The Master of Beasts-Chapter 671 - 192_2
"If I don't have to, I don't want to come here and take your disdain!" Jialouluo said in a deep voice.
"You knew, and still came?"
"I want to know what's happening with the resurrection of the Evil Ghost Clan now?"
"What situation? Aren't you one of the Twelve Holy Kings, reputedly the strongest? How can you not know?" Zi Hao mocked.
"I was sealed a long time ago; I only learned about the destruction of the Evil Ghost Clan when I emerged not long ago." Jialouluo didn't care about Zi Hao's attitude, he just wanted an answer now.
"I see!"
Zi Hao suddenly flashed a peculiar smile, thought about something, and waved his hand to release a set of teaware, sitting cross-legged in mid-air while white clouds gathered underground.
"Discuss in detail?"
"Sure!"
White clouds ascended, and the priceless Purple Spirit Five-Colored Immortal Tea was slowly brewed.
"Good tea, but I'm more interested in knowing the situation with the Evil Ghost Clan!"
Watching Jialouluo chew like a cow swallowing peonies, Zi Hao shook his head speechlessly, carefully tasted the tea, and then slowly said, "The answer to that question starts from the very beginning."
"Listening attentively."
"The destruction of the Evil Ghost Clan was due to its overwhelming strength at that time, and surely you understand the nature of your clan, so its annihilation was deserved."
"Your High Priest must have foreseen this long ago; opening the Underworld passage back then wasn't necessarily to conquer the Underworld, but perhaps to leave a new land of survival for the clan!"
"Is that so? No wonder the fight with the Underworld came so suddenly," Jialouluo realized, a speculation he had considered back then but wasn't certain about.
"Then it was simple; you didn't anticipate the strong power of the Underworld. Normally, with your strength, dominating the entire True Realm wouldn't be a problem, but the Underworld divided too much of your focus and strength."
"The Demon Clan rose, and the Human Clan was unwilling to be kept like sheep and pigs."
"So my clan was destroyed? Why did the High Priest seal me and Farley, and Lucifer too!" This was what Jialouluo couldn't understand - at a time when strength was crucial, the strongest three were sealed.
"Haha, I really admire your High Priest; I never thought someone could be so crazy, and he even succeeded!"
"Not long after you three were sealed, the Demon Clan was the first to initiate a war against the Evil Ghost Clan."
Zi Hao cleared his throat and continued, "Initially, even with the distraction of the Underworld, the Demon Clan was far from your match; the Nine Great Saint Kings directly wiped out the so-called Twelve Demon Kings, yet you were too arrogant!"
"You didn't clean up the Demon Clan thoroughly, instead tossing them aside and continuing to handle Underworld affairs, while your High Priest was preparing for another world-shaking event!"
"After a period of eerie calm, the Demon Clan returned, this time united with the Human Clan and all other aliens dissatisfied with Evil Ghost rule!"
"This battle was earth-shaking; the Nine Great Saint Kings were strong, but no matter how strong, they were only Daluo. The combined Daluo of all clans greatly outnumbered them, and eventually, the Nine Great Saint Kings were besieged and destroyed, marking the end for the Evil Ghost Clan."
"Then your High Priest appeared, bringing with him a new batch of Evil Ghosts harnessing the Underworld's power; these Evil Ghosts weren't just powerful, they also possessed the unique Yin Qi energy of the Underworld!"
"The allied forces were defeated; logically, the Evil Ghost Clan was set to reclaim True Realm dominance, but unfortunately, these new Evil Ghosts didn't wish to submit to the High Priest's orders and obediently rule."
"So these new Evil Ghosts wiped out the Evil Ghost Clan?" Jialouluo interjected.
"Not quite; those new Evil Ghosts, upon sensing the Underworld's aura, stormed into the Underworld, sparking a war, which led the major forces of the Underworld to unite against the Evil Ghost Clan."
"Without the Nine Great Saint Kings, of course the Evil Ghost Clan couldn't withstand, and your High Priest preserved the last batch of pure-blood Evil Ghosts, even foresaw the appearance of the Heavenly Gate."
"Although it cost his life, the result was quite favorable, at least now the Evil Ghost Clan is reborn again!" Zi Hao said with a sly smile.
Jialouluo squinted his eyes, slowly digesting all this, and gravely said, "The current Evil Ghosts are the new Evil Ghosts!"
"Smart!"
"Possessing the ability to almost create a new race, if only an ordinary race, it would be one thing, but further fortifying the already powerful Evil Ghosts - do you think the Heavenly Dao would allow it?"
"Such defiance of the heavens cannot come without a price!"
"So the true Evil Ghost Clan essentially just consists of me and Farley, and Lucifer, who is still sealed in an unknown place?"
"Logically, yes, but although these resurrected Evil Ghosts have a slightly altered bloodline from yours, many of them do wish to revive the clan's prestige!" Zi Hao replied with a faint smile.
"Turns out they're cannon fodder!" Jialouluo laughed.
Mindless, wanton destruction, explosive temperament, and strength - the perfect candidates for cannon fodder, right?
"Don't make it sound so negative; you can still carve out a world, can't you? After all, you are the legendary strongest Holy King!" Zi Hao said, staring intently at Jialouluo.
Jialouluo looked back, a spark in his eyes.
"Bang"
A loud explosion echoed out of nowhere, and the two laughed heartily as they each departed.
Sitting atop the clouds, Zi Hao coughed twice, purple blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Indeed worthy of the legendary strongest Holy King; this level of power is perhaps only matched by Song Bei, this Living Shura!"
"But what does this have to do with me? Even if the True Realm is in turmoil, what matters? I just want to experience the cycle of life and death!"
"Don't you agree, Ah Nian!"
Zi Hao caressed the red sachet in his hand affectionately; it held all his hopes, more than anything in the outside world.
......
Having learned everything, Jialouluo now only wished to find Farley for clarity.
As for the brief skirmish with Zi Hao earlier, it didn't really matter; having become the strongest Holy King, such challenges were frequent, the recent encounter being merely a greeting.
"Farley!"
At the dark entrance, Jialouluo shouted.
"Tap tap tap"
Swiveling her fiery figure slowly out, Farley crossed her arms and said, "Jialouluo? How do you have time to come to me? You seem quite displeased!"
"I guess you've learned about what happened after your sealing, huh."
"Sigh, that talkative old man Zi Hao at the Five Elements Sect, it was bound to happen that you'd find out."
"Don't look at me like that; follow me!"
With a grim expression, Jialouluo followed Farley without asking, just quietly tagging along behind.
Passing through the narrow, deep passageway, Jialouluo was stunned by the scene before him.
Just there, cocoons hung from the cave's ceiling, through the silk layers outside, it was clear that small Evil Spirits were being nurtured, slowly growing within.
"This task was handed to me by the High Priest before sealing me, to take out the seeds he truly left behind after resurrection and raise them to maturity," Farley said with a complex expression.
Everyone knew the Twelve Holy Kings were the pillars of the Evil Ghost Clan, but who knew the High Priest's strength was comparable to any Saint King; even to the end, he never acted personally, sacrificing himself silently just to leave this sliver of hope for the Evil Ghost Clan."
"Why?" Jialouluo asked, with a complex gaze.
The aura emitted by those cocoons was identical to the High Priest's, their growth fueled by his life energy.
"Why, for the continuity of the race, for the eternity of the Evil Ghost Clan!" Farley declared solemnly.
"Jialouluo, you've played long enough, the Evil Ghost Clan now needs your strength, shed this feeble form!" Farley laid a hand on Jialouluo's forehead, a strange rune appearing on her other hand.
"Crack"
Silently, it was as if an unseen shackle had been unlocked, though Jialouluo's appearance didn't change at all, the aura he emitted transformed dramatically.
Wicked, bloody, furious, domineering.
"Ah, that's how it is, just been asleep too long, Farley, leave it to me from here on!"
"Lucifer has rested enough too, he should come out for a spin."
"In Ming Sea!" Farley handed him a piece of coordinates.
"Alright, I understand."
After giving the cocoons one last deep glance, Jialouluo walked out without expression.
"World, the Evil Ghosts have returned; I hope you can withstand it!" Farley shivered involuntarily.
The title of the strongest Holy King wasn't just a casual declaration.
