Chapter 21
within the newcomer's secret space ring, Wei Shiyan's eyes caught something chilling Just after opening,
letters , Carved boldly across the inner papery scroll , as though screaming out with a voice of its own, were the words:
"IT'S HUNGRY."
The letters seemed alive, pulsing faintly as though feeding on some unseen essence. That single phrase revealed more than it seemed on the surface—it was a warning, a declaration, and a command. At that moment, Wei Shiyan understood. The man he had slain had not been acting alone. He was nothing more than a servant—one of the countless pawns serving under a mighty figure.
A figure well-known across the outer desolate mirage ridges.
A tyrant, a terrifying name that had been running rampant for the past six months, shaking the outer ridges to their very core.
Wei Shiyan frowned. "Six months…" he muttered to himself.
To ordinary people, six months might sound insignificant, fleeting even. But in the ridges, it was an entirely different concept. Those who survived six months in this place were not simple. They were the heaven-chosen, beings heavily favored by nature itself. They were marked with destiny, tempered by the endless trials of the ridges.
Yet surviving a full year? That was an entirely different matter altogether.
A year meant transformation. A year meant transcending ordinary heaven-chosens to become something far more terrifying—an existence that could topple mountains and change the fate of an entire domain.
Wei Shiyan dug deeper into the slain man's secrets, piecing together what he could from the fragmented soul memory transmissions and the inscriptions within the ring. To his shock, he realized the true purpose of these scouts was far beyond simple treasure hunting.
Yes, they sought treasures. Yes, they looted rings. But their main task was something far more daring .
They were searching for lower mountains—hidden fertile zones, budding life sources, and untouched fragments of essence scattered across the ridges. Their mission was to locate such places and immediately report them back to their lord.
And when reported, their tyrant would come.
Not alone.
But with a beast.
A monstrous existence that devoured everything to grow stronger.
The more mountains and natural essence it consumed, the more terrifying it became.
Wei Shiyan's expression was flat. His eyes devoid of emotions , and a faint scheming and dubious grin appeared, playfulness seeped through his aura as he whispered, "So… this is the kind of beast you raise."
But even that little information was merely the shadow of the true horror it represented.
What he found out is that
This tyrant, despite his infamy, was nothing more than a beast keeper.
A subordinate.
An underling.
He wasn't the true master of power. He was only the caretaker of a beast—one rumored since primordial times. A beast with the potential to ascend into godhood, and perhaps even beyond.
A beast of frightening qualities.
A beast that legends called the Nine Rotation Abyssal God.
The very first beastly being since the dawn of creation. A creature born of chaos itself, monarch and king among all beasts and monsters, a calamity wrapped in flesh and fang.
Wei Shiyan's breath grew heavier. His faith physique, honed and awakened through his multi cultivation paths, resonated with the echoes of this revelation. The deeper he probed, the more fragments he uncovered. Information scattered across the slain man's soul threads painted an image of something incomprehensible, something so ancient that even the heavens seemed unwilling to record it.
The more he learned, the more serious he became.
Because on that seal mark—connected to the tyrant's hidden master—Wei Shiyan sensed something that made his very soul tremble.
The master was young.
Very young.
Possibly around Wei Shiyan's own age… perhaps just a little older.
Someone like him, standing at the precipice of countless possibilities, holding a beast of such destructive potential. A youth with this kind of backing wasn't just a variable—they were an overpowered storm waiting to sweep across the ridges and beyond.
Yet, what baffled Wei Shiyan most was that apart from the tyrant, no one knew the origin of this mysterious master. No one knew where he came from. No one had seen his face. No one even knew his true name.
A man clad in mysteries.
And still, he commanded the tyrant. Still, he sent words through secret transmissions that not even the strongest void seekers could intercept.
But Wei Shiyan's soul detection was absolute. He trusted it. He knew what he felt could never be deceived. This man was real, and his threat undeniable.
Wei Shiyan's heart did not tremble with fear.
Instead, it thundered with raw, violent battle intent.
The sheer intensity of it shook the very space around him. The void groaned under his suppressed will as his martial physique roared like an ancient dragon. A supreme battle intent surged forth, manifesting behind him in the form of a colossal ring wheel, vast and infinite, filled with cosmic mysteries.
Each pulsation of the wheel carried raw, undiluted power.
His body shuddered, beginning to undergo a frightening transformation. Bones creaked. Veins bulged. The will of his physique pressed forward to break all limits.
But Wei Shiyan forced himself to calm down.
Not yet.
This wasn't the time to let his physique explode prematurely.
He clenched his fists and exhaled slowly, stabilizing the rampaging power inside him.
His thoughts grew sharper.
His goal crystallized.
Wei Shiyan no longer merely sought for dominance.
What he truly desired now was to have it all , everything he sets his eyes on, "been greedy is good, if only you have the strength to snatch even from destiny "
He muttered.
He wanted to capture that beast.
The Nine Rotation Abyssal God.
Now, in its early growth, it hadn't yet awakened its full power. Its godly potential was still dormant, restrained by the limits of its current form.
If he could strike now, if he could subdue it…
The beast would belong to him.
The heavens themselves would tremble.
Wei Shiyan's lips curled into a thin smile. His eyes glowed with cold determination. "A beast like that… will not bow to anyone. It sees all beneath the heavens as inferior. Yet, I will make it submit."
The words resounded within the empty space of the slain man's ring, echoing into the void as though challenging the world itself.
For a moment, silence reigned.
Then—
A tremor shook the space ring. The inscription "IT'S HUNGRY" flickered with a strange light. For an instant, Wei Shiyan felt something—something far, far away—is trying to spy on him but it's impossible because not even the heavenly dao can .
.
And he knew.
This battle had already begun.