The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 738: The Horrifying Truth - Novel Cool

Chapter 738: The Horrifying Truth

Chapter 738: The Horrifying Truth

Feng Dao's gaze swept over the group, and he let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong?" Fang Che asked.

"Those people," Feng Dao replied with a faint smile, "three of them are from my great-grandfather's generation, seven are from my grandfather's generation, and there are about twenty of them who are my uncles and aunts..."

"Their martial path has come to an end. Despite experiencing such a great resonance and the fragrance of the martial dao, they still couldn't break through the barriers of the martial dao..."

Fang Che's eyebrows furrowed, "Is there any solution?"

"There's no solution," Feng Dao said calmly. "In fact, they have already damaged their foundation. Entering here in their forties and fifties, they've been fighting for nearly three hundred years... The blood they've shed is enough to fill hundreds or even thousands of pounds. The flesh that has been cut off their bodies by enemies is also enough to fill hundreds or thousands of pounds."

"Although their martial foundation seems to be intact, you and I both know that with such consumption, how can it not affect their foundation?"

"But they are the true evergreens, the heroic souls of this secret realm. It is because of them that the things and knowledge within the secret realm can be passed down from generation to generation. Many who have accepted their legacies have already broken through to the Holy Emperor and left, but they can only keep fighting here until the day..."

Feng Dao's voice grew heavy, "...they die."

"Why can't they leave?" Fang Che asked, frowning.

"If they don't break through to the Holy Emperor and leave, they will be considered..." Feng Dao continued calmly, "...deserters!"

Deserters.

These two words made everything clear to Fang Che.

Why didn't they leave?

They had fought their entire lives, dedicated their lives to this place. The entire secret realm relied on their steadfast protection to preserve its traditions. Yet, in the end, they would be branded as deserters if they left without breaking through.

Even without anyone saying it, they couldn't bring themselves to accept it.

Having lived a life of pride, combat, and glory, would they be labeled as deserters just because they didn't break through to the Holy Emperor before leaving?

That's why they would rather die here!

They would keep fighting, fighting until... the day they died, and be sealed in ice coffins and carried out as heroes.

That was their only destination.

"How many people are there like this?" Fang Che asked through a sound transmission.

"Fifty-two," Feng Dao replied.

Feng Dao had kept a mental account. Every time he saw those fifty-two names, his heart ached.

But even as the commander, he was helpless.

If he ordered them to leave, they wouldn't budge!

"Give me the list later."

Fang Che said solemnly, "Now that you're here, I can't act freely. After you leave, I'll try to think of a solution."

"You have a solution? You actually have a solution?" Feng Dao exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.

Such treasures for recovering one's foundation were rare, even at the Protector's headquarters. How could he possibly have a solution?

"You doubt me?" Fang Che was slightly annoyed. He extended his hand in front of Feng Dao, pointing to his fingers and said calmly, "Look, do you see this spatial ring?"

"I see it. So what? Are you showing off that you have a spatial ring? Who do you think doesn't have one?" Feng Dao rolled his eyes and extended his hand, imitating Fang Che's gesture. He pointed to his own fingers and said, "Look, do you see this spatial ring?"

Fang Che looked at Feng Dao, once again with a foolish expression, and said calmly, "I have five of these."

Feng Dao, imitating him, said calmly, "I have... Cough, cough, cough..."

Suddenly, he choked and then widened his eyes in shock. "How... How many? How many do you have?"

"Poor guy, your ears are failing you at such a young age."

Fang Che put his hand behind his back and then brought it forward again. On each of his five fingers, there was a spatial ring. "Look, do you see these five spatial rings?"

Feng Dao's eyes bulged, "...!!!"

Fang Che encouraged him, "You turn your hand over, then extend it again. Change it to five and imitate my words, I want to hear it."

"..."

Feng Dao's face turned ashen with rage, "I won't extend it again!"

How could I change it? This guy is not human!

Feng Dao felt completely crushed.

Fang Che made a cutting sound and smiled at him, "Does it look good? Isn't it quite spectacular? I originally wanted to collect ten of them, one for each finger."

"..."

It was indeed quite spectacular, but he didn't want to say that.

Feng Dao suppressed his anger and asked, "How did you get so many spatial rings?"

Fang Che slowly took off the rings one by one and hid them, saying calmly, "How did I get them... Of course, I killed enemies and took them... Do you think someone would give me so many?"

"Don't talk to me with your tongue sticking out!" Feng Dao said with resentment.

"If you can't take it, why ask? How dare you still pretend in front of me?"

Fang Che left the initial spatial ring and said, "In my spatial ring, there is still more than half of the space that hasn't been taken out."

"???"

Feng Dao grimaced, "You've already taken out so much wine and meat, and there's still more?"

Fang Che sighed and said, "The reason for keeping those things is that pills and other items can't fill these five rings.

"Feng Dao stumbled and steadied himself by holding his temples. "Wait... let me catch my breath..."

He felt dizzy and disoriented.

What the hell! Five rings filled with pills? What kind of god are you?!

"Are they all pills?" Feng Dao asked, his voice slurred.

"Of course not all pills." Fang Che gave him another look as if he were an idiot.

Feng Dao heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's more like it. How could all the rings be filled with..."

"There are some other things, like heavenly materials, spirit crystals, and the like." Fang Che winked, "The lowest grade of spirit crystals are all top-grade, you know."

His tone was as if he were pacifying a child.

Feng Dao plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, "Damn, damn, damn..."

"Are there no other items? Like weapons? Where do you keep them?" Feng Dao inquired.

"You're so stupid, and you don't even know it."

Fang Che transmitted his voice, "Weapons are obviously in my head. Can't you tell they're divine metals? Second Bro, your brain isn't working, and neither are your eyes or ears."

"!!!"

Feng Dao's mind was blown.

This time, it was completely shattered.

He felt like he couldn't go on living. His pride as the third-generation genius of the Wind Rain Snow Three Great Clans had been crushed, leaving nothing behind.

It was like having ten thousand dollars and thinking you were rich, only to meet a tech giant and try to show off your wealth, then asking if they were envious.

"Can you go out now without worries?" Fang Che asked.

"Yes, yes..."

Feng Dao nodded repeatedly, and his saliva formed an arc as he nodded up and down.

"Where did all these things come from?" Feng Dao persisted.

"I robbed them, of course."

Fang Che looked at him in surprise, "Why are you still asking? Are you really that confused?"

Feng Dao's eyes widened, "Did you really kill a hundred million people?!"

Fang Che paused for a moment and said, "If we're being strict about it..."

Feng Dao's heart sank. He thought, 'Strictly speaking, it should be less than that. Even a hundred million is shocking enough.'

"Strictly speaking, it should be around two hundred and thirty million."

Fang Che boasted.

It wasn't really boasting, considering that Sun Wutian's calculations included him, and he had no complaints about that.

"Two hundred and thirty million..."

Feng Dao's mind went blank.

At this moment, he had only one thought: Who is this sworn brother of mine? As soon as I get out of here, I'll investigate!

I want to see what kind of monster he is! He's truly scared the hell out of me.

Spending time with him every day, anyone with a weaker heart might not survive.

"Are there any items that can enhance one's talent?" Feng Dao continued his inquiry.

He was like a curious little kid.

"What do you know so much for?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes, "You're about to go out."

Feng Dao turned away, baring his teeth, "Big Bro, how old are you, really?"

"You're calling me Big Bro, and you're still asking."

Fang Che yawned, "Go out and ask around. Calling me Big Bro won't be a loss for you."

"Yes, Big Bro."

Feng Dao smiled, "Big Bro, you look younger with that face."

"I'm trying to find you a sister-in-law."

Fang Che sighed, "If you don't tidy up your appearance, how can you woo girls? Nowadays, girls are very practical. If your face doesn't look good, they won't even give you the time of day."

"Are girls outside like that now?" Feng Dao was shocked.

"It's hard to explain."

Fang Che's face was filled with sorrow, "It's said that the Snow Condensing Sword has been single for tens of thousands of years. He's still a bachelor to this day. You can imagine how difficult it is to find a wife outside now."

"..." Feng Dao cursed under his breath.

Feng Dao was furious, "The Snow Condensing Sword doesn't want to find one! Besides, what kind of woman can stand his cold and icy demeanor? He's like the mystical ice in our cave. One look at him, and you'd freeze!"

Mentioning the Snow Condensing Sword, Feng Dao felt he had regained his right to speak.

"Cold and icy..." Fang Che sighed, crossing his legs.

He couldn't help but scratch his body.

Two days and a night passed peacefully.

Finally, the day arrived.

Seven hundred members of the Feng family emerged, led by the captain and deputy captain, and reached the battlefield.

On the opposite side, Bi Fangdong received the news and rushed out, his face filled with anger.

"Feng Dao!"

Bi Fangdong's voice trembled with suppressed rage, "You've already gained the upper hand. Do you really want to push it to the point of mutual destruction?"

"Pfft..."

Fang Che burst out laughing, "Captain Tiger Head, your words make it sound like we've wronged you. We're all friends, sharing our resources. Our relationship is so good."

Bi Fangdong was furious, "You say our relationship is so good, but can you give me what I need?"

"No."

Fang Che's answer was straightforward.

Bi Fangdong and the others: "..."

Fang Che stated matter-of-factly, "You guys over there lack nothing. You're much wealthier than us. As the first group of well-off people who got rich first, why can't we take some things from you? It's because we look up to you!"

Bi Fangdong flew into a rage, "I don't need your respect!"

Fang Che said, "Then do you want me to look down on you? Just say the word, and I'll do it!"

Two flying blades appeared in his hands, spinning on his fingertips.

Bi Fangdong took a deep breath and said angrily, "I won't argue with you."

Feng Dao hurriedly asked, "Feng Dao, what do you need from me?"

Feng Dao sighed in his heart, already envisioning the fate that awaited Tiger Head after his departure. When it came to relationships, he was at a severe disadvantage, so much so that he didn't even dare to offend the other party with his words.

It was simply unimaginable.

But relationships, those unpredictable players, were the ones that gave everyone a headache.

Moreover, Feng Dao couldn't understand one thing—how could Fang Che achieve killing above his rank?

Feng Dao was well aware of the difficulty of achieving a one-hit kill.

However, Fang Che could kill a group with a single attack.

Even with his higher cultivation level, Feng Dao couldn't achieve a one-hit kill, so how could Fang Che do it? It could only be attributed to the power of his malevolent aura, but why was it so strong? Feng Dao had only guessed part of it; the other part was... whether it was the Heavenly King's Netherworld Gun Technique, Sun Wutian's Heaven Hating Blade Technique, the advanced version of Blood Spirit Seven Swords, or the Dragon God Halberd's Heavenly King Technique...

Each of these was a battle technique capable of taking on ten thousand soldiers alone, and they were always the most malevolent!

Especially the Heaven Hating Blade Technique, which was specifically designed to kill people.

One sword was all it took to kill! Additionally, there was the power of the Boundless True Scripture and the divine metal weapons, the application of the Night Terror Night Demon Skill... and more.

Although Feng Dao was powerful and exceptionally talented, he still fell short compared to Fang Che.

"Tiger Head, I'm about to break through and leave this place soon."

Feng Dao spoke frankly, "I estimate it will happen within a day or two."

If Bi Fangdong had heard this news earlier, he would have been thrilled. He knew that his biggest obstacle was Feng Dao.

Once Feng Dao left, Bi Fangdong would have complete confidence in conquering the secret realm on the other side.

He could achieve unification.

However, at this moment, Bi Fangdong wasn't the least bit excited or delighted. Instead, he felt a sense of bitterness and said, "Who will be the captain after you leave?"

Fang Che, sitting beside him, was trimming his nails with a small flying blade. Upon hearing this, he looked up and revealed a harmless, honest smile of a young man, saying, "It will be me."

Bi Fangdong let out a long sigh.

He really wanted to say, "Feng Dao, don't leave. Stay, and let this relationship go."

The thought of having to face this relationship for years to come made Bi Fangdong feel like his head was splitting in two.

And this relationship would soon become the captain!

Bi Fangdong smiled bitterly, "Congratulations."

He had made up his mind.

Feng Dao was about to break through and leave, just one step away from becoming a Holy Emperor.

He had to hurry and break through, then leave.

It was better to let others deal with this relationship; otherwise, his life would be at stake.

"Then why did you come to me?" Bi Fangdong hummed, "I'm not your friend."

"After all these years of fighting," Feng Dao sighed, "although we're not friends, we're mortal enemies. But before I go, I want to have one last battle with you. My Feng family, who died by your hand, is watching me."

He suddenly roared towards the sky, "Tiger Head! Come! Let me kill you before I go!"

Bi Fangdong laughed savagely, "Feng Dao, it seems you don't want to leave! I'll grant your wish to die here!"

With a whoosh, he drew two curved blades.

Feng Dao charged forward with his sword.

With a ferocious slash, a brutal aura of thousands of soldiers rushed towards Bi Fangdong, "Watch the sword!"

The two engaged in a fierce battle.

Fang Che focused his attention on their fight, both using the aura of Sage Kings in their combat, as per Fang Che's specific request.

He was well aware of his shortcomings, so he asked Feng Dao to prolong the fight as much as possible.

This way, he could study every move of Bi Fangdong.

And now, Feng Dao's cultivation was slightly higher than Bi Fangdong's, so when faced with Feng Dao's deadly attacks, Bi Fangdong had no choice but to fight with all his might.

Otherwise, he might be killed by Feng Dao today.

He had to put aside everything and respond to every move.

These two old rivals, who had fought countless battles, unleashed their strongest sides in this final confrontation.

Beside Fang Che, stood three Sage King experts—Wolf Fang, Wolf Heart, and Wolf Eye.

They continuously explained all the rules and regulations to Fang Che.

In every secret realm, the initial maximum capacity was two Sage King experts. This wasn't a Sage King-level secret realm but a Sage-level one.

Two Sage Kings could lead the way, and the rest were Sages who would gradually grow and break through within.

Within this realm, one gradually adapts to the spatial rules, and if they do so, there will be no issues.

This is an incredibly mysterious matter.

However, the tolerance of the space has its limits.

That's nine Saint King experts, the ultimate limit.

Including Saint Kings from first to ninth rank, all ranks.

If there are already nine Saint King experts in the secret realm, then even if all nine of them break through and become Saint Kings within the realm, new Saint Kings from the outside will never be able to enter! But at any time, they can't maintain a full team.

Because if someone suddenly breaks through, they will inevitably be randomly excluded by the spatial rules. If it's a lower-ranked Saint King, it's still manageable, but what if the strongest captain with the highest cultivation is excluded?

Wouldn't that be a devastating disaster?

These rules have been tested and refined over countless years with countless lives. Each secret realm has its own set of rules, and once it's breached, the entire force is annihilated. Even if new people reclaim it, they'll need to rediscover these rules from scratch.

That's why the elders within the secret realm are so precious.

Fang Che couldn't help but feel that since he entered this place, his mind has been filled with nothing but rules, rules, and more rules...

All kinds of rules, making his head spin.

The more he listened, the more he felt that these rules weren't just targeting the Guardians, but also the Only Righteous Sect! And these rules, in a strict sense, were designed to cause more deaths.

More deaths of high-level martial artists!

This was Fang Che's intuition, an intuition that made no logical sense, yet it took root in his heart.

In a secret realm, there are two groups of people. They must fight, and to occupy the other's realm, they have to annihilate them.

How to occupy: Kill them all.

After the slaughter, they still need to guard against the other's counterattack.

And this counterattack lasts for a hundred hours. In other words, you might repel one wave every hour, and if you calculate it this way, you might need to repel a hundred waves to hold your ground! A hundred waves!

Fang Che's legs felt weak just thinking about it. How many people would die? If they annihilate the other side, they themselves would be nearly wiped out. Without reinforcements, how could they repel wave after wave of attacks?

So, this 'occupation' is essentially a mutual destruction.

We'll kill you all, and we'll be nearly wiped out. Then, when new people come from your side, they won't need much effort to annihilate us and occupy our side...

And then, we'll counterattack and kill you all...

This is a never-ending war of attrition.

The more Fang Che thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss.

This is a pure consumption arena.

The top experts from both continents are being sacrificed here, but it's not just about sacrificing lives; they're fighting for the continent's destiny.

Heavenly Fortune, Great Dao Fortune.

These two fortunes give both sides enough reason not to back down, forcing them to sacrifice generation after generation, endlessly entering the fray, endlessly dying, endlessly replenishing! And on this foundation, all the rules are designed to maintain balance.

In other words, it doesn't allow either side to gain overwhelming dominance, ensuring that even after truly conquering the other's realm, they can't hold it completely.

This point is tightly controlled!

For example, the number and ranks of Saint Kings, the number and ranks of members, the life and death rules, the destiny spirit stones...

Everything is filled with manipulation.

Fang Che watched the battle, analyzing Bi Fangdong's strength, while also listening to the three people's mental transmissions, conducting an in-depth analysis of the secret realm's rules.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a deep sense of dread.

He recalled the moment he entered, those countless passageways like a spider's web...

How many secret realms are there? How many people die every day?

And the starting point here is at the Sovereign Rank.

As for the upper limit... According to the rules of a Saint's secret realm, which can have a ninth-rank Saint King as the leader, then a Saint King's secret realm should have no shortage of ninth-rank Saint Emperors.

Fang Che couldn't help but look up, his eyes filled with fear as he gazed at the mist.

Is the existence of this secret realm just about the dispute over the continent's destiny?

Perhaps it's also about the consumption of lives? Why would it require the blood and flesh of high-level martial artists?

Gazing into the void, Fang Che felt an extreme coldness.

An extreme ruthlessness.

Is it... a god?

Is a so-called god controlling everything, coldly watching the game he set up, causing endless slaughter for countless ages?

For tens of thousands of years, it's been like this, and the two continents have lost over a hundred billion lives.

What does He want to achieve? Why do this? Why set up such a game?

Fang Che silently asked these questions in his heart.

But all he felt was terror.

(End of Chapter)

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