws.

Facing this fatal strike sufficient to kill an ordinary Sixth Turn in seconds, Lin Yuan didn't even pull his hands out of his pockets.

He looked at Blood Crow rushing straight at him, with no ripples in his heart.

This idiot escaped for his life until he hallucinated.

He really thought that daring to chase over alone meant coming to deliver his head.

"Suppress me?" Lin Yuan's eyelids lifted slightly.

He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and gently slashed in the Void Realm.

"Descend."

An aura even more ancient, more vast, and filled with endless destructive meaning than Blood Crow's prototype Divine Spark erupted behind Lin Yuan.

[Void Tribulation Annihilation · End Mother Tree] phantom projection!

Although this phantom was only 10,000 meters tall, the Rank suppression it emitted plunged the entire world into a dead silence.

On the tree trunk, the metal face slowly opened its eyes.

In its fissure-like eyes, starry skies collapsed and void storms raged.

Just a glance.

Blood Crow felt as if his Divine Soul was grabbed by a giant hand.

The light emitted by the blood-red prototype Divine Spark in his palm instantly dimmed.

The blood-red bone claw covering 100,000 meters stagnated in mid-air.

Under the gaze of the Mother Tree phantom, the Law of Withering melted and evaporated like residual snow meeting a scorching sun.

"This is impossible!"

Blood Crow screamed out.

How could a prototype Divine Spark be suppressed by a mere phantom? This was the crystal of the Law Origin!

How could he know that the characteristic of the End Mother Tree was a Rank suppression acting at the level of the Divine Soul.

Before Blood Crow could recover from the trembling of his Divine Soul,

Lin Yuan's thought moved, and the dark gold Divine Power within his body began to boil.

"Domain, expand."

Centered on Lin Yuan, a gray-white force field with a radius of a hundred meters quietly unfolded.

[End and Origin].

The boundary between life and death was forcibly erased within this square inch.

Within the gray-white Domain, space flickered with fluctuations.

A giant hand covered in flowing gold and as thick as a mountain range probed out from the Void Realm, pressing down on the edge of the Domain.

Subsequently, a terrifying figure over a thousand meters tall, with eight arms growing from its ribs, squeezed into this world.

Tyrant.

After stepping into the Epic tier, the Tyrant's form had completely broken away from the category of conventional living beings.

It was like a demon god crawling out of the abyss.

"Roar—!"

The Tyrant let out a roar that shattered the clouds.

Without the slightest pause, its eight arms waved simultaneously.

The dual Domains of [Titan] and [Shadow Lurker], under the blessing of Lin Yuan's gray-white force field, were driven to the extreme by the Tyrant.

Centered on Blood Crow, the space within a radius of several thousand meters rapidly collapsed.

One half was an absolute gravitational black hole.

The terrifying gravity pulled at Blood Crow's body, crushing the protective blood light on the surface of his body layer by layer.

The other half was a weird shadow world.

Countless tentacles and sharp claws condensed from pure Shadow Law extended from nothingness.

Tightly entangling Blood Crow's limbs and neck, they even pierced into the defense circle of his prototype Divine Spark.

Although the Tyrant's attack could not directly kill Blood Crow, who possessed the Seventh Turn prototype Divine Spark,

this extreme dual-Law restriction firmly imprisoned Blood Crow in mid-air.

"Get away! Get away from me!"

Blood Crow crazily urged his Divine Power, attempting to break free from the entanglement of the tentacles.

The prototype Divine Spark continuously released blood light, cutting off one shadow tentacle after another. But the suppression of the Demon Tree phantom made it difficult for him to take a step.

And the real fatal move had already arrived.

Lin Yuan's figure flashed, crossing space and appearing directly in front of Blood Crow.

The gray-white Domain with a radius of a hundred meters enshrouded Blood Crow within it.

After stepping into the [End and Origin] Domain, Blood Crow's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt an unprecedented fear.

In this gray-white intertwined world, his Seventh Turn prototype Divine Spark lost absolute control over vitality.

The End Law cut into his Divine Soul like an invisible sharp blade.

The Origin Law was like a greedy whirlpool, forcibly extracting the energy within his body and converting it into nutrients for the gray-white force field.

Blood Crow clearly perceived that his vitality was decaying in an irreversible manner.

Rebirth from a drop of blood?

Here, not even a single drop of blood would be left behind.

As long as he died, the traces of his existence would be completely erased by the End Law.

"No... No!"

Under the pressure infinitely close to death, Blood Crow's desire for survival reached its extreme.

The decisiveness honed by ten years of a fugitive career saved his life at this moment.

He clearly realized that under the suppression of this terrifying phantom, within the constraints of this eight-armed monster, and inside this Domain that deprived life and death,

resisting stubbornly would lead to certain death.

Even if he was a Demigod Seventh Turn.

"Explode!"

A flash of resoluteness crossed Blood Crow's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he detonated the Physical Body he had cultivated through bitter hard work for many years.

Bang!

The Physical Body of the Demigod Seventh Turn exploded, and an extremely dense blood-red storm gushed outward.

The shockwave of the self-detonation forcibly shook open the Tyrant's shadow tentacles and tore a tiny crack in the gravitational black hole.

The prototype Divine Spark wrapped around Blood Crow's remaining Divine Soul and fled in a panic toward the crack.

This time, he didn't even dare to leave a single harsh word behind.