The chef is from City C, skilled in making delicious Sichuan cuisine. Despite trying to use Mandarin as much as possible, there’s still a trace of a rustic accent, but fortunately, it’s not difficult to discern.
“I used to deliver meals for that snake spirit. She asked me to arrange the vegetables for her while chatting with people. She mentioned something called Tushen, located in the east, on the same level as her but with more allocated resources. The snake spirit was quite dissatisfied, planning to make a fuss with the great lord.”
Zhao Xiaokui and the others listened attentively.
With Lin Bai, the walking data analyzer, it didn’t take long for them to deduce the approximate distribution of power based on the chef’s information and formulate the next goals.
Zhao Xiaokui’s hand landed on the map. “If I’m not mistaken, the great lord should occupy the core inland area. To avoid being surrounded by other evil gods during the battle, we need to weaken the great lord’s strength as much as possible.”
“We can do it this way…”
From the words heard by the chef, it’s not hard to see that among the evil gods, there are also significant frictions.
These evil gods themselves vary in strength. Depending on their strategies and methods of descent, the powers possessed by the earthly vessels they possess also differ. This easily leads to a situation where a powerful evil god becomes weak after descending, while a not-so-powerful one gains the ability to control the elements.
The weakened evil gods feel entitled to the best resources due to their former strength. Even if temporarily weakened, they should receive the best resources to restore their former glory. On the other hand, those evil gods who didn’t have much power before the descent feel superior, thinking, “I’m stronger than you now. Regardless of how you grow in the future, don’t even think about asking me to give up any resources.”
Zhao Xiaokui and the others decided to exploit this aspect.
Dealing with them one by one is too inefficient. It’s better to quietly instigate conflicts among them, prompting the evil gods to engage in direct battles. In small-scale conflicts, for the sake of ruling stability, the great lord would not only turn a blind eye but might even welcome it.
The news of the evil gods fighting below indeed reached Isaac’s ears.
He is an evil god who descended from the Outer Realms, unlike the mindless killing machines created by a group of foolish humans on the other side of the continent. Upon his arrival, he possessed powers far beyond ordinary people and enjoyed a life that ordinary humans could never experience.
The End of the World Sect provided thoughtful and considerate service. Since descending into this mortal body, they treated him like a celestial being, providing everything he needed. It was as if Isaac almost recalled the time when he was a noble lord in the previous era.
Back then, he controlled a prosperous land with millions of citizens, and the annual tribute made him worry-free. He was even a mysterious wizard due to his outstanding talents and the unconventional paths he explored. His path to transcendence was both fast and smooth. If the apocalypse hadn’t suddenly arrived, causing civilization to collapse in an instant, he would have already become a true deity, not cowering in the rifts of time and space like a helpless worm, passively enduring the madness and restlessness from the cosmos.
Isaac considered himself a person of taste. Unlike the other evil gods on the opposite side of the continent, he wasn’t crazy and chaotic. After realizing the differences between the new and old worlds, he quickly began to enjoy his current life—living in a spacious palace, using the latest technology, indulging in endless pleasures, and then, like watching a play, observing the conflicts among other evil gods.
He was much more powerful than these gods, fully aware of how challenging it was to revive in a strange world. Without external assistance and without spending a thousand or eight hundred years, progress was nearly impossible.
“Hmm… Gris and Apos died together, so let’s distribute their land and people to others.”
Zhao Xiaokui and the others didn’t expect that their simple and crude strategy would surpass their imagination.
Within the restless and turbulent Domain, fires of war quickly ignited, and one battle after another unfolded.
Handling a single evil god was already challenging for the seven of them, but the evil gods easily ended up in bloody conflicts with each other. They only needed to create a sense of mutual destruction when one side was defeated, achieving their goal and silently hiding in the shadows.
Of course, while these things may sound simple, their actual implementation consumed a considerable amount of their energy.
Park Huiya’s shape-shifting ability, Ye Ying’s infiltration skills, and Lin Bai’s data access ability played the most significant roles in this battle. Every execution of their strategy meant a substantial collection of intelligence, and these three happened to be the best intelligence gatherers.
Don’t assume that evil gods from the previous transcendent civilization live primitively. Although they blocked external signals, internally, after kidnapping a large number of high-tech talents, they quickly established their own local area network and other high-tech products. It’s just that some evil gods prefer traditional things, which is why they found a pile of parchment and other retro items in the possession of the first evil god, the Snake Woman.
“Nowadays, these malevolent gods really keep up with the times…” Zhao Xiaokui looked at the high-tech laboratory ahead and curled her lips.
Lin Bai stood beside her, empty-handed at the moment. He tightly closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against the cold wall outside the laboratory. Under the cover of his teammates, he swiftly infiltrated this high-tech laboratory.
As they knew it, the evil god named Loyist had found fate substitutes, all stored inside this laboratory.
Arthur asked, “What do you think it’ll be like inside the lab?”
“Pressing a cucumber, like the Nine-headed Serpent Base,” Hill quipped.
Ye Ying shook his head, “I just hope we won’t see a floor full of limbs when we go in.”
Upon hearing this, everyone involuntarily thought of the last evil god who hid fate substitutes, that guy who established a blood pool, chopping people into minced meat and throwing them into the pool. The people he caught to replace destinies, whether men, women, or children, were all required to consume minced meat as food. When they rescued these people, they were almost all insane, with red gleams in their eyes.
It was Zhao Xiaokui who took the initiative to kill them.
“Have you heard of the theory of extraordinary bloodline condensation? This theory comes from a school of thought in the transcendent civilization that studied bloodlines. According to their research, humans can devour different bloodlines to enhance their own lineage and increase their extraordinary powers. The methods of devouring include direct consumption…” Her gaze swept over the frightened team members, “Evil gods use flesh and blood to nurture them to enhance their talents. But do you know the consequences of this kind of devouring?”
“What is it?” Park Huiya couldn’t wait to ask.
Seeing several young children among the killed, she felt heartbroken.
“Once this devouring process begins, they can only feed on the flesh and blood of their kind. Even if we save them, without this flesh and blood, they will either starve to death sooner or later or become predators who see humans as prey.”
Executing dozens of people who were originally victims was even too cruel for this special task force.
Despite experiencing darkness and encountering fear these days, human compassion and sympathy have not been extinguished. There is still an indescribable sense of sorrow when witnessing the death of one’s kind.
A few minutes later, a chilling sensation enveloped everyone.
Sucha reminded, “The patrol evil spirits are approaching.”
As he spoke, Lin Bai opened his eyes, and a green stream of data flashed from his eyes.
He said, “Alright, we can go in now.”
Suddenly, a metal door with interlocking canine teeth patterns appeared on the previously empty wall.
They entered stealthily, and the door slowly closed behind them.
…
Zhao Xiaokui’s departure meant two months had passed.
The black mist churned over the Domain, and even from a distance, everyone could feel the terrifying aura.
“I wonder how things are over there, and there’s no news coming out…”
Zhu Wei sighed, expressing his concern.
He knew how formidable Zhao Xiaokui was and had witnessed her strength. However, Zhao Xiaokui was still a young girl. Even if there were supposed inherited memories, could a girl in her twenties really accomplish such a mission?
Shi Ning stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, looking in the direction of the Domain. She said, “News came from the observation post. Since Xiaokui and the others entered half a month ago, the Domain, which had been spreading outward, suddenly stopped its expansion and even showed signs of contracting. The most noticeable retraction is the route Xiaokui and the others are most likely to have taken. Maybe they have already made a significant impact inside, shining brightly?”
“Let’s hope so,” Zhu Wei looked at the land covered by dense black mist, “they must come back safely.”
While Zhao Xiaokui was on her mission, Shen Zhifei was not idle either.
Before leaving, Zhao Xiaokui brought out all the music and songs she could remember.
Some were her originals, but more were from another world.
Shen Zhifei’s task was to push these special songs nationwide and even globally, allowing more people to hear them.
The secret of the special effects of Zhao Xiaokui’s songs had been leaked when the extraordinary individuals emerged.
Especially the song “Deep Sea,” which had a strong soothing effect on extraordinary individuals, even topping several music charts. The play count was contributed by ordinary listeners, not giving the fans of Xiaokui Flowers any chance to vote.
After the release of the new song, it immediately sparked a craze in Huaxia.
“Ah—baby, have you listened to ‘Towards the Sun’? It feels so warm, like basking in the sun, very comfortable.”
“Alert—Fire-element extraordinary individuals are in luck! With the ‘Towards the Sun’ buff, meditation speed is increased by at least ten percent!”
“The lossless version has even better effects!”
Looking at the comments on the website, Shen Zhifei finally smiled.
Bai Jingru said, “The representatives from the Alliance of Gods and the Freedom Tower who came to discuss copyright are here. Let’s go together.”
More than one person had noticed the unique effect of Zhao Xiaokui’s singing.
With a broad perspective, they had long glimpsed another world within this music.
At the same time, Zhao Xiaokui, who was in the Domain, felt the sudden surge of power in her consciousness. Her heart warmed slightly. Even in another place, her Zhifei never disappointed her.
