Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

The Blood-Clad Demoness's gaze finally settled on several special battlefield light screens, all of which belonged to powerful experts at the peak of the sixth level of the Chaos God Realm. The pink vortex in her eyes swirled slightly faster.

But soon, her gaze was drawn to a lowly minion whose aura was only at the third level of the Chaos God realm.

It was a wasteland of bones.

A molten gold wolf is fighting against a giant, dark gold finger that reaches the heavens and the earth.

"Oh? It can actually draw out the remnant will of an ancient god to unleash its full power?" The Demoness leaned forward slightly, seemingly intrigued. She watched as the golden wolf was crushed into a black hole by the giant palm, then surged upwards, its mouth biting into the finger bone, its vertical pupils devouring lightning... ultimately shattering the thousand-foot-long finger bone.

"A divine body born of nature... such a pure Devouring Dao... how can it so domineeringly refine the remnants of an ancient god's power?" The Demoness's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a rare treasure. "Interesting, very interesting! Although this wolf's current cultivation level is low, its potential is far beyond that of an ordinary scattered demon! Its foundation... its potential..."

Although the Blood-Clad Demoness didn't have the ability to immediately see that Bai Yu was a reincarnated visitor from another world, she was still born at the beginning of this origin world and was also born with spirituality. Of course, she could vaguely sense Bai Yu's extraordinary nature.

Not to mention, among the seven major paths of Yin Tian Shen—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire—she has already mastered the path of 'joy' and can sense some 'joyful events' related to herself.

She licked her red lips, and an indescribable greed and desire spread through her eyes as if it were a tangible thing.

Devouring this golden wolf will bring rewards beyond imagination.

"My lord?" The old demon sensed the subtle change in the demon princess's aura and asked tentatively.

"Including him," the Demoness's voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement, "this golden wolf... is my biggest surprise today! His origin, his Dao... makes my heart itch even more than that Blazing Heaven Holy Blood!"

Her gaze swept across the entire arena, taking in the figures on the screen—some struggling to survive, some committing frenzied killings, and others scheming insidiously—and the smile on her red lips grew increasingly eerie and cold.

"Raising Gu..." she murmured softly, like the delirious murmur of a lover, "The longer it is raised, the fiercer the battle, and the more delicious and pure the flesh, blood, soul, and spirit contained within the Gu King that survives in the end will be, the more perfect the food that will help me take that final step..."

……

There is no such thing as reincarnation in this Origin World. So once the Devouring Essence Golden Core is broken, it means true death. Therefore, even if they reach the Chaos God Realm, the Chaos Realm experts in this Origin World are still constantly struggling for their lives and constantly seeking survival to climb higher. They are far from being as carefree and unrestrained as they are in the Origin Continent.

At this moment, the scarlet blood was thick and viscous, bubbling and emitting a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor.

The three-headed serpent demon brothers—Barton, Bal, and Baal—formed a three-way formation back to back, their six poisoned scimitars wielding an impenetrable blade, shredding the enormous blood beasts that crawled out of the blood lake and were formed from filthy blood into mincemeat.

They cooperated seamlessly, combining offense and defense, and managed to stabilize their position in a short period of time despite the onslaught of blood.

"Big brother! This can't go on! The evil will never end!" the second brother, Balu, roared, slicing off the head of the blood beast that pounced on him with a single stroke, the foul-smelling blood splattering all over him.

"Hold on! As long as we can hold on for one more day, with our brothers' record, Lady Demoness will surely take notice!" The eldest brother, Barton, had a sinister look in his eyes, and the twin swords in his hands turned into a meat grinder storm.

The third brother, Bal, remained silent, but his eyes subtly swept over his two older brothers, a hint of malice flashing in them.

Just as another mountain-sized blood beast was defeated by the three of them, Baal suddenly twisted his body, and his poisoned scimitar, instead of stabbing at the blood beast, pierced the back of the unsuspecting second brother, Balu, with unparalleled precision, like a venomous snake.

"Pfft!"

"You...!" Balu turned around in disbelief, the deadly poison instantly paralyzing his soul.

"Barr! What are you doing!" Barton's eyes widened in fury.

"At this rate, no one has any hope! Big brother, second brother, lend me a hand!" Baal grinned maliciously, the black light on his blade surging, frantically devouring Balu's demonic energy and essence blood.

Balu's body shrank at a visible rate, while Baal's aura rose steadily.

"Damn it!" Barton roared, slashing at Baal with his twin swords.

But at this moment, Baal had drained Balu dry, and his strength surged. He easily deflected Barton's attack and slashed Barton's shoulder with a backhand, leaving a trail of blood.

"Brother, please grant my wish too!" Baal's eyes were filled with madness and greed.

He ignored the blood beasts surging around him and charged at Barton with all his might.

Fratricide is more bloody and cruel than any other evil.

In the end, Barton was beheaded by Baal, his entire cultivation level used to serve the traitor. Baal, covered in blood, stood in a pool of blood, laughing wildly to the sky. Although his aura was slightly mixed, it had already reached the sixth level of the Chaos God realm!

He brandished his scimitar and lunged at the surrounding blood beasts.

……

The molten lava was churning wildly, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and burning.

The lava troll Karum is like a walking volcano; his fighting style is simple, brutal, and effective—he throws punches. Each punch carries the immense power of lava, capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas, blasting the charging fire lizards and lava giants into charred remains.

His aura was violent and chaotic, filled with the destructive qualities unique to the Blood Burning Yin God lineage.

"Trash, all trash!" Karum roared, tearing a lava python that tried to ambush him in two, its scalding lava entrails spilling onto the ground.

As a powerful figure from the Burning Blood Yin God lineage, he shouldn't have been here. However, because he also coveted the Seraph's source of light blood, he temporarily set aside his pride and came here. Unexpectedly, the Blood-Clad Demoness showed him no respect and instead threw him into the Hundred Evils Arena along with those ordinary minor characters...

This infuriated him, and every punch he threw was filled with rage!

Little did he know that his appearance would cause great distress to the Blood-Clad Demoness on the high platform.

Although the lava troll Karum wasn't one of the most trusted confidants in the Blood God lineage, he was still a capable lieutenant. Who knew that this hothead would come running over like a stray demon with no connections?

Karum, a sixth-level Chaos God, certainly met the standards for devouring, but the Blood-Clad Demoness dared not devour him, because the Burning Blood Yin God was an even more terrifying Yin God than the Joyful Yin God. He had already cultivated five of the seven emotions, making him a peak Yin God!

"I'll just give you a share for free, consider it feeding the dogs." The Blood-Clad Demoness's pretty face was full of helplessness. The source blood bestowed upon her by the God of Music could only be divided into eight portions at most; dividing it further would affect its effectiveness.

……

As the spherical barrier surrounding the arena stabilized again and the raging storm of killing within gradually subsided, the thick aura of blood and violence almost solidified, spreading through the barrier and suffocating the fighters in the stands.

The Blood-Clad Demoness lazily rose from the throne of gods and demons, her blood-red skirt shimmering with an alluring luster.

Her blood-red fingertips casually touched the light screen, which rippled like water and instantly split into hundreds of independent images, clearly reflecting the figures of all the survivors on the battlefield.

"Corroding Poison Queen, Bone Master, Lava Troll Karum, Shadow Assassin Akaros, Baal, Black Corrosion Venerable..." With each flick of the Demoness's blood-jade-like fingers, a figure was pulled from the shattered battlefield of a hundred evils by an invisible force and landed below the high platform. The six names recited were all renowned, top-tier powerhouses whose auras had reached the sixth level of Chaos Godhood; no one dared to object.

The Bone Master remained calm and composed, chuckling softly behind his hand after consuming the Heart-Corroding Poison, but his eyes flashed with cold calculation. Baal's bloodlust had not yet dissipated, carrying the ferocity of fratricide, while Karum carried a trace of arrogance belonging to the Blood Burning lineage.

However, as the demoness continued to tap her finger, a commotion erupted!

"...Golden Wolf, White Jade."

The white jade of the molten gold divine body was enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible force and landed in the queue.

An even bigger storm followed.

"...And you, Thousand Faces."

A figure shrouded in shifting light and shadow, whose aura was only at the fourth level of the Chaos God realm, was drawn up. His aura was slightly weak, clearly indicating that he had survived the Hundred Evils Battlefield by sheer luck, and might even have survived to the end by avoiding combat.

"what?!"

"Golden Wolf? Third level of Chaos God? Thousand Faces? Fourth level?"

"What a joke! I'm at the peak of the fifth level of Chaos God, and I've slain eighty-seven monsters. Why am I not among them?!"

"I, 'Soul-Splitting Demon Lord,' have roamed the abyss for countless years, yet I am inferior to a mere third-level junior?!"

"Lady Demoness! This is unfair!!" "..."

A roar of doubt, anger, resentment, and hatred exploded like a tsunami.

Especially those powerful individuals at the fifth level of the Chaos God realm, who believed they had fought fiercely and achieved remarkable results, had bloodshot eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

They felt utterly humiliated that their hard work had been snatched away by two clearly "unqualified" individuals!

"Golden Wolf! What are you! Get down here!" A Chaos God Level 5 peak Demon Lord, covered in jet-black scales and with a triangular head, suddenly took a step forward. His violent demonic power, mixed with intense killing intent, pressed down on Bai Yu as if it were a physical entity.

He considered himself the most qualified to be selected, apart from the six Chaos Gods at the sixth level.

"And there's that Thousand Faces hiding its head and tail!" On the other side, a ghostly figure formed from countless vengeful spirits let out a shrill scream, the sound waves piercing straight into the soul of the Thousand Faces.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became tense, with the defeated Chaos Gods showing signs of joining forces to launch an attack.

The six selected level-six experts watched coldly. The Bone Master was indifferent, the Heart-Eating Poison Queen had a playful look in her eyes, Baal revealed a bloodthirsty smile, and Karum looked like he was watching a good show.

His jade-like, gold-plated pupils remained calm and still, as if the overwhelming malice was not directed at him. Thousand Faces, on the other hand, trembled slightly, his light and shadow fluctuating violently, clearly indicating he was under immense pressure.

"Noisy."

On the high platform, the Blood-Clad Demoness's lazy yet bone-chilling voice, like a icy spring pouring down from the heavens, instantly froze all the noise.

She didn't even raise her eyes; she simply pointed her blood-jade-like index finger at the triangular-scaled demon lord who had launched the attack, and casually pointed it from a distance.

puff!
The imposing and powerful Chaos God Fifth Level Peak Demon Lord suddenly stiffened.

He then suddenly knelt down, trembling uncontrollably.

The whole process was so fast that none of the skeptics had time to react.

The disgruntled candidates, who had just been indignant, were now like ducks with their necks being choked; all their anger and resentment were instantly overwhelmed by boundless fear.

They stared in horror at the languid, blood-red figure on the high platform, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

The Blood-Clad Demoness's ruthlessness and power were once again imprinted into the depths of their souls in the most direct way.

Questioning? Dissatisfaction?
Everything is a luxury in the face of absolute power!
The Blood-Clad Demoness withdrew her finger as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust. She didn't even bother to glance at the trembling, defeated ones; her red lips parted slightly, her voice laced with a hint of impatient laziness: "Get lost."

A single word, like a pardon.

Those Chaos Gods who were furious just a moment ago turned into streaks of light without looking back and fled from the stands that had filled them with humiliation and fear.

In the blink of an eye, the core area of ​​the Thousand Desires Demon Palace was left with only the Blood-Clad Demoness on the high platform, the Old Demon in the shadows, and the eight "lucky ones" below.

"Congratulations, everyone." The Blood-Clad Demoness's gaze finally landed on Bai Yu and the other eight people. Her bewitching, swirling eyes slowly swept over them, and a smile that could bewitch the world curled at the corners of her lips.

"Come with me and enjoy the...gifts that belong to you."

She rose gracefully, her blood-red dress trailing on the ground like flowing blood.

The moment she turned around, the throne carved from the skulls of gods and demons behind her, along with the entire platform, rippled like water, revealing a deep, magnificent, and seemingly massive portal constructed from countless crystals of desire—the true entrance to the Thousand Desires Demon Palace.

The portal slowly opened, and a dense, pure demonic aura mixed with a strange and alluring fragrance rushed out. Inside, light and shadow shifted, as if leading to another dream world built of desire.

"Please." The old demon in the shadows bowed and gestured for guidance.

The Bone Master stepped forward first, his figure disappearing into the light and shadow within the gate. The Heart-Eating Poison Queen chuckled and followed closely behind. Karum snorted coldly, stepping in with the arrogance of the Burning Blood lineage. Shadow Assassin Akaros vanished silently, as if merging into the shadows. Baal licked his lips, his eyes flashing with ferocity and anticipation. The Black Eclipse Venerable, surrounded by black mist, entered. Thousand Faces hesitated for a moment, then followed in amidst the flickering light and shadow.

Bai Yu was the last to appear.

He gazed intently at the deep, dark gate of desire, then looked up at the alluring back of the Blood-Clad Demoness who had already stepped halfway through. Deep within his molten gold pupils, golden flames burned silently, a mixture of vigilance and fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The moment you pass through the gate, you don't enter the magnificent hall directly; instead, you are greeted by an incredibly long corridor.

Corridor of Desire!

The corridor is composed of countless flowing light and shadow on both sides, each of which is a performance of ultimate temptation, fear, ecstasy, and despair... The boundless glory of ascending to the pinnacle of power, the poignant romance of a beauty that could topple kingdoms, the endless treasures that rival the wealth of the world, the ultimate power that can destroy the heavens and the earth, and even the joys and sorrows of blood relatives... Endless illusions of desire crash against the mind of every person who steps in!

These illusions directly affect the very essence of the soul, stirring up the deepest desires and fears within. With a powerful corrosive force, even a Chaos God-level mind can easily succumb to them, suffering minor mental damage or even losing their Dao heart, becoming a slave to desire and nourishment for this demonic palace. (End of Chapter)