Chapter 984: Chapter 465: Parasitic Empress!
White Night Demon Cage.
A forest made purely of white steles.
The campfire burned brightly.
The swordswoman was roasting meat.
Xu Xingke sat across from her, not smoking, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
âFeeling uneasy?â
The swordswoman asked.
âWeâve fought until now, yet we havenât encountered the will of this ultimate creation, nor have we seen the dreadful horrors it commands.â Xu Xingke said.
âIndeed, the legendary White Night Demon Cage is said to possess countless methods and command a variety of gods and demonsâI thought I might die here fighting.â The swordswoman replied.
âBut all weâve faced are mediocre opponents, and not even the White Night Spirit King has made an appearance.â Xu Xingke said regretfully.
Suddenly.
A streak of shadow descended from the sky.
It was a human-bodied, eagle-headed monster, urgently speaking:
âWeâve found the lair of the White Night Spirit King!â
Xu Xingke and the swordswoman rose simultaneously, asking in unison:âWhere is it?â
âFollow me!â
âWaitâeveryone, move out!â
Xu Xingke released dozens of cards, allowing them to transform into living beings, and together they soared into the sky.
The strong ones traveled thousands of miles and arrived before a grand white palace.
The palace.
Empty.
Utterly silent.
In the square before the palace lay a grave.
âToo quiet⊠but whatâs with the grave?â
The swordswoman questioned.
âCould it be the White Night Spirit Kingâs morbid sense of humor, burying his enemies here to have them trampled by all?â the eagle-headed monster suggested.
Xu Xingke waved his hand:
âSearch!â
The strong ones immediately divided into their respective combat groups, heading in different directions to explore the white palace.
Xu Xingke remained in the square, quietly waiting.
Half an hour later.
The people returned to the square.
âWeâve searched thoroughly. Thereâs not a single person inside the palace, nor any traces of techniquesâitâs essentially a dead zone.â the eagle-headed monster remarked.
Xu Xingke frowned deeply.
Something was off.
Whatâs going on, why isnât the White Night Spirit King here?
His gaze shifted back to the grave.
âSwordswoman, cut open the grave.â
âAlright.â
The swordâs shadow roared like a savage wind, blowing away the ground to reveal the coffin beneath.
Xu Xingke leapt down and kicked open the coffin lid.
Inside the coffin lay a massive skeleton radiating pale light.
The skeletonâs physique was twisted, its limbs positioned as if struggling.
âIt seemed to have died in extreme agony.
Atop its head, a faint glow gathered, forming a Crown of Light.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
âLook, itâs the Crown of Light!â
The swordswoman exclaimed.
âI see it.â Xu Xingke said gravely.
The Crown of Lightâ
According to legend, the master of the White Night Demon Cage, the White Night Spirit King, wore a crown formed of condensed radiance.
Could this skeleton be the White Night Spirit King?
âGrave Digger, examine it.â
Xu Xingke instructed.
A gray-skinned, long-haired man jumped down and grabbed a bone, inspecting it closely.
âItâs been dead for a very, very long timeâat least a billion years.â
The Grave Digger stated.
A long and eerie silence followed.
The White Night Spirit King was dead.
âThe master of this White Night Demon Cage had already been dead for billions of years.
Then.
Who was impersonating the White Night Spirit King?
Rumbleâ
The ground split open on both sides.
A long secret passage appeared behind the coffin.
It resembled a gaping, sinister mouth, eager to devour anyone daring to seek its secrets.
âInteresting⊠even the White Night Spirit King is deadâŠâ
âWho could it be?â
Xu Xingke murmured, stepping toward the passage.
But he stopped just before entering.
A book materialized before him, opening automatically.
Xu Xingke hesitated momentarily and drew a card, placing it into the air.
âWhat are you doing?â
The swordswoman asked.
Xu Xingke replied: âThis passage gives me an uneasy feeling⊠before entering, Iâm sending back one card I no longer need.â
âHopefully things go smoothly on their side.â
He gently tapped the card.
The card instantly vanished.
âŠ
Death Planet.
Late night.
Shen Ye lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He couldnât sleep.
Certainly, he had just arrived at this civilization and had much intelligence to explore.
Moreover, there were many things he didnât understand at all.
All of which required time.
Once the three days of âstaticâ ended, heâd be free to act.
Yetâ
Something felt off.
Those people.
Why did they want to kill him?
If they believed that a Law Realm 15th Layer like him was easy to eliminate, why didnât they send more powerful individuals after failing?
There had been three attempts, and none involved anyone at the Truth level.
But each time, they seemed utterly confident they could kill him.
âWasnât this overly self-assured?
Blind confidence.
Do assassins really get to fail three times in a row?
But he still couldnât figure out what the issue was.
Tch.
This unsettling feeling left him entirely uneasy.
âHe didnât even dare to sleep.
In the darkness.
Shen Ye suddenly opened his eyes wide, then quickly relaxed.
A fly had somehow entered the room, buzzing noisily nearby.
Once again, he tried to determine what exactly felt wrong.
Could it possiblyâŠ
Be related to the three-day static period?
During these three days, leaving the house was strictly forbidden.
Perhaps these assassination attempts were pre-planned trials?
Logically speaking, there were numerous people whoâd lost their memories and were required to remain static for three days upon receiving their identities.
If there were indeed some arrangement in place, it couldnât be kept secret.
His father would have informed him in advance.
Yet his father seemed entirely unaware.
Shen Ye idly watched two flies buzzing around the room.
After a few moments.
The two insects became three.
Four.
Five.
Shen Yeâs physique moved with grace, adhering lightly to the ceiling as he peered outside.