Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 891 - 54: The End of the Beast Court_2
Chapter 891 -54: The End of the Beast Court_2
The strength of the twelve cataclysmic creatures had actually surpassed the power level of the cataclysmic bosses. Yet Tang Feiji single-handedly defeated these twelve Titan Behemoths one by one.
This cataclysmic battle was nothing less than a baptism of ice and fire. The entire battlefield was unrecognizable; all the trees were either frozen or scorched to ashes.
Massive bolts of thunder crashed to the ground, leaving pits and craters, while giants fell one after another, akin to collapsing mountains.
The trembling of the earth had never ceased since the battle began.
Though Tang Feiji had suffered considerable injuries, when all the giants lay slumped on the ground, he reverted to his human form, still wearing a casual expression and muttering words of indifference like, “Not so bad.”
Tang Xiaojiu also displayed remarkable potential in the fight.
It was reminiscent of mythical tales: demons and gods were stronger than humans, yet offspring born from demons and humans—or gods and humans—were even more powerful than purebred demons or gods.
Tang Xian was beginning to understand why Qing JiuYu had said Xiaojiu could surpass her. The child of beasts and humans—such a unique existence in the world held ties, in some way, to the Lord of Eden’s ability to grant beasts the form of humans.
What exactly was the Lord of Eden’s true attitude toward humanity? This question remained a lingering enigma.
Tang Xian was not swayed by such thoughts. Whether it was a hint from the Lord of Eden or the Judge’s own intention, it was indeed the Judge who had destroyed human civilization and driven mankind into the Pyramids.
This confrontation with the Beast Court was something that was destined to happen.
Tang Xian advanced triumphantly along the way, his unstoppable momentum bolstered by the efforts of his companions. Those beasts who had sworn loyalty to the Sea God Cult were inspired and fought with increasing ferocity.
Victory followed victory, and Bai Mansheng’s efforts yielded equally favorable results. The forces of the Court were collapsing like an avalanche.
But Tang Xian had yet to locate the Sacred Mountain.
The submissive Golden Firebirds and Curse Skybirds tirelessly searched for the Sacred Mountain but found nothing.
The Beast Court was uprooted from the entirety of the northern continent, a truth known to all beasts now.
Yet none of the beasts celebrated.
Because the Judge was still alive.
The only surviving Beast God of this era still lived.
As long as the Judge lived, the Court could rise again from the ashes.
Tang Xian had yet to find the location of the Sacred Mountain.
The Sacred Mountain was constantly moving. Tang Xian thought it likely that the Judge was also making every effort to avoid him.
If the Judge had read the secret documents hidden in the Tower, it might have misunderstood him due to certain words from the Lord of Eden.
These indeed were favorable developments. If ever there was a perfect moment to defeat the Judge, that moment was now.
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The euphoria of complete victory began to dissipate during the prolonged search for the Sacred Mountain.
Tang Xian remained patient, but the beasts were growing anxious.
To them, the Beast God was an insurmountable peak. For thousands of years, it had become an invincible existence in their hearts.
As long as the Judge was alive, the fear it imbued in the beasts would continue to spread.
Though the beasts retained their fighting spirit for now, it was possible their resolve would dissolve over time.
Tang Xian grilled dog meat.
The Hellhound Cerberus had proven to be remarkably steadfast, fighting for the Court even to the bitter end. Tang Xian appreciated such unwavering enemies.
After all, if it had surrendered to him, roasting it might have felt a bit inappropriate.
Tang Xian kept pondering why the Judge would avoid him.
Was its aim in stalling time truly just to demoralize the army?
As Tang Xian chewed on the greasy dog meat, he couldn’t help but feel he had overlooked a crucial detail.
Seeing Tang Xian’s contemplative expression, Tang and Yuanwu knew better than to disturb him.
“The Lord of Eden suddenly hinted the location of the Tower to me so I could uncover the truth and, potentially, ally with it. In its estimation, I was likely to agree.”
“The Lord of Eden preemptively revealed itself because it detected some kind of change. Perhaps a new Beast God is awakening.”
His thoughts shifted to Junlin. Squinting his eyes, Tang Xian immediately realized the detail he had missed.
“Junlin initially swore allegiance to the Court, but I’ve been to the Sacred Mountain before. Junlin was not present.”
“At that time, I did not possess the strength to face Junlin in battle. If Junlin had participated in the beasts’ assault on me, I wouldn’t have survived.”
“Yet the Judge did not dispatch Junlin, and Junlin seems to have no knowledge of me.”
“Was it deliberately holding Junlin back to conserve strength? A Beast God wouldn’t act this way.”
“That leaves only one possibility—it couldn’t dispatch Junlin at the time.”
Tang Xian’s eyes gleamed with clarity as he grasped the core of the issue in that instant.
“Which means, during my intense battles with the Court’s judgment chiefs—before humanity relocated en masse to Baichuan City—Junlin might not have existed at all?”
“How did Junlin come into being?”
“Could it stem from the final forbidden land within the depths of the Sacred Mountain?”
Connecting his thoughts to Eden, to the life-giving essence embodied by the Lord of Eden, Tang Xian reached a pivotal conclusion:
“In the depths of the Sacred Mountain’s Forbidden Land lies the secret of the Eden Tribe’s creation of all life?”
“Could the Judge be delaying time to manufacture new beasts?”
Although these deductions lacked evidence, Tang Xian still felt a chilling apprehension as he pieced it together.
“No matter how advanced technology and organisms may be in this world, everything must adhere to the rules of physics. The Judge cannot create living beings out of thin air.”
With a lead and the right train of thought, Tang Xian quickly discerned the key to breaking the stalemate.
“Junlin. If I were the Judge, I would seek out Junlin.”
Tang Xian suddenly felt a wave of concern for Junlin.
It was at this moment that Tang Xian remembered the peculiar connection he shared with Junlin.
This was not merely Qing JiuYu’s one-sided soul crystal link to him but a mutual sensing bond.
Through this bond, vivid images emerged in Tang Xian’s vision.
A scorched earth, a massive floating island suspended in the sky. These fleeting images lingered briefly, but Tang Xian instantly recognized the place.
Additionally, his sea of consciousness seemed to be guided by an invisible force, pointing him in a direction.
His expression shifted from shock to calm.
“So that’s it… the Sacred Mountain is in the Red Lotus Hell.”
The Red Lotus Hell had become a lifeless wasteland. Thus, the beasts had never ventured there—just as humans avoided places steeped in eerie legends.
In the minds of the beasts, that gigantic sea turtle was an existence they dared not provoke.
After the sea turtle’s death, the Red Lotus Hell transformed from a land of ice and snow into an inferno of molten lava.
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In the Sacred Mountain, the prison.
Junlin lay heavily wounded, his consciousness muddled.
The Judge was simply too powerful. Though Junlin had assumed his strength, while insufficient to defeat the Judge, would at least prevent a crushing defeat, the reality proved otherwise.
Upon truly confronting the Judge, Junlin understood why the Beast Gods could save this world—or rather, rebuild it.
Despite having abilities that could significantly counteract the Judge’s melee prowess, Junlin was still hopelessly suppressed by the overwhelming disparity in power.
The battle had been utterly one-sided; the Judge emerged nearly unscathed, merely a bit fatigued.
Now, Junlin was imprisoned atop the Sacred Mountain, awaiting his fate—to be dissolved within Eden’s embryonic womb and reborn as a new entity wholly obedient to the Judge.
In the clash at Red Lotus Hell, Junlin could have called for Tang Xian’s aid through their shared connection.
But he ultimately chose not to.
One death was certain; calling Tang Xian would likely mean two deaths.
The Beast God’s overwhelming might caused even Junlin to feel a pang of despair.
Despite facing an inevitable end, Junlin remained resolute, refusing to yield or beg for help.
Yet fate and opportunity often defy attempts to evade them.
Destiny and chance do not relent simply because one tries to avoid them intentionally.
On what seemed to be Junlin’s final day, the Judge pulled him from the prison, heading towards the Forbidden Land of the Sacred Mountain.
And on that very day, the heavens above the Sacred Mountain resounded with a dragon’s roar!
