Chapter 61: Huisuo's Hand!

Chapter 61: Huisuo’s Hand! (600 First Subscriptions Achieved!)

Inside the spaceship control room,

Several large crates sat waiting.

Orianna claimed her ration pack first. Now at the seventh tier of Stellar-Level cultivation, consuming these rations would soon allow her to ascend to the full Stellar Class. At that point, her Genetic Tier would multiply tenfold, placing her on equal footing with the Goldhorned Beast.

The remaining three crates were carried by Jiang Zhe into the World Bracelet to be opened alongside Silver Robe Yuan Shen.

The black elliptical egg before them spanned twelve meters in diameter. Standing beside it, Jiang Zhe and Silver Robe Yuan Shen resembled guards studying a four-story watchtower.

Jiang Zhe rubbed his chin. “Using all of it might be a waste, don’t you think?”

Silver Robe Yuan Shen nodded, plucking a palm-sized fragment from the shell and sending it into their Internal Cosmos. Then, they picked up the Memory Core to absorb the inheritance memories stored within.

Jiang Zhe’s gaze shifted to the two remaining crates. Suddenly remembering something, he smacked his forehead in frustration.

“I forgot to buy you a fifth-grade Primordial Force Weapon… Wait until the auction in fifty-three years. By then, you’ll likely have breached the Space Law threshold and be ready to venture into the Universe.”

Silver Robe Yuan Shen: ……

The Eight-Treasure Alligator Dragon Lance of the Jiang Clan had already been retired. That alloy-forged long spear was useless beyond its hardness. Martial Artists who grasped the Laws needed Primordial Force Weapons.

Take the revered fragment of Chihun Tongmu in Babata’s possession—it had only dominated in the Thunder World at the Stellar Class level. Later, Yan Shen Weapons became Luo Feng’s ultimate choice.

Jiang Zhe cultivated Mentalist techniques, delving into the Time Law, while Silver Robe Yuan Shen pursued Martial Artist methods, studying the Space Law. Their periodic exchanges of insights made Jiang Zhe feel like he was sprinting toward becoming a “hexagonal warrior.”

First, they opened the crate containing the Mistshadow Shuttle.

About five feet long, its sleek, silver-gray form exuded an illusion of weightlessness. Yet in reality, it weighed more than a mountain, radiating an oppressive aura.

Jiang Zhe ran his hand along its cool surface, channeling Mental Energy into its core to connect with its latent sentience. This was “nurturing”—high-grade weapons required spiritual imprinting before use.

He wasn’t in a rush to test his “new toy.” After the auction, he’d already taken the Mistshadow Shuttle into the Kill Zone. Using the Domain of Shadowed Echoes, he’d split his Temporal Echo Technique into two forms within half a day. Returning to reality, he’d stabilized at two Temporal Echo Techniques using the Skyfaring Needle.

Next, they opened the final crate. Inside was a metallic case. After inputting the password, the lid lifted automatically, revealing two large and small gloves of dark purple and gold.

The larger glove’s sleeve was as thick as Jiang Zhe’s waist, half a meter long—clearly meant for a giant several meters tall. The smaller one, when spread open, could completely cover his face. Size wasn’t an issue; both gloves could shrink or expand to fit any form.

Slight differences existed between them, but both were composed of 10,081 intricate components etched with complex secret patterns. When assembled, the gloves formed continuous motifs from the knuckles to the forearms—a Wrathful Ape or Thunder Dragon.

The larger glove bore the Thunder Dragon Pattern, crafted from 10,081 scale-like metal plates as thin as cicada wings. The smaller featured the Wrathful Ape Pattern, made of 10,081 needle-fine components.

Instructions for using these Mental Strength Weapons had been delivered to Jiang Zhe’s villa post-auction. The courier, however, had been brusque, warning him sternly against sharing the techniques—Virtual Universe would monitor him closely.

Jiang Zhe had blinked in confusion, momentarily feeling like he’d just purchased classified secrets with points in the Virtual Cosmos Corporation.

Only after opening the manual did he understand the severity of the warning. The “Beast God Secret Record” resembled a tablet, but its cover illustration—a grotesque dragon-man pointing a finger—struck his mind like a cosmic explosion.

His consciousness had been wiped clean by the blast. Moments later, he shuddered, his eyes regaining light as he realized he’d struck gold.

This wasn’t just luck—it was a deliberate gift from the weapon’s creator, likely seeking to test their techniques or identify a Beast God Path prodigy. Whoever they were, their status among the Five Great Powers must be immense.

The first page’s vague secret pattern depicted a humanoid dragon beast mid-gesture, its artistic conception and divine essence blurred into chaos. Jiang Zhe, unable to decipher it, skipped the preface and dove into the main content.

The Beast God Secret Record split into two sections: “Basics” and “Advanced.”

—The “Basics” detailed the Small Beast God’s Hand.

—The “Advanced” explained the true Beast God’s Hand.

Jiang Zhe knew his limits. Without grasping the preface’s patterns, he couldn’t skip ahead. The Basics focused on fusing the Primordial Laws of Thunder and Time. Mastering it elevated one to Realm Lord Rank, capable of briefly restraining Immortal deities.

To Jiang Zhe, the Small Beast God’s Hand rivaled the Controller’s Nine Divine Weapons. Yet its passive nature—lacking lethal force against Immortals—earned it lesser status.

For example, the Yan Shen Weapon’s ninth form, the Divine Golden Sword, could wound ordinary Immortals through spatial rifts, ensuring survival against their pursuit. Hence its name: Immortal, Too, Can Be Defied!

The Small Beast God’s Hand, however, maxed at seven forms. Its final technique, Fix Time’s Shadow, could only momentarily paralyze an Immortal. Alone, that left the user vulnerable once the Immortal broke free.

Studying the Wrathful Ape Pattern on the glove, Jiang Zhe traced its inspiration to the Huisuo Behemoth.

“Small Beast God’s Hand?” He chuckled, slipping his left hand into the glove. “Accurate… but I’ll call it Huisuo’s Hand.”

Huisuo—the Star Sky Beast of Thunder and Time, the very Behemoth!

The Wrathful Ape Pattern mirrored the Huisuo Behemoth’s form, while Fix Time’s Shadow imitated its innate secret art. Most crucially, the text hinted at a secret: Star Sky Beasts were descendants of the Tiansheng Shou Shen (Born Beast Gods).

Luo Feng’s mentor, the Old Beast God, had revealed this during training. Goldhorned Beast, as the Golden-Horned God’s descendant, had surged ahead on the Beast God Path. Thus, Huisuo Behemoth traced its origin to the Thunder Beast God. Calling its glove the “Little Beast God” was fitting.

Recalling the Basics, Jiang Zhe slid his left hand into Huisuo’s Hand.

Click—click—

The needle-fine components tightened, sheathing his arm from palm to elbow like a gauntlet. It resembled a simple bracer, hiding its true weight—like carrying a mountain.

“The Basics require mastery of Thunder and Time Laws,” he mused.

“Huisuo’s Hand has seven forms…”

“First: Heaven’s Punishment…”

“Second: Spear of Retribution…”

“Third: Still the Storm…”

“Fourth: Huisuo’s Great Mill…”

“Fifth: End World…”

“Sixth: Demon Ape…”

“Seventh: Fix Time’s Shadow…”

(End of Chapter)

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