Chapter 557: Father, You Are Prejudiced! (1/2)

GDK 557: Father, You Are Prejudiced!

Black Jade City. Inside a sumptuous castle in the east.

Han Shuo, his three ladies, and Sanguis temporarily took residence in this castle in Black Jade City. It was regarded as one of the best and most luxurious residences for the most honorable guests of Manticole’s. Although it wasn’t as magnificent as the Demon King’s Palace, it didn’t pale much in comparison.

For a few days in a row, Han Shuo and his ladies had been staying in this castle. There was an abundance of servants and maids who would help with their everyday lives. They were enjoying life to the greatest extent.

Sanguis, this demonic arts apprentice who finally possessed power, skipped on sleep and meals to cultivate Bloodgod Mantra. With Han Shuo’s guidance, Sanguis made rapid progress in his understanding of the Bloodgod Mantra. He had been progressing at a rate that had astounded Han Shuo.

During the days he spent with Jasper, Hemanna, Sylph, and even Bord and Zinia, Han Shuo gradually came to understand the relationships between the Great Demon Kings of the Abyss realm. The five of them were divided into three sides: Leviathan and Manticole on one team, and Cecrops and Golander on another. Bechymos, however, was a lone operator. He hardly made dealings with other Demon Kings.

Manticole’s and Golander’s respective sides had practically never stopped warring with each other. The battle between the four Great Demon Kings had spread to their territories, which represented eighty percent of the land on the Abyss realm. War Demon Valley and Venomfang Castle were testaments to their constant conflict.

Of the five Great Demon Kings, the most mysterious one was Bechymos. The legends of this Demon King had spread through the Abyss realm since the beginning of time. Among the five, Bechymos had been present in this plane for the longest and he had the deepest understanding of the Abyss realm. He was also the most low-profile and quiet Demon King, and seemed to be happy with the status quo. He would never send expeditions to conquer the territories of the other four Demon Kings in the quest for more power of faith.

However, the other four Great Demon Kings wouldn’t take the initiative to provoke this Demon King who was the first to become a god. This was because it was Bechymos who told them about the existence of the Void. Besides, in the process of exploring the Void, the four had long learned of the terror that Bechymos was!

It was undeniable that Han Shuo had an intense covet for the Divine Weapon, Divine Essence, and Divine Soul inside the Void. In addition to the fact that the interplanar transportation matrix and secrets to the Cemetery of Death might be inside, Han Shuo was determined to make an excursion to the Void. Having made up his mind, Han Shuo began collecting information about the Void through all kinds of channels and methods.

Every time the Void was open, it wasn’t just the five Great Demon Kings who would enter. High-level Demons like Bord and Zinia too would follow behind their master into the Void. It was precisely thanks to this that Han Shuo managed to learn a thing or two about the situation inside the Void from Bord and Zinia. He came to understand that the Void indeed was an extremely horrible and chaotic place.

Time went by like calm winds as Han Shuo tried to understand the connection between the five Great Demon Kings of the Abyss through all means and methods. After studying the condition in the Void as much as he could, he started to make his own preparations for the expedition. He separated his three souls and began to cultivate inside one of the numerous secret chambers found within this castle.

One day, while Han Shuo was cultivating in seclusion, carefully comprehending all the wonderful uses of his consciousness, he suddenly sensed a joyous message that came from Little Skeleton who was in the Netherworld. With one thought, that soul of his attached to the skeletal staff, through the wonderful ability of the skeletal staff, immediately descended to the Netherworld. Inside the magnificent Palace of Undead, a continuous horrible, loud roar filled the boundless sky.

Intense element of death from every direction converged towards that palace. Little Skeleton, on his tall white-bone throne at the center of his palace, gave off an astonishing demeanor. That eye socket where the Purple Demon Eye used to be, now glowed with sinister green light. That miniaturized gravestone on his chest was like a whirlpool that could consume everything in its path as it condensed the element of death all around.

Clean and pure element of death covered the grounds. There seemed to be some kind of mysterious magnetic field in the space, which constantly drew in more and more element of death, causing it to be more and more intense. Sitting on that white-bone throne at the center of his palace, Little Skeleton gave off the imposing grandeur of the king of undead. Within his sparkling jade skeleton, there seemed to be some sort of bizarre fluid circulating rapidly.

Before the Little Skeleton, a crowd of undead creatures lay prostrate on the ground. They included Bone Dragon, Skeletal King, and King Zombie. They seemed to be waiting for something as they crouched on the ground in fear and trepidation.

Little Skeleton, proudly sitting tall on his white-bone throne while some kind of liquid flowed within his body, suddenly opened his mouth and spit up a lump of faint green mist. The mist seemed to contain some extremely abstruse necromancy brand. As though tiny snakes, they bored themselves into the bodies of those mighty undead creatures in front of Little Skeleton.

Then, all of a sudden, strands of thread-like energy began streaming from those mighty undead creatures back into Little Skeleton’s body. As Little Skeleton’s master, Han Shuo could sense a bit of Little Skeleton’s comprehension. He discovered that those strands of energy were like the fine threads of a spiderweb. They flowed into Little Skeleton’s body in a way that could not be understood visually.

This kind of energy was extremely weak and minute. However, gradually, the entire mountain was enveloped in that green mist. Thousands upon thousands of undead creatures discharged that kind of faint energy which then fell into Little Skeleton’s body, sitting upright on his throne.