Chapter 4350: The Putrid Corpse Grubs
Little Peng's bloodline was ancient and powerful, and his soul perception equally sharp. He immediately noticed the difference.
Lin Moyu chuckled.
"How did you know we've reached the Eastern Extreme?"
Little Peng had been sleeping in the storage space this whole time, unaware of what transpired outside.
Little Peng replied:
"The East burns hot, the West is shadow and yin. The North is cold, the South damp. Above lies purity, below rot and murk. The Middle stands balanced. My bloodline's memory records the distinctions of the Chaos Four Extremes and Three Domains."
The gifts of an ancient bloodline. Little Peng's understanding of Chaos far outstripped that of ordinary cultivators.
It was knowledge accumulated and passed down across countless generations enviable, but not replicable.
He went on, explaining the natures of Chaos regions:
The Eastern Extreme's chaotic qi bore heat. Beasts and cultivators here had tempers prone to anger but their spells and attacks were sharper and more ferocious.
The Southern Extreme was sweltering wet. Beings there were treacherous and strange. Their sorceries equally bizarre.
The Western Extreme was shadow and chill, its creatures excelling in soul arts.
The Northern Extreme was true ice. Its natives rare in speech, reluctant to lift hand. But once they did, it was until death unceasing.
The Upper Domain's chaotic qi was the purest, with clear laws, making cultivation much easier.
The Lower Domain's chaotic qi was most turbid. Cultivation near impossible yet those that rose there were strongest at their level.
And the Central Domain sat balanced, its qi neutral, leaning neither way.
Lin Moyu mused deeply. Yes. This division of Chaos surely linked to the Desolation Scar. Perhaps its root was deep within the Ancient Wilderness. But thoughts only for Ancient Wilderness was not yet within his reach.
He asked, "Does your bloodline record anything about the Ancient Wilderness?"
Little Peng frowned, searching his inner memories, before replying:
"Not much. Our ancestors entered Ancient Wilderness often, seeking a way to break the Supreme's curse upon us.
But the end was poor. Either they found naught. Or they perished within."
"Since the curse was laid upon us by Supreme, the place most harmed… was indeed the Ancient Wilderness."
Lin Moyu pressed, "Do you know what dangers are specifically within?"
Little Peng shook his head.
"No. The memory only warns before Full Completion, do not enter."
A bitter answer. The worst danger was danger unknown. It meant all who had fallen in Ancient Wilderness died without leaving even a scrap of their bloodline memory.
To erase even bloodline… meant either too swift a death or that the bloodline itself was severed.
Either way the mark of terror supreme.
As they spoke, Little Peng's regard for Lin Moyu showed the young beast now truly treated him as father, willing to share all inherited lore with him.
Days passed then weeks then dozens of days of flight. Yet nothing revealed itself. Not beast, not man, not cultivator. Chaos voids stretched endless.
At last, Little Peng asked uncertainly:
"Father, are we sure the direction is right?"
Lin Moyu smiled.
"Should be. Keep on. Chaos is infinite. We've flown nothing yet.
Crossing the Scar itself takes more than ten thousand years. A few dozen days is dust."
Convinced, Little Peng shook his wings and kept on.
In meantime, Lin Moyu produced a Purple Gold Fruit. Little Peng consumed one gratefully. Lin Moyu also ate one.
Just as he guessed the fruits roused potential, channeling it to strengthen bloodline.
Yes, they were treasures indeed. Yet compared to the Chaos Fruit, they were nothing.
He thought: If one day he needed Chaos Gold, selling just one Chaos Fruit could fetch oceans of wealth.
But he would never sell. A thing so strange must remain hidden. Else, death would soon follow.
Then, Little Peng stiffened.
"Father someone ahead!"
At that moment, Lin Moyu's Undead Eyes also caught the signs flickering soul flames.
More than one.
"Not people," Lin Moyu murmured.
Little Peng sniffed hard. His eyes narrowed in disgust as his blood memory confirmed.
"It's them."
"Who?" Lin Moyu asked.
"The Putrid Corpse Grubs. They live in all Four Extremes. They reek of rot. Everyone detests them."
Lin Moyu blinked. "Rotten stench?"
Before he understood, Little Peng suddenly cried:
"Father seal your soul, quickly!"
But just a breath too late.
Lin Moyu felt a stench at the soul level an odor not of nostrils but of spirit itself.
His mind swam. He nearly fainted outright.
With a snap, he furiously sealed his soul. Yet still the stench poured through, invasive, unyielding.
Lin Moyu snorted in frustration.
"What filth is this?"
Little Peng answered grimly,
"They are worms born of Chaos. Unspeakably foul. Their miasma clings to souls. Smelling too much, a soul itself begins to stink. And then comprehending chaos laws becomes near impossible."
"No wonder," Lin Moyu muttered. "Everyone hates them."
Little Peng nodded.
"Yes, they are scourge. Reviled across Chaos.
But extermination? Impossible. They breed endlessly. Worse they are born with spatial traversal. Killing them all is impossible.
Their eggs hide silently within beasts, or within layers of space. Invisible. Untraceable.
Their parasitism is strange. The host feels nothing. Not even keen souls notice.
Until the day the young hatch then instantly tear through space to flee. That is when the host learns it was parasitized. Too late."
Lin Moyu inhaled sharply. Indeed, such creatures could not be eradicated.
"Chaos gives every life a way to live…"
"Indeed. To exist is to be justified." Little Peng's tone turned philosophical, before grinning awkwardly.
"Not my words my ancestor's. (Don't blame me.)"
Lin Moyu focused upon the soul flames ahead.
They burned not just light, but with faint chaos runes embedded.
Which meant they bore unique abilities.
So he asked, "Beyond parasitism and space shifting… what else?"
Little Peng thought, then said grimly:
"They can drink blood."
Blood drain?
The phrase chilled he knew it was figurative.
Little Peng clarified:
"Yes, they can literally drink blood. But deeper meaning: they draw out the essence source of items treasures, materials, even formations.
Anything they have sucked becomes useless husk.
That's their foulest gift."
Lin Moyu froze. A thought struck.
"Could it be… that the trouble with the cross domain array was caused by them?"
The possibility hung heavy in air.
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