Chapter 1090: Proud Heaven’s Son

All of the major powers under heaven were currently in Yang Qi’s control, and he was feeling very pleased. He even let his four enemies go plot amongst themselves about how to deal with him. After all, he didn’t think that Mu Renwang and Su Xin would ever truly ally with Huangfu Genesis, and they might even report information about him to Yang Qi.

As he watched them head to their various palaces, he smiled coldly.

Even the House of God Bastards’ headquarters had been brought to the new central location.

It was a huge mountain, covered with grotesquely-shaped jagged rocks and battered by harsh energy winds that screamed like ghosts and were filled with an aura of sin and enmity.

The specific name of the headquarters was ‘Cursed Bastard Mountain’.

It was home to a host of god bastards, and was in fact a preheaven god item created, not in the human world, but in the god world, using a host of energies filled with sin and enmity. It existed on a much higher level than ordinary god items, and the energies of sin and enmity within it could be transformed into chains that would sweep out and lock on to any enemy, making it impossible for them to escape.

But now it was inside the spell formation Yang Qi had created, which was so powerful it would cause dragons to coil up and tigers to crouch down.

Everything was flourishing, causing Yang Qi to nod in satisfaction. After becoming the league-lord, he was struck with the sensation that he was soon going to end up facing Proud Heaven. After all, the more important he became, the more powerful entities he ended up having contact with.

WHOOSH!

Even as he stood in the middle of his grand spell formation thinking about this, a beam of light suddenly appeared noiselessly in front of him.

Yang Qi reached out and grabbed it, and the light resolved into the shape of an enormous godmammoth, trumpeting in rage. Instantly, his arm went numb.

‘The Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth? This reminds me of the God Legion Seal!’

He looked left and right, but didn’t see anyone. Then he peered closer at the golden godmammoth. Suddenly, it surged with golden light, and at the same time, a voice spoke into his ear. “Yang Qi, do you want to destroy Proud Heaven? Then join me. This godmammoth will lead you to me.”

The golden godmammoth then shot off into the distance. Without hesitation, Yang Qi followed, wondering who could possibly have been thinking the same thing as him. Could it be the bearer of the God Legion Seal from the Primeval Age? And that person wanted to join forces with him to kill Proud Heaven?

Or could this be a trick by Proud Heaven himself?

Regardless, Yang Qi felt that true confidence stems from superb skill. Besides, his immortal-slaying clone was now in the mid Terrifying level. Together, there were few people who could possibly cause a problem for them.

After all, the power they could now unleash from the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart was unimaginable.

Even if they did end up facing a deadly situation, they could easily turn ill fortune into good luck. For the moment, he wasn’t worried, and decided that it would be worth it to follow this godmammoth and learn more about what opportunities might be at hand.

Yang Qi followed the godmammoth into the depths of the Great Necropolis, confident that with the purrling back in the alliance, nothing untoward would happen. During the ten years that had passed, the purrling had grown a bit despite its continuing refusal to eat, begging the question of how exactly it was growing.

Deeper and deeper they went, until Yang Qi could see many surrounding immortal worlds with a rank of two thousand, and the pressure building up around him was tremendous. Thankfully, he was stronger than ever, with a psychic scale of a hundred and fifty and a cultivation base beyond the mid Terrifying level.

As he proceeded, the ranks of the worlds around him rose. Two thousand three hundred. Two thousand five hundred. Two thousand eight hundred.

He continued to fly on until, all of a sudden, an enormous immortal world appeared in front of him. It looked like a sphere of jade that was simultaneously made of flesh and blood, and its rank was three thousand!

A boundless and majestic aura pulsed off of it, but given Yang Qi’s level, he wasn’t particularly impressed. This immortal world was powerful, but he could still assimilate it if he had to. People with an ordinary Terrifying will convergence wouldn’t be able to fly in an immortal world like this, much less pierce through space.

But Yang Qi could.

He was so far past the mid Terrifying level that he could even survive in the god world without any problems. Entering the three thousandth ranked immortal world, he took a deep breath and looked around. The clouds almost looked like they were made from liquid jade, and as they flowed into him, he used King Heaven-Devourer’s talismans to transform them into streams of true energy.

Instantly, one Heaven-Devouring śarīra after another appeared.

Unfortunately, such śarīras were of little use to Yang Qi; only god worlds could be of help to him now. Therefore, he would give the śarīras to his subordinates.

Upon entering this enormous immortal world, the golden godmammoth faded away to nothing.

Yang Qi sent his divine will out, and as he did, streams of fog shot toward him.

Whoosh!

A finger attack pierced toward his forehead, the top of his head, his sea of energy... all of which were major acupoints on the body. It was an amazing technique that locked down everything in the area, making it impossible for the target to have any avenue of defense. And it absolutely thrummed with the dignity of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

Although Yang Qi had never encountered this specific technique before, he knew it had the same origin as his own technique.

Instead of using his own Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth to counter it, he swept his finger out with three moves from the Unspoiled Body.

They were Sea of Tribulations Births Kalpas, I Shall Go to Hell, and Bearing Suffering. All of them were reflections of the mercy of the sages and mahātmās that conformed to the statement I will sacrifice myself and go to hell before I let anyone else do so. In other words, they involved bearing the suffering of the entire world.

The Unspoiled Body was about a single person bearing the suffering of everyone else, and using it as a form of training to reach unfathomable levels of invincibility.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Three fingers met three fingers.

Then a person appeared, surrounded by crackling sounds like that of thunder. Meanwhile, Yang Qi shivered as though his vital energy had been struck. However, a short moment later, he stabilized it and was back to normal.

The person in front of him became clear. It was a man in a long black robe, with a long, crooked staff in his hand. Yang Qi recognized him immediately; he was none other than the Shepherd of the Fiend-Devil League.

“Shepherd?” Yang Qi said. “How can you use the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth?”

“I trust you’ve been well since we last met, boy?” the Shepherd said in a grating voice. “I can’t believe you’ve actually cultivated the Unspoiled Body to the level of three hundred tribulations. From ancient times until now, not a single expert on the Ancient Road to the Gods has done that, not even with the sheepskin scroll. In fact, no one has even reached the level of a hundred. It seems you’ve really unlocked the secrets of that piece of the Mahātmā Jade you stole from me.”

“What do you want, Shepherd,” Yang Qi said. “To join the Sage Monarch League? Or take back that Mahātmā Jade? It seems to me you don't have what it takes to do the latter. Don’t forget that your Fiend-Devil League is a big thorn in the side of the Executors of the Ancient Road. If we work together against a common enemy, we might survive. But if we start fighting each other, the executors will be the ones who benefit.”

“You’re growing up fast,” the Shepherd replied. “It took you no time at all to become the league-lord of your so-called Sage Monarch League. You even got Houselord God Bastard, Mu Renwang, Su Xin and Huangfu Genesis under control. You have an incredible spell formation, and some sort of bizarre creature from the ancient past that makes you even more domineering. In any case, don’t worry, I didn’t come here today to fight you. No, I want you to meet someone.... Proud World, please come out and meet your brother. Let’s chat.”

Laughter rang out as another person appeared. He was young, and pulsed with a golden aura that reminded Yang Qi of the golden imp of the God Legion Seal.

“Shepherd, it seems that you haven’t yet mastered the bit of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth that I infused into you. Your Dracomammoth Finger is a quintessential aspect of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, but sadly, you haven’t cleansed yourself of that fiend-devil aura of yours. You haven’t become like a true sage or mahātmā of the god world.”

Surprisingly, the young man had no traces of the God Legion Seal on him. It seemed like all of his energy arts had been given to him by another, which meant that he was obviously a pawn of Proud Heaven.

A pawn and a son.

What was amazing was that he was a mid Terrifying expert, with a psychic scale that surpassed a hundred and was actually impossible to read. Obviously, his cultivation of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth had allowed him to break through limitations that ordinary people could never surpass.

As he looked at Yang Qi, he didn't seem to have a trace of hostility in his eyes, and was in fact smiling broadly. “I’m your humble servant, Proud World. Well met, Brother. You’re a son of Proud Heaven, and so am I. The two of us are half-brothers. Same father, different mothers.”

Snorting coldly, Yang Qi flicked his sleeve and said, “There’s no need to go on about that. You might be a son of Proud Heaven, but I'm not. I'm a Fateless One, born without any father or mother. I've come to this world to distort the river of fate, to transform the fate of the gods, and of heaven and earth. The trifling Proud Heaven doesn’t deserve to be my father. In other words, there’s no need for you to call me brother. What exactly do you want?”

“Well, you’ve got quite the personality!” Proud World said. “I like it! I can tell from your tone of voice that you have a big grudge with Proud Heaven, which makes you just the person I want to work with. If you didn’t hate Proud Heaven, I wouldn’t have asked you here today. Instead, I would have considered you an enemy.”

Yang Qi was visibly taken aback by Proud World's words. “Are you saying you hate Proud Heaven too?”

Proud World’s smile suddenly widened, and his shining white teeth somehow became profoundly eerie. “I don’t just hate him. If I had an opportunity, I wouldn’t mind eating him alive. I'm sure his flesh and blood would taste delicious. The mere thought of it causes me to shiver with delight! You see, Proud Heaven performed experiments on me, the kind that should have killed me. In the end, though, I ended up reaching this level because of it. And it was all thanks to him.”

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