Free Web NovelChapter 772: Chapter 310: The 8 Divine Calculators!
In the chaotic dense forest, an Alien Race Ancient Saint was fleeing frantically like a dog without a home, his heart filled with endless terror.
Who was that just now?
What kind of method was that?
To be able to seal off the surroundings, suppressing their Power.
In an instant, turning them into ordinary people?
Moreover, after the two companions beside him were caught, their Essence Qi was absorbed at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.
Even outside the Primordial Great Mountains, he had never seen such an enemy.
In his panicked escape, Jiang Shi’s body had already silently and seamlessly appeared in front of him again, a fair large hand seeming to traverse space, grabbing the Alien Race Ancient Saint’s neck with immense strength.
The Alien Race Ancient Saint’s eyes widened in extreme fear, desperately trying to retreat and evade, but he couldn’t control his body at all.
His entire body seemed to directly crash into Jiang Shi’s large hand-like.
"No, senior, spare my life!"
He shouted.
Thud!
Five fingers instantly clamped onto the opponent’s neck, and the terrifying devouring power erupted again.
Ah!
A series of sharp, ear-piercing screams sounded, the previous scene played out again, the opponent’s body rapidly withered, its surface concave, Essence Qi wilting...
In the blink of an eye, only a skeletal frame was left, the entire body covered in cracks.
Jiang Shi gently released the opponent’s neck and exhaled lightly, as if he had just had a satisfying meal.
His pores expanded, Essence Qi surged, expelling some impurities from his body, making his flesh feel crystalline and seemingly further refined.
He clenched his fist, his fist powerfully strong, with tendons on his arm like swimming dragons.
"Feels pretty good."
Jiang Shi’s eyes flickered.
Devouring Ancient Saints, enhancing oneself, even if the conversion rate was very low, for him, it was undoubtedly a good thing.
He had already attained sanctity through his physical body, and now he was progressing further on the foundational sanctity.
Jiang Shi quickly set off again, leaving that place.
He activated the Talent of [Disguise], hiding his identity, making his appearance look like a middle-aged man, body thin and lank like a stick, his aura suppressed to near nothingness.
The further he walked, the more lively this world became.
There were indeed many Ancient Saints from all routes.
Various races and powerful beings gathered, turning the entire Great Heng into a grand feast of myriad races, all searching for him, discussing him.
Some were cursing, while others were condemning him.
"What mysterious person? Just a bunch of useless people, the Emperor’s Dao Inheritance right in front of them, yet other people obtained it, utterly useless!"
"Right, such a group of useless beings ruined the major event, still dared to make a big fuss, should be beaten to death!"
"Where is that mysterious person? Quickly come out, I, the Golden Divine Crocodile, will fight you fairly!"
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, let’s see how long you can hide once the Eight Great Divine Calculators deduce your whereabouts, I will tear you to shreds!"
All sorts of roars resounded continuously.
Jiang Shi felt cold inside, secretly sneered, passing by without paying any mind.
Eight Great Divine Calculators?
If they really were that divine, see if they could deduce that he too would face a life and death calamity.
To be safe, Jiang Shi quietly operated the [Red Sun Emperor Scripture], which apart from strong attacking methods and heaven-defying regenerative abilities, had a mysterious function of hiding one’s aura.
Once aura was concealed by the [Red Sun Emperor Scripture], it would be very difficult for anyone of the same level to perceive him.
That was his greatest reliance.
Jiang Shi, without delay, moved swiftly, directly disappearing from the place.
Finding the Profound Sun Ancient Saint wasn’t difficult, just asking around a bit, he already figured out the location of the Profound Sun Ancient Saint.
...
Thousands of miles away.
An array of palaces quietly stood, magnificent and luxurious, with many alien powerhouses gathered there to guard it, with a Grand Array surrounding it from all directions, layer upon layer, not even a mosquito could fly in.
In the deepest part of this palace.
There existed a spacious secret chamber.
Inside, the lighting was dim and extremely obscure.
A huge Eight Trigrams Map was carved onto the ground, eight figures with indifferent expressions stood at the eight different corners of the trigram.
Each held an abacus, continuously shaking it, producing rattling sounds, with each shake innumerable runes burst forth from their abacuses, densely packed, filling the entire secret chamber.
As the abacuses rattled faster, the space within the entire secret chamber rapidly darkened, as if a massive invisible vortex was spinning there.
"Almost found out, almost there."
One of the figures said with eyes closed, large beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead, his whole person resembling a burning furnace, the entire forehead becoming scorchingly hot.
In the extreme deduction, he seemed to vaguely explore a thread.
Yet that thread was blurry, as if buried by fate, the more he tried to see it clearly, the more uncomfortable it became, his Qi and blood surged, spirit exhausted, his Soul felt as if being strongly pricked.
Puff puff puff puff!
Suddenly, without exception, all eight figures spat out blood.
They opened their eyes, revealing a trace of shock.
"How could this be?"
"Could not deduce, there’s a layer of mysterious power obscuring fate, making it very hard to divine!"
