Fusion!
Qin Chuan absorbed the essence of the divine spark, and the mysterious stone statue quickly lost its mystery, appearing as just an ordinary stone statue, its mysterious aura vanished.
At the same time, the middle-aged man with blood-red eyes turned incredibly ugly, slamming his hand on the armrest of his chair, shattering it.
"Damn it!"
He had actually been staring at the statue for a long time; the divine spark essence had an incredibly strong attraction for him, so he had been diligently creating a teleportation array.
Even just for this divine spark essence, creating a teleportation array would have been worthwhile, but unexpectedly, just as the teleportation array was almost complete, this happened—the divine spark essence disappeared.
Over a decade of hard work was wasted; how could he not be furious? Moreover, he knew that Qin Chuan had obtained it.
Once divine spark essence and divine sparks are obtained and used, even killing the person who obtained them will not allow them to be regained.
However, not killing Qin Chuan could quell his hatred. If he couldn't have it, no one else could either; if someone else did, then death was the only outcome. No matter how much a dead person gained, he wouldn't feel anything.
...
Qin Chuan didn't care about anything else now. He was extremely happy at the moment. His strength had been greatly enhanced, and his mood was exceptionally cheerful.
A single divine spark had improved Qin Chuan's combat ability by more than just a little bit; strictly speaking, his combat power had more than doubled.
Looking at the demon servants and slaves lying on the ground, these people were also crippled. Qin Chuan searched them but found nothing useful, so he left.
He hadn't expected such a great harvest this time. Unexpected joy is the greatest. He continued forward. As long as he kept moving forward, he would eventually reach the Nine Heavens Land.
Although Qin Chuan knew that reaching the Nine Heavens Land wasn't a matter of distance, but a matter of strength. Without sufficient strength, he would never reach the Nine Heavens Land.
Half a month later, Qin Chuan walked out of this wasteland, but the place before him made him slightly stunned.
The aura here was very special, somewhat leaning towards darkness, and even the sky here had a faint black aura.
Ordinary people couldn't see it; only those with a certain level of cultivation could sense it.
There was nothing particularly special about this place, except that it was suitable for those who cultivated demons. Qin Chuan thought of the demon servants and high-level demon slaves in the golden pavilion he had seen before.
Seemingly realizing something, he didn't see city walls, but rather a thriving landscape dotted with castles, stretching endlessly.
These castles varied in size, some vast, some tiny. This was the first time Qin Chuan had ever seen such a world.
Soon, Qin Chuan encountered some people, who seemed no different from ordinary citizens, along with some martial artists, who also appeared indistinguishable.
However, Qin Chuan knew this was merely a facade, as this place was likely a demonic abyss.
As the inheritor of the God of War, and possessing other inheritances, he was, to some extent, at odds with this place.
Therefore, Qin Chuan didn't know whether coming here was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was now bolder than before.
This was partly due to his improved cultivation; now, Qin Chuan was alone, carefree, and with his strength greatly increased, he longed to find someone to spar with.
As he pondered these questions, a slightly familiar aura reached Qin Chuan. Qin Chuan's constitution was special; he could sense anyone he considered familiar once they appeared nearby.
Although it felt somewhat familiar, Qin Chuan didn't recognize who it was, and even after some serious thought, he still couldn't place it.
As Qin Chuan approached, he sensed the man's injury.
"
…Mo Mou, you don't need to run anymore. What good will it do to run to the ends of the earth? The Black Demon Palace has its eye on you; you're doomed." A burly man in black said coldly.
Dozens of others in black surrounded him, clearly led by the middle-aged man.
A bloodstained woman in black stood nearby, looking at them with disdain and mockery.
The woman was beautiful, even in her disheveled state, though her pretty face was pale and weary.
"That's all the Black Demon Palace is capable of. You're shameless anyway. If you're so capable, let's fight one-on-one. A group of people isn't a man." Mo Mou sneered.
"Haha, whether we're men or not, let's prove it to you." The middle-aged man grinned lewdly.
The people around her laughed, their eyes burning with desire. Mo Mou was, after all, a beautiful woman, a stunning one. These people already had designs on her, and now that the middle-aged man leading the group had brought it up, their eyes burned even brighter
. Mo Mou's expression darkened. She was at her limit, clinging on only because of her strong will.
She didn't want to die. She had unfinished wishes, and not just one. Unconsciously, she thought of many people. She was just an orphan. In her first moment of despair, she met the man she called her godfather.
Remembering how he didn't mind her dirtiness, trimming her nails, and applying medicine to her, she felt a surge of resentment.
She longed to see him again. She owed him so much. She had insisted on her choices, even against his objections, but he hadn't blamed her. He
had saved her more than once. Now, she was plunged into despair again, wondering if he would appear.
But soon, she shook her head, a bitter smile appearing on her face. How long had it been? She had come this far; her godfather probably couldn't have made it here.
She knew she had an extraordinary stroke of luck to be here; it was a coincidence. According to her own understanding, her adoptive father would have had a very difficult time getting here.
Finally, Mo Mou looked around resentfully, her longsword aimed at her heart.
Death!
Only death might be the only way to escape the humiliation before her. She wasn't afraid of death, she just didn't want to, but now there was no way out.
Just as the sword pierced her body, a voice rang out.
"Even if you die, don't commit suicide."
The speaker was naturally Qin Chuan. Hearing this voice, Mo Mou trembled violently, turning around in disbelief to look at Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan wore a moon-white robe, his temples white. Although still young, he exuded a faint sense of vicissitude.
Mo Mou stared blankly at Qin Chuan, stunned for a moment. She clearly knew that the person before her was the adoptive father she had thought of.
But for some reason, she wanted to cry. She was now alone in a desperate situation, with no one to help her, just like when she was kicked out of her home and had to beg outside…
Looking at Qin Chuan, tears fell like broken beads, yet she smiled.