Chapter 469 – Breath of Evil. The Wind-Eating Demon Mech Legacy!

The first ritual of communicating with the demon god is extremely important for the Spirit Devourer Clan.

The quality of the Forging Blueprint obtained during the first ritual signifies the future potential of a member of the Spirit Devourer Clan.

Therefore, every member of the clan takes it very seriously.

The quality of the Demon God Mech Forging Blueprint obtained is related not only to the individual’s Talent but also to the “sacrificial offering” prepared for the ritual, and… luck plays a significant role as well.

Lu Yuan learned from Anders’s memories that, as a member of the Royal Clan within the Spirit Devourer Clan, Anders’s maternal family prepared a full hundred thousand different types of precious materials for his first ritual.

Anders himself had excellent Talent, which allowed him to connect directly with the so-called “Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God” during his first ritual, obtaining the Type I Forging Blueprint of the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech.

Even within the Spirit Devourer Clan, the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God is considered one of the top five most powerful demon gods recorded.

Naturally, the Forging Blueprint stage of the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech is extremely high.

This was also the main reason why, when Anders’s lineage was exterminated by rebel forces, the powerhouses within the clan exhausted their Strength to help him escape.

Having received recognition and Legacy from the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God, Anders had limitless potential and was one of the seeds likely to suppress the rebellion one day and restore the glory of his lineage.

Unfortunately, Anders had just escaped not long before he “died” at the hands of Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan inherited almost everything from Anders.

This naturally included the memory of the Type I Forging Blueprint for the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech.

This was also why Lu Yuan was not too concerned about this extremely important ritual-

Regardless of the ritual’s outcome, he had the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech Forging Blueprint as a fallback.

Lu Yuan was now preparing to start the ritual… Besides curiosity to experience the specific process, he wanted to see if he could first obtain a lower-tier Demon God Mech Blueprint to use.

Indeed.

The Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech is powerful, ranking among the top five in the history of the entire Spirit Devourer Clan.

However, precisely because the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech is so formidable and advanced, even though Lu Yuan possesses the blueprint, he cannot forge it at his current stage.

The blueprint contains a vast sea of information about forging techniques, strength requirements, and material specifications that makes Lu Yuan’s head spin.

Just understanding this blueprint is an enormous project.

Anders had favorable conditions, as a seed candidate of the Spirit Devourer Clan, backed by his maternal family, a dominant force in the cosmos, with resources at his disposal that far exceeded Lu Yuan’s by billions.

Even so, despite early entry into the Star Lord Realm, he only managed to craft a prototype of the Type I Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech.

During his escape, it was damaged, and with the remaining materials, he could barely patch up a usable hand.

That lone mech hand was left in the ancestral land secret realm and wasn’t brought over.

Now, with Lu Yuan being “as poor as dirt,” even if he emptied all his resources, he couldn’t even forge a fingernail of the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech.

So his plan is-

To create a lower-quality, more feasible blueprint first, to use temporarily, and once the conditions are right in the future, upgrade to a better one.

“A mech linked to a demon god, even the lowest quality, is probably beyond most mech models I can currently access…”

Lu Yuan can already undergo transformation into a Mecha form, and with an additional layer of the Demon God Mech…

Mecha equipped with Mech.

Oh wow…

He dared not imagine how powerful his combat power would become.

“It should support me all the way through cultivation to the Star Lord Realm without any issues…”

Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Of course, this assumes the upcoming ritual goes smoothly.

Lu Yuan did a final check on the materials he prepared for the ritual.

A total of forty-nine different metals.

Bismuth iron, bismuth silver, bismuth gold, Ram Silver… and then a jumble of assorted different metals.

A portion of these materials came from a box of rare metals Lu Yuan previously acquired from the warehouse of Xiao’s Mining Company.

The rest were extracted and refined from the three Mechas he has devoured so far, including the Blue Falcon Type 4 and two others.

Although these materials were items he “consumed” and then “regurgitated,” using them as a sacrificial offering to the demon gods might seem inappropriate.

But Lu Yuan felt his sincerity was genuine enough.

Besides, what if there’s a demon god out there who particularly favors this sort of thing?

Who can really say what a demon god’s tastes are, right?

After checking the sacrificial offerings, Lu Yuan raised his right hand and gently placed it on the floor before him.

His fingertips opened up with small slits, allowing his blood to flow freely.

With a calm expression, Lu Yuan used his finger as a pen and his blood as ink, swiftly drawing a mysterious and eerie design on the floor.

When he completed the final stroke of the design, he spat out a black-red clot of blood, a fragment separated from his core essence.

This piece of blood and flesh fell perfectly in the center of the design, at the very heart of all the sacrificial materials.

At this stage of the ritual, everything was nearly done, leaving only the last step.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and allowed his mental power to slowly radiate outward.

Simultaneously, he silently recited in his mind:

“With your robe, your blood, your flesh, your soul…”

Both the ritual and the accompanying invocation stemmed from the content transmitted when he unlocked the [Type I Demon God Mech] from his professional panel.

Anders’s memories also contained the specific steps of the ritual, but his version is far more intricate and complex.

Lu Yuan’s version was the ultimate simplified approach.

The key was to convey the correct intention.

As the ritual progressed, Lu Yuan observed the blood-drawn design on the floor begin to glow.

The not-yet-solidified blood seemed to come alive, writhing on the floor like slender, blood-red worms.

Strands of an eerie black aura emerged from the blood clot at the center of the design, gradually dissipating and winding around each of the forty-nine metal pieces arranged within the design.

These forty-nine metal pieces, varying in size, color, and texture, were lifted by an invisible force and began to float silently into the air.

Enveloped by the black aura, they started to slowly spin.

Just as Lu Yuan was marveling at the eerie wonders before him, suddenly…

His consciousness trembled slightly.

In an instant, Lu Yuan incredibly clearly sensed that…

At that moment…

It seemed he had connected with something!

An indescribable gaze from an unknown entity lurking in the vast void was cast upon him.

It appeared to be scrutinizing Lu Yuan and the sacrificial offerings before him.

The process was swift.

In less than even a second, the gaze of the unknown entity withdrew.

“Did it fail?” Lu Yuan wondered silently to himself.

Yet just then, a new, indescribable unknown presence emerged.

It also cast its “gaze” downward.

For reasons he couldn’t clearly define, Lu Yuan somehow felt that this new presence now focusing on him had a slightly weaker aura than the previous one.

But shortly after, this less powerful presence also retracted its “gaze.”

Then, another followed suit without missing a beat.

Lu Yuan sensed a procession of different unknown entities appearing before him, each giving a cursory glance, then moving on to the next.

For a moment, Lu Yuan felt like a street vendor on the roadside.

Passersby would glance at his wares, only to quickly lose interest and walk on.

“If I had anticipated this, I would’ve prepared more sacrificial offerings, held out for better ones…”

Lu Yuan sighed inwardly, feeling a twinge of regret.

But regretting now served no purpose.

Once the ritual commenced, it couldn’t be interrupted; otherwise, there wouldn’t be another opportunity to communicate.

Now he could only hope for a “careless” Demon God to take a liking to this pile of “junk” before him and casually throw him a gleaming Mech blueprint.

Time ticked by.

One unknown presence after another “walked” past Lu Yuan, yet none were willing to linger even a second longer.

All Lu Yuan could do was wait patiently.

And then, after an indeterminate amount of time… finally…

One of the weakest presences Lu Yuan had sensed so far lingered.

The “gaze” from this entity gave Lu Yuan an impression of cunning and craftiness.

It “sniffed” at Lu Yuan and the sacrificial offerings before him, and then a consciousness descended upon him.

“Success?!”

Feeling this consciousness, Lu Yuan’s spirits lifted instantly.

With a Demon God willing to accept his offering, the ritual could be considered a success.

After the consciousness descended, a white light spot appeared in Lu Yuan’s mind and began to drift towards him slowly.

Seeing the color of the light spot, Lu Yuan’s excitement suddenly halted.

“A white one?”

From Anders’s memories, Lu Yuan knew that the color of this light spot represented the stage of the Demon God Mech blueprint he was about to receive.

White was the lowest quality.

Then came green, blue, red, and purple…

When Anders had obtained the blueprint for the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech, it was an exceptionally rare black-gold color, beyond purple!

Lu Yuan had hoped for at least a blue-colored Demon God Mech blueprint.

At worst, he would have settled for a green one.

Never did he expect to receive a white one, the lowest grade.

“A white-quality Demon God Mech blueprint… it better not end up being weaker than a tenth-level star spirit realm Mecha when I finish gathering materials and forging it…”

Lu Yuan considered refusing, but given the paltry nature of his sacrifice, in good consciousness.

After waiting so long and finally attracting some interest, he worried that rejecting this offer might leave him with nothing at all.

After much hesitation, Lu Yuan finally gritted his teeth and decided to accept it.

Next, he only needed to use his mental power to accept the white light spot’s legacy, and this communication ritual would be complete.

Just as Lu Yuan was about to touch the white light spot, suddenly…

The [Spirit Devouring. God and Demon Species (Transcendent Mythical)] professional panel in his mind began to spin rapidly.

The polyhedron representing the Transcendent Mythical professional panel spun quickly, with one face after another flashing before Lu Yuan’s eyes.

As he stood there in astonishment, the spinning polyhedron abruptly stopped.

The panel settled on a face adorned with the image of a feathered serpent deity.

“Buzz-“

The feathered serpent deity pattern on the gray face suddenly began to glow.

Immediately, a notification popped up in front of Lu Yuan-

“Congratulations! You have unlocked a new profession panel-Wind Tamer (Legendary Level)!”

Breath of Gale, representing the legendary level professional panel of the Power of the Feathered Serpent Deity.

It had been unlocked.

But why did it have to unlock at this particular moment?

Lu Yuan felt a sense of bewilderment.

Just a second after the panel unlocked, suddenly…

“Boom!”

In the quiet room, a fierce wind erupted out of nowhere, as pitch-black winds were conjured up, enveloping everything.

Lu Yuan’s mind was rattled as he sensed the abrupt arrival of an unbelievably powerful and malevolent presence.

This unknown Demon God was the most formidable entity Lu Yuan had encountered since the beginning of the ritual, without comparison.

As its aura descended, the dark winds that arose from nowhere swiftly devoured all the sacrificial offerings before Lu Yuan.

The previously waiting entity, ready to form a covenant with Lu Yuan, disappeared in an instant, in a panic that was a hundred times more frantic than a rat seeing a cat.

“Boom!”

A vast light sphere, radiating with a brilliant, fiery red-glass glow, forced its way into Lu Yuan’s consciousness.

Then it swiftly fused into his awareness…

“Whoosh-“

A cool breeze blew in through the window, lifting the white curtains, while the moon shadow danced.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face etched with surprise and astonishment.

Lu Yuan had no idea what had just transpired.

By the time he regained his senses, the ritual was over.

All the sacrificial offerings before him had vanished, and the ritual diagram was gone too.

The room was clean and tidy, as if it had just been meticulously swept, leaving only a faint trace of mysterious and malevolent energy in the air, indicating that something had just been there.

“Did I just hit the jackpot?!”

Lu Yuan muttered to himself, blinking as he examined his surroundings.

At this moment, besides successfully unlocking a legendary level [Wind Tamer (Legendary)] professional panel, Lu Yuan found an array of fresh knowledge in his mind.

Carefully examining the contents of this information, he softly murmured the name of the legacy.

“[Breath of Evil: Wind-Eating Demon] Type I Demon God Mech Forging Blueprint…”

Red quality!

…

Wolf was dragged out of the dim cell like a dead dog.

He was pulled through a dark, endless corridor, as blinding sunlight poured down from above.

Barely lifting his head, Wolf struggled to pry open his eyelids, crusted over with dried blood, greedily gazing at the long-missed sun whose warmth touched him ever so slightly.

Unfortunately, before he could savor it for long, he was tossed into a small spaceship as if he were trash.

The spaceship took off, swiftly heading towards the glaringly bright sky.

Two days and nights of torment had not only taught Wolf what it truly felt like to wish for death, but also drained every ounce of his strength.

Now, as he lay prostrate on the cold deck of the spaceship, even moving his little finger felt like a monumental task.