Chapter 153: Max-Level 'World'

Various scenes began to flash before Mephistopheles’ eyes, each one rapidly expanding.

A prosperous forest city lay in tranquil harmony, inhabited by Elves, beastkin, the Human Race, and the Demon Race. All these races lived joyfully together within this vast Forest, where there was no war, no conflict—only a benevolent Deity.

Every creature in this place adored this Deity, gathering like stars around the moon as they celebrated the night beneath a towering giant tree. Seated upon the trunk was a White-Haired Maiden, gazing down upon the scene below with doting eyes.

This vision vanished from Mephistopheles’ sight in an instant. The towering giant tree transformed into a terrifying Demon Tree, beginning to devour the people who had trusted in it. Even those with formidable strength ultimately refrained from striking the Divine Tree. The Demon Tree’s vines mercilessly pierced through one cold corpse after another, slaughtering the city’s inhabitants in a one-sided massacre.

Amidst the bloodshed of that night, the once-prosperous city turned into ruins.

Demon King Mephistopheles removed his Robe, revealing a massive cavity in his chest.

“Retrograde Light!”

Seeing the Divine Tree Sylph behind him reveal a frenzied, devilish smile, Zhai Guangyi’s heart sank with foreboding. This was indeed a madman. He could wait no longer. The lake water here weakened the Divine Tree Sylph; without this environment, he would likely be devoured instantly.

“I have completed the digestion of the soul!”

Directly activating ‘World,’ Zhai Guangyi willed his True Body, which had not yet fully absorbed the Soul Energy, to imagine the process as complete. Over forty thousand units of Soul Energy were instantly absorbed. Zhai Guangyi’s Spiritual Power began to soar, his Skill Points breaking through the 100,000 mark in an instant, and his True Body’s Level continuously rising.

Without hesitation, he directly leveled up ‘World’ to Level 10.

Far away in the Mesopotamia Forest, Zhai Guangyi’s True Body unleashed a terrifying Soul Fluctuation that began to spread, a powerful aura enveloping the entire Forest.

In the heart of the Forest, Amutate, the Black Jade Saint Dragon, felt his heart grow heavy. An immensely terrifying Soul Energy pressed directly upon his Soul. Even as the Clan Leader of the upper echelons of the Dragonkin, he could not maintain his posture, forced to kneel on one knee, unable to lift his head. The younger generation beside him, Qiao Zhirou and Xu Aicai, had already fallen unconscious.

This scene was not limited to the Dragonkin. Even the Demon King’s Army, which had just arrived at Banwang City, was overwhelmed by this terrifying Soul Pressure, leaving them gasping for breath. Some of the weaker members of the Demon Race fell unconscious on the spot, while those at the Demigod Level or above barely managed to retain their senses.

At the forefront of the army, Hong Ren activated a Special Skill, transforming into a crimson-hued specter, barely managing to stay conscious.

“Is this a Deity?” Hong Ren had never seen a Deity before, but this Soul Pressure surpassed even that of the Demon King Honored One. Such terrifying Soul Pressure was absolutely not something ordinary beings could withstand.

“Prepare the formation! Time is running out. Continue advancing!”

Hong Ren was the first to release his magic power, and most of the demons who had not yet fallen unconscious followed suit, releasing their magic power as well. Streams of magic power connected into lines, linking everyone in the Demon King’s Army together. This was one of the trump cards of the Demon King’s Army—using a Demigod Rank demon as the pivot to unify all demons in the army, merging their souls into a single entity. This power allowed them to rival a Demon King.

This was also one of the magical systems researched by the School of Intellect many years later—the Soul Integration Method.

Although this magic could transform the Demon King’s Army into an absolutely powerful whole, once the magic was dispelled, many demons would experience confusion in their memories and abilities. This was the drawback of this magic, especially for Demigod Rank powerhouses, who suffered the greatest impact. Many demigods would lose their demigod status due to this magic, falling from the ranks of demigods.

Many demons who could not withstand this Divine Pressure had already recovered. The battlefield lay ahead, and wherever the Demon King needed them to go, they would go without hesitation. This was the Demon King’s Army.

Most of the residents in Banwang City had been knocked unconscious by this Soul Pressure. However, the Followers who had received Zhai Guangyi’s Blessing were not only unaffected by the pressure but also felt a sacred and powerful energy nourishing their souls. They all knew the source of this power—it was the strength of their Divine Tree, Sylph.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er felt their souls continuously ascending. Xiong Da had successfully evolved Submission into an Ultimate Skill during this pressure-free war, and now, the soul energy from the Divine Tree surged into his body like a spring. He could wait no longer and immediately prepared to evolve on the spot, aiming to cross the threshold of level 70 and become a Transcendent Demigod.

Xiong Batian held Mier’s severed head in one hand while still gripping the Spiked Club in the other. This was her achievement—killing a Transcendent Demigod powerhouse while surpassing her own rank, all without relying on the power of the Lord Divine Tree.

“Lord Divine Tree!”

Feeling the immense energy flowing into her soul, she was filled with unparalleled joy. This was unimaginable power, and the Demon King Seed within her stirred restlessly.

This Demon King Seed was like a thirsty seed, frantically absorbing the surrounding energy and the soul energy from the Lord Divine Tree. It had begun to react slightly when Xiong Batian killed Mier. At first, Xiong Batian had no idea what this thing was, but it seemed to constantly urge her to hunt powerful beings and absorb stronger, purer soul energy.

Xiong Batian could sense that it might allow her to evolve into a new existence.

Feicui knelt in the Elf Church, tears streaming from his eyes as he prayed fervently. This terrifying Soul Fluctuation was all too familiar to him.

“Master, your current body is no longer capable of bearing your soul,” Xiao Ai’s voice echoed in Zhai Guangyi’s mind.

Zhai Guangyi’s Soul Strength was still continuously climbing. The Skill ‘World’ seemed to be driving his soul toward another Breakthrough.

The moment this Skill broke through to level 10, Zhai Guangyi felt his thoughts expand. This part of the information had always been handled by Xiao Ai, the System.

The essence of every object he saw and thought of unfolded one by one in his mind. At this moment, Zhai Guangyi felt as if he were omnipotent. Life could cycle endlessly between death and birth in an instant within his grasp. Whether it was living beings, weapons, or Divine Artifacts, their true nature was laid bare before him—including everything on this planet.

This process was utterly miraculous. Previously, such knowledge would have left him dizzy and overwhelmed, but now it was calmly inscribed before him. There was no need to deliberately memorize it; it felt as though he had always possessed this understanding, as if this knowledge had always been immersed within his mind.