novelraw Chapter 470: Flesh and Blood Suffer, Evolution and Ascension!
Chapter 470: Flesh and Blood Suffer, Evolution and Ascension!
The communication was quickly connected.
Li Su's voice was respectful.
The Three Elders personally spoke up, not beating around the bush, directly stating the increasingly rampant current situation of the Transcendence Society and its fatal threat to Daxia's stability. Finally, they solemnly made a request:
"Mr. Su Zhan, the Council earnestly requests you to take action, to eradicate the malignant tumor that is the Transcendence Society. Only your power can, with the force of a thunderbolt, completely uproot it and restore clear skies to Daxia!"
Silence reigned on the other end of the communication for a moment.
This brief silence caused everyone in the council hall to involuntarily hold their breath, their hearts filled with anxiety.
They had prepared more arguments, higher prices to offer...
Contrary to everyone's expectations.
Su Zhan's calm voice soon came through: "Agreed."
He agreed?Just like that?
No conditions, no excuses?
Everyone in the council hall, including the old Elder, was stunned for a moment, then expressions of pleasant surprise appeared on their faces.
"Excellent, Mr. Su is truly a man of great righteousness."
The Three Elders hurriedly said, "The Council will immediately prepare detailed intelligence on the known strongholds of the Transcendence Society for you and provide all necessary logistical support."
"Send the intelligence to me."
Su Zhan's voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "The rest is unnecessary."
The communication ended cleanly and decisively.
Inside the hall, everyone looked at each other and let out a long sigh of relief.
Although Su Zhan's attitude remained aloof, his willingness to act was the greatest reassurance.
"Immediately compile all intelligence regarding the Transcendence Society, highest security clearance, and send it to Advisor Su Zhan."
The Three Elders immediately ordered, "Notify all local garrisons and intelligence networks to fully cooperate with Advisor Su Zhan's operations, but they must not interfere with any of his decisions."
No one questioned whether Su Zhan could do it.
He had even slain hundreds of Calamity-level beings. Dealing with the Transcendence Society, which mainly lurked within humanity, even if they had some hidden strength, was destined to be like breaking a clay dog before absolute power.
As the order was issued, the massive state machinery began to operate for the actions of one man.
...
Su Zhan stood atop the clouds, beneath his feet lay the vast mountains, rivers, and land.
He had agreed to the Council's request to eradicate the Transcendence Society.
What drove him to make this decision was not some grand sense of national duty or righteousness.
The figure of Xie Xi remained in his memory.
Her death, the Transcendence Society was one of the chief culprits.
In the past, his strength was insufficient, so he could only suppress this hatred, biding his time in silence.
Now, he stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world, with the power of dual Eighth Stages in hand. It was time to settle this karma.
The Transcendence Society must pay the price in blood for their actions!
This had nothing to do with justice; it was pure vengeance, the resolution of an obsession that should have been cleared from his heart long ago.
Simultaneously.
Su Zhan also calmly assessed his own condition.
Calamity Eighth Stage peak, Ocean Realm Eighth Stage peak.
Moving forward, each step was like a chasm, requiring unimaginable accumulation, opportunity, and even luck.
He had long been mentally prepared, perhaps to stagnate at this level for three years, five years, or even longer.
The period of rapid power advancement had passed; what followed would be a long and tedious process of grinding.
The end of the war meant the severance of a large-scale, high-quality source of prey.
He could not actively venture deep into the Mist to hunt stronger beings; the risk-reward ratio was not favorable.
And ordinary cultivation, for his dual-origin foundation transformed by the Reforge Fruit, would progress extremely slowly.
Since he could not achieve a breakthrough in realm in the short term, he now happened to have ample time.
This gap period should not be wasted idly.
Rather than wandering aimlessly or secluding himself in bitter cultivation, it was better to find something to do.
Eradicating the Transcendence Society became a logical choice.
This would both avenge Xie Xi, fulfilling his wish, and allow him to stretch his limbs, preventing his power from rusting.
The Transcendence Society undoubtedly hid some experts within; perhaps they could bring him some enjoyment in battle. Although it was highly unlikely they could make him feel the pressure of life and death, it was still better than having nothing to do.
Moreover, destroying such a massive organization might also yield some unexpected resources or information, though he did not hold much hope for that.
The Council's intelligence and support merely saved him the trouble of searching on his own, an added convenience.
In summary, accepting this task was a choice that killed multiple birds with one stone for him.
It served both personal and public purposes, allowing him to vent his accumulated killing intent while reasonably utilizing this period of stagnant strength.
Su Zhan locked onto the direction of the first Transcendence Society stronghold in the intelligence.
Transcendence Society, it was time to settle old accounts.
A dark red streak of light tore through the sky.
Descending judgment upon the mortal world.
...
Deep underground, one hundred meters down.
Deep within an abandoned rare metal mine, it had been transformed into a secret stronghold of the Transcendence Society.
The intricate network of mine tunnels had been reinforced.
The air was thick with the scent of blood.
At the core of the stronghold.
The scene was like hell.
In the center of the cavern was a magic circle constructed from human skulls.
Dozens of Transcendence Society members clad in black robes prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the magic circle with fanatical chanting:
"Praise the Mist, grant us new life!"
"Flesh is weak, evolution ascends!"
"Break the shackles, devour the inferior species!"
At the edge of the magic circle.
Several naked human corpses were casually discarded to the side. Judging from their pale skin and faces frozen in terror, they had suffered immense agony in life.
An Aberrant, its head split open, revealing a cavity filled with sharp teeth, its lower body transformed into countless writhing tentacles.
It was using its tentacles to wrap around a relatively fresh male corpse, lifting it high.
Its split head approached the corpse's chest, making sucking sounds. The chest cavity visibly deflated at a rapid pace.
"Look... this warm heart, this flowing blood... how sweet! Those trash hiding on the surface, they will never experience this ultimate pleasure in their entire lives!
They hide like rats, eating moldy grain, yet they laugh at our corruption?
Ridiculous!
They are the livestock in pens, and we... are the predators who have broken free from the cage!"
"Hahaha! Hear that? This sound of skulls shattering is the most beautiful music in the world! Those compatriots still clinging to life, what do they know?
They beg for mercy, crave order, yet they don't know that the strong preying on the weak is the universal truth.
When our great plan is complete, the entire world will become our hunting ground.
All humans who refuse to embrace evolution are only fit to be meat on our tables! Hahahaha!"
They trampled on the dignity of their own kind in the cruelest ways, immersed in the self-constructed delusion of transcendence.
At this very moment.
A Pressure, like ten thousand tons of seawater, filled every corner of the cavern without warning.
All sound... ceased abruptly.
Ripples spread across the cavern's dome.
Above the rock layer, somehow, a massive vertical shaft leading to the surface had been pierced.
Above the shaft, a figure hovered silently.
Su Zhan, covered in dark red scales, his massive Fleshy Wings gently stirring behind him, the dragon horns on his forehead imposing, his Golden Vertical Pupils coldly surveying the bloody, filthy nest below.