The Evolution Compendium

This bizarre and eerie scene made everyone's expressions shift slightly, as they felt a terrifying pressure just from the aura.

Who is she? A native creature of the Nether River? Or an existence awakened from its depths?

CLANG!

The nine-headed beauty was barefoot, her exquisite Jade Feet adorned with a loudly ringing White Bone Bell. Before the Blood Race members could see clearly, a sharp pain shot through their limbs. They exploded into a mist of blood and were sent flying backward.

So strong!

Everyone looked incredulous. They hadn't even seen what happened before they were crushed.

Chosen as the first War Soul and having devoured many souls and rules along the way, Jiuying could wield the Mighty Power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to crush those at the Dawn Star level!

Chu Yi also feigned shock, holding the Dragon Maiden as he retreated.

"Heehee, Master will surely like this little collectible," Jiuying flashed a crimson, sweet smile. Her slender fingers danced, countless threads of light flickering as the Furnace of Life landed in her hand. "Thank you for your hard work."

She can actually speak?

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. She even mentioned a "Master"—what on earth was she!

"Who is your Master?" William, clutching his broken arm, couldn't help but ask this eerie presence.

Jiuying glanced contemptuously at this group of ants. She had always held deep admiration and adoration for her great Master; these lowly creatures weren't even worthy of knowing her Master's name.

SSS!

Thousands of Fierce Ghosts wailed as Jiuying's figure dissipated, vanishing into the void.

Avril was stunned. She never would have imagined that an eerie figure would appear at the very last step and snatch away the Furnace of Life.

Or perhaps, she thought, this eerie presence had been watching in the dark all along, waiting for them to finish their 'game' before stepping in to snatch it away, merely for amusement. And that mention of 'Master'… it could refer to the 'King' yet to awaken in the depths of the Nether River, or it could be the King of Black Robes—the one who slew the Flesh and Blood Willow Tree and seized the Nether Secret Realm! After all, the King of Black Robes was a wildcard in this game. And regardless of which it was, it was an existence far beyond their capabilities.

"I'm so sorry, Big Brother," Avril apologized, her voice choked with sobs, "I… I lost what you worked so hard to get…" She felt terribly upset. Chu Yi had protected it, only for some eerie creature to snatch it away. The guilt was immense.

Chu Yi waved his hand dismissively, feigning indifference, but inwardly, he was ecstatic. He had gained Avril's trust as part of a long-term strategy; Lias's advancement path depended on the Ancestral Race. Of course, with his mimicry abilities, he could easily disguise himself as a Blood Race descendant in private and then return to the Federation as an undercover agent. Initially, he had even considered kidnapping Avril and taking the Furnace of Life back to the Federation with her. Thus, with numerous fallback plans, Chu Yi simply needed to strategize for his own maximum benefit.

"However," Avril composed herself, a beautiful smile gracing her lips, "fortunately, I managed to keep a Life Fragment."

She produced a shard of colored glass, about the size of a pigeon's egg, which had been refined from the Golden Tree. This proved Albert had been telling the truth when he said the Furnace of Life was incomplete. She had secretly used her Fairy Tale Secret Realm to erode the Golden Tree, maintaining control over the Life Mark within it all along. This mark was equivalent to the residual Mighty Power of a Life Sequence.

Chu Yi glanced at it. This Avril isn't simple at all, he thought. Everyone has their own little schemes. Even if he hadn't presented the Furnace of Life, she would have been able to control the entire situation.

"This power is enough to bring Sister back."

Avril collected the mark and, summoned by her card, they both exited the protracted King's game.

「...」

「White Tower.」

The Alien Race leaders were stunned. In the end, an eerie creature had snatched the Furnace of Life—such a dramatic turn of events was too much. The nine-headed woman and the "Master" she had mentioned put the Alien Race leaders on high alert. This "Master" was very likely the "King" from the depths of the Nether River. This session of the King's game had only been held on the periphery of the Nether River, which hinted at how deep its waters truly ran. Of course, this Divine War had seen participation from all corners of the Dark World; the White Tower was merely responsible for one segment of it.

Just then, the sky grew dim. Clouds surged, and the vast, starry expanse seemed to descend, forming a white jade staircase that led to the highest point of the heavens. At the foot of this staircase, a group of figures appeared.

When Chu Yi stepped out, a crowd of Blood Race members surrounded him. They had clearly been waiting for a long time, all wearing expressions of relief, as if they had narrowly escaped a catastrophe. They were celebrating their survival in the terrifying Divine War game.

"We won?" Count Magister asked, stunned. As he stepped onto the staircase, he saw that below it were various groups of Alien Races and other factions, all gathered to witness the winner of the game.

"Chu Yi." Lias, stunning in her Rose Skirt, spotted Chu Yi emerging. When she saw the tall Dragon Maiden in his arms, she froze for a moment, her gaze turning slightly suspicious as she looked at him. But the next moment, unable to suppress her elation, she threw herself into Chu Yi's embrace.

The six-tailed young fox on her fragrant shoulder yipped, leaping onto Chu Yi's shoulder and licking his cheek.

Bika: Master, you have to take me next time! (sticks out tongue)

"Alright, I'm fine." Chu Yi smiled. In terms of gains, he was the true winner of this game. He had not only harvested the core materials for the Soul-Calling Banner, upgrading it to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but had also acquired the Nether Secret Realm, experiencing the joy of 'cultivating' it. Furthermore, he had helped the Bone Demon advance to the Human King Body and obtained the Furnace of Life. As for diplomatic relations, those too had been handled well. With Avril's trust, he now had a foothold in this Dark World.

Soon, Chu Yi sensed something. He looked in a particular direction. On another staircase, several dozen meters away, stood a cold, stern-looking man whose eyes, filled with killing intent, were fixed on him with a chilling gaze.

「Albert.」

As the Golden Child of the Wolf Race Holy Land, he possessed an innate gift that made him immune to death.

"Blood Meal," Albert gritted his teeth. He stood alone on this isolated section of the staircase; it was otherwise empty. All his subordinates, including his Personal Guards, had been killed by this vile Blood Meal. Even his Blood God Blade had been snatched away before everyone's eyes and now resided in this Blood Meal's hand, completely unresponsive to him. To this day, he still couldn't believe how this Blood Meal had managed to seize his Blood God Blade, a weapon nourished with his own blood.

What infuriated him even more was that, before his death, he hadn't even had a chance to fight back. He'd been killed as easily as chopping vegetables, without a chance to unleash his Wolf Soul's ultimate skill, the multiple overlaps of his domain, or the full power of his bloodline. What made it even harder to bear were the gazes from the countless Alien Race members down below. Contempt, ridicule, pity… When the once high and mighty Golden Child was dragged down from the Divine Altar, the lower-ranking Alien Races felt an indescribable sense of perverse satisfaction. It was akin to the profound joy some find in witnessing the misfortune of others—a veritable highlight of life.

"Die! You must die!" Albert snorted coldly, glaring at Chu Yi across from him, his eyes burning with the desire to devour his flesh and blood. If he didn't wash away this humiliation, what would become of his dignity as the Golden Child? His status would be impossible to maintain.

BOOM!

The White Bone Palace came to a halt.

Seated on a Skull Throne, Chen Xi, having finished humiliating the Moon Princess, directed her gaze toward a young man on the staircase.

The victory in the Divine War, the gods' supposed boons… they're nothing but a pile of scrap iron to Senior, she thought. After all, Senior subdued an entire Nether Secret Realm. He achieved his objectives in the Nether River. Speaking of which, Senior still doesn't know my true identity.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Chen Xi squinted, a playful arc gracing her pink lips. Beneath her skirt, her jade-like legs, snowy-white and smooth, intertwined like white pythons. A sudden interest sparked within her. What kind of delightful surprise would it be to subdue him, revealing herself as the Succubus Princess?

That feeling again…

In the palace, the Moon Princess's lips parted slightly, her breathing quickening. She didn't know why, but upon seeing this young man, that strange, tingling, peculiar sensation surged through her like a tide. She felt an overwhelming urge to pull him into her embrace and explore the mysteries of Cultivation together. She had always been as sharp and clear as ice and snow; this familiar sensation was one she recognized. Could it be…

A daring conjecture flooded her mind, especially recalling the nine-headed woman who had appeared at the end. Wasn't that her fiancé's slave beast?

The Moon Princess composed herself, her expression turning as cold as frost. Indeed, this human was problematic. She had to summon him and question him thoroughly.