Capítulo 1309: Chapter 1310: 72 Transformations (Part 2)
The ghost shadows under Lin Qian’s command have killed many Eight-Eyed Divine Race mbers and can transform into their likenesses, even mimicking their aura with astonishing accuracy.
They infiltrate the cities of other Eight-Eyed Divine Race unnoticed, undetected by anyone.
Subsequently, many other ghost shadows also successfully infiltrated other nad cities to gather intelligence.
When these ghost shadows entered other cities, the information they brought back inford Lin Qian that the city’s situation had not alerted the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.
It seed as if the events here were just an inconspicuous ripple.
Especially after researching ancient texts not long afterward, Lin Qian realized that the scale of this city was not noteworthy in this small world.
In the entire small world, the Eight-Eyed Divine Race’s cities are divided into several levels, and the one Lin Qian had taken over was rely a level one, the lowest-grade city.
There are countless level one small cities in this large small world.
Moreover, Lin Qian’s rapid clearance of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race mbers in the city was so fast that they had no ti to react or send a communication.
Thus, Lin Qian felt that his luck wasn’t too bad, as, in a sense, he had successfully infiltrated this small world.
“Compared to the Origin State of the Soul Martial Star, the Four Directions State, this small world is indeed vast.” Looking at the tactical map being clarified by the investigations of the ghost shadows and Qing Yue, Lin Qian sighed.
Although, after the integration of Xuanyan Star fragnts,
the range of small worlds like the Origin State and Four Directions State on the Soul Martial Star had expanded, it still couldn’t compare to this small world.
As Lin Qian sent out more ghost shadows and Qing Yue to explore, infiltrating more cities,
he gained more understanding of the daily life of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.
Yet, it was this greater understanding that fueled his rage.
Because, in the cities of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, there are many slaves.
Among these slaves are mbers of the Human Clan, Illusion Clan, Ape Clan, and other races nurous across the Nine Heavens, as well as so more scarce races.
Without exception, these beings are all creatures from the Nine Heavens, captured by the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.
Their reason for capture is simple.
For amusent!
The ssage from the infiltrated ghost shadows was just that.
In the eyes of these Eight-Eyed Divine Race mbers, the indigenous creatures of the Nine Heavens are rely entertaining, amusing distractions—livestock, pets, slaves.
The Four-Eyed Spirit Clan wouldn’t display such blatant behavior openly.
But this small world had clearly been turned into their little domain by the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, doing whatever they wished.
The Eight-Eyed Divine Race fully utilized the creatures they secretly captured from the Nine Heavens.
Even so creatures from the Nine Heavens are descendants of those captured.
The Eight-Eyed Divine Race raises these creatures to handle dirty and strenuous tasks.
To breed the next generation, these beings are used as live training dummies, as sparring partners.
In real combat, when blood is shed, they kill these Nine Heavens creatures directly, as if slaughtering pigs and dogs, without remorse.
They also train these Nine Heavens creatures, allowing them to reach the peak of the Body Refining Realm, then forbid further cultivation, sealing their realms, continuously refining their bodies.
Then, they make these peak Body Refining Realm creatures, who have been specially honed, fight in gladiator arenas for bloody combat, to entertain themselves and for betting gas.
Moreover, the carnage only ends when one side perishes.
The reason Lin Qian hadn’t found any slaves in this level-one city was simply because it was a level-one city.
Those Nine Heavens creatures are pets for the Eight-Eyed Divine Race in level-three or higher cities.
Fra by fra imagery was preserved in the Imaging Crystal, and Lin Qian knew he must show these things to the citizens of the Huaxia Empire.
He wanted his people to understand exactly who their enemies are and how they’re treated.
Nearby, Wei Ziliang gritted his teeth in anger, his fists tightly clenched.
“Damn it, they all deserve to die!” Over here, Wei Ziliang seethed with hatred, wishing he could devour the Eight-Eyed Divine Race alive, “Young master, let’s act now!”
Lin Qian’s face was cold, aware of Wei Ziliang’s hatred: “I too wish to act now, but reason tells this isn’t the right ti.”
“Are there still important matters left undone?” Wei Ziliang, not a brash young man, understood that Lin Qian must have his reasons.
Lin Qian nodded, looking into the distance, with a sowhat peculiar expression: “You know I have established a library.”
“Yes, a place where non-confidential texts are collected for the public to read and gain knowledge.” Wei Ziliang nodded, adding, “It’s also a place to cultivate oneself.”
Even though there are Soul Computers and Handheld Soul Machines in the Huaxia Empire now,
the unique materials and intrinsic anings in the texts still cannot be replaced.
After the library was established, it beca very popular, with libraries crowded everywhere.
“In this small world, the main city of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race has a similar place, but it cannot be entered freely.” Lin Qian whispered, “I plan to personally go to the main city to enter that venue and check its substance.”
“It’s best to obtain all the texts in that venue before war breaks out. By then, we might learn a lot about the Netherworld Clan.”
“Plus, the Array Virus in the cities of this small world hasn’t been fully deployed yet.”
Wei Ziliang suddenly understood but still worried: “Isn’t this a bit too risky?”
At this mont, Wei Ziliang looked worried, feeling the young master was indeed too bold.
He always wanted to undertake dangerous things, just like infiltrating this small world.
In a place as large as an entire starry landmass, he just ventured in, and now he plans to infiltrate the heart of the enemy’s stronghold.
His courage is perhaps too great.
Seeing Wei Ziliang’s worried expression, Lin Qian couldn’t help but laugh: “I have a way to remain unseen, much more impressive than the soul skill your father passed down to you.”
Imperial authority, requisitioned.
The next mont, on Xuanhuan Star, the true form of Sun Wukong glanced at the sky, unleashing a power that surged into the white vortex above.
72 Transformations!
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