CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 168: THE HEART IS LIMITED, FATE IS PREDETERMINED (3K)

"Second Uncle, why are you boosting others’ morale!"

Liu Sanduo sighed helplessly.

Although his niece had just entered the Eight Gates, her martial arts passed down from the Liu family were quite impressive, and her Baji Fist had also reached a certain degree of mastery.

When it comes to Baji Fist, how could she compare to Meng Chuan?

Besides, he watched as Meng Chuan practiced martial arts every day in Huayun Prefecture.

The ancient tree was split with a single palm; if it were to fall upon Shuxue...

He thought for a moment and comforted:

"It’s okay, I have some connections with that kid.

He has some masculinity; he should not specifically target girls."

"Humph! If he picks me, I’d like to see what he’s got!"

Liu Sanduo still didn’t understand Meng Chuan enough.

The other party had defeated countless heroines on his journey...

...

Osaka, Japan.

Tonight, thunder and rain intertwined!

"Boom!"

Lightning struck down on the earth.

In Osaka’s renowned wealthy district, rows of villas stood tall.

Upon hearing thunder outside the window, the little girl inside couldn’t help but snuggle closer to her mother.

A middle-aged man put on a luxurious coat, changed into expensive leather shoes at the entrance, and turned to bid farewell to his wife and daughter inside.

"Sakura, I’ll be back soon, you and Mom go to sleep first."

"Bye, Dad!"

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he wanted to say more.

His hand rubbed the protective talisman embroidered by his wife in his pocket.

After his finger paused on the doorknob for three seconds.

The Demon Seed within his body made the choice for him.

"Click."

The door opened.

The man seemed to be fighting with himself, using all his strength to close the door.

The distant street lamp pinned shadows between the door cracks, and cherry blossoms fallen outside the entrance were soaked in the pouring rain, like tears not wiped clean.

A deep red lingered beneath his eyelids as he walked numbly in a certain direction.

Tonight, there were many others in Osaka sharing his fate.

Osaka city center, Shinsaibashi Entertainment District.

The most prosperous dance halls in Japan are here.

"Nami, going out so late?"

"Yes, I’ll be back soon."

The beautiful woman donned her coat, concealing an unseen allure.

"The manager will be back later tonight, hurry up."

Xiaoze Naimei lit a cigarette, reminiscing about those days.

From a corner gift to the top princess here.

Similarly, in this city, sudden stars in films or jobless youths who climbed from henchmen to gang leaders...

In the steel jungle, countless individuals consumed by desire converged from all corners to the Qingshui Ming Divine Palace.

They couldn’t control their bodies, only realizing it when they tried to resist – who truly owns the body?

Because since they obtained the Divine Seed, today’s outcome was already destined.

The human heart is finite and cannot bear the excess of greed.

...

Qingshui Ming Divine Palace.

The rain poured down heavily.

"Tap tap tap."

Zena Mei’s high heels shattered puddle reflections, and her coat collar flipped about in the wind and rain.

Beneath her exposed neck, aside from beauty, lay a writhing subcutaneous tumor.

Arriving here, the Divine Seed became increasingly restless.

She gazed at the approaching Qingshui Ming Divine Palace, her legs involuntarily stepping inside.

The ancient door, marked with faded divine patterns, slowly opened, standing beside was an elder in a thick priest robe serving the visitors.

"Beautiful lady, welcome."

His visage was withered, yet his gaze deep.

Though he appeared servile, he subtly exuded a sense of superiority.

"They are just fodder, hahaha."

The new temple suppressed his inner joy, still solemnly welcoming everyone’s arrival.

Appearance mustn’t be lost...

Within the main hall of the shrine, countless faded statues wept black blood from their sockets simultaneously.

A young witch garbed in White Purity mechanically struck the Divine Melody Bell.

Each bell sound intensified the convulsions among the kneeling crowd.

It was as if a death knell was being sounded.

The middle-aged man at the forefront suddenly tore his suit, scarlet tendrils involuntarily protruding from his spine.

His Divine Seed had matured.

Minute by minute passed, yet the rain showed no sign of letting up, instead growing heavier with the thunder.

For each guest entering, the new temple would lower his head, hands in prayer, offering a warm greeting.

"Everyone’s here, let’s begin."

The new temple rubbed his ribcage, silently reciting scriptures to suppress the Fear within him.

He became the new master of Fear, succeeding Fearful Shadow Devourer·Ji Chengkong.

Today, he would be crowned here.

As he was about to close the doors, another shadow stepped through the storm.

The temple’s movements stopped, smiling while feigning blame:

"Sir, you truly picked a good time to arrive."

The rain wove a colorless curtain behind the newcomer, Luo Guanyun slowly removed the bamboo hat from his head.

Exchanging a few pleasantries, he also stepped inside.

"This divine palace, is quite sturdy, isn’t it..."

...

At the same time, the capital of Japan.

Under the courtyard eaves, Fang Jianxing sat opposite a white-haired girl.

The Divine Seed within the girl trembled slightly, sensing Fang Jianxing’s worries.

She said faintly:

"Jing, your sowing is excellent. Tonight’s matters can be left to the New Temple, there’s no need to worry here in Japan."

Fang Jianxing buried his emotions deep inside, still keeping a faint smile on his face.

"I’ve been feeling restless lately; perhaps I’m overthinking."

"Get some rest early, you’ll have to go to Tiancheng Airport tomorrow morning to receive the messenger from the Demon Summoning Hall.

Lord Jiutun has been asleep for a long time. I hope they can awaken him and bring him back to the human world."

Fang Jianxing was suddenly stunned, paused for a moment, and slowly said:

"I understand, then I’ll take my leave now."

"Go."

With that, Fang Jianxing left the courtyard.

The girl had cultivated to her limit, with no hope ahead, she could only depend on the so-called "Celestial God."

But he was different; Fang Jianxing had his own plans.

"Thunder Seed..."

The collaboration between the Parasite Association and the Demon Summoning Hall was not important to him.

The important thing was how he could gain from it...

...

Within the Qingshui Ming Divine Palace.

Luo Guanyun blended with the crowd, sitting on the floor like the others.

Looking up, he gazed at the strange statues lining both sides, foreseeing what was about to happen.

But he was powerless.

Recently, Luo Guanyun conducted in-depth research on the Demon Seed inside a pub owner.

During live experiments, he was surprised to discover the fundamental difference between the Demon Seed and the Thunder Seed within himself.

When he extracted the Demon Seed from the host’s spirit platform, he clearly felt the Thunder Seed’s strong devouring desire towards the Demon Seed.

He struggled to suppress this impulse, still trying to reimplant the Demon Seed into the host.

By manipulating Thunder Seed energy, he attempted to rebuild the connection between the Demon Seed and the host’s body, but all efforts ultimately failed.

The experiment confirmed that the Thunder Seed, with its oppressive stance, always tried to devour the Demon Seed, making secondary "planting" impossible.

At this moment, Luo Guanyun finally understood that he lacked the most crucial control—some specific cooperation from a Demon Skill.

With the experiment subject’s breath increasingly weakening, the "researcher" ultimately had to give up saving it.

In a situation of no choice, he absorbed the Demon Seed fully with tears.

After all, when the land has given all its nutrients to the crops, at the moment of harvest.

The over-fertilized land is no longer needed.

Coming back to his senses, he saw the elder at the door levitating above the altar.

In the torrential rain of the shrine, New Temple’s withered figure hovered above the altar, the Priest Robe fluttering in the storm.

He looked down on the convulsing crowd inside the hall, with an arrogant gaze contrasting starkly with his reverent tone:

"I, on behalf of the True God, lead you back to the celestial kingdom."

Countless dark red veins burst forth from New Temple’s spirit platform, enveloping the place with suffocating fear and pressure.

A kneeling man in a suit suddenly let out an inhuman howl, scarlet tentacles sprouting from his back severed the Witch in half.

The crisp sound of the Divine Melody Bell falling to the ground was drowned in the thunderstorm.

As New Temple’s claw-like right hand swung down, it was as if an invisible scythe began reaping.

All those kneeling fell backward in unison, with writhing tumors at their spirit platforms bursting through their bodies.

Like the eye sockets of countless statues, black blood flowed up to the sky.

The stripped away "Demon Seeds" wove together into blood-colored ears of rice in the torrential rain, only to be swept up by the invisible scythe into the air.

At the moment of the thunder’s explosion, Luo Guanyun, mixed in the crowd, clutched the brim of his hat tightly.

He clearly sensed the greed and agitation of the Thunder Seed in his spirit platform towards the blood grains, but ultimately lowered his gaze.

The bronze bells at the four corners trembled wildly in the wind and rain, as if ringing a funeral bell for the shriveled bodies on the ground.

——Boom!

Lightning and thunder, the rain poured harder...

Luo Guanyun remained silent; he could not save any of this.

Because from the moment they became crops, these people’s fates were sealed.

At this moment, New Temple cast off his disguise, standing arrogantly laughing in mid-air.

Now, he finally transformed from a pawn to a player.

From tonight, he would take his place at the seat of "Fear."

As he indulged, a mysterious voice questioned through the rain curtain filled with dark clouds:

"Old man, slaying you would be revenge enough, right?"

New Temple’s pupils shrank suddenly, he had clearly checked that all entrants had a "Seed" planted within them.

Inwardly, he speculated cautiously:

"Could there be a seat present?"

His gaze swept over the only standing figure below the altar, suppressing his shock and probing:

"Could it be... an esteemed lord is here in person?"

Luo Guanyun casually removed his soaked bamboo hat, letting the torrential rain wash over his face.

As he looked up, lightning just happened to burst from the clouds, illuminating those eyes hidden with thunder.

New Temple, seeing the body devoid of any Divine Seed aura, felt cold sweat mixed with rain sliding down his neck.

Yet he still forced out a stiff smile and spoke:

"I don’t know what kind of joke Your Excellency is making?"

The next moment!

At the instant of the lightning crash, two golden-white electric pythons struck down from the sky.

New Temple had no power to resist, his body was struck by thunder and nailed to the ground immovably.

Sparks erupted from the Priest Robe in the burnt smoke, struggling as he looked up to meet Luo Guanyun’s fierce eyes.

"I have questions for you, be honest with me..."

Luo Guanyun’s stern voice was interrupted by a suddenly distorted spell.

Black blood surged from New Temple’s seven orifices, and countless dark red, thorny tentacles fiercely drilled out from the spirit platform at his chest.

At this moment, the blood-colored particles scattered in the storm suddenly stagnated, about to rush towards the elder’s palm.

——Buzz!

The entire divine palace trembled with a mournful sound!

The blood flood initially heading for New Temple strangely reversed midair.