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Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

Chapter 698: This Wonderful World! 🌍

Published: March 2, 2025

The origin power continuously flowed into Wen Yu's body from the corpse of the Drunken Daoist, through the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine.

Even though the residual soul of the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor had dissipated, the multiple abilities retained after the evolution of the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine were still intact.

Every cell in Wen Yu's body was eagerly absorbing the origin power that surged in, and even the power of the soul was gradually undergoing some changes under the influence of the origin power—enhancing the physical body, which in turn boosted the strength of the soul, while the enhancement of the soul did not affect the physical body...

It was as if there was an upper and lower relationship between them.

At this moment, Wen Yu had gained some insight into the power of the soul.

...

Wen Yu was not sure how much origin power from the Immortal Heroic World remained in the corpse of the Drunken Daoist, but since the sovereign had mentioned that this origin power was enough for Wen Yu to become a divine beast species within the Immortal Heroic World, it should be accurate.

However, the absorption of the origin power and the transformation into a divine beast species was destined to be a slow process.

But, Wen Yu was not in a hurry...

He really wasn't in a hurry. The gains in the Heavenly Palace were significant... they seemed truly substantial. On one hand, Wen Yu needed time to deepen his understanding of his skills; on the other hand, he also needed time to digest the memories of the Heavenly Dao and the sporadic truths he had discovered.

Moreover, coincidentally, there was nothing or no one on Earth that could make Wen Yu feel anxious.

So, he considered it a rare vacation...

No killings, no disputes, no disturbances from others, and he didn't need to exert any effort, yet his strength kept increasing.

Nothing could be more enjoyable than this!

...

Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Palace.

“Pfft, pfft...”

A series of spitting sounds arose as Bai stood in a massive pit, surrounded by an endless expanse of fertile land.

At this moment, the pit had already been dug nearly a thousand meters deep—of course, for an eleventh level strongman, digging a thousand-meter deep pit was an exceptionally simple task.

What Bai couldn't endure was merely the dust flying around him.

“Terrible environment, pfft...”

Spitting out the mud and sand from his mouth, Bai slowly straightened his back.

In front of him, a flash of a black iron door appeared in his sight.

He had naturally dug down to the bottom.

And his objective was now in front of him; at this moment, Bai no longer needed to do these "demeaning" things.

Slowly waving his hand to perform a seal technique, the black iron door lit up, then slowly opened, revealing the scene inside... and a skinny figure.

“My lord, you have finally returned.”

The hunched old man's fawning voice rang out, a lewd smile plastered on his face, eagerly looking at Bai.

“My lord, I have completed the tasks you assigned. Please take a look...”

The old man pinched his fingers tightly, making a gesture for money.

“Here you go.”

Bai directly threw out a Spatial Ring: “Inside are the elixirs that can repair soul injuries. This is everything from our Palace of the Eight Extremes. Now, we are settled!”

“Lord Bai is so straightforward!”

The old man chuckled dryly, his skin resembling a tightly wrinkled chrysanthemum.

“Then I'll take my leave now.”

After the old man finished counting the items in the Spatial Ring, he left this small space without looking back.

Once the old man left, a smirk appeared on Bai's face.

“Repair soul injuries, then use the soul grafting technique I gave you to play the trick of shedding one's shell? Tch, who do you think you are? You have the items and you have the technique... but time is not enough...”

Bai's muttering echoed throughout the entire space, and then he quickly walked to Wan Ping's body.

At this moment, Wan Ping was encased in ice, looking as if he were in a deep sleep; however, the absence of any fluctuating aura clearly indicated one fact to Bai.