Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast

At the frontlines of the forbidden zone battlefield, Qian Tian looked toward the distant Purgatory Empire. "I originally thought a few demon kings would split themselves off and sneak into the Blue Planet... but I didn't expect we'd lure out a big fish like Deorus."

With two puppets infused with a strand of Derous's divine soul origin, sealing even one of the soul origins within them would turn it into a powerful weapon against Deorus.

Demon gods were different from demon kings. They wouldn't weaken just because they split off two strands of their divine soul origin, nor would they be severely injured if the divine soul origin within those two demon god puppets were destroyed.

Even so, those strands were worth far more than a few demon kings. As a demon god who had mastered the power of the time bloodline, Deorus was not only immensely powerful, rivaling cultivators from the late stage of the ancient level, but also incredibly difficult to kill.

When facing fatal danger, Deorus could tear through space and enter a temporal rift, burning its bloodline power to flee into another point in time. In situations like this, only someone with the power of time could pursue it across timelines. Without the ability to locate the rift, people like Qian Tian were completely powerless to stop it. Even when the Dragon Emperor took action, Deorus was never made the main target for this exact reason.

This time, however, if they could seal a strand of Deorus's divine soul origin, they would be able to lock onto it and track it down, no matter where in time it tried to escape.

Beside Qian Tian, Heavenly King Zhenwu stood holding a black stele in his hands, a faint smile on his face. "This was unexpected. No one thought that little guy would have already reached the rank of demon king, and not just that. He's even earned the trust of Deorus and the other demon gods, and now leads their newly reorganized Intelligence Division. With him working from the inside, we've managed to stay one step ahead on a lot of intel. The only problem now is figuring out how to seal those two puppets. Demon-god-level beings react incredibly fast. If we don't strike with lightning speed, they'll almost certainly choose to self-destruct the moment anything feels off."

Qian Tian slowly said, "Right now, the strongest on the Blue Planet is Chen Chu. However, he's busy with other matters, so he may not cross paths with those two puppets. To be safe, we should send Xuanwu and Jiuyou back. If anything were to happen to Chen Chu's mother or younger brother, we wouldn't be able to explain it to him."

***

Watching the two beams of light vanish into the depths of the void, Deorus slowly nodded. This teleportation had gone smoothly without any mishaps. Guided by the coordinates of the Void Demonic Eye, the two demon god puppets had crossed millions of kilometers and landed with pinpoint accuracy.

As the blood-red beams of light slowly faded, the mythical colossal beast beneath the demon god pillar, a creature a thousand meters long with its flesh and soul completely drained, crumbled into black ash and vanished.

At the same time, far to the east of the Thirtieth Legion stronghold of the Expansion Division, more than ten thousand kilometers across from the collapsed Black Forbidden Zone, thick black mist filled the depths of an underground canyon. Two beams of blood-colored light pierced through heaven and earth as they descended, landing on an altar stained with the blood of countless mutated beasts.

Below the altar, two true demons marked with the Seventh Demonic Mark knelt on the ground, their auras weak but their faces filled with excitement. "Greetings, empire envoys."

The two demon god puppets were more fearsome than ordinary true demons. They gave a slight nod. One of them, its eyes glowing with a dim red light, said in a hoarse voice, "Take us to the rift."

"Yes, my lord."

The two true demons kneeling on the ground were unaware of the puppets' true identities. Believing them to be powerful true demons sent by the Empire, they rose respectfully and led the way.

After making their way through a damp and dark passage, the four soon entered a spacious cavern. Suspended half a meter above the ground was a rift over a meter long and more than ten centimeters wide.

Dense transcendent energy surged through the rift toward the barren world on the other side, stirring up fierce winds that occasionally lifted loose stones into the air.

However, the moment those stones entered the rift, they silently shattered into dozens of fragments, then turned to ash and disappeared, torn apart by the spatial storm raging within the passage.

One of the true demons hesitated and said, "My lord, according to the agreement, the Giant Cultists are already waiting on the other side. But this rift is far too narrow to pass through..."

The demon god puppet spoke hoarsely, its voice slow and deep. "It doesn't matter."

As it spoke, a forbidden weapon from an alien race appeared in its hand. The weapon was over five meters long, but its blade looked like it was breaking down.

Buzz!

Countless runes on the blade lit up at once, each carrying the aura of world-breaking power. A force far beyond the transcendent level surged out, shaking the earth.

Boom!

A black light that could cut through space and time surged into the rift. The rift trembled from the immense force, but didn't collapse. Instead, it continued to tear open wider.

Gradually, a passage over ten meters long and more than five meters wide took shape, its surroundings covered in black runes. On the other side, a withered landscape and low-lying vegetation could be faintly seen.

However, after releasing that slash, the black blade grew even more damaged. It seemed like it could only be used one more time before shattering completely.

"This passage will only last for a moment. Let's go."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Without delay, the two demon god puppets, beings with self-awareness and intelligence but still guided by a strand of Deorus's divine soul origin, became streaks of black light as they shot into the passage.

In a cave on the barren and desolate Northern Region grasslands of the Blue Planet, three dark-skinned, primitive tribesmen stood excitedly, their bodies painted with colorful patterns and wooden spears in hand.

Before them stood two terrifying figures, each over ten meters tall, fierce and monstrous.

The three tribesmen bowed respectfully and said, "Welcome, my lords. We offer our congratulations on your arrival to this planet."

Seeing the three tribesmen dressed in nothing but loincloths, the two demon god puppets fell silent for a moment. Then, a cold and deep voice echoed through the cave. "What identities have we been given, and how do we get to East Xia to approach the target?"

The leading tribesman respectfully replied, "My lord, we've already made all the arrangements. The two of you are now warriors of our Kata-Walabura Tribe. A few years ago, our tribe discovered a gemstone mine. It caught the interest of a jewelry company from the East Xia Empire, Tianbao, and we've been supplying them with raw stones ever since. Through this company, our tribe acquired many items from modern civilization, like televisions, satellite phones, and even built a communication base station.

"As the first and second warriors of our tribe, you are naturally strong and have a deep reverence for power. Recently, you've watched many videos of cultivators online and have become fascinated by true martial arts, yearning to travel to East Xia and find a master to learn from. Especially now, with martial arts tournaments being held across various regions, the excitement has only grown. You're determined to witness the competition in person. Three days from now, personnel from the company will arrive as usual to collect the raw gemstones. I've already spoken to the branch manager of Tianbao and paid for your travel expenses. You'll board an international flight with them and head to East Xia together..."

The three tribesmen then carefully explained all the necessary details and precautions. For instance, before leaving the cave, the two demon god puppets would need to transform their appearances to resemble primitive tribesmen.

Otherwise, the moment they stepped outside, they'd be immediately locked onto by high-resolution satellites covering space. They also needed to be mindful of their language, speech patterns, eye contact, and other mannerisms.

After the tribesmen finished explaining all the necessary details, the two demon god puppets fell silent once again. They were peak Ninth Demonic Mark powerhouses, commanders of legions that ruled over millions in their original world. Yet the very first thing they had to do upon arriving in this barren land was pretend to be primitive tribesmen?

Ten minutes later, the three primitive humans slowly emerged from their ancestral cave. Two of the men had undergone even greater changes to their human forms. Their bodies were tall and muscular, with dark skin and large nostrils. They looked like half-evolved gorillas and gave off an intimidating presence.

When the three returned to the tribe at the foot of the mountain, many tribeswomen perked up at the sight of them. These women were dressed in loose, floral-patterned shirts and had their hair styled in dreadlocks.

One woman, who weighed over 120 kilograms, immediately waddled over. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at the two "tribesmen." "Vala... Ula... La..."

As she spoke, she spun around in front of them to show off her strong and fertile-looking figure, while a heavy stench of sweat spread through the air.

The tribal priest's expression turned stern as he barked, "Rulala, back off! Talu and the others have just finished meditating. Their strength has increased, and they need time to rest."

Seeing that the two warriors had indeed grown noticeably more muscular, the surrounding tribespeople became excited, chattering nonstop in their native language. With the priest's strict command, the overweight woman could only walk away with a disappointed look.

Huff! Huff!

The two "tribesmen" flared their nostrils, exhaling heavily as they suppressed the urge to slaughter all these ugly tribespeople around them.

While the two demon god puppets sent to assassinate Chen Hu and Zhang Xiaolan were still adjusting to life as primitive tribesmen, other things were happening across the Blue Planet.

***

Beneath the military base outside the capital of East Xia, Xie Chen sat cross-legged in midair, his gaze fixed ahead.

Within the crystallized world, the golden-purple blood mist that had once spread across a thousand kilometers had now vanished, replaced by a grayish sphere of light that resembled an entire world. A massive figure lay sprawled within the sphere, an ancient demon god with eight arms. With each breath it took, the entire world trembled from the weight of its overwhelming presence.

Around that demon god, the countless runic sequence chains had also disappeared, replaced by a dazzling, mysterious galaxy cluster, within which countless lights flickered and danced.

Seeing this scene, anticipation flickered more brightly in Xie Chen's eyes.

***

At the same time, deep within the lands of the West Meng Empire, scorching lava rolled and surged. Yet, at the very center, cold air spread outward, sealing Mech No.1's massive figure.

"Reporting in! General Luo Fei's soul synchronization rate with No.1 has dropped to 150%. However, the compatibility of their spiritual fluctuations has reached 98%, and their life magnetic field synchronization rate has hit 99%. They're practically one entity."

Luo Wuming, who hadn't slept for over ten days, narrowed his eyes and drew a sharp breath. "Almost there. Just a little more. Continue monitoring closely."

"Yes, sir!"

***

Time slipped by unnoticed. Before long, three days had passed.

As a transport aircraft carrying gemstones and rare medicinal herbs unique to the Northern Continent took off, the opening ceremony of the National Martial Arts Tournament began in Tiannan City.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to the live broadcast of the First National Martial Arts Tournament. I'm your host, Xiaoxiao. Today's opening ceremony will be hosted by General Yan Ruoyi and Her Highness Anstira, from the Heavenly Feathered Race..."