Chapter 605: Main Text 605. First Arrival of the Demon Sun! I Say This World Shall Now Have Light! (7)

Book 605: The Demon Sun Rises! I Declare—Let There Be Light in This World, Now! (7)

One million. Lin.

Two million.

Three million.

After Lu Sheng ignited the demonic flame within all ten million mutated immortal cells, he attempted to continue—only to be abruptly halted by a stark realization…

The energy was insufficient.

Lu Sheng tore himself from his trance, lifting his head.

Before him stretched an immense expanse—a vast, blood-red carpet of land—where he alone remained.

The “lice” and “fleas” hidden beneath that crimson blanket—the scattered, fleeing monstrous beasts—

had been nearly devoured entirely by him.

Eight newly evolved, dark-purple tentacles lashed like whips in every direction, sweeping relentlessly.

The moment they detected viable prey, they shot forward with blinding speed, coiling around the target and dragging it straight into the gaping maw of the colossal black clam.

“This entire region’s eleventh-rank… no, even twelfth-rank monsters have been utterly consumed.”

Lu Sheng couldn’t help but marvel at the staggering leap in power his mutated avatar had achieved.

In truth, the number of mutated immortal cells within the avatar remained unchanged—still thirty million in total.

Yet their quality had undergone a quantum leap.

“And it has become far more perfect.”

This perfection extended not only to cultivation depth but also to outward form.

The avatar’s once-bulky, grotesque frame had shrunk dramatically—now barely one-tenth its former size.

For during his refinement of each individual mutated immortal cell, Lu Sheng deliberately excised all redundant, useless bodily organs,

converting them into nourishment to sustain the true core.

Thus, the avatar’s appearance underwent a radical metamorphosis:

The once-uneven, jagged black shell now gleamed smooth, refined, and immeasurably harder—dozens of times beyond its prior resilience.

The countless exposed eyeballs, protruding teeth, and irregularly sized tentacles inside the shell had vanished entirely.

Only twelve eyes remained—like violet pearls—arranged in precise symmetry within the shell’s interior.

Eight vastly enhanced tentacles.

And one gargantuan maw.

Lu Sheng resided at the very heart of this anatomical constellation, enshrined and guarded by all.

Viewed as a whole, the entity remained bizarre—yet now possessed an uncanny aesthetic: sinister, yet elegant.

“It’s time to move on—to hunt elsewhere.”

Lu Sheng commanded the colossal clam-avatar to lift itself aloft, surging swiftly toward a new direction.

All the while, its massive jaws snapped ceaselessly, devouring the negative energies drifting freely through the void.

He traversed the blood-red carpet for who knew how long—

until finally, monstrous silhouettes reappeared before his eyes.

And there were many: the weakest at ninth rank, then tenth, eleventh—and even twelfth.

A virgin territory, untouched, unclaimed!

“Continue your slaughter.”

Lu Sheng issued the command.

His avatar, already brimming with impatience, lunged forward instantly.

Its eight colossal, thick, elongated tentacles moved in unison—

like eight serpentine tongues, curling with effortless grace to gather swarms of lesser beasts and hurl them into its maw.

Even twelfth-rank monsters stood no chance against it.

Dark-purple demonic flames roared along the length of those tentacles—against peers of equal rank, they were unstoppable weapons of annihilation.

With minimal effort, the avatar seized its foes, dragged them to its lips, and consumed them whole.

Entering this zone, the mutated avatar was like a tiger bursting into a flock of sheep—or a monstrous shark erupting into a school of fish:

Feasting wildly, igniting waves of carnage and chaos.

Lu Sheng felt the surge of newly available energy within him grow substantial once more—satisfying, indeed.

He resumed his work: refining the mutated immortal cells.

Just as he ignited the demonic flame within the fifteen-millionth cell—

suddenly, a furious roar split the air.

Immediately afterward, a wave of malevolent, chaotic, raging consciousness surged toward him, swift and violent.

Lu Sheng raised his gaze—and saw, in the distance, a colossal shadow hurtling toward him at terrifying speed.

So vast was this silhouette that it nearly eclipsed half the sky before him.

“Thirteenth-rank… a commander-class beast.”

Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered faintly, thoughtful.

“Have I inadvertently trespassed upon another’s domain?”

At that moment, a tremor of retreat pulsed from the avatar—an instinctive urge to flee, to withdraw.

Yet Lu Sheng forcibly suppressed it.

“What is there to fear?”

“The original body, possessing merely five and a half million immortal cells, could effortlessly crush thirteenth-rank foes.

You wield thirty million—yet still tremble?”

Lu Sheng shook his head.

“If you cannot slay this thirteenth-rank today, then never again dare claim to be *my* Lu Sheng’s secondary avatar.”

With that, Lu Sheng rose from within the clam.

Not truly standing—but rather, the lower flesh of the clam slowly lifted, hoisting his upper body upward.

The giant shell gaped wide open—its obsidian-black valves fully unfurled.

Lu Sheng silently watched the rapidly approaching level-thirteen commander beast, taking a soft breath.

Yet this act of inhalation seemed to occur from deep within.

The entire giant black clam connected to his lower half began to glow rapidly, throwing into sharp relief one bright purple vein after another.

"Boom!"

In that instant, the fifteen million immortal cells within the aberrant clone, already ignited by the demonic fire, burst forth with unparalleled brilliance.

Like so many aberrant stars,

suns!

Vast sheets of surging dark purple flames erupted from every single pore across the giant clam's body.

Lu Sheng was entirely bathed in the dark purple demonic fire.

His wildly growing black hair had now turned a dark purple as well, dancing frantically behind him like a living creature.

A dark purple light flickered within his eyes, making him appear incomparably sinister and handsome.

"The Path of the Dark Side Star."

"Main Sequence Star Form!"

Lu Sheng felt the terrifying power surging within his body, a trace of satisfaction appearing on his face.

He had finally entered the Main Sequence Star Form smoothly.

So, what needed to be considered next was...

what kind of move to use to finish off the opponent.

The terrifying aura belonging to a level-thirteen commander beast swept toward him like a mountain collapse or a tsunami.

Standing atop the giant black clam, Lu Sheng seemed like an ant that could be swallowed by the great deluge at any moment beneath this aura.

Yet he turned a blind eye to it, not even sparing a glance toward the front.

Lu Sheng pondered briefly, and soon an answer formed in his heart.

"Let's just use this move."

Lu Sheng raised his hand, clenching it into a fist.

His gaze fell upon the level-thirteen commander beast that was now practically close at hand.

Within his sinister purple eyes, an evil and violent light blossomed bit by bit.

Since the Path of the Dark Side Star was modeled after the Path of the Star,

then the ultimate move should also be the Five Seasons Fist Technique that he was most adept at.

A terrifying fist technique that pushed back to the ancient fifth season, burning the starry sky to ashes.

"But the dark side universe does not even have four seasons, let alone five.

It never even possessed a sun."

"Then, let us begin with the birth of a sun."

An unparalleled light of evil madness erupted from Lu Sheng's eyes.

Facing the level-thirteen commander beast before him,

the demonic fire of his entire body converged completely onto his fist in a single instant.

All light vanished, brewing an incomparably terrifying aura.

"A new era has arrived."

"I say, this world,"

"from this moment forth,"

"shall have light!"

Lu Sheng laughed wildly, throwing a ferocious punch forward.

In an instant, endless dark purple light blossomed from his fist.

Within this patch of space, a twisted purple sun seemed to be rising slowly.

The terrifying light illuminated all directions.

This move, Lu Sheng wished to name it—

First Descent of the Demonic Sun!

...

"Found it!"

Inside the cockpit, someone excitedly presented a file before Zi Yanxin.

"These two level-thirteen entities are both highest-level fugitives wanted by the Hunting Bow.

Their area of havoc spans over two hundred star sectors.

Once killed or captured alive, the bounty received

can almost equal two-thirds of our profit from this entire trip!"

The person reporting grew heavy in breath by the time they reached the final sentence.

Several purple stars on Zi Yanxin's forehead gleamed, her mood equally unsettled.

"Alright, I understand."

Zi Yanxin kept her eyes fixed on the scene outside the spaceship, her mind thinking rapidly.

Risk and opportunity coexist!

This was a phrase that every starry sky merchant adhered to.

The situation before her was the finest example.

"If... if we capture or kill these two level-thirteen star pirates,

the profit is secondary; the reputation of the Star Elves Chamber of Commerce will surely receive a massive boost.

Future business will be even easier to conduct.

And for me personally, it will also be an extremely magnificent addition to my resume; upon returning to the clan, I will surely receive great rewards from the council of elders.

My hopes of competing for the next family headship will also increase greatly."

"Right now we have three level-thirteen entities on our side, while the opponent has only two.

If we employ the offensive measures of the Star Elves spaceship to assist the three level-thirteen powerhouses,

there is absolutely a massive probability that we can make them stay."

Even slaying just one would be a triumph.”

Zi Yanxin had never been one to dither or hesitate.

Having weighed the risks and rewards with cold clarity, she instantly made her decision.

“Convey my orders!”

Her voice cut through the air like a blade: “Activate all offensive armaments aboard the *Stellar Spirit Bloom*—stand ready to coordinate with the three Thirteenth-Level Masters in eliminating the space pirates!”

“But what of the energy reserves?”

“Divert the power earmarked for the spatial jump.

If need be, we’ll delay arrival by a few days.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Every soul in the cockpit felt the iron resolve in Zi Yanxin’s words—and their own spirits surged, electric with fervor.

To personally join a battle between Thirteenth-Level martial cultivators…

To stand a chance at capturing or slaying one—or even two—of such titans…

Such an opportunity did not come knocking every day.

Should this battle truly unfold as envisioned…

Each of them here would have a tale to boast of for the rest of their lives—loudly, fiercely, unapologetically.

In short order, all preparations were complete.

Zi Yanxin’s mind sharpened to a razor’s edge, taut with tension.

Her beautiful eyes, unblinking, locked onto the chaos unfolding beyond the hull—so intently that she even extended her spiritual sense outward, probing the void.

They did not wait long.

Outside the ship, the clash between the Thirteenth-Level masters erupted—sudden, violent, cataclysmic.

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