Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

A lycah male, short and average-looking, dressed in an emerald-green martial arts outfit, sauntered over with a sneer on his face. He had a first-floor Heavenly Genesis cultivation. Behind him was a group of fellow lycahs with similar outfits.

Lang Xue noticed their approach and glanced at them. On their shirts were a star-shaped lime-green embroidery. Inside this star was a flame that looked vividly real. If one stared at it closely, it was slowly dancing as it flickering in the wind.

"Oy! I’m shocked to see you here." The short man sneered, his eyes contained deep contempt and disdain. "Seems like you’ve finally decided to no longer pointlessly struggle and accept your place in the world."

Lang Xue’s eyes turned ice-cold. If looks could kill, this short man would die an unimaginably horrible death. However, the short man’s eyes and the others grew even more disdainful. They were even chuckling.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Pinaka knew that the Sirius Titan Realm was a seventh-level heavenly-tier force. That was no longer the case. It had grown an entire level, with multiple forces reaching the eighth-level. Therefore, in comparison to the Xiantu Realm, Heavenly Genesis experts were far, far more common.

The main reason for this could be described in a single word: Legacy.

A sixth-level force wouldn’t have a legacy. However, a seventh-level force would have conceptual law legacies due to reaching the sovereign level in law comprehension. They could produce Regalias of the Heavens for comprehension support of junior generation and conceptual methods that detailed specific notes, paths to cultivate, and arts.

With this, the legacy of cultivators was far greater in these realms. This is even more prevalent in eighth-level forces and even more dominantly displayed in ninth-level forces. After all, their legacies were deeper and their experts could lead the junior generations down their pre-traveled path easier.

Therefore, the number of Heavenly Genesis cultivators in the Sirius Titan Realm was extraordinary! However, in terms of status and power, lower-stages of the Heavenly Genesis realm was essentially the same as Origin Core experts in the Xiantu Realm. While middle-stages were similar to True Essence experts and upper-stages were the heavenly cultivators.

Of course, this varied. If a heavenly cultivator comprehends a World Law, they would be valued higher. If they succeed in condensing their own Mortal Dao, they would be valued even higher. The respect given is greater and the doors that are open are more numerous.

Furthermore, an expert with a Mortal Law with a bestowed lower-tier dao could be considered the lowest foundation in the Heavenly Path.

Lang Xue has this type of foundation. In truth, the majority did.

Her Mortal Dao was bestowed upon her. It was the Mortal Dao of Diligence. This was a very, very common dao. Essentially, as long as you’re willing to put in the work in anything you do, you can accept it. In truth, ten percent of the Sirius Titan Realm cultivators at the lower-stages have this dao.

Her concept was the Silver Dusk of the Saber, a concept of the Mortal Law of Saber. It encapsulates oppressive, suppressive, and fierce end of the day.

A single saber, at dusk, slay all!

She was the lowest form of the Heavenly Genesis Realm beneath the heavens. Even though she has claimed a seventh-floor Heavenly Genesis expert as her master, this didn’t mean much in the eyes of others. As cultivation continues to progress, there is one rule that never changes.

World Laws, regardless of what, overwhelms ALL Mortal Laws. The same is true for Imperial Laws towards World Laws.

The short man spat a wad of spit on the floor, "Yun Xuli." His words caused Lang Xue’s expression to change. "If it wasn’t for Lord Yun Xuli blessings, you think that walking around like this would be possible? Hurry and skedaddle back to his bed." The man laughed, gave one last disdainful look and left.

When this was said, the others, both male and female alike, sneered. Some felt pity, others felt complex, but the majority looked as if they were enjoying her situation.

"You bastard! I’ll kill you one day." Lang Xue swore in her heart. However, besides clenching her teeth, she said nothing in response. It was as if she could only take this insult.

"Oh?" A voice resounded nearby. "I didn’t think you were infamous rather than famous." Yan Zaizen appeared out of nowhere. He sauntered over, his eyes filled with a calm interest. He had finished the trial a while ago, but he was transported quite a distance away. He entered chaotic space and traveled here.

He also realized that the location he was at likely was located in chaotic space. After all, he was gone for about thirty seconds in real-time despite the hour or so in the trial. This startled him a little, but he found it reasonable in the end. After all, where would you keep an inheritance?

Lang Xue was shocked that Yan Zaizen appeared. Not to mention, he was wearing a different attire, it was a silver and blue robe and shirt. He looked far more dashing than before. Yan Zaizen’s previous clothes were destroyed so he had no choice but to change. He felt helpless thinking about his previous dark-amber outfit and its value being completely wasted.

"If you were going to trick me, why do so like this?" Lang Xue felt that Yan Zaizen hid, not participating in the trial, just to see if anyone would approach her without him. After that happened, he appeared.

Yan Zaizen just shrugged. "What do you want from me?" The only reason he came back was to see what she wanted. If he had just left, he would always be curious and it’ll itch at his brain.

"..." She was silent.

"Do you want me to be your husband?" He directly asked. He wasn’t sure, but from the conversation, perhaps she wanted to use him as a shield against this Yun Xuli. If so, then the answer given was quite boring.

"..." She still didn’t respond, her eyes revealing deep hesitation.

"If you don’t answer, I’m leaving." He sighed, said, and turned around.

"Wait!" She sent him a soul transmission. The others outside who heard his words were already looking at Yan Zaizen with shook at his question. After a quick estimation of his strength, they coldly smiled and ignored him as if he was a fool for his ignorance.

"I’ll tell you, but not here."

In the outer orbit of the Grand Sirius, Yan Zaizen, Tao, and Lang Xue were on the deck of the realmship. Bai Lufeng was cultivating. After his heart demon was dealt with, he’s been heavily focusing on cultivation. Yan Zaizen didn’t feel the need to disrupt him for this. After all, it didn’t matter if he was here or not.

"I’m a half-breed, a hybrid of the Gigantus Race and the Pale Arctic Wolf. The Gigantus is extraordinary, but the Pale Arctic Wolf is a...the pale arctic wolves are true slaves." Her words contained reluctance and unyielding defiance.

"True slaves?" Yan Zaizen was shocked. What’s a ’true’ slave?

Through clenched teeth, "The Pale Arctic Wolf had fought a grand war with the Yun Clan, a Gigantus Race seventh-tier force. They lost. After, their future generations were given an inherited slave seal. They are slaves from birth to the Yun Family. I was born from the Yun Family and from an Pale Arctic Wolf. A disgrace, an existence that shouldn’t exist."

Yan Zaizen and Tao were silent. Their emotions were complex. To think there was such a thing. Forever enslaving an entire race?!

Lang Xue’s eyes flashed with profound sadness that seemed to illustrate her struggles. "Because of my unique birth, I was given an exception. I would have my slave seal removed if one of two things happen." When she reached this part, her teeth were clenched to the point it made screeching sounds. Yan Zaizen could’ve sworn he heard her growl like a wolf.

Tao was a little shocked.

"...If I reached the Heavenly Genesis Realm equivalent in the bodily path before ten thousand years, if I become Yun Xuli’s personal and private cauldron for one hundred and fifty thousand years, I’ll be given my freedom."

"..." Yan Zaizen was aghast.

"..." Tao’s mind went blank.

Holy...

So she didn’t need Yan Zaizen as her husband. But then...what?

"What about me? Why do you need me?" Yan Zaizen was genuinely curious.

"...the second route." Her voice was low, but her eyes blazed with an unfathomable light. "To buy my freedom."

"..." Tao mind snapped back after hearing this. His eyes flashed with brilliance. He now understood.

Yan Zaizen did too. He sighed softly. "You were going to deliver me to them for the realmship?" After all, a realmship is something only top-tier forces have. Even fourth-level and fifth-level heavenly forces wouldn’t have one or can afford one.

It required a cultivator that reached the Domain level in spatial laws. He reached that, but spatial laws were a World Law. An upper-tier World Law! Reaching such a level was profoundly difficult. The myriad realms may be large, and there may be hundreds of thousands of realmships, but if you consider, truly consider the vastness of the myriad realms in comparison, the rarity of it was incredible.

Yan Zaizen had learned of the exact value of his realmship from the memories of the pirate captain. It was worth about three hundred thousand heavenly drops - market price. This was more than enough for someone to ascend to the fourth-floor, with some to spare to buy formations, talismans, and armaments to match.

"How much do you need?" Tao asked suddenly, his eyes flashing.

"Eight hundred thousand...heavenly drops..."

"..."

"..."

"Well, good luck with that." Yan Zaizen calmly said, walking towards the helm.