Chapter 514 - 482: The First Seven-star Level Marvel

Song Ciwan learned from her conversation with Yun Yue that the insect problem in the Giant Spirit Realm had once been extremely severe.

This realm was lush with flora. Seemingly ordinary blades of grass could grow dozens of zhang tall. The mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees were all immense, and so too were this world’s insects.

The insects were enormous and reproduced rapidly. Once an infestation took hold, the plants and trees would be devoured in a short time.

The Spirit Star Race, however, lived on the dew from plants, so the vitality of the flora in their territory was indispensable.

To prevent the insects from devouring all the vegetation in their territory, the Spirit Star Race waged a long-standing war against the pests.

After countless years of struggle, the Spirit Star Race eventually developed the masterful art of Raising and Taming Insects!

Ever since they learned how to raise and tame insects to control their populations, the infestations gradually ceased to be a threat to the Spirit Star Race’s survival.

The territory of the Spirit Star Race became a land filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers, brimming with life.

Heaven and Earth were in harmony, and the years passed in tranquility.

The Spirit Star Race were simple by nature, possessing no desire for expansion nor a liking for slaughter and conflict. To live, they needed only to sip the wind and drink the dew. Even their reproduction depended on a Spiritual Liquid—

Deep within the Spirit Star Race’s Flower Country, there was a Peony King Flower. The Spiritual Liquid in its pistil possessed the power to grant pregnancy.

Regardless of gender, anyone who reverently approached it and drank a single drop of its dew could become pregnant and, after a ten-month gestation, give birth to an offspring.

In other words, for the Spirit Star Race to have children, there was no need for romantic love, nor a need to form families. If they wanted a child, they would go and ask for a drop of the Flower King Spiritual Liquid. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t, and no one would interfere.

Besides, their lives were long, and they did not easily die of old age, so there was no compelling need for them to have descendants.

No romantic love, no desire for conflict, no ambition for expansion... The only defining trait of the Spirit Star Race was their love of beauty.

So simple and pure, yet full of a love for life—if they weren’t happy, who could be?

As Yun Yue spoke, Song Ciwan began to feel that this Giant Spirit Realm, this Flower Country, was truly a rare sanctuary in the world.

The arrival of Zhang Ping and her group was like a horde of giant rats breaking into a pristine rice vat. At first, the rats concealed themselves masterfully, using trade as a pretense to lull the Spirit Star Race into a false sense of security.

Once the Spirit Star Race grew accustomed to trading with them and developed a sense of familiarity and fondness, they struck from the shadows, gradually devouring them.

It was easy to imagine that if Song Ciwan hadn’t arrived and interrupted Zhang Ping’s vicious plot, Yun Yue’s fate would have been to be bled to death.

And once Yun Yue was dead, Zhang Ping would have obtained more Five Elements Crystal Pearls, and her power would have grown exponentially.

From the Nascent Soul Stage to the Soul Emergence Stage, and then to the Divine Separation Stage... Not to mention how many members of the Spirit Star Race would have been secretly murdered to reach that point, but if Zhang Ping’s power truly grew to the Divine Separation Stage, she would be no different from a True Immortal in the Mortal World!

With the power of a True Immortal, could she sweep through the entire Giant Spirit Realm?

If the Giant Spirit Realm fell and more Five Elements Crystal Pearls found their way into the Mortal World, into the hands of the Golden Core Dao Cultivators, what would the Mortal World become?

As Song Ciwan’s thoughts reached this point, a chill ran down her spine, and she suddenly had a strange feeling.

’On my travels this time, I encountered Wu the Ninth and followed him into the Giant Spirit Realm. Was it really... just a simple coincidence? Was it destined by fate? A communion between heaven and man? Or guidance from the great unknown?’

Song Ciwan remembered that the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List was not only a ranking but also a supreme treasure of fortune.

According to the legends passed down in the Nine Provinces, the higher a being ranked on the list, the greater the boost to their fortune.

And Song Ciwan—not only did her true self, Song Zhao, occupy third place on the list, but her alias, Lu Bell, also held fourth place.

’One person, two names on the list, occupying third and fourth place... How could my fortune not be strong?’

At this thought, a powerful surge of emotion welled up in Song Ciwan’s chest, but she controlled herself, not letting a hint of it show on her face.

In the mine, Yun Yue stood with her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out, and said angrily, "Madam Zhang... is too, too bad! I’m going to tell... the Grand Elder! These people... these people from the Mortal World, they’re all villains. We have to seal the gate... don’t... don’t let them come... come back again!"

Riding this intense feeling of surging fortune, Song Ciwan silently manipulated the Heaven and Earth Scale and sold Zhang Ping’s Nascent Soul.

[You have sold the damaged Nascent Soul of an Insect Race Cultivator who dual-cultivated Soul Emergence and Refining Spirit. You have obtained one Seven-star Level Marvel: the Ancient God’s Horn.]

Ancient God’s Horn: A Seven-star Level Marvel. When blown, it can summon a complete Void Shadow of an Ancient Divine Insect Race Variant. This shadow can be controlled to fight for a quarter of an hour, after which it will dissipate on its own.

This Marvel can only be used once, and its use consumes one thousand years of lifespan.

’My first Seven-star Level Marvel!’

’Even though it can only be used once and costs a thousand years of life, none of that is a problem.’

’First of all, it’s Seven-star Level. This is a Seven-star Level item!’

’Even the Green Fall Yellow Springs Leaf, which can reach the highest green heavens and the lowest Yellow Springs, traversing anywhere in the Three Realms, was only a Six-star Level item. So, how terrifyingly powerful would a Seven-star Level Marvel be?’

Second was the word "Variant." This term revealed a subtle piece of information.

Song Ciwan would not overlook the Heaven and Earth Scale’s previous description of Zhang Ping’s Nascent Soul—

Previously, after Song Ciwan had captured Zhang Ping’s Soul Emergence Nascent Soul, the Heaven and Earth Scale had described it as a "damaged Nascent Soul containing the larva of the Ancient Divine Insect Race."

’Larva... Variant!’

’Are these level descriptions for the Ancient Divine Insect Race?’

’I don’t know what level comes after Variant, but at this moment, I feel as if one of the terrifying veils shrouding the Ancient Divine Insect Race has been lifted.’

’Although there are countless more veils behind this one, lifting this key layer is exceptionally significant.’

It was like the first glimmer of dawn piercing an endlessly dark night!

Song Ciwan’s heart pounded in her chest as inspiration flooded her mind, and a powerful feeling suddenly washed over her.

She raised her hand, placed it on Yun Yue’s right shoulder, and said, "Yun Yue, don’t move. I’ve found the final step to detoxify you!"

Yun Yue’s body instantly froze. She stood obediently in place without moving a muscle.

Song Ciwan extended a finger and gently tapped the center of Yun Yue’s brow.

An upgraded version of the Ganlin Spell—the Ganlin Healing Skill—was cast. A fine watery mist appeared around Yun Yue’s head and face, and she immediately closed her eyes in enjoyment.

The Spirit Star Race lived by sipping wind and drinking dew, making them naturally attuned to water.

The watery mist from the Ganlin Healing Skill made Yun Yue feel extremely comfortable. As she closed her eyes to enjoy it, she was unaware that a gossamer-thin strand of Samadhi True Fire, cloaked by the Ganlin Healing Skill, suddenly turned ethereal and slipped into her mind.

In this process, Song Ciwan had also used the Path of Space.

The Samadhi True Fire, seemingly illusory yet real, passed through her body. For a moment, Yun Yue felt as if a scorching hot, thin thread had passed through her head, giving a slight, sharp sting.

Then, Song Ciwan withdrew her hand.