Chapter 384 – Breath of Gale, Incomplete Legendary Level

Lu Yuan put forth all his strength.

Within his Ming King’s Body, the high-frequency vibrating muscles pulsated like mountains, and the Flesh Flowers bloomed abundantly.

In a daze, Lu Yuan felt as though he was about to break through some barrier, grasping an invisible thread.

The immortal demon mountain blessed his body, and from the void, an unprecedented Strength descended.

“Buzz-“

The grey-white giant axe emitted a strange humming sound.

The blood-red axe light sparked by the blade’s edge unexpectedly gained a pure black glow.

The two lights merged, instantly piercing through the layers of distance and swiftly passing through the body of the Holy Envoy of All Deities, who was loudly chanting and forming seals.

“Uh…”

In an instant, the voice of the Holy Envoy stopped abruptly, and his hand movements froze.

He looked up, his gaze steady as he stared at Lu Yuan, his grotesque face filled with shock and disbelief.

The next second.

Web-like black cracks appeared on the diagonally upward part of his chest, and then, like shattered porcelain, it rapidly shattered.

Lu Yuan raised his hand, and an invisible force gathered, pulling the dimming black crystal ball from mid-air into his grasp.

Lu Yuan casually examined the black crystal ball in his hand, his eyes shining with an odd light, still pondering the sensation of the axe strike he had just made.

“Miracle Domain…”

Lu Yuan was certain he had once again touched the “Miracle Domain.”

It was the mysterious power of the “Miracle Domain” that allowed that axe to cleanly and decisively eliminate the Holy Envoy of All Deities.

The porcelain-like cracking effect on the body of the Holy Envoy was also due to the influence of the “Miracle Domain.”

“Each touch takes me deeper into this domain, and it feels like it won’t be long before I can fully enter it…”

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Having dealt with the Holy Envoy of All Deities, he casually looked up and spotted a figure swiftly fleeing towards the distance.

A glint flashed in Lu Yuan’s eyes, and a powerful surge of Strength erupted, causing the ground beneath his feet to explosively collapse and burst open, his massive form suddenly soaring.

“Almost forgot… there’s another one.”

“Whoosh-“

The Eleventh Throne was enveloped in a thick radiance, skimming over the top of the primeval jungle like a Meteor.

His gaze was intense, his expression moved and solemn, his entire being like a startled bird, swiftly fleeing forward.

“Beep beep-“

A luxurious watch adorned with tiny diamonds on the wrist of the Eleventh Throne emitted a series of alert tones.

He looked up at the sound and saw a faint white light appearing in his field of vision, heading towards him.

It was the shuttle coming to his aid.

Seeing the shadow of the shuttle, the Eleventh Throne’s eyes relaxed slightly.

However, just then.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion erupted suddenly beneath him, like a volcano erupting, sending a terrifying aura skyrocketing, and a large shadow quickly rising, obscuring the daylight and instantly covering the figure of the Eleventh Throne…

“Damn!”

The face beneath the platinum mask of the Eleventh Throne instantly turned pale.

With almost no hesitation, a brilliant light burst around him, and a rich surge of blood energy swelled from under his skin.

As this blood energy surged, his whole body explosively expanded.

His speed surged dramatically, propelling him forward rapidly.

But as fast as he was, something was faster.

In the instant the shadow rose, a streak of axe light hung from the sky.

Effortlessly slicing through the multiple layers of light around the Eleventh Throne like cutting through brittle paper.

“Boom!”

The Eleventh Throne, as if struck by lightning, had his platinum mask fall off, and blood spurted from his mouth.

His expression terrified, just as he thought to use this force to run again, several huge palms covered him like dark clouds.

“Crack crack crack-“

Several large hands crushed the last thin layer of protective energy on the surface of the Eleventh Throne, their terrifying strength causing the bones in his body to crackle chaotically.

The Eleventh Throne felt as if he were a balloon about to burst, an irresistible force squeezing the murky blood in his chest, surging upwards so violently that he nearly passed out.

Soon, he sensed an icy gaze falling on his face.

Struggling to open his eyes, he met a pair of cold eyes swirling like blood-red lotuses.

The owner of those eyes, standing with his back to the sun and overlooking from above, stared at the Eleventh Throne.

“I’ve long admired the Mosa Sect and am in need of an introduction… Why are you leaving so quickly? Could it be…”

His voice paused, then suddenly, he smiled broadly, revealing a set of stark white, neatly aligned teeth, and said softly, “You’re not afraid I might devour you, are you?”

The Eleventh Throne was utterly immobilized, overwhelmed by the fierce and domineering aura that was as crushing as a mountainous wave, his entire body tensed up, his eyes widened, and he couldn’t utter a single word, only managing an “Uh, uh, uh.”

…

“Shhh-“

The heavy machinery doors slowly opened to the sides.

Behind the door, three figures stood.

The one in the lead wore a military uniform, his temples slightly graying, exuding an aura of calm authority without anger, every move demonstrating the demeanor of a high-ranking leader.

The other two appeared to be his personal guards, following closely behind him, their faces expressionless.

The man in military uniform and his entourage emerged from behind the door, and were immediately met by someone who hurried forward, bowing respectfully and addressing him as “General.”

The latter nodded slightly, hands clasped behind his back, and walked forward at an even pace.

“Lord Torr has been informed of your visit and has been waiting for you in the cultivation room.”

“Mm.”

The man in military uniform hummed softly, then as if remembering something, he spoke lightly, “The matter that brings me here today-act as if you know nothing about it. Do not mention it to anyone…”

The receptionist momentarily paused, then quickly understood, nodding respectfully.

“Yes.”

The group continued along the passageway, heading deeper underground.

It was unclear how many meters they descended.

Eventually, they stopped before a massive black iron door adorned with various intricate patterns.

The contact reached into a hidden niche on the left side of the black iron door and operated something. Soon, the black iron door thunderously opened.

Blinding daylight streamed out from within the door, hard to believe it was hundreds of meters underground.

A breeze, carrying an inexplicable numbing power, blew out from the door, slightly lifting the hair tips of the few standing in front of it.

The eyes of the man in military uniform leading them flickered imperceptibly.

“Lord Torr is inside.”

The contact respectfully gestured inward with an inviting hand, “General, please enter.”

The man in military uniform nodded expressionlessly and dropped a command: “Do not let anyone disturb us.”

“Yes.”

With that, the man in military uniform, followed by two guards, stepped through the door.

The black iron door slowly closed behind the three men.

Once inside, they immediately found themselves in a separate little world, quite spacious.

There was only one mountain, atop which stood an ancient, lavish palace.

Above the palace, purple thunder clouds rolled across the sky.

A narrow path led directly to the ancient palace at the top of the mountain.

The trio followed the path up the mountain and soon reached the top.

Before the grand and magnificent ancient palace stood a tall and majestic figure, standing silently with his back to them.

His entire body exuded a rich plasma, with lightning dancing over him.

His purple hair moved as if alive, without any wind, echoing the thunder clouds above him, resembling a thunder god from mythical legend, breathing thunder.

The Purple-haired man sensed their approach without turning around, and simply asked, “What brings you to me?”

The man in military uniform didn’t stop; he continued walking towards the Purple-haired man.

When he was only about a dozen meters away, a sinister, mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Alongside the two personal guards at his side, their eyes turned a pure, pitch black.

“Naturally… it’s a matter of great importance.”

“Boom!”

A sudden clap of thunder startled the receptionist standing in front of the black iron door “awake.”

By the time he regained his composure, he realized that the black iron door had already been opened from the inside.

A tall and imposing purple-haired man with an overwhelming presence slowly stepped out from behind the black iron door.

“Lord Torr!”

The receptionist, waiting at the door, hastily bowed and greeted him.

The purple-haired man nodded slightly, his expression indifferent as he walked outside.

As the door slowly closed, a look of confusion and bewilderment briefly crossed the receptionist’s face.

“Lord… the general and the others…”

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”

The purple-haired man’s voice sounded faint, “Go apply for a memory wipe later.”

“Yes, yes!”

Feeling the magnitude of matters he was not privy to from the man’s tone, the receptionist immediately nodded in earnest fear.

The purple-haired man left the secretive base unhindered.

Once he saw daylight again, he paused his steps.

His deep purple pupils, which seemed to weave thunder at all times, revealed a touch of mysterious black under the golden sunlight.

It was as if he was conversing with someone, or perhaps just talking to himself.

“After absorbing twenty more life forms like this, my strength should be able to return to the peak of the Star Spirit Realm…

Then I can leave this planet and seek a suitable planet will to devour, and my strength should recover quickly…”

“The identity of this life form is still viable; within the Distant Star Federation, it belongs to a top-tier combat power unit, which can facilitate many things for us…”

The purple-haired man glanced at a map-like light screen projected from his wrist and murmured, “I’ll first help you recover from your injuries, then gather materials to repair the spaceship, and try to reforge my Demon God weapon…”

Having said that, the purple-haired man’s body erupted in a massive surge of thunder plasma, transforming into a purple streak of lightning as he swiftly ascended into the sky, disappearing into the vast expanse in an instant.

Aboard the smoothly sailing shuttle.

The mask on the face of the Eleventh Throne of the Mosa Sect had been removed, revealing a ruggedly handsome face.

Paired with his lion’s mane-like golden hair and his robust, muscular physique, he exuded the formidable aura of a Born Dominator.

However, this lion-like Eleventh Throne seemed extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

Sitting on the edge of his seat, his buttocks barely touching it, his body was tensely poised.

“How should I address you?”

The Eleventh Throne asked cautiously, speaking to someone seated diagonally across on the sofa.

The person was a slender, handsome young man with center-parted white hair, exuding a calm and detached demeanor.

“My name is Cheng Peng.”

Lu Yuan replied casually, playing with a black crystal ball from the Pantheon in his hands.

“Nice name.”

The Eleventh Throne complimented, his eyes flickering slightly as he likely made a mental note to discreetly investigate Lu Yuan’s identity.

Lu Yuan seemed unfazed.

His identity in Xia State was cleaner than a blank sheet of paper, using a pseudonym, so it would be odd if he were traceable.

Lu Yuan studied the black crystal ball in his hands for a while, sensing that it had once contained various types of the power of the evil deity.

However, most of these powers had been depleted, leaving only one remaining.

The strength of the heart of the feathered serpent deity.

This power was immense and abundant.

Unable to find a better way to deal with it, Lu Yuan thought for a moment and decided to extract this power using the simplest and most brute method.

“Crack-“

The black crystal ball, its material not too hard, was easily crushed by Lu Yuan.

As the shattered black crystal fell from his fingers like pieces of ice, a surge of rich dark cyan brilliance immediately burst forth.

“Whoosh-“

In an instant, the entire shuttle’s cabin was engulfed by an endless hurricane.

This massive force of the Hurricane even affected the shuttle’s operation.

The previously smooth flight of the shuttle now violently shook, as if it could crash at any moment.

Unperturbed, Lu Yuan watched the deep cyan energy leaking from his hands like a flood, taking a deep breath.

“Hiss-“

Quickly, the chaotic winds filling the shuttle cabin, along with the deep cyan energy slithering like snakes, found their source.

They all converged towards Lu Yuan.

In a short amount of time, all the winds and deep cyan energy were absorbed by Lu Yuan.

This included even the air inside the shuttle cabin itself.

The entire cabin briefly fell into a vacuum state, prompting the intelligent ventilation system to speed up, continuously transmitting purified fresh air inside.

The Eleventh Throne, sitting by the side, had not moved throughout, but the shock in his eyes revealed the emotional turmoil he was experiencing.

The Holy Envoy’s casual control over different powers of the evil deity had already shocked him, breaking some of his preconceived notions.

Now, Lu Yuan’s domineering and aggressive method of absorbing the power of the evil deity was something he had never seen or heard of before.

[Congratulations, you have obtained a legendary level material (Incomplete) – Breath of Gale]

[Would you like to unlock a new professional panel?]

Two notifications popped up in front of Lu Yuan.

“Legendary level material… Breath of Gale…

But what does this (Incomplete) annotation mean?”

Lu Yuan couldn’t help but frown.

He was unsure if it was because the power of the “Breath of Gale” inherently contained within the heart of the feathered serpent deity was incomplete, or if it was because the Holy Envoy had previously consumed a part of it.

If it was the former, there wasn’t much to discuss.

If it was the latter, then the Holy Envoy truly deserved to be dragged out and whipped even after death.

After a flicker in his eyes, Lu Yuan made a decision.

“Forget it.”

He temporarily gave up on unlocking a new professional panel.

A fragmented legendary level material was highly unlikely to unlock a legendary level professional panel.

Possibly, even after completely absorbing and assimilating this “Breath of Gale” power, it would just stagnate at the pinnacle of the extraordinary level and progress no further.

Just like his current elephant deity panel.

It might be better to save it for now, wait to collect a third legendary level material, and see if a legendary level material with a (Incomplete) annotation could be recognized by the panel.

Lu Yuan pressed down on a mass of deep cyan energy, similar to a hurricane, inside his chest, storing it temporarily along with the Phoenix life essence and the Hundred-eyed Nether Crow Feather.

He then looked up and casually asked the Eleventh Throne sitting beside him.

“That so-called Pantheon power… do you know about it?”

Upon hearing Lu Yuan’s question, the Eleventh Throne’s muscular and sturdy body trembled slightly, quickly straightened up, and then he began to speak.