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Under the leadership of the Dark Mage, a grand procession returned to the Black Magic Palace.
The events occurring within Soul Beast Mountain were extremely strange, yet the members of the Black Magic Clan could not find the source. Aside from the Dark Mage, no one suspected Wei Chen, believing it to be a natural phenomenon that was not worth investigating further, especially since they lacked the strength to do so.
Such occurrences had never happened in Soul Beast Mountain before, but due to insufficient Mental Strength, they could only give up. Should they send someone to investigate? That would be tantamount to courting death.
Upon returning to the Black Magic Palace, a high-level meeting commenced with the support of the Dark Mage. Each major family presented their candidate list for the Demon Arena. This time, the requirements for participation in the Arena had been relaxed; anyone under thirty could join.
From the Black Magic Clan, four hundred talented juniors were nominated. The duel between Wei Chen and Dragon Clan Young Master Ginger Guest was not part of the actual Demon Arena; their status exempted them from participation. Moreover, their strength was truly insufficient for the Demon Arena.
In the Demon Arena, nearly everyone was a master above Thirteenth Level. Dragon Clan Young Master Ginger Guest was still young and had just reached Thirteenth Level, considered merely first-rate. Unfortunately, his training time was too short compared to those "elders" in their late twenties.
As for Wei Chen, he was even more helpless. His strength did not qualify him for participation in the Demon Arena; he couldn't even touch its fringes.
Thirteenth Level essentially marked a starting point for the Demon Arena. Individuals below this level were often mere cannon fodder sent by various factions to fill numbers.
After selecting participants, the Dark Mage arranged defensive measures to fortify the Black Magic Palace against potential ambushes after his departure; otherwise, it would be a significant loss. This time, Black Magic Clan approached the Demon Arena with a mindset of participation rather than obligation; if they couldn't win, conceding would be perfectly acceptable.
With this attitude, there was a pleasant atmosphere throughout the Black Magic Clan as everyone felt relaxed.
A grand assembly of over a thousand people boarded an enormous Warship measuring three thousand meters long and one hundred fifty meters wide. The Warship was entirely black, enveloped in Demonic Energy, with formations supporting both its exterior and interior.
"Children," said the Dark Mage, "this Warship is named Shenzhou and is the largest Warship in all of the demon realm. Countless resources were spent on Shenzhou; every piece of iron used is top-grade Refined Iron from our domain. The formations supporting Shenzhou's operation number over three hundred thousand, while those for external defense and attack exceed one million. If activated simultaneously, it is no exaggeration to say that Shenzhou alone could destroy an entire city. Ordinary Thirtieth Level experts would find it impossible to approach Shenzhou; anyone within a mile would be turned to ash by our defenses. Shenzhou is our pride in Black Magic Clan, representing generations of effort and taking over four hundred years to construct. It caused a tremendous stir throughout the demon realm at that time, attracting people from Dragon Clan and Dark Demon Clan to admire our masterpiece."
"Do not underestimate this vessel or overrate Dragon Clan and Dark Demon Clan's capabilities; even if given a thousand years, they could never produce such a Giant Warship. Their craftsmanship and formation levels simply cannot keep up. Every time Shenzhou sets sail, it serves as a tremendous inspiration for Black Magic Clan."
"Regardless of where the Shenzhou flies, it always draws attention. The members of the Black Magic Clan are filled with joy and confidence. The Shenzhou is actually a symbol of our Black Magic Clan's formation and iron refining skills. The Dragon Clan and Dark Demon Clan simply lack the level of expertise to create such a magnificent Fellow."
"The funniest part is that the former leader of the Dragon Clan approached us, offering three times the price for us to help build a warship like this. But how could the Dragon Clan allow themselves to be mere tailors for others?"
The Dark Mage proudly introduced, while Wei Chen felt a surge of excitement; it turned out that the Black Magic Clan had such impressive capabilities.
In his impression, the Black Magic Clan was filled with brutes; after all, without sufficient Mental Strength, what good things could they possibly create? Yet the Shenzhou completely overturned Wei Chen's understanding. The power of the Black Magic Clan was no joke.
"Grandpa, why is it called Shenzhou?" Wei Chen asked with a smile.
The Dark Mage replied, "Since ancient times, there has been a story among the people of the Demon Realm about a Peerless Beauty who ascended to the moon, which only reveals itself at night. From that story onward, flying to the moon became a lifelong cultivation goal for those in the Demon Realm. Unfortunately, even now that I have reached the peak level of Warrior's Thirty-Six Levels, I still cannot fly that high or far; I return empty-handed. The name Shenzhou embodies our longing to fly to the moon and pursue the footsteps of that Peerless Beauty."
"Grandpa, can Shenzhou really fly that far?"
"Naturally not. At very high altitudes, while we can overcome thin air, temperature becomes a significant constraint. Once we reach that region, we can only return empty-handed. Beyond a certain height, temperatures become terrifyingly low; cracks appear all over the warship's hull, and the operation of formations becomes less smooth. We cannot withstand such temperatures; even if we exert all our magical power, our blood would freeze."
The Dark Mage sighed and continued, "That kind of temperature is referred to as absolute zero in the Demon Realm. Once you approach that temperature, everything will be frozen."
"Grandpa, how high do you have to go to reach that temperature?"
Hearing this, the Dark Mage smiled at Wei Chen and said lightly, "If you want to go, feel free to try flying up yourself. You'd need to reach an altitude of about three hundred thousand miles to encounter that kind of temperature."
"Three hundred thousand miles?"
Wei Chen was astonished. How could his meager strength possibly allow him to fly straight up thirty thousand miles? Even a Dark Mage wouldn't be able to do that, right? At high altitudes, the thin air and cold temperatures were insurmountable challenges for human warriors. Even the most elite martial artists would struggle against such conditions.
In the face of nature's power, humanity could only tremble, unable to conquer it.
The strongest force could not be humanity; it was nature itself. Perhaps what was meant by nature could be understood as time and space?
Wei Chen felt enlightened; quietly, his understanding of time and space had risen to a new level.
"Child, when you go to the Dragon Clan's territory this time, feel free to unleash your full potential without any reservations. If things go awry, we old Fellows will support you. If you manage to kill Ginger Guest without losing your composure, that would be truly wonderful!" The Dark Mage looked at Wei Chen with a hint of meaning in his words.
Wei Chen pouted and said, "Grandpa, weren't you always worried that I would be instantly killed by that Dragon Clan Young Master, Ginger Guest? Haven't you all been complaining about my reckless decision to participate in the Demon Arena?"
The Dark Mage chuckled, "What was true before is not necessarily true now. Your Mental Strength has increased significantly. Even at the edge of Soul Beast Mountain, you've wiped out all the Soul Beasts at the foot, midsection, and peak of the mountain, haven't you? Your Mental Strength is a sharp weapon; it's your only means against Dragon Clan Young Master Ginger Guest and your strongest support. I can even imagine the scene of you triumphantly killing Ginger Guest and causing a great uproar in the Dragon Clan!"
Wei Chen forced a smile and replied, "Grandpa, aren't you afraid this might lead to a large-scale conflict between two major clans?"
"Heh heh, afraid? The word 'fear' has never existed in my Dark Mage's dictionary! The Dragon Clan fears us; that's the truth. Even if they had a thousand times more courage, they wouldn't dare launch a large-scale attack against us recklessly. Of course, there have always been disturbances within our territory that we don't care about. Besides, what does it matter if someone accidentally gets killed in the Demon Arena? I imagine the Dragon Clan also expects that from Ginger Guest. If one is outmatched in an open duel and dies, no one will shed tears."
After hearing the Dark Mage's words, Wei Chen felt completely reassured.
Since that was the case, if he didn't kill a few people for fun, he would truly be letting down both himself and Black Magic Clan.
Seeing Wei Chen's expression of relief, the Dark Mage nodded secretly and thought to himself: "It seems this child really has some confidence; I look forward to him taking down the Dragon Clan Young Master."
"Child, there's one thing you must not forget: your parents both died at the hands of the Dragon Clan. Although there is no direct evidence, that is the truth. If you can take down the Ginger Guest, it will be a part of your revenge for your parents. Of course, there will be many more opportunities in the future to deal with the Dragon Clan and seek vengeance, but it must be done step by step."
Wei Chen nodded in agreement; he had long been determined to win that duel.
"Now, child, can you tell Grandpa what happened on Soul Beast Mountain?" the Dark Mage coaxed. Wei Chen had no chance to withhold the truth any longer; his previous answers had already exposed him.
Wei Chen forced a smile and said, "Grandpa, so you were trying to trick me..."
"If I didn't trick you, how would you tell the truth?" the Dark Mage sneered.
Wei Chen replied, "Alright, actually I practiced a Cultivation Method that allows me to absorb the Mental Strength of Soul Beasts to enhance my own Mental Strength. No one knows about this; it's one of my trump cards. I fought my way up from the foot of the mountain and killed all the Soul Beasts in that area."
Pausing for a moment, Wei Chen's expression turned serious as he continued, "But Grandpa, there's something I've been wondering. I never encountered any Soul Beasts above level twenty during my ascent. It seems unreasonable that there are none in such a mountainous region. So I boldly speculate that those higher-tier Soul Beasts must have gone to the core area. What do you think they are doing there?"
Upon hearing Wei Chen's explanation, the Dark Mage's expression changed instantly. He gritted his teeth and paced back and forth on the Warship's deck for a while before returning to Wei Chen's side with a grave look. "Child, are you suggesting that those Soul Beasts have gone to the core layer to listen to the teachings of the Soul Beast King and prepare for a new Beast Tide?"
"That's about right; I'm not entirely sure since my knowledge of Soul Beast Mountain isn't extensive. But it seems that a large-scale Beast Tide hasn't occurred in a long time. A new one should start soon."
The Dark Mage's face grew even more anxious as he looked at Wei Chen. "Child, if a Beast Tide truly occurs, it would set back our Black Magic Clan by more than a thousand years! All the efforts of Grandpa and previous generations would turn to dust!"
A massive shadow loomed over the Dark Mage's heart.
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