CHAPTER 599: CHAPTER 598: BITTER REALM

"Does this damn place even let people live!"

"Can’t they give us a moment to breathe!"

"Damn it, this so-called Divine World, if one day I could slaughter my way into it, I swear I’d spare no one!"

Zhou Fatty and the Flame Winged Dragon started howling right then, as if they were about to go on a killing spree at any moment.

Lin Guodong and his capable subordinates remained silent, and after a short while, Zhou Fatty and the Flame Winged Dragon also quieted down.

The tower became still, the air almost felt as if it had been sucked out.

It’s just too fast, way too fast.

The Divine World belongs to the Upper Plane, and for them to throw down Divine Artifacts to a lower plane is not an easy thing to do.

Yet, any weapon that the Divine World casually tosses down to the Upper Realm Plane is a treasured item.

What’s terrifying is that these weapons, falling from the Divine World to the Upper Realm Plane, don’t need a stable plane channel; they are just thrown randomly.

These Divine Artifacts that fall will surely be with the will of the Gods, to slay the people of Earth!

When that happens, the people of Earth will face an even more severe disaster crisis than before.

And those who get the Divine Artifacts, well, with enough guts, might dare to assault cities.

Right now, even if the people of Earth have weapons more powerful than Divine Artifacts, they’re no match for the endless beings of the Upper Realm Plane!

At this rate, there’s almost only one path left for the people of Earth.

Extinction!

Everyone has thought of this.

Just didn’t expect it to come so soon.

Silence, stillness.

Even the heartbeats could hardly be heard.

"What’s there to fear?"

Suddenly, Lin Hao stood up: "What’s so great about Divine Artifacts dropped by the Divine World? Wait until our weapons are further developed and upgraded, those Divine Artifacts will be nothing but trash in front of us! Then, we’ll sweep across the Upper Realm Plane and have them all bow down to us!"

"Sect Hierarch... this... there’s no sign of it, distant waters won’t quench immediate thirst, is that possible?" Lin Guodong was so anxious he was stomping his feet, as if the people of the Upper Realm Plane were already wielding Divine Artifacts from the Divine World coming to kill them.

"The best possibility you don’t believe, why believe the worst?" Lin Hao glared and smirked as he stood up: "Alright, stop moping around here, are you gonna just die wallowing here? Listen, from now on, according to the blueprints I provided, expedite the construction of the city! Also, I’m going out for a bit, to the outside world, just say I’m in seclusion."

"Going out? Where to?" Lin Guodong and the others were stunned, growing tense.

"Heh, Heavenly Descending Divine Artifact, how can I miss it?" Lin Hao laughed heartily: "I’m going to snatch a Divine Artifact!"

"I’m going too!"

Zhou Fatty got excited.

"I want to go too!" The Flame Winged Dragon also spread its wings and shouted loudly.

"No, you all stay." Lin Hao refused them right away: "I’ll go alone. I can rest easy if you are here. That’s settled. I won’t accept any objections."

Everyone was speechless but felt uneasy.

However, what Lin Hao decided was hard to change, and no one could do anything about it.

Besides, Lin Hao was a man of fast action; he talked the talk and walked the walk. That night, Lin Hao left toward the Bitter Realm.

The Bitter Realm, even within the Upper Realm Plane, was known as a harsh place, nearly unabitable, but those who could survive there were all formidable.

Moreover, the master of the Bitter Realm, the Great Emperor of Pain, was extremely protective and had carved out a name for himself in the Upper Realm Plane.

In the last life, Lin Hao also knew about the Bitter Realm, but he had never been there himself.

In this life, he finally had the chance.

As soon as he approached the Bitter Realm, Lin Hao had already seen many people heading towards it.

Princes, generals, even beings with the strength of Emperors.

Throughout his journey, Lin Hao also heard many things about the Heavenly Descending Divine Artifact.

The stories only mentioned the artifact’s landing but not its exact location, only a rough area. Many powerful experts rushed over, each of them hoping to obtain the Divine Artifact to greatly enhance their strength so they could strut around in the Upper Realm Plane.

Once he entered the Bitter Realm, the population became scarce.

The Bitter Realm was filled with deserts and Gobi, sometimes not a soul could be seen for half a day.

Lin Hao walked in the desert for three days and underestimated the vastness of the Bitter Realm. After reflection, he decided to look for a place to eat something.

After another day’s journey, he encountered many weary and dust-covered people on the road, all of whom were strong cultivators. In the distance, there was an oasis, and these strong ones were headed there to replenish their supplies.

The oasis wasn’t large, only containing a single inn.

This was a unique construction of the Bitter Realm—classic, simple, and yet it didn’t lack elegance.

There were many people in the inn, each one emanating murderous intents, and there was a mix of races.

As Lin Hao approached, he immediately attracted quite a few glances.

"Earthling!"

"An Earthling dares to come here alone. Is he seeking death?"

"Could he also be thinking of competing for the Divine Artifact?"

"Hahaha, what a joke. An Earthling, vying for the Divine Artifact? Doesn’t he know that the Heavenly Descending Divine Artifact exists specifically to kill Earthlings?"

"It’s said that the Heavenly Descending Divine Artifact has one characteristic: if it comes into contact with the blood of an Earthling, it can be found much more easily and would more readily acknowledge an Earthling as its master!"

The Heavenly Descending Divine Artifact was, after all, born to kill Earthlings—everyone knew that.

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere inside the inn suddenly became tense.

Dozens of pairs of eyes landed on Lin Hao, brimming with murderous intent.

Of course, Lin Hao could feel the boundless killing intent, but it didn’t stop his steps towards the inn.

He had only walked past the fenced wall outside the inn when a young person, dressed like a waiter, came to meet him.

It was a woman, disguised as a man, but her protruding chest revealed that this Bitter Realm youth, no more than twenty, was actually a woman with striking curves.

The powerful ones around were eyeing Lin Hao like hungry wolves, but the waiter greeted him with a face full of enthusiastic and warm smiles.

She approached Lin Hao, took a glance behind him, and then sweetly asked: "Greetings, honored guest. Are you looking to eat or to lodge? There will be a big sandstorm in the next two days, and within a three-hundred-li radius, there’s nowhere else to take shelter. Why not stay at our inn?"

A sandstorm?

A cultivator afraid of a sandstorm?

Lin Hao was unconcerned: "No need, I’ll just replenish some provisions."

"That works too. But, sir, don’t underestimate the sandstorms of the Bitter Realm. Please come this way."

The waiter didn’t say much else, and with a smile on her face, she led Lin Hao into the inn.

The inn was already overcrowded, yet as Lin Hao stepped in, the previously lively place suddenly turned as cold as ice.

Earthlings were now a rare sight and the focus across the entire Upper Realm Plane.

Especially this Earthling whose cultivation didn’t appear to be high!

"Please sit here. Our inn has dry food. Which would you like?" The waiter seemed oblivious to the inn’s strange ambiance, maintaining a smile as she introduced the place to Lin Hao.

"I’ll have a bit of everything that’s special." Lin Hao wasn’t bothered and, after sitting down, handed over a high-quality Primordial Stone to the waiter.

"Right away!" The waiter took the Primordial Stone and went to prepare.

And just as the waiter left,

"Bang!"

A burly man with King Level cultivation slammed a dark, gleaming broadsword onto Lin Hao’s table.

Then, with a fierce smirk, he disdainfully looked at Lin Hao:

"Earthling, I’ve placed my blade here. Will you slit your own throat on its edge, or do I need to press your head down onto it?"