The Ultimate Divine Class

"Grandmaster God Elephant Sect. Devouring Dragon!"

Lu Yuan launched his six-armed punch, his already robust arms bulging abruptly once more.

Black ripples piled and squeezed in front of him, eventually forming six punch imprints resembling black holes.

The imprints suddenly burst, transforming into six dark, tornado-like shockwaves sweeping in all directions.

"BOOM!"

The Physical Strength, compressed to its limit, exploded in the air, forming a terrifying Strangle Power like a flood dragon rampaging through the crowd.

It was as if six incredibly violent black elephant trunks were rampaging aimlessly.

The group of Elephantmen and Ancient Elephant God's creatures around Lu Yuan were shattered like straw, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"HISS—"

Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

The bloody orb pattern on his chest glowed, emitting a terrifying suction from every pore, drawing the Flesh and Blood Essence from the severed limbs at his feet and forming a huge blood whirlpool around him.

Lu Yuan's Spiritual Power was also busy, crushing one Elephantman heart after another and completely collecting the black light that spilled out from the hearts.

The Grandmaster blood orb in his body was constantly growing, and the experience bar on the [Elephant God. Ming King (Extraordinary)] panel was also slowly but steadily rising.

"CRACK, CRACK—"

Under the nourishment of the two energies, the numerous cracks on Lu Yuan's six arms quickly healed and closed.

Performing God Elephant Sect martial arts using Ming King, especially the Devouring Dragon which required extremely high muscle exertion techniques, was a great burden even for Lu Yuan's present three-headed six-armed physique.

But the effect was outstanding. With just one move, the enemies in a large area around Lu Yuan were cleared.

It seems that even if I use the Dharma of the Elephant God to perform it, the power would be about the same...

However, there were still many enemies.

Within only a few breaths, the cleared area around Lu Yuan was once again filled with countless Elephantmen and Ancient Elephant God's creatures.

Have all the creatures in the Secret Realm of the Elephant God been drawn to me? Lu Yuan wondered.

Lu Yuan was now nearly eleven meters tall, standing among a pile of monsters, truly a crane among chickens.

Precisely because of this, he could see the numerous monsters in all directions.

Under the shroud of black mist, their numbers seemed endless, and the weakest among them possessed S-rank strength.

Anyone else witnessing such a scene would probably feel their scalp tingle.

But for Lu Yuan, what he saw were endless crops of 'chives,' countless Experience Points.

"I love mowing games the most."

Lu Yuan sighed lightly, lifted his six arms, launched a series of dense black ripples, and smashed several of the nearest Ancient Elephant God's creatures to pieces as easily as crushing tofu.

The blood whirlpool around his body seemed to grow larger, and the red orb pattern on his chest continued to expand.

"Resources! These are all the best resources to nourish my strength's growth!"

Lu Yuan took a fierce step forward like a raging elephant stomping the ground, plowing his way through, smashing and flinging countless creatures that stood in his way.

An unfortunate four-armed Elephantman was caught in his path, crashing heavily into a huge Stone Pestle.

Lu Yuan didn't even bother changing directions and, with a BOOM, directly smashed into it.

"BOOM!"

The hundreds-of-meters-high Stone Pestle was directly blasted apart by his violent and domineering brute force.

Lu Yuan emerged from the other side of the collapsed Stone Pestle, carrying the shattered remains of the Elephantman, as several large black rocks tumbled down in front of him.

While digging out and crushing the heart from the remains in his hands, he blew away the dust on the stones at his feet.

The stone paintings on the rocks came into his view—

It was a scene of a three-headed, six-armed Elephantman being besieged by countless four-armed Elephantmen and fierce beasts.

In the distance was a Black Mountain, on which stood another three-headed, six-armed Elephantman, looking down indifferently.

"ROAR!"

A colossal Ancient Elephant God's creature, with the body of a tiger and the head of an elephant, charged Lu Yuan, enveloped in a terrifyingly bloody wind, roaring like a thunderous black cloud.

Just as it was about to pounce on Lu Yuan, its upper and lower jaws were firmly clamped by his upper two arms, while his other four arms seized its limbs, immobilizing it.

Lu Yuan, however, was still staring at the stone paintings at his feet, his eyes glinting slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

It seems... this is the destined path to ascend Demon Mountain and be crowned king. The old king needs the new king's blood to solidify his throne. The new king, in turn, must completely overthrow the old king's rule to be successfully crowned... Every generation of Elephantman King... it's always been like this.

Lu Yuan sighed softly.

He muttered, "Understood."

"RRRIP—"

His six arms exerted force simultaneously, the muscles on his Ming King's body undulating like mountain ranges.

The Ancient Elephant God's creature held in his grasp, already at the SSS-level of power, was directly torn into six pieces.

Foul blood and flesh rained down on Lu Yuan like a shower.

It was then absorbed by his pores, making the blood orb pattern on his chest even more bewitching.

The thick, bloody scent in the air stimulated the Elephant God's creatures to become even more frenzied, along with the Elephantmen awakening from their slumber.

They were like a band of fearless guards driven by some unseen will, desperately trying to wear down Lu Yuan's strength and resolve as much as possible.

Lu Yuan stretched out his six arms, his central head looking up to the sky, serene.

The two heads on either side, however, had their eyes lowered, their expressions ferocious as demons.

He whispered, "Come then... Offer your flesh and blood, your corpses, and pave my path to the summit of Demon Mountain."

"BOOM!"

The next second, Lu Yuan's figure was swallowed by countless ferocious silhouettes and a tsunami-like wave of Evil Energy...

"SQUELCH—SQUELCH—"

Lu Yuan was walking in a humid marsh, his feet wading through mud.

His head hung low, like a lost soul wandering aimlessly in a desolate land.

At a certain moment, he suddenly came to his senses.

He realized with horror that his feet were treading on incredibly viscous blood plasma.

Within the plasma, countless corpses bobbed and drifted.

Looking up abruptly, he found himself surrounded by a sea of red.

This was no marsh; it was clearly a boundless and terrifying sea of blood.

Before he could react, a small black spire abruptly emerged from the sea of blood before him.

The spire rose quickly, and in just a few breaths, it transformed into an immeasurably majestic Black Mountain.

The Black Mountain stood silently upon the sea of blood, as if suppressing its tumultuous waves.

Amidst the floating corpses, countless tendrils of blood steamed and swirled around the Black Mountain.

Soon, a massive, ferocious, and terrifying head was outlined atop the mountain.

The head resembled an elephant's, but its mouth was filled with octopus-like tentacles. Its single eye in the center of its forehead opened, transforming into a blood moon in the dark sky.

It watched Lu Yuan coldly, malevolently, and indifferently.

Transfixed by that single eye, Lu Yuan felt his mind reel, his body moving unconsciously towards the distant Black Mountain.

As he trekked through the sea of blood, ancient syllables echoed repeatedly in his ears.

"Kill... Kill everything... Kill..."

He had forgotten how he had arrived here, forgotten even who he was.

His mind seemed to retain only the desire to kill and the impulse to rush towards that Black Mountain.

Unbeknownst to him, the sea of blood around him gradually rose, covering his body.

He remained oblivious, only pressing forward.

Just as the sea of blood was about to completely engulf him, suddenly...

A crow's caw startled him from the chaos.

"WHOOSH—"

Lu Yuan jolted awake. He struggled to rise from the sea of blood, looking in the direction of the caw.

He then saw, not far from the sea of blood, a black river—the Netherworld River—flowing silently by.

Other Shore Flowers swayed gently on its banks, and a bright, clear moon hung high above it.

Under the moon, a woman in a black skirt, a crow perched on her shoulder, was quietly watching him.

The instant their eyes met, all the strange phenomena—the sea of blood, the Black Mountain, the Netherworld River—everything receded from him...

"GASP—"

Lu Yuan panted heavily.

It was as if he had awakened from a terrible nightmare, or like a drowning person suddenly breaking the surface for air.

"RIP—"

With an unconscious movement of his hand, a large cloud of blood mist dispersed before his eyes, and something shrieked mournfully as it fell.

Lu Yuan forced his eyes open.

Memories flowed back rapidly, like a rushing stream.

Before him lay a battlefield resembling an Asura's hell.

The ground was littered with corpses—those of the Evil God's creatures, of Elephantmen... piled densely.

They almost covered the entire black plain visible to his naked eye.

Not a single standing opponent remained before him; the Elephantmen and the monstrous beasts of the Evil God, drawn by some curse, had all been slaughtered by him.

Hundreds? Thousands?

Lu Yuan had no idea of the total number of corpses.

When did I fall into that dream of the Sea of Blood and Demon Mountain? he wondered. Why do these visions keep flashing during my battles?

Lu Yuan's gaze gradually grew heavy.

Looking back on the dream, although I don't know what would have happened if I'd been completely engulfed by the sea of blood, I estimate it wouldn't have been anything good. At the last moment, it seems the Crow God's will pulled me back, waking me up just in time.

Was it because I killed too much? Did I get tainted by the remnant Elephant God's Will in this Secret Realm, leading to a state similar to demonic possession?

No, it's not that simple, Lu Yuan mused.

He looked around, again and again, at the corpses of flesh and blood on the ground, while the vision of the boundless sea of blood from his dream kept replaying in his mind.

At a certain moment, Lu Yuan suddenly felt—

This scene before him was astonishingly similar to the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony described in some Evil God Sects, and he... he was the one performing it.

The Eternal Cracking Black Soil... paints every pebble of Demon Mountain with fresh blood...

Lu Yuan silently repeated the aphorism he had learned when he first encountered the Elephant God Religion, then looked at his current self.

His Ming King's body had unknowingly swelled to nearly fifteen meters in height.

The blood and flesh of the Ancient Elephant God's creatures that had died at his hands seemed to have thoroughly permeated his own skin and flesh.

Deep crimson lines had emerged, tracing the texture of his skin and muscles.

I look nothing like ordinary Elephantmen now. Am I... a freak among the Elephantmen?!

"No!"

Lu Yuan swung his arm. His imposing, dark body, surrounded by surging blood, was like a Black Mountain standing in a sea of blood.

Perhaps this is the true Ming King's body!

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, information about the Elephant God Religion flashing through his mind.

He felt that he might have misunderstood the Power of the Elephant God from the very beginning.

He had thought the Power of the Elephant God represented the boundless might inherited from Demon Mountain, but now it seemed...

Perhaps it was more than that.

The Demon Mountain stands amidst a boundless sea of blood...

Beneath sheer Physical Strength lies the most primitive... Instinct to Kill.

Lu Yuan silently lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the thick black fog, projecting towards the depths of the black plain.

The scarlet pillar of light that had originally surged there had vanished, but Lu Yuan could still sense that scarlet aura.

And it was clearer than before.

That aura... it was so similar to the Sea of Blood and Demon Mountain he had seen in his dreams.