pjbooks Chapter 359 Essence of Life, The Holy Lord's Plans
Chapter 359 Essence of Life, The Holy Lord's Plans
What... is going on?
Chen Yifan was stunned.
He could feel it clearly.
The energy that flowed into the body through the fingertips was pure, gentle, and non-aggressive.
Moreover, wherever the energy passed, his weakened soul, which had been weakened by activating [Steal All Things], was also affected.
It was like land that had been parched for a long time and finally received rain.
It is being rapidly nourished and repaired.
Even the cracked purple-gold pagoda in his sea of consciousness slowly regained its luster under the soothing influence of this energy.
This is not a tracking mark at all.
This is clearly... a highly nutritious food!
Chen Yifan was completely dumbfounded.
He held the green crystal needle up to his eyes.
Using the dim light inside the cave, he mobilized his external spiritual power and began to analyze layer by layer.
As the analysis deepened, the expression on his face changed from confusion to shock.
Finally, it transformed into a complex expression that was a mixture of anger and enlightenment.
This crystal needle is neither a tracker nor a time bomb.
Its essence contains strong life energy.
It is large enough to instantly restore a dying person to their peak condition.
It can even purify and enhance one's talents and bloodline to a certain extent.
Therefore, the Holy Lord left this thing not to monitor him, much less to kill him.
But...
They're mocking him!
In Chen Yifan's mind, the image of the Holy Lord shattering his sternum with a single finger and completely crushing him with pure physical force flashed through his mind.
"So weak."
"What a waste of resources."
The Holy Lord's contemptuous words rang in his ears once more.
Chen Yifan understood everything instantly.
In the eyes of an being like the Holy Lord, his physical body was as weak as paper, unable to withstand his "perfect and unlocked" spiritual body.
Therefore, he left behind this drop of life essence.
Like a gardener who thinks the soil in the flowerpot is too barren and doesn't do justice to that unique and unparalleled flower, so he casually throws in a bag of the finest fertilizer.
He was telling Chen Yifan in this way, in a very direct and blatant way:
Your body is in terrible shape. Quickly use the "nutrients" I've given you to replenish it properly, and don't waste your interesting soul.
Once I've matured this vessel of your "divine body," I'll come back to take it.
"Heh...hehe..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Having figured all this out, Chen Yifan could no longer hold back and let out a low, suppressed laugh.
There was no joy in that laughter, only endless coldness and murderous intent.
It was treated as a work of art waiting to be harvested, a container waiting to be prematurely matured.
This feeling made him even angrier than if he had been killed!
……
at the same time.
Deep in the mountains of Shiwan, on an ancient altar that never sees the light of day.
The Holy Lord, whose hair resembled dark green vines, slowly opened his eyes.
He could clearly feel that the "mark" he had left deep in the soul of that amusing thief had been forcibly stripped away by a tyrannical and unreasonable force.
"Oh?"
The Holy Lord showed no anger whatsoever; instead, he let out a pleasant chuckle.
"It's solved so quickly? That's quite a pleasant surprise."
He stretched out his pale, slender finger and gently tapped it in the air.
A drop of dark green blood flew from his fingertip and transformed into a water mirror in mid-air.
The mirror showed Chen Yifan inside the mine, holding a green crystal needle, his expression constantly changing.
"As expected of an 'outsider' without a mental lock, their resilience and adaptability far surpass those of the natives of this world."
The Holy Lord looked at Chen Yifan in the mirror with the same obsessive and fanatical gaze that an artist would give to his most prized work.
"You're not too stupid; you understood my intention so quickly."
His voice was low and hoarse as he muttered to himself:
"The 'engine' of this world, in order to prevent the crops on the farm from growing too well and breaking free of control, has placed two shackles on all the souls born in this land."
"One is the mental lock, which limits the upper limit of the soul."
"The other barrier is the genetic lock, which imprisons the body's potential."
"At this point, I can only pry open a crack in the genetic lock; I can never truly break free."
"Only you..."
The Holy Lord's gaze was fixed on Chen Yifan in the mirror, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light.
"Only a complete variable like you, without any mental locks, is qualified and capable of bearing my most perfect life crystallization and completely shattering that ridiculous genetic lock!"
"Faster, faster..."
"Grow up quickly and become the person I want to be..."
"My...work of art."
……
Inside the mine.
Chen Yifan's laughter stopped abruptly.
His expression returned to its cold calm.
Are you angry?
Of course I'm angry.
But pure anger solves nothing.
Since the Holy Lord is so arrogant, treating him as a vessel that can be manipulated at will.
Well.
Then I will do as he wishes.
Who will get back at whom in the end is still uncertain...
A hint of madness flashed in Chen Yifan's eyes.
He stopped worrying about the Holy Lord's schemes and focused all his attention on how to maximize the value of this drop of "fertilizer"!
Breaking the genetic lock!
Unlike his non-indigenous soul.
This is a genuine act of breaking free from the shackles of this native physical body.
He will use the nourishment given by the Holy Lord to shatter this sky, shatter this world, and shatter the ultimate shackles imposed on all living beings!
Do it when you think of it!
Without any hesitation, Chen Yifan poured all the top-tier materials he had swindled from the Order Council members out of his storage ring with a thought.
The Void Dragon Lizard's Reverse Scale, shimmering with a deep blue light.
The [Earth's Core Fire Essence] burning with dark red flames.
The [Eternal Ice Soul] exudes an aura of extreme cold.
……
More than a dozen rare materials, any one of which would be enough to cause legendary-level powerhouses to fight over, were now casually piled on the ground like a pile of garbage, their precious light radiating and illuminating the entire dim mine like a temple.
"Holy Lord, do you intend to use me as a vessel?"
Chen Yifan looked at the pile of treasures in front of him, then at the green crystal needle in his hand that was radiating a powerful life force, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Then I'll use your nourishment, and the money I'd have saved from these tin cans as a coffin, to forge myself into a 'divine body' that even you can't break!"
"I'll see who becomes whose vessel in the end!"
He took a deep breath and threw all the materials, along with the green crystal needle, into a simple alchemy array in front of him.
The next second, he placed his palm in the center of the magic circle.
A vast amount of heretical spiritual power surged in!
"Melt it for me!"
Just as Chen Yifan began refining the materials and crystal needles.
Thousands of miles away, at the deepest point of the unfathomable Mariana Trench.
On the core of the World Engine, which resembled a sleeping behemoth, an inconspicuous red rune representing "Gene Lock Rule Monitoring" suddenly lit up without warning!