Chapter 776: So Pitiful

The Necromancy Realm.

For several days, Su Yu had been immersed in researching the matter of resurrection.

Inside the research chamber.

Su Yu looked somewhat exhausted, and after a long silence, he spoke: "It is close enough; all that remains is a practical attempt. Further research is nothing but empty talk. Let us use Hetu to test the waters first!"

"..."

Hetu merely watched Su Yu in silence, feeling an ever-deepening sense of pathos.

Using me to test the waters?

Are those words fit for a human to utter?

Offering me not a single shred of confidence, I am quite terrified.

Su Yu, however, looked toward Hetu and smiled: "Too much hope would only bring deeper despair should it fail, wouldn't it? To have less hope now is a good thing, because... I truly am uncertain of whether it will succeed."

Hetu raised an eyebrow slightly, then quickly offered a smile: "It matters not. If it truly fails, it is of no real consequence. As a necromancer, could I still harbor fear toward death?"

"You would!"

Su Yu nodded, leaving Hetu speechless and unable to reply, thinking, 'Never mind, just act as though I said nothing.'

"Let us go!"

Su Yu spoke no further, casting a gaze over Hetu, Liu Hong, and the others, "We head to the edge of chaos. There is a high probability that we cannot resurrect into the River of Time; if that proves impossible, then you can only be resurrected into my small paradise!"

Hetu harbored no objections, smiling as he said: "To be truly resurrected into Your Majesty's world would also be a blessing. It would naturally form a great path, saving me from contending with others!"

Su Yu smiled as well, fell silent, and swiftly walked out.

Li Yun and several other necromancers now followed in succession.

All of them bore a trace of expectation and yearning.

Resurrection!

The dead returning to life—this might well be the very first instance since the creation of heaven and earth. Whether it was possible at all, no one knew, and no one was certain.

...

On this day, the powerhouses gathered once more at the edge of chaos.

In recent days,

Su Yu and his entourage frequented this place, so terrifying the Northern King and his cohorts that they no longer dared to approach, and even the powerhouses near the Sealed Lands were growing increasingly stricken with dread.

For the strength on Su Yu's side seemed to be perpetually ascending.

Each time a powerhouse flew past, they felt stronger than the last, an ever-intensifying sort of might!

On this day, Su Yu once more led his people through the skies.

The Deathly Emperor, who had remained silent all this while, suddenly sent forth his voice from within the Sealed Lands, his tone somewhat deep: "Human Sovereign Su, I have heard... it seems... you intend... to resurrect the dead?"

Boom!

The other pillars of light began to flicker one after another.

Su Yu was also taken aback; leaning over to look down, he smiled: "From where did you hear this?"

The Deathly Emperor spoke softly: "Your people pass by frequently; I have overheard a word or two."

Su Yu smiled, "Loose lips!"

"Then it means this matter is true?"

This time, the Deathly Emperor did not merely manifest a face, but directly conjured a pitch-black figure, bearing a hint of uncertainty as he spoke softly: "Does the Human Sovereign know that life and death are the ultimate obstacles? Returning from death to life... is but a legend!"

Su Yu leaned down to look at him, smiling: "We shall try. Could it be that the Emperor also harbors a desire for resurrection?"

The Deathly Emperor murmured: "Who does not wish to return to life? No one is willing to remain a necromancer for a lifetime! It is merely out of helplessness. Having died once, as past losers, death is our destination! Which necromancer is without regrets? The regrets of one's living days are what everyone wishes to redress."

His voice was neither domineering, arrogant, nor insolent.

From the very first day, it had been thus, gentle and soft-spoken.

Su Yu suddenly smiled: "Was the Emperor a scholar when alive?"

"I read a few volumes, though what I read were the writings of the Great Dao, quite different from the scholars of today."

The Deathly Emperor spoke a word, then quickly brought the topic back: "If the Human Sovereign wishes to resurrect the dead, is there any assistance we might provide?"

Su Yu was slightly startled.

"What does the Emperor mean by this?"

"We... wish to see a glint of hope, a sliver of anticipation, even if... we might not necessarily obtain such an opportunity!"

The Deathly Emperor said softly: "Through countless eras, have peerless talents like the Human Emperor and the Heavenly Scholar never pondered the matter of resurrection? Yet, all failed! Every failure is a blow to the dead! We yearn even more to see the hope of resurrection! Even if it is our enemy who is restored to life!"

He let out a sigh: "Even if it is an enemy! As long as resurrection is possible, it represents that we still have hope! It also represents that the state of being a necromancer is not our ultimate end! I believe that among the dead, those who truly possess wisdom will not obstruct the Human Sovereign's resurrection, and would even be willing to offer whatever aid lies within their capacity!"

Su Yu was rather surprised by this.

Upon careful reflection, this was indeed a truly clear-headed individual.

Yes, if I attempt resurrection, these genuinely wise necromancers would actually yearn for Su Yu to succeed. Regardless of whether he was an enemy, it would at least allow everyone to see hope!

Those who sought to obstruct Su Yu's resurrection were likely those of low intelligence.

Of course, Su Yu feared no obstruction from the dead!

He looked toward the projection of the Deathly Emperor and smiled: "The Emperor indeed sees through things with clarity. If the Emperor truly has a mind to help, it is not out of the question. For instance, when I strip away the imprint of the Necromancy Path, it may cause a riot in the Great Dao. Would the Emperor care to assist in suppressing it a little?"

The Deathly Emperor fell into deep thought, and after a moment, nodded slightly: "It may well turn out that way, but suppression... I fear I would find it difficult to achieve! I surmise that when resurrection occurs, a riot in the Necromancy Path is actually of little consequence... the Human Sovereign must beware of the necromancers themselves!"

Su Yu frowned slightly.

The Deathly Emperor said softly: "I feel the Human Sovereign has no need to keep too many dead by his side! Once a mutation occurs, a situation might arise where the Great Dao drives the dead to eliminate the Human Sovereign! Whether it be those of us who are sealed, the Southern King and her peers, or the Northern King's group, all might become pawns of the Dao, turning into the blades of the Necromancy Path!"

Su Yu grew thoughtful.

The probability was not small!

On this point, he had indeed been somewhat negligent; quite a few of the dead had come to observe this time.

Including top-tier existences like the Southern King and Marquis Lanshan, once a mutation occurred midway, it would become exceedingly troublesome.

They were his own people, whom he could not bear to kill, and suppressing them would likewise be an arduous task.

Furthermore, if a necromancer were to self-detonate at the critical juncture, it would be even more disastrous. It would be fine if an enemy blew themselves to pieces, but if Lanshan and the others did so, what then?

"Many thanks for the warning, Emperor!"

Su Yu gave a laugh, "The Emperor seems to be a sensible soul, far superior to that Di Zhiluo. It remains as I said before: if the Emperor truly wishes to defect to my side, kill Di Zhiluo as a token of allegiance, and I may consider it!"

"..."

Below, Di Zhiluo's face abruptly manifested, bearing a look of fury, wishing to roar aloud.

However, he quickly forced himself to endure it.

Because there was a dog that could trample him!

At this moment, he had already spotted a dog flying toward this place from the distance. Di Zhiluo suppressed the anger in his heart and remained silent.

And soon, Feiqiu flew over, curious: “Did they stop you? Shall we kill them?”

It had already taken out its boots!

Su Yu had suddenly stopped here, and it thought a fight was about to break out.

Though it didn’t really want to fight, Su Yu was going to find its master, and anyone who opposed Su Yu was bullying Feiqiu—so they’d have to answer for it.

Su Yu smiled: “It’s fine; the Emperor is still reasonable. But under every leader, there are always some who are disobedient, reckless by nature—and in a hostile situation, they’re quite useful!”

That was the plain truth.

For instance, under his own command, there were plenty of reckless people.

Voices like “Kill Baizhan” were not uncommon.

Of course, Baizhan’s side also had no shortage of such people.

In fact, they were necessary. Some were genuinely reckless, some deliberately so, and some even grasped the imperial heart and flattered intentionally.

Don’t think the emperor would necessarily adopt their advice, but… it sounded good, didn’t it?

Su Yu might not have the heart to kill Baizhan—at least now he didn’t advocate internal strife—but hearing some say “kill Baizhan” still lifted his spirits.

So Baizhan’s camp probably had no shortage of such people either.

The Death Emperor said nothing, nor did he mention the matter of Dizhiluo, but spoke softly again: “Then I wish Lord Su success!”

“Thank you!”

Su Yu smiled and stepped into the void.

Feiqiu followed behind, wagging its tail, carrying the boots in its mouth, eyes curious: “Why did he suddenly start chatting with you? Isn’t this what they call a dagger hidden in a smile?”

“Oh, you’ve learned about daggers hidden in smiles?”

Su Yu chuckled, and Feiqiu grumbled: “I’m a scholarly dog!”

Last time, that eight-winged tiger called itself a scholarly tiger, and Feiqiu thought, I’m a scholarly dog too.

I’ve read many books!

Now that it thought about it, “scholarly dog” sounded pretty good. It was still a bit sore about losing to that eight-winged tiger in their last fight.

Su Yu laughed again.

As they walked, he asked: “How is your Devouring Dao now?”

“I can eat anything, bite anything, but I feel something’s still missing…”

Feiqiu said gloomily: “I always feel something’s off. Do you think it’s because I’m too stupid?”

“Hard to say.”

Su Yu smiled: “Maybe it’s related to your Dao. The eight-winged tiger said you’re a Sun-Devouring Divine Dog, but you reformed, turning from a chaotic ancient clan into a member of the myriad races, and your Dao is connected to the River of Time! During this time, King Wen and the Time Master specially taught you to open your Dao—I think it might not be the original Dao!”

“Both King Wen and the Time Master should have Heavenly Gates and vast experience. Since they taught you to open your Dao and named it the Biting Dao… I think it might be somewhat different from the Devouring Dao!”

He thought carefully, not wanting to be too hasty. Feiqiu wasn’t some wild path; it truly had masters, and two supreme ones at that.

So its Dao, named the Biting Dao, might indeed differ from the Devouring Dao.

Su Yu continued: “Biting and devouring feel similar, but in essence, there might be some differences! Devouring… has the sense of gulping down whole, swallowing in one go! But biting… does it mean biting without eating?”

Feiqiu didn’t quite understand. It was indeed a scholarly dog, but when it came to gardening, it was exceptionally skilled—yet beyond that, it wasn’t really proficient in much else.

It asked curiously: “Biting without eating—what does that mean?”

Nearby, Liu Hong cleared his throat and laughed: “It’s like… how to put it? Biting you to death, but I find you too foul to even bother eating! Devouring… the core of devouring is still to eat, to swallow; the Devouring Dao lies in absorption, in ingestion! But biting lies in ferocity, in madness, in not stopping until the enemy is dead! As they say, a biting dog doesn’t bark…”

Feiqiu looked at Liu Hong, who chuckled dryly: “I’m considered half a student of King Wen, and Senior Feiqiu is family too! So I’m just sharing my understanding of biting and devouring.”

Feiqiu nodded slightly, still confused, then looked back at Su Yu.

Su Yu smiled: “Actually, Liu Hong’s words are clear. Biting means madness, not stopping until death! Simply put, Feiqiu, you’re a bit… Zen?”

“Zen?”

Feiqiu blinked: “Make it simpler.”

Su Yu laughed: “It means the spirit of fierceness! The spirit of madness! Liu Hong means for you to become a mad dog!”

“…”

Liu Hong was speechless. Yes, that was what he meant.

But why didn’t you say it yourself?

This one—I can’t afford to offend.

Feiqiu, however, didn’t mind and said thoughtfully: “You mean I’ve been raised too kindly and need to be fiercer?”

Su Yu smiled: “Something like that!”

Feiqiu bared its teeth, then suddenly grew dejected: “But I can’t be fierce! How about I try being fierce for you to see if it works?”

With that, it bared its teeth again!

Eyes wide, trying to look fierce.

A little milk dog!

Su Yu was speechless, wanting to pat its head. That’s not fierce—that’s a puppy!

Feiqiu wasn’t big to begin with, plump and soft, looking utterly milky.

After raising flowers for over a hundred thousand years, it had truly grown milky—kind-eyed, delicate-featured… ahem, anyway, it was amusing, not at all like a fierce beast.

Su Yu actually had a way to make it fierce, but he didn’t want to try.

Beside him, Liu Hong, Hetu, and the others were holding back laughter.

Fierce in a cute way—that was probably it!

Was this fierce?

Feiqiu seemed to sense it and grew even more dejected: “What do I do? I can’t be fierce!”

Truly dejected!

So, I can’t become strong?

Su Yu was silent for a moment: “Fierceness… might also be an instinct! I have a way, but are you willing to try? Actually, I think you’re fine as you are now.”

“Really? But… I want to be strong. You said my master is waiting for me to save him.”

Su Yu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: “I lied to you!”

“What?”

“Your master is already dead. At the last moment, there was only a trace of will left—I made it all up! Not only your master, but your little master too—all dead!”

Su Yu said calmly: “Actually, I was just using you, saying your master wasn’t dead so you’d be my enforcer. Do you understand?”

Feiqiu froze, staring blankly at Su Yu.

Su Yu was utterly calm: “They’re all dead. Behind the Heavenly Gate, I saw King Wen’s corpse, mangled and torn, devoured by savage-like monsters. They ate his flesh bit by bit, and King Wen suffered terribly…”

Feiqiu’s eyes began to redden.

"You... you lied to me?"

Su Yu nodded. "Yes, I lied to you, I have been lying to you all along! Because I lack the combat power of a Heavenly Venerate on my side, I hoped you could be of use to me..."

"Roar!"

In that instant, an earth-shattering roar erupted from its throat.

In the next moment, Fat Ball’s body swelled countless times over, its eyes turning blood-red. "You say... Master and the others are dead?"

"Dead!"

Su Yu waved his hand, signaling Liu Hong and the others to leave.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Because... you are too foolish!"

Su Yu said calmly, "You make excellent material for a thug. I figured it would be a waste not to use an enforcer like you!"

"I will bite you to death!"

Roar!

A terrifying roar resounded, and in the next heartbeat, a massive maw snapped fiercely toward Su Yu!

Su Yu struck out with a single palm!

Yet Fat Ball moved with blinding speed now, its eyes crimson. "Master and the others are dead? No, you're lying... you must be lying to me!"

Boom!

With a tremendous crash, Su Yu’s palm struck its mouth, leaving it bloodied. He said evenly, "I am not lying to you, they are dead. You are no match for me. I no longer have any need to placate you. Remember this: you are nothing but a dog. Aside from tending to flowers, what else can you even do?"

"I will eat you!"

Awoo!

Another roar echoed, and a moment later, numerous powerful experts flew over from all directions, their faces filled with astonishment.

What happened?

How did Fat Ball suddenly lose control?

Liu Hong hastily signaled for everyone to back away, grimacing; Su Yu was truly ruthless.

With just a few words, he had provoked Fat Ball into a frenzy!

...

"Roar!"

At this moment, Fat Ball was driven entirely by primal rage, intent on killing Su Yu, intent on devouring him, without even utilizing the boots.

However, the Su Yu of today was no longer who he used to be.

He threw a punch, sending Fat Ball flying backward, and said coldly, "You are too weak. Is this all you are capable of?"

"Like this, you think you can devour me?"

"Your masters were dismembered, they were eaten by others!"

"You foolish thing, you know nothing but tending to flowers. Aside from that, what else can you do?"

"Ow!"

Fat Ball howled to the heavens, its body suddenly ballooning once more, its white fur turning dark, transforming into a stark black in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, a massive black hound manifested in the void.

"Awoo!"

With a roar, the black hound snapped at Su Yu. Before Su Yu could even strike it away, his brow furrowed slightly as he felt himself actively drawn toward Fat Ball. Not only that, but even the power of his Great Dao seemed to be siphoned away by it!

"Aw-num!"

Fat Ball bit into the empty air, yet this bite seemed to clamp directly onto Su Yu's Dao power. With a sharp crack, Su Yu’s myriad Dao power was abruptly severed by the bite.

Su Yu was secretly startled!

Erupting with his full power, a thunderous boom resonated as his aura surged. He threw another punch, sending Fat Ball hurtling backward.

Fat Ball, completely unhinged now, wild and frenzied, opened its massive jaws wide and charged at Su Yu again, its Dao power growing increasingly intense.

"Eat you!"

The gigantic maw seemed to swallow heaven and earth, and the vacuum suction pulled Su Yu right back to its jaws!

Fat Ball snapped down once more!

Crack!

Su Yu's Dao power was bitten through yet again. With a low shout, Su Yu instantly reconnected his formidable myriad Dao power and struck out once more, his fist drawing blood from Fat Ball's mouth.

"Aside from tending to flowers, who could you possibly devour?"

"You court death!"

Fat Ball roared maniacally again, its aura exploding with a boom and surging dramatically, faintly threatening to catch up to Su Yu's level in the blink of an eye!

Originally, Fat Ball could only be considered at the Heavenly King level.

It wasn't even a Heavenly Venerate, though with the boots, it could fight one. But now, its aura amplified instantly, and a torrent of Great Dao power surged into its body!

Rumble!

The entire area was instantly saturated with a violent, murderous air!

Above Fat Ball’s head, a phantom image of a massive black hound snapped down toward Su Yu. This time, it was entirely silent—a true biting dog does not bark.

Su Yu's heart skipped a beat.

He hastily retreated, but the moment he fell back, a sharp crack echoed as the void itself was bitten to pieces!

...

Around them.

The Great Zhou King and the others gasped. The Great Zhou King transmitted his voice: "Has it... stepped into the combat domain of a Heavenly Venerate?"

Fat Ball did not possess the realm of a Heavenly Venerate, which belonged to the Masters of Rules, but its current combat power had surely reached it, right?

Wan Tiansheng nodded slightly. "Most likely!"

At this point, even Su Yu had to avoid its sharp edge, and Fat Ball hadn't even used the boots yet.

Though looking at it now, Su Yu could still maintain the upper hand.

That was not what Wan Tiansheng worried about. He quickly transmitted his voice: "If Fat Ball loses control completely, is Your Majesty not worried that it won't be able to recover?"

That was the real trouble!

Fat Ball was already succumbing to darkness; if it lost control entirely, it would be a disaster!

The onlookers were equally alarmed.

Indeed, Fat Ball seemed to have transformed into something dark, its strength multiplying. Could Su Yu suppress it?

...

Boom!

The explosive sound rang out again, the void shattered.

At this moment, Fatball didn’t even roar anymore!

Its body was enormous, yet its speed was extreme—in the blink of an eye, it opened its mouth, and a fierce devouring force swept forth. Su Yu’s form trembled slightly, and with a rumble, he was swept back to Fatball’s side.

“Crack!”

Another crisp sound, like glass breaking. Fatball’s teeth gleamed with cold light; this bite wasn’t just aimed at the physical body—even the power of the Great Path was snapped apart.

Su Yu frowned.

Just as he was about to erupt again, suddenly, a giant foot descended from the sky!

Boom!

Su Yu punched at this foot, but was stomped directly downward.

Not only that—stomp after stomp came down, causing Su Yu’s flesh to burst.

At this moment, Su Yu was also a top-tier powerhouse.

Yet, under the corrupted and empowered Fatball, aided by the boots, he was stomped into a continuous descent.

Boom!

Another thunderous sound—Su Yu was stomped deep into the ground. The earth shattered, and countless death energies surged up.

Fatball instantly plunged into the ground, its giant boot stomping down again!

Boom!

The earth cracked open, revealing a massive black hole.

In the silent battle, Fatball’s aura grew stronger and stronger!

Su Yu flew out in an instant, slashing with his blade!

With a bang, the long blade sent the boot flying.

Su Yu shattered the void, appearing above Fatball’s head in a flash, and stomped down.

Fatball turned and lunged at Su Yu, as if to bite him to death.

Su Yu quickly withdrew his leg, but Fatball clamped its jaws onto it. Su Yu punched out, nearly blowing its head off, yet Fatball refused to let go this time!

“Awoo!”

A beastly roar came from its throat. Fatball’s eyes were bloodshot, its aura growing stronger and stronger—it wouldn’t let go, determined to bite this bastard to death!

Su Yu landed several more punches, but his leg was nearly bitten through, and still it wouldn’t release.

He beat it until its head bled, yet it still held on.

If he kept hitting, Su Yu feared he might blow its head off.

Somewhat helpless, he thought, *This corruption is too severe!*

After a moment, Su Yu’s Sanctified Divine Text flew out, beginning to soothe Fatball: “I was lying to you—your master is still alive, it’s fine. I was just trying to provoke you. Fatball, wake up!”

Fatball ignored him, continuing to gnaw, madly biting into his leg until it was a bloody mess.

Su Yu kept soothing: “Really, I was lying—just trying to stir you up. See? Didn’t you advance?”

“Awoo!”

Fatball growled from its throat—*I’ll bite you to death!*

Soon, others gathered around.

King Dazhou and the others frowned. At this moment, Fatball had bitten Su Yu’s leg to shreds, with bone showing.

King Dazhou transmitted: “Your Majesty, suppress it—it’s out of control!”

Su Yu waved his hand, vigorously rubbing Fatball’s black head, and smiled. *It can transform—I didn’t expect that.*

After transforming, with the boots, its combat power was indeed formidable.

The Eight-Winged Tiger earlier, if it had faced this Fatball, might not have been a match.

Could this black dog be the Sun-Devouring Divine Hound?

He rubbed Fatball’s head again. Seeing it still wouldn’t let go, Su Yu thought for a moment and took out the Sanctified Seal. A faint, gentle power, a soothing force, seeped into Fatball.

Fatball’s bloodshot eyes gradually cleared a little.

Su Yu smiled: “Really, I was lying. Your master is alive and well—not only alive, but before leaving, he even reminded me to help him pick up girls. Could someone like that die so quickly?”

“And Time Master is also alive and well. It’s fine. Come on, stop biting—you’re really biting!”

The Sanctified Seal exuded a faint energy. The cracks on the seal widened slightly. This item—Su Yu had used it once on the Western Consort, and later in the River of Time on the Martial Emperor.

Now, using it a little on Fatball, it showed signs of breaking.

Su Yu observed carefully—perhaps one more use and it would shatter.

After releasing a bit more power, Fatball gradually calmed down, and Su Yu put away the Sanctified Seal.

He shook his leg, but Fatball still clung on. Su Yu glanced at it—it seemed to have fallen asleep. No matter how he shook, it wouldn’t let go, though its black fur was slowly fading back to white!

Seeing this, Su Yu paid it no mind, continuing forward with a dog hanging from his leg.

King Dazhou and the others looked at him. Su Yu smiled: “It’s nothing. This creature’s strength just rises when it rises—it only needed a trigger. If it can learn to use its corrupted state’s power in normal form, even without the boots, it might match an ordinary Celestial Venerable!”

With the boots, it would be a true top-tier Celestial Venerable combatant!

That made it, for now, the strongest under Su Yu’s command—even King Nan’s strength fell short compared to Fatball.

“Your Majesty… should we wake it? It won’t lose control again, will it?”

“No need!”

Su Yu looked at Fatball, its head shrouded in white light, and smiled: “It’s too tired!”

Too tired?

The others fell into thought. What did that mean?

But the Book Spirit, who had just flown over, understood Su Yu’s meaning. It bowed slightly: “Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Fatball was tired.

A hundred thousand years!

No, more than a hundred thousand—over a hundred thousand years. Since King Wen and the others went to the Starry Mansion, it had been planting flowers, planting flowers, planting flowers… watering every three days. While others slept, went into seclusion, cultivated, or meditated… it alone watered every three days, and almost every day it cleaned the little courtyard.

Too tired!

Day after day, year after year!

Not just one or two years—over a hundred thousand years!

Now, the energy of the Sanctified Seal had plunged Fatball into deep sleep. It was utterly exhausted, and having suddenly relaxed, it naturally fell asleep.

“Zzz…”

At this moment, everyone heard the little white dog’s soft snoring. Their eyes turned strange—Fatball had really fallen asleep!

But biting Su Yu’s leg like this—that’s hardly proper either!

“Your Majesty!”

Su Yu waved a hand. “No matter. For a cultivator like me, having a dog hanging from me—doesn’t it add to the aura?”

“…”

The crowd suddenly broke into laughter.

A dog hanging from him… Well, since Su Yu didn’t mind, no one said another word.

Great Zhou King fell silent, then asked in puzzlement, “Has it… reached the Heavenly Lord realm?”

Su Yu nodded. “I’m not sure about its normal state, but the dark-transformed Fatball definitely has Heavenly Lord combat power! With Wen King’s boots, it’s even stronger—weaker than me, but only by a little.”

He added with a smile, “Perhaps its dark form is its true self! Have you ever seen an ancient beast so pure and kind?”

Fatball was indeed quite gentle.

When Su Yu first entered, Fatball had welcomed him warmly—except for forbidding him from entering Wen King’s room, it was agreeable about everything else.

When Su Yu went to borrow essence blood, Fatball lent him a great deal in one go.

Wen King and Time Master were its only anchors.

This dark transformation only happened because Su Yu said Wen King and the others had died.

As Su Yu walked, a snoring dog dangled from his leg. He chuckled, then suddenly reached through the air and snatched Little Fluffball from atop Big Fluffball’s head. “Little Fluffball, Wen King raised a dog that guarded his home for over a hundred thousand years. I figure I’ve raised you for quite a while too—will you guard my home in return?”

Little Fluffball’s big eyes were full of dejection; it ignored Su Yu.

Lately, it no longer liked the fragrant ones; it hadn’t licked divine runes in ages.

When Su Yu needed it, it was the God-Eating Prince; when he didn’t, it was just Little Fluffball.

And now he wanted it to guard his home—no way!

“No!”

Little Fluffball felt aggrieved!

You already have a new companion, and I’m still Eternal—I won’t guard your home!

Su Yu laughed, pinched Little Fluffball, and squeezed until its tongue nearly stuck out.

Su Yu smiled. “Weakness is good. Being too strong is useless—too strong and you’ll be killed! Look, Fatball has survived till now, left alone, because back then compared to Wen King, it was too weak! Same with you! Now compared to me, you’re a bit weak! After countless ages, you’ll be like Fatball. One day, when I vanish, you might still remain…”

“Someday, if this era is sealed away, perhaps you’ll still exist!”

Su Yu laughed. “What they call a sealed era seals only the strong. I’ve never seen ordinary people sealed away, or the weak. Weakness is good!”

With a sigh, Su Yu chuckled. “Don’t be upset. Fatball belongs to Wen King—aren’t you mine?”

“…”

Little Fluffball suddenly blinked, its eyes narrowing into crescent moons, its mood brightening. “I want to eat divine runes!”

Su Yu laughed, grabbed it, and pressed it into his own Heavenly Gate.

“It’s all food inside!”

After stuffing the fluffball in, Su Yu looked at the others and smiled. “Fatball has become a Heavenly Lord. I hope everyone catches up soon! If this rebirth succeeds, South King will surely make it, and Lanshan has hope too!”

With that, Su Yu soon reached the edge of Chaos.

Today, he would rebirth Hetu here.

As for Fatball’s advancement, they’d talked about it on the way—it was just a spur-of-the-moment thought.

Success would be good; failure wouldn’t matter.

Just as Su Yu was preparing to begin Hetu’s rebirth, Fatball’s eyes suddenly opened. It glanced at Su Yu, then peeked at the others, and finally looked at Su Yu’s leg, bitten bloody and raw. A flicker of embarrassment appeared in its eyes, and it quickly shut them.

It continued pretending to sleep!

Su Yu smiled, thinking to himself—even a dog knows embarrassment. Humans… how complicated.

“Hetu, come. Prepare for rebirth!”

Hetu walked over quickly, tense and solemn.

Rebirth—longed for years—now was the chance. This was a high-stakes gamble!

…

At that very moment.

At the lower-realm entrance corresponding to Soul Burial Mountain.

Two figures emerged. March looked wary, scanning around, while Giant Axe sighed, “We’re back!”

Finally back!

March said nothing, sensed the surroundings, then swiftly flew toward the Iron-Eating Realm, saying as he flew, “Let’s go to my realm first. We don’t know the situation in the human realm yet!”

Soon, the man and the cat arrived at the Iron-Eating Domain.

But when March sensed it, he froze.

Where are my clansmen?

Why is there no one left?

Could they be dead?

Giant Axe was also baffled, then quietly consoled, “Brother March, there are still clansmen in the upper realm. Even if the lower realm’s clan is wiped out, there’s hope. Don’t be too down, don’t grieve. The upper realm will thrive too!”

How pitiful!

He sympathized with March.

Giant Axe comforted him for a while, feeling sorrow for March—it was over, the Iron-Eating Clan was gone.

Could it be Bai Zhan’s doing?

If so… that would be very troublesome!

But March was speechless, frowning. They definitely weren’t dead—if they were, he would have felt it. So where had everyone gone?

Soon, March casually grabbed a wandering being outside the domain.

He hadn’t expected to learn much, but… he was shocked to hear that Su Yu had evacuated everyone to the Netherworld Domain, and done so openly, sinking the entire Tianyuan Domain!

March was taken aback. They went to the Netherworld Domain?

So had his strength recovered or not?

Giant Axe sympathized again, “How tragic… Bai Zhan went too far, driving them into the Netherworld Domain. Is that a place for people? Death energy everywhere—life there is impossible!”

Too miserable!

Thinking this, Giant Axe sighed, “Last time’s losses were too heavy. It was to save us that they clashed with the Prison King’s lineage. Enough, enough—if Su Yu’s side, besides that dog, has one more Heavenly King… I… I’ll lend him a hand!”

Too pitiful—fine, I’ll lower my standards!

Given this situation, forget three Heavenly Kings—if besides Fatball, they can produce even one more, it’s a miracle!

After all, he’s a generation’s human sovereign—how wretched his lot has become!

"Baizhan is no good either. Even if he conquered the Human Realm, he should at least leave them a place to live. He won't even let them stay in the Myriad Realms, driving them to the Netherworld Domain—isn't that utterly ruthless?"

The Giant Axe sighed helplessly, "How can a sovereign act like this? Most improper!"

After scolding Baizhan a few times, he looked at March, "Then what do we do now?"

"Let's go to the Abyss Domain and see what's happening!"

March also didn't know what to do. Forget it, let's first find Su Yu and the others!

He hadn't thought much of it before, but after the Giant Axe's words, he suddenly felt that Su Yu was quite pitiful. He must be living a very hard life now, with my clan following him—perhaps... also in desolation!

At this thought, March's face was full of sympathy.

Truly pitiful!

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