novelraw Chapter 144 : Material for Immortal and Divine Offspring Obtained
Chapter 144 : Material for Immortal and Divine Offspring Obtained
Chapter 144: Material for Immortal and Divine Offspring Obtained
“This is the Quasi‑Stellar King! Or rather… a god!?”
Fu Yue stared blankly at the figure descending like an ancient god, and finally realized how childish and laughable her previous thoughts had been.
She had actually dared to fantasize about forging armor using divine power!
All her plans, all her arrangements, all her ideas vanished in an instant like smoke.
Only a deep awe remained in her heart.
Perhaps only such high-dimensional lifeforms could end the apocalyptic Stellar Calamity.
Boom!
The figure in the sky slowly descended.
The dark and chaotic starry sky radiated light, illuminating all things in this wasteland.
Tendrils of starlight intertwined, transforming into countless Eyes of Starlight, constantly rotating, gazing down upon everything on the ground.
Faintly, one could see behind It, a gigantic shadow of a terrifying Stellar Spirit bearing canine features—its claws and fangs ruthlessly hunting all life until death.
Countless Star Beasts prostrated themselves, trembling, whimpering as they sensed suppression at the very level of their essence.
It was the instinctive terror ingrained from being hunted by the Heavenly Official Stellar Spirits through endless ages.
At this moment, the Quasi‑Stellar King in the sky turned Its head. Its nebula-like face without features looked down upon the wasteland.
Crack-crack-crack!
In the space occupied by hundreds upon thousands of Star Beasts, dense cracks suddenly appeared, echoing with the sound of unbearable pressure.
A second later, it shattered with a deafening crash!
Space itself broke apart, and the chaotic flows of the void devoured them, reducing them to nothingness.
Some surviving Star Beasts that hadn’t managed to flee had their bodies shrivel and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning to dust.
A single gaze—annihilated all living beings!
At this moment, the Fuserpent Clan members in the serpent-tailed carriage knelt and cried out in unison: “Sun God!”
“Are you the Sun God?”
Inside the mechanical workshop, Fu Ling stared at this scene, unconsciously reaching out her hand, her reverent feelings bursting forth like a dam collapsing, overwhelming her rationality.
It was a twisted faith formed from a long-endured apocalypse, an endless despair entwined with dreams of a beautiful world—sprouting at last in her heart.
At this moment, she suddenly understood her sister’s pursuit.
‘If I were to be killed by It… it would probably feel warm, wouldn’t it?’
The Quasi‑Stellar King truly possessed a beauty beyond mortal comprehension!
Fu Yue was visibly excited—this was the power she had longed for.
Meanwhile, in the Headquarters area of the Serpent-Father Train, Gongshu Xing, draped in black robes, stared at the figure in disbelief. “How could such a powerful lifeform descend into a low-level world like this? Aren’t powerful Stellar Spirits repulsed by flesh-and-blood planets? Was the Black Oil Workshop lying to me?”
Moreover, judging from that entrance effect… it didn’t even feel like Old Talisman level was Its limit. He even sensed a faint trace of Heavenly Official aura from it.
Though extremely faint, there was no mistaking it.
Could this be a projection sent in advance?
In that instant, a shrill alarm rang in his mind.
For ordinary small worlds, a Heavenly Official was no different from a god.
If there was a difference at all…
It was that native deities might not even reach Heavenly Official level—at most, they were Old Talisman.
If a being like that truly descended, forget about completing the plan—they would all die without a burial!
He hadn’t expected the Fuserpent Clan to be hiding such a method—completely upended in the gutter!
“It must not be allowed to descend!”
Just as Gongshu Xing was about to activate his final trump card—especially the Serpent-Father Train beneath him, which hid an immense secret—
Even if it meant failing the mission and forfeiting the harvest, it was better than being crushed by the aftermath.
Crack-crack-crack!
The entire world let out a hum, as if rejecting the arrival of this figure.
The roots of the Golden Tree slowly retracted, gradually retreating.
This figure seemed disappointed with this world—shrouded in radiance, It did not forcefully descend but prepared to leave.
This scene caused Gongshu Xing to breathe a sigh of relief.
As expected, such a being disdained a small world like this.
Merely curiosity brought It here.
“No—don’t go!”
But Fu Yue panicked. If the Quasi‑Stellar King left, their last hope would be gone.
The Fuserpent Clan would truly face extinction!
But before Fu Yue could even speak, she saw that the Quasi‑Stellar King looked at her.
Despite having no facial features, it felt as if her entire being was laid bare, her memories flipped through, her so-called plans examined thoroughly.
Its gaze landed on the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent.
In that moment, Fu Yue couldn’t stop trembling, feeling utterly doomed…
Her blasphemous deeds—completely exposed.
Even if It didn’t kill her, there was no way she’d receive even a shred of mercy.
Just when she was about to fall into despair, she sensed a lofty will.
As if… amused.
In the next second, the roots of the Golden Tree withdrew, and the celestial phenomena in the sky gradually faded.
Buzz!
Ripples spread through the space around the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent, from which a stellar tendril emerged, touching the surface of this special mechanical embryo.
Crack-crack-crack!
In the next moment, the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent burst with starlight, its internal structure beginning to birth a new set of armor, brimming with vast power—awaiting a user to connect and manifest its form.
“Success!”
Fu Yue was ecstatic—her research had been correct. It truly bore the power of the Quasi‑Stellar King.
Though she didn’t understand why such a being had forgiven her blasphemy—or even bestowed grace—
Such magnanimity was beyond belief!
“But there’s still one step left. The Quasi‑Stellar King Armor needs to be linked via Spiritual Vision to be controlled. With my talent, I can definitely slaughter all Star Beasts and save the Serpent-Tail Train.”
Thinking this, Fu Yue excitedly reached out, preparing to connect with the Quasi‑Stellar King Armor, her heart pounding at the thought of becoming her clan’s savior.
Buzz!
But the instant she touched it, golden light surged up, blocking her palm. An invisible force spread out, bouncing her back violently. She stumbled and fell.
“What!?”
Her smile froze. She hadn’t expected her own creation to reject her.
Then who could use it?
Before she could think, she saw the Quasi‑Stellar King Armor transform into a stream of light, rushing toward the Serpent-Tail Carriage, crushing every Star Beast in its path into bloody remains!
Finally, it stopped in front of Fu Ling, floating silently in the air.
“You… chose me?”
Fu Ling’s voice trembled with excitement. She recognized that this was the armor birthed from the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent her sister had created. Her violet eyes surged with indescribable emotions.
She had always been ignored…
Always just a supporting role…
Even in the end, though she hadn’t betrayed her sister, she had been treated as a dispensable, meaningless leftover.
Yet now, the one chosen by that sun-like, exalted being—was the one overlooked by family and clan.
Even if the price was her life—
So what?
At this moment, her reverence for the Quasi‑Stellar King reached its peak—willing to dedicate everything.
“Thank you… for accepting someone as insignificant as me.”
Fu Ling reached out and touched the armor, its radiance enveloping her.
Crack-crack-crack!
In that moment, Fu Ling felt as though she had entered a warm mass of flesh and blood, her soul extending tendrils to connect with it.
It was as if she had touched a vast consciousness, gazing down upon her.
Yet Fu Ling felt no fear—only a yearning to be seen.
At the same time—
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
Countless Star Beasts, no longer suppressed by the superior Stellar Spirit, resumed their primal violence and bloodlust, surging forward to devour the remaining members of the Fuserpent Clan.
But just as they drew near, a pillar of light swept across, instantly engulfing hundreds of Star Beasts in a line, reducing them to ash in the glow.
A calm voice echoed from within the mechanical workshop: “Because of you, I couldn’t feel the radiance of the Great King.”
It was Fu Ling who spoke.
Within the light, the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent began to disintegrate, scattering into countless fragments—gears, mechanical parts, chains—intertwining in the blink of an eye to form a unique suit of armor.
Its entire body was a dark purple, taking on a half-human, half-serpent form. It split open from within, extending six golden tendrils of light. Under the starlight, its surface shimmered with a purplish-gold brilliance—yet upon closer inspection, one could see the surface was covered in serpent scales colored like the starry sky.
At this moment, Fu Ling looked like a mythical Valkyrie, beautiful and sacred, floating in midair. She breathed like a living creature, emanating a terrifying and suffocating pressure.
A nebula-shaped mark appeared between her brows. As she slowly opened her eyes, fury surged deep within her pupils.
It wasn’t dissatisfaction with the armor—on the contrary, she had never felt such power before.
Rather…
Had it not been for these foolish Star Beasts, she could have basked in Its warmth and greatness. But now, all she could see was this broken, darkened world.
“You were bestowed by that being who shines like the sun. Then you shall be called ‘Light of the Mortal World.’”
Fu Ling murmured, for this armor was the radiance the Quasi‑Stellar King had granted her.
Floating in the air, she looked down upon the thousands of primitive Star Beasts swarming in. Her will stirred, and she silently recited:
“Touch of the Heavens—Star-Devouring Hunt!”
Swish—swish—swish!
At her command, the six tendrils of light behind her suddenly extended, transforming in an instant into vast starry serpents. Their ends split open into abyssal maws like giant pythons from the mountains, ruthlessly biting into the Star Beasts.
Strong bodies?
Fearless of death?
Overwhelming numbers?
All terrifying qualities in an enemy.
But as food—they were all advantages.
No matter how they resisted, they were as fragile as paper—instantly crushed, their flesh flying in all directions, mercilessly devoured and transformed into nourishment for the Light of the Mortal World armor.
No matter how many came, none were turned away.
Soon, as the Star Beasts in the carriage were nearly consumed, the tendrils of light spread further, beginning to hunt across the wasteland.
“So… terrifying!”
Hundreds of Fuserpent Clan members stared in a daze. They couldn’t imagine that these were the same Star Beasts that had once brought endless terror to their people—now devoured like buffet offerings.
Though the Serpent-Father Train also had ultimate weapons capable of shattering mountains and reshaping terrain,
Compared to this overwhelming force born from an individual leap in power—the impact was incomparable.
No need to worry about energy sources. No fear of mechanical disassembly. No need to undergo Terminal Oil baptism and become a strange white porcelain monster.
Crushing everything with absolute might!
Perhaps their earliest Fuserpent ancestors had once subdued anomalies with their own transcendence.
Had they not encountered the Stellar Mutation, they might never have willingly degenerated their bloodline and severed their tails to survive.
“Primitive Star Beasts really are just food for the Quasi‑Stellar King!”
Fu Ling felt her Light of the Mortal World armor continuously devour the Star Beasts and grow stronger. She could sense its power climbing steadily.
Just like her sister had hoped to steal the power of the Quasi‑Stellar King, at this moment, she too birthed ambition.
She longed for strength—to become Its follower, serving by Its side.
Just as she was preparing to annihilate the entire Star Beast tide, the Terminal Oil hidden in her heart suddenly began to spread throughout her body.
Even though the time hadn’t come…
It was precisely because she hadn’t been completely baptized by Terminal Oil that she could retain her emotions. Once she was fully twisted, she would become a new mechanical lifeform.
Though she might retain her consciousness, she would no longer be herself.
Fu Ling suddenly turned to look toward the headquarters—there, all was darkness, with only the roar of the train in motion.
She understood. It was the Serpent-Mechanic Council that had detonated the Terminal Oil early, hoping to baptize her and fully convert her into a special mechanical being—seizing this power from the Quasi‑Stellar King.
“Fools! Delusional fools!”
Fu Ling endured the pain surging through her body, her expression twisted, yet she did not yield. Though her sister had once said that the armor housed a shed remnant of the Serpent-Father’s divine child, the one being corroded now was her—her thoughts, her memories would all be warped.
So, she chose to forcibly tear off the armor, unwilling to let the Terminal Oil taint her one and only light.
Just then, a tendril of light returned, actively burrowing into her body—coming into contact with the all-corroding Terminal Oil.
The pitch-black oil trembled with eerie excitement, spreading countless black filaments to swarm the radiant tendril, attempting to corrode and transform it.
“No—!”
Just as guilt surged in Fu Ling’s heart, the black oil began to boil and burn, letting out sharp screeches as it fled, as though encountering a corruption more terrifying than itself.
But it was quickly suppressed by the small radiant tendrils extending from the light tendril—swiftly absorbed, merging into the starlight, now tinged with a darker hue.
The power of the Quasi‑Stellar King—surpassed even this black oil!
Tssshh!
Two new, black paste-like tendrils sprouted from the back of the armor, supplying endless energy—like miniature nuclear fission reactors.
In that instant, Fu Ling, with newfound clarity, slowly raised her hand and grasped the void.
Crackle!
The tendrils of light intertwined, forming a purple energy spear in her grip—pure energy, surging with high-level magnetic field arcs.
With her radiant tendrils vibrating behind her, she soared above the serpent-tail carriage, gazing at the endless tide of primitive Star Beasts in the dark wilderness.
‘Touch of the Heavens—Spear of Annihilation!’
She silently chanted, hurling the long spear in her hand with force into the heart of the Star Beast swarm.
Boom—!!
With a thunderous explosion, a pillar of purple-black light burst forth, spreading intense heat and instantly reducing hundreds of Star Beasts to ashes.
She didn’t stop—the tendrils behind her danced wildly, continuously hurling Spears of Annihilation.
Originally, such reckless assault would’ve been impossible, but with Terminal Oil providing energy, she no longer had to hold back.
She went straight for full firepower coverage!
All fear stemmed from insufficient firepower. Truth existed only within range.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rocked the dark wilderness, lighting it like day—even the fearless Star Beasts were blasted to pieces.
Crack-crack-crack!
Meanwhile, in the inner third ring carriage of the Serpent-Father Train, starlight cannons suddenly rose, gathering energy and radiating a destructive aura.
Fu Ling gazed at them silently.
Boom—!!
Soon, the cannons finished charging. Beams of light roared out, striking the Star Beast swarm—helping her repel the primitive Star Beasts.
At the same time, a voice rang out from the Serpent-Father Train: “A special Star Beast was interfering with internal detection. Fortunately, we killed it. Are you all alright?”
Their tone was urgent, laced with concern.
Many Fuserpent Clan members' anger faded—so they hadn’t been abandoned, only delayed.
Fu Ling’s lips curled in a sneer, but she didn’t expose them. She replied gently:
“Then thank you all for repelling the Star Beasts. I still have matters to attend to.”
The light tendril behind her vibrated, turning into a stream of light that plunged into the wilderness and retrieved Fu Yue.
Leaving the inner third ring to resist the tide of Star Beasts made them all freeze for a moment.
But they could only grit their teeth and endure it.
Fu Yue looked at her younger sister, now bathed in radiance, her gaze firm.
This once timid little girl who used to follow behind her had now become mature and steady—grown up all at once.
She spoke softly, “You’re better than me.”
To remain conscious under Terminal Oil pollution and rescue her from the train—
Fu Ling shook her head. “No. It’s only because It chose me.”
She knew everything she had was granted by the Quasi‑Stellar King—it wasn’t because she was exceptional.
Fu Yue looked at her pious expression and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, “Don’t trust the Quasi‑Stellar King. The Prophet once said—they’re dangerous.”
She thought Fu Ling would be angry, thinking it was jealousy.
But Fu Ling merely shook her head and softly said, “Sister, the most dangerous thing… is always weakness.”
That one sentence silenced Fu Yue.
Yes…
Weakness was the original sin.
If the Prophet had been completely right, he wouldn’t have fallen into slumber.
“I was being too mouthy.”
Fu Yue sighed and asked softly, “What will you do next? Fight the Serpent-Mechanic Council and take back control of the Serpent-Father Train?”
With Fu Ling’s current strength, she could sweep away any lifeform aboard the train.
But—
She couldn’t contend with the train itself!
Once it activated its final protocol, it would self-destruct.
“Of course not.”
Fu Ling shook her head and calmly said, “Thanks to the blessing of that Lord of the Black Sun, I have already taken control of the Terminal Oil.”
At those words, Fu Yue’s pupils quaked. She hadn’t expected her suspicions to be true. And it wasn’t due to the Shed Remnant of the Serpent-Father’s Divine Child, but rather that mysterious Quasi‑Stellar King.
Just who was It?
As a genius, Fu Yue quickly understood what Fu Ling wanted to do and exclaimed in shock, “You want to control the Serpent-Mechanic Council?”
“Gongshu Xing could entice the elders into undergoing baptism through new technology, but in the end, they have their own minds—just colder, more rational, and selfish…”
Fu Ling sneered. “Then we too can use new technology to bring them in, gain more voices, take back control of the Serpent-Father Train, and even plunder the shattered Mechanic Kingdom’s tech in return.”
Fighting was the lowest form of tactic.
She already had the power to flip the table, but she needed more help to hunt Star Beasts, upgrade the armor, and let her sister and other clanspeople develop the Quasi‑Stellar King Armor for her.
To climb step by step—toward the stars.
Until she could stand beside that Being.
However, she didn’t voice her true thoughts. Instead, a light tendril wrapped Fu Yue, turning into a stream of light returning to the serpent-tail carriage.
By now, the Star Beast tide had been repelled, and the train returned to calm.
They were warmly welcomed by all the clanspeople—but this time, it was Fu Ling whose brilliance dazzled, while Fu Yue became the background.
Even with her calm disposition, a flicker of jealousy bloomed in her heart, prompting her to silently question that Being...
Why wasn’t she worthy?
Not long after, a messenger from the Serpent-Mechanic Council arrived—a Fuserpent Clansman whose body was covered in white porcelain scales and dripping with black oil, inviting them to a banquet.
Not the low-grade compressed nutrition blocks, but rare plant roots grown in soil.
Yes, his speech already had that mechanical tone.
Fu Ling said meaningfully, “They’ve really gone all in.”
Back when the train was built, the Prophet and the earliest ancestors had preserved soil and seeds. Originally, there had been hundreds of acres, but as the world kept mutating, only fifty acres remained intact.
The fruits grown from those were completely different from the dried, disgusting bug-meat nutrition blocks eaten by commoners. Sweet and delicious—they were the privilege of the few.
Including the former royalty, of course.
However, once baptized by Terminal Oil and transformed into mechanical beings, they lost interest in the food of the living. These things became worthless—now, only ten acres remained.
Even so, Fu Ling declined the invitation.
Claimed she was too tired and needed rest.
Before the messenger could respond, she added:
“I want to research this unstable new technology with my sister.”
The last three words were deliberately emphasized.
The messenger’s eyes lit up. Having witnessed the terrifying power of the Light of the Mortal World armor, he understood she was willing to share the tech.
He was thrilled, quickly expressed his understanding, and rushed back to report.
As for Fu Ling, she didn’t rest—instead, she began compiling the doctrine of the Black Sun Church, aiming to anchor her faith to the Black Sun.
With the previous descent phenomena and the Valkyrie intimidation, the faith spread quickly. Many Fuserpent Clansmen began converting to the Lord of the Black Sun.
Fu Yue watched this scene, wanting to speak but ultimately said nothing.
Three hundred years of apocalypse had eroded their faith in the Father of All Serpents, leaving them on the edge of despair.
The Lord of the Black Sun didn’t need faith—but those on the ground needed something to believe in.
Faith—thrives in suffering.
So Fu Yue returned to the mechanical workshop to continue developing the armor.
The Serpent-Mechanic Council also became lively. Becoming mechanical beings didn’t mean they had no desires—it simply shifted from low-level reproduction and hunger to evolution.
And for evolution—they would stop at nothing.
For a time, undercurrents surged aboard the Serpent-Father Train.
“What a fascinating drama.”
Above the train, in the dark clouds, the Star Demon Incarnation of Jiang Yan floated. Nine tendrils swayed gently, like a deity from the heavens, looking down on the train and its myriad forms of life.
Before him, the Karmic Celestial Ghost held up a mirror, broadcasting everything that had just happened—at even closer range.
The perspective came from countless Mechanic Insect Guards, Mechanical Soldiers, even wrenches and spare parts.
Unknowingly, his Compassion Followers had spread like a virus. If he wished, he could assimilate the remaining few hundred Fuserpent Clansmen at any moment.
But there was no need—it would only waste limited slots.
“This world’s waters really are deep.”
In truth, Jiang Yan had sent the Little Celestial Ghost into the flesh planet ever since Fu Yue’s first summoning, hiding in the shadows to observe.
He was playing it safe.
The Little Celestial Ghost had discovered something wrong with the Serpent-Father Train. Though it held Ancient Talisman level or higher power, it was highly unstable—seemingly bound by something, and had gathered nearly an entire world’s worth of Catastrophe Qi.
The Golden Tree Law had sensed the budding Golden Path Law Qi, also hidden at the Headquarters.
But it wasn’t fully formed yet.
Beyond that, there were also a group of outsiders—not native to this world.
The Shattered Mechanic Kingdom—Jiang Yan had read about it in the Bureau of Historical Revision.
It was a top-tier Diseased Domain buried deep in the Historical Long River, said to possess highly advanced machinery and alchemical civilization, linked to a mysterious Craft God.
Legend said that one could forge top-tier divine artifacts there—an ultimate sanctuary for all Mechanism Artisans and Alchemy Masters.
The Gongshu Clan had inherited its legacy in the present world and was of considerable scale.
After all, Luban’s original name was Gongshu Ban.
The Gongshu Clan had split into two: one accepted imperial recognition, becoming Mechanism City, devoted to mechanism arts and alchemy.
The other refused to submit to mortals—rebellion broke out. Though most were suppressed and imprisoned in the Black Prison, a few escaped into the shadows.
They received partial blessings from the Mechanical God, forming the Black Oil Workshop, whose strongest had Heavenly Official strength and were active along the coast, known in the Tai‑bai Record.
Undoubtedly, this group now belonged to the Black Oil Workshop’s Gongshu Clan, and had somehow entered this flesh planet.
With such walking time bombs present—
To rush in recklessly would likely mean mutual destruction.
So, the Star Demon Incarnation borrowed power from his true body and, with help from Lou Jin-Gou’s skill, successfully simulated Heavenly Official Stellar Spirit pressure—then used the Heart Monkey Arm to turn illusion into reality.
He orchestrated a divine descent-level spectacle, successfully drawing everyone’s attention, letting the Star Demon Incarnation slip in silently.
That all-destroying gaze—even if he could do it himself—wouldn’t have had the same effect. It had been painstakingly arranged by the Little Celestial Ghost traversing space.
Behind every dazzling special effect stood a tireless, excellent prop master.
The Star Demon Incarnation of Jiang Yan patted her head—the Little Celestial Ghost squinted her eyes in bliss.
Serving her master was her reward.
After entering the planet, the Star Demon Incarnation used his tendrils to plant the Calamity Lotus into the Egg of the Evolving Celestial Serpent, successfully birthing the third Apostle.
That’s right—this Apostle wasn’t Fu Ling, but the armor itself.
The first non-human Apostle—though it formed a symbiotic bond with her.
“Compared to the genius elder sister, I prefer the obedient little sister.”
Jiang Yan chuckled. What if she was extraordinarily gifted?
He chose the Child of Destiny.
Still, Fu Yue had her value—her mastery over armor tech was astonishing. She was a scientific genius.
And now, the Fuserpent Clan was barely different from normal humans. That meant—as long as one’s Spiritual Vision was strong enough, even mortals could wield transcendental power.
If a complete system could be developed, theoretically, one could build a Quasi‑Stellar King Armor Legion.
Whether used personally or sold to the Bureau of Historical Revision, it was a good deal.
The resources of small worlds weren’t limited to minerals or transcendent materials. The products of civilizations, tempered through ages, could also feed back into the main world.
Once he was strong enough, he could act as a middleman for the Primal Stellar Realm, reselling Stellar Spirit flesh for huge profit—or even selling off entire flesh planets.
Especially twisted civilizations—perfect for crafting Ten-Thousand Souls… Human-Emperor Banners.
While not as endlessly regenerating as Diseased Domains, there were always wealthy clients interested.
“But I still need to temper her personality a bit.”
Jiang Yan had made arrangements. As for the armor’s core, the high-grade transcendent material shed from the Father of All Serpents’ offspring—he had already taken it.
Devoured by the Demon-God Embryo, converted into a new child.
However, upon reading the information, Jiang Yan’s pupils trembled.
Beside him, the Little Celestial Ghost asked worriedly, “Master, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Jiang Yan shook his head, surprised. “I just didn’t expect…”
“The source of the Primitive Star Beasts—was actually this Serpent-Father Train.”