Monsters Die When Killed

Chapter 278: Chapter 30: Burial Ground of Myriad Demons

"There is no need for anxiety, no need for fear." freewebnσvel.cøm

Profound thoughts reached out from the other side of the giant chasm, soothing the humanoid figure. "Just activate the various restrictive arrays that already exist in the Kunlun Realm. They won’t be able to discover what’s wrong with this world so quickly. Keep the Seal here hidden and slowly undo it. We will arrive in due time, grant you your freedom, and avenge your ancestors."

"Freedom..." The figure lowered its head, repeating the words. "Revenge."

Instantly, a jet-black hatred, one that seemed to spring from its very bloodline, surged forth. It recalled countless unbearable memories—of having its tendons pulled and bones stripped, its marrow and brain extracted, its power refined through the most vicious and malicious methods. These memories overwhelmed every corner of its mind capable of thought.

Those terrifying upright apes extracted their power, took on their forms, and hunted their own kind...

After some time, it finally regained its composure.

"Very well."

Some time later, the humanoid figure walked out of the palace. It raised its head, then transformed into a giant shadow and shot straight into the sky.

It flew above the firmament, looking down upon the vast world.

Long rivers cascaded from mountain peaks, their waters shimmering. Dense peach groves surrounded the vast Jade Pool. One by one, ancient peach trees, once thought withered, were revived. Nourished by the long-absent Spiritual Qi, they began to sprout tender new buds.

The overlapping mountain ranges were covered in dense vegetation and towering crags. Layer upon layer, they formed vast forests that resembled a carapace of scales growing across the land.

But those were not mountains.

They were skeletons.

The giant shadow gazed down upon the world. Its divine eyes could clearly discern that the seemingly majestic mountain peaks were, in fact, skeletons of unimaginable size—a Dragon skeleton thousands of meters long, tiger bones as tall as a mountain peak. And that gently sloping, dome-shaped mountain, buried beneath layers of earth, was actually the colossal shell of a Divine Turtle.

Their remains formed this world, this Secret Realm.

This was the Kunlun Secret Realm, the Hundred Gods’ Residence.

The burial ground... of countless monsters.

The giant shadow descended once more, landing atop a ’mountain peak.’ Seen from afar, the entire mountain looked just like a giant Roc Bird that had fallen to its death there.

And in fact, that was exactly what it was.

The shadow took on its humanoid form once more, landing at the very summit of this Bird Bone Peak, next to a shattered Cyan Glazed Treasure Pearl.

That was the very place where it had been born, sixteen years ago.

This humanoid form, so young it was almost ’delicate’, stood beside its own birthplace. Confused, it squatted down, hugged its knees, and sank deep into agonizing thought.

This time, jet-black hatred and memories surfaced in its mind once more.

But this time, the scenes in its memories were completely different from before—in fact, they were the exact opposite.

It was a memory of countless upright, hairless apes being devoured as prey by giant Monsters. Their bones were crushed, their brains sucked from their shattered skulls. The tribal encampments they had so painstakingly built were incinerated with a single flap of a flaming bird’s wings.

Some fought back under the leadership of their chieftains, while others could only flee in disarray.

But what remained the same was the hatred—the purest hatred, as if ignited in every fiber of their blood and marrow.

So they spent an incredibly long time imitating the power of those Giant Beasts, using the beasts’ own bloodlines to fight back. They even transformed themselves into the very Giant Beasts they despised, all to strike down another of their kind.

’This is... human... revenge.’

It muttered to itself, "This, then, is a ’Beast’."

’The two completely different, diametrically opposed memories in my bloodline make it too painful to think. The voice from the black chasm can’t be trusted. They’re just using me to open that Seal... but their voice is the only contact I have with the outside world.’

’But which side am I on? Am I truly the ’descendant of the Divine Bird’ they spoke of, or a descendant of the race called human—the one that stole the Divine Bird’s power?’

’And those remnants from the Immortal Realm... what do they think about all this?’