Free Web NovelChapter 79: Mantis Egg Sac in Tiny World
Clayne continued staring at the enormous egg sac resting before him while countless thoughts passed through his mind one after another. Ever since establishing the Beast Enslavement connection, he could vaguely sense the emotions coming from the creature inside.
The sensations were weak and muddled, almost like a newborn child that had not yet learned to think properly. There was hunger. There was anticipation. There was curiosity. Most importantly, there was no hostility directed toward him.
That fact alone greatly reassured him.
After all, he had witnessed firsthand how terrifying the Mother Mantis had become. If the creature growing inside this egg inherited even a fraction of that terrifying potential, then having it recognize him as an enemy would be an absolute disaster.
Still, another thought slowly emerged.
The Mother Mantis had become powerful because it consumed mutated creatures. Those mutated creatures had consumed fragments of heavenly tribulation tempered dried mango. Those fragments had absorbed spiritual qi from the Tiny World. In a sense, everything traced back to spiritual qi.
If that was the case, then what would happen if he placed the egg itself inside the Tiny World?
Would the creature hatch faster?
Would it absorb spiritual qi?
Would it evolve?
Would it become stronger?
The more he thought about it, the more tempted he became.
Eventually, his curiosity won him over.
Clayne carefully lifted the egg sac.
The thing was not particularly huge from his perspective. It was only about the size of two basketballs fused together. Compared to the Tiny World itself, it was insignificant. The Silent River Hill region alone was vastly larger.
With that thought in mind, Clayne activated the Tiny World.
The familiar pulling sensation appeared.
The egg vanished from reality.
Then appeared inside the Tiny World.
The instant the egg entered the Tiny World, the entire cultivation world shook violently.
The reaction was immediate.
The reaction was terrifying.
The reaction was unlike anything that had ever happened before.
Mountains trembled.
Rivers erupted.
Ancient forests swayed violently.
Valleys cracked.
The earth itself seemed to groan.
The sky darkened.
Then darkened further.
Then darkened even more.
Massive black clouds began gathering across the entire world.
Not one region.
Not one continent.
The entire world.
Boom!
A thunderous roar exploded from the heavens.
The sound was so loud that countless beasts collapsed onto the ground in fear.
Birds flying through the skies lost control and fell from the air.
Spirit beasts hiding deep within mountain ranges curled into trembling balls.
Even Nascent Soul beasts that normally dominated entire territories lowered their heads uneasily.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The heavens themselves seemed furious.
The spiritual qi of the world became chaotic.
Countless streams of spiritual energy surged wildly in every direction.
The clouds twisted.
Lightning flashed.
Thunder continuously roared.
The entire cultivation world seemed to be rejecting something.
As though an existence that should never have entered this world had suddenly appeared.
As though some forbidden object had crossed an invisible boundary.
As though fate itself had been violated.
Inside Silent River Hill, the egg sac rested motionlessly.
Yet every tremor seemed connected to it.
Every flash of lightning seemed directed toward it.
Every rumble of thunder seemed filled with hostility toward it.
Even the Silent Sword Sect disciples felt it.
Zi Yue suddenly opened her eyes during cultivation.
Her face became pale.
Senior Disciple Li stumbled out from meditation.
Several Core Formation disciples rushed outside.
Everyone stared at the heavens.
Everyone felt the same thing.
Fear.
Pure fear.
Not fear toward enemies.
Not fear toward death.
But fear toward something incomprehensible.
Something that should not exist.
Something that the world itself wished to erase.
Far away from Silent River Hill, the gathered cultivators immediately noticed the changes.
The cultivation world erupted into chaos. freёwebnovel.com
Outside the forbidden territory surrounding Silent River Hill, countless cultivators from countless factions had gathered during the previous days.
Righteous sects.
Demonic sects.
Sword sects.
Beast sects.
Corpse sects.
Independent cultivators.
Wandering experts.
Everyone had come because of the repeated heavenly phenomena surrounding Silent River Hill.
Many wanted opportunities.
Many wanted treasures.
Many wanted answers.
Unfortunately for them, what appeared this time was not an opportunity.
It was terror.
A Core Formation cultivator looked toward the sky and immediately shouted in alarm.
"What is happening to the heavens?!"
A Nascent Soul elder’s expression darkened.
"This pressure... it feels like the world is becoming unstable."
Another cultivator looked toward Silent River Hill.
The moment he did, his entire body froze.
His pupils contracted.
His breathing stopped.
His expression turned blank.
Then his black hair began turning white.
Not slowly.
Instantly.
The color drained away from every strand.
The surrounding cultivators immediately became alarmed.
Several people grabbed him.
"Elder!"
"What happened?"
"What did you see?!"
The old Nascent Soul cultivator trembled.
His lips shook uncontrollably.
Cold sweat covered his face.
For several moments, he could not even speak.
Eventually, he pointed toward Silent River Hill.
His voice emerged as a whisper.
"It looked at me."
The surrounding cultivators felt chills spread throughout their bodies.
"What looked at you?"
The old man swallowed.
Then spoke words that would haunt everyone who heard them.
"The thing inside the egg."
The atmosphere immediately became frozen.
Before anyone could ask further questions, a new phenomenon appeared.
Black mist began leaking from the egg sac.
At first it looked harmless.
Then more appeared.
Then even more.
Soon vast quantities of strange miasma spread outward.
The mist drifted through the air.
Silently.
Slowly.
Yet its effects were horrifying.
The first cultivators touched by the miasma screamed.
Their skin began melting.
Their flesh began dissolving.
Their bones became visible.
Then even the bones transformed into streams of pure essence.
The essence floated through the air.
Then was absorbed by the egg.
Everything happened within seconds.
Panic immediately erupted.
The calm gathering instantly transformed into complete chaos.
Countless cultivators activated treasures.
Countless cultivators activated talismans.
Countless cultivators activated defensive techniques.
Others attempted escape.
Others attempted flight.
Others simply screamed.
Unfortunately, the miasma continued spreading relentlessly.
Foundation Establishment cultivators died.
Golden Core cultivators died.
Even Core Formation cultivators discovered horrifying truths.
Their barriers worked.
But only temporarily.
The miasma continued corroding them.
Continued melting them.
Continued consuming them.
They could clearly feel themselves weakening.
They could clearly feel their life force disappearing.
Fear became absolute.
Meanwhile, inside the Nether Corpse Sect, countless alarms sounded simultaneously.
The entire sect mobilized.
Ancient formations activated.
Black pillars rose from the earth.
Corpse qi flooded the skies.
Tens of thousands of disciples gathered together.
Massive corpse beasts emerged from underground chambers.
Bone dragons awakened.
Ancient corpse generals stepped forward.
Every elder shouted commands.
Every disciple poured spiritual energy into the formations.
The entire sect became a fortress.
The sect master himself stood in the sky.
His robes fluttered violently.
His expression was grim.
"Hold the formation!"
"No disciple is allowed to leave!"
"Channel all spiritual energy!"
Thousands of voices responded in unison.
The enormous defensive barrier expanded further.
Countless corpse weapons floated above it.
Skull banners.
Bone spears.
Corpse swords.
Ancient coffins.
Everything was activated simultaneously.
At the same time, the Cleaving Heaven Sect was doing exactly the same.
Millions of sword lights illuminated the heavens.
The skies became filled with sword qi.
Defensive formations covered mountains.
Ancient sword arrays activated.
Every sword cultivator stood together.
Every elder released their cultivation.
Every disciple roared.
The entire sect transformed into a gigantic fortress of blades.
Sword intent surged endlessly.
Yet despite all these efforts, despite all these preparations, despite all these defenses, every cultivator could clearly feel it.
The miasma was still advancing.
Slowly.
Relentlessly.
Inevitably.
Then suddenly, the heavens shook once more.
A new pressure descended.
A pressure so overwhelming that even Soul Transformation cultivators changed expressions.
Far in the distance, a gigantic shield erupted into existence.
Then another.
Then another.
Layer after layer.
Barrier after barrier.
At the center stood an old man.
His robes were dark.
Ancient corpse runes glowed across the fabric.
His hair was gray.
His face was lined with scars accumulated across countless centuries.
Behind him floated a coffin.
A coffin so enormous that it resembled a mountain suspended in the sky.
Countless chains wrapped around it.
Ancient symbols covered every surface.
Merely looking at the coffin caused spiritual senses to ache.
The old man slowly stepped forward.
Every movement caused the heavens to tremble.
Every breath caused spiritual qi storms.
Every glance radiated terrifying authority.
The cultivators immediately recognized him.
Shock spread across every face.
Fear spread across every heart.
Because this old man was not merely an elder.
He was not merely a sect master.
He was a true monster who had stood at the summit of the cultivation world for thousands of years.
His gaze slowly moved toward Silent River Hill.
Toward the enormous egg sac.
Toward the thing hidden within.
Then his expression became more serious than it had ever been.
And for the first time in centuries, genuine caution appeared in his eyes.
