Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Ziyang City.

The mansion of the lord.

This building, representing the highest power in the vast territory, is entirely constructed of obsidian aurora stone.

Hard and cold.

Just like the hearts of its past owners.

now.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified glue.

Hundreds of god-level powerhouses, clad in standard purple-gold armor, knelt on one knee.

Their heads hung low, almost touching the cold floor, and they dared not look up at the black figure on the throne.

Just an hour ago.

Their original master, the powerful Asura who had ruled Ziyang Prefecture for hundreds of millions of years, was easily wiped out by the man above, as if he were crushing an ant.

The impact of such absolute power is more effective than any verbal threat.

Raven sat casually on the large obsidian throne.

His fingers tapped the armrest intermittently.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The sound wasn't loud.

But each sound was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of the people below.

An elderly man with a white beard shakily emerged from the crowd, kneeling and holding a thick ledger aloft with both hands.

He is the chief steward of Ziyang Prefecture, Kurd.

An old hand who has lived for countless years, although his strength is only at the threshold of a seven-star demon, he is a master at managing internal affairs.

"Mansion...Master of the Mansion."

Kurd's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"This is the current inventory of the Ziyang Prefecture's treasury, as well as the organization of the Ziyang Army. Please take a look."

An invisible force lifted the ledger and flew into Raven's hands.

Raven casually flipped through a few pages.

A dense array of numbers.

Graphite reserves: 3 trillion.

Countless rare metals, ores, magical artifacts, and medicinal herbs were found.

Ziyang Army: Officially composed of 100,000 people, all of whom are high-ranking gods, including 120 commanders at the level of six-star demons.

This is a huge fortune.

It's enough for any lone powerhouse to instantly establish a super family.

But Raven only glanced at it before throwing the ledger back in front of Kurd.

Snapped.

The sound of the ledger hitting the ground sent a shiver down Kurd's spine.

"Sir, my ex..."

"No, that dead guy."

"Some time ago, I don't know what I did, but I used up most of the government's savings."

"This...this is all that's left."

Kurd broke out in a cold sweat instantly, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground.

He was terrified that his new master would think he was incompetent and kill him with a single finger strike.

After all, a new broom sweeps clean.

If this fire were to burn someone's head, it could kill them.

Raven ignored Kurd's fear.

He has no interest in money.

As for inkstone, enough is enough.

What he cares about is resources.

Resources that can make him stronger.

"Kurdish."

"Your subordinate is here!"

Kurd practically roared it out, his body taut.

"Pass down my orders."

Raven leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over everyone below.

"From today onwards, Ziyang Prefecture will go all out to acquire the corpses of divine beasts."

"Whether it's a lower-level god, a middle-level god, or a higher-level god-level divine beast, as long as the corpse is intact, I want it."

"The price is 20% higher than the market price."

"If it's the corpse of a super divine beast with special talents and supernatural abilities, the price will double."

The words fell.

The main hall was deathly silent.

The powerful figures kneeling on the ground were filled with questions.

A mythical beast's corpse?

What is that used for?

In Hell, divine beasts are treasures from head to toe: their fur can be used to make armor, their bones can be used to forge weapons, and their essence and blood can be used to extract certain special potions.

But what would a high-ranking lord do with so many corpses?

Does this new lord of the manor have some kind of peculiar collecting hobby?

Or perhaps... he wants to study the innate abilities of divine beasts?

No...no way?

This is no easy task.

Although their minds were filled with doubt, no one dared to ask.

In hell, the more you know, the faster you die.

This is the first rule of survival.

"Did you understand?"

Raven frowned slightly when no one responded.

A terrifying aura instantly swept through the entire hall.

That was a killing intent mixed with the aura of the rules of destruction, chilling to the bone.

"I understand!"

"I will obey the Lord's orders!"

"I'll take care of it right away!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone hurriedly responded, their voices uneven but filled with fear.

"Don't worry, sir."

"Ziyang Prefecture controls the teleportation arrays and auction houses of more than 8,000 cities."

"Once the word gets out, the corpses of divine beasts will soon be arriving in droves!"

The Kurds kowtowed repeatedly.

Raven withdrew his momentum.

"Go down."

"No one is allowed to approach the rear hall without my order."

"Those who disobey will be executed."

The last word was uttered.

The temperature inside the main hall seemed to drop to absolute zero in an instant.

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they all backed away from the main hall.

It didn't dare to turn around and fly away until it was more than 100 meters away. At that speed, it was as if its parents had given it two fewer legs.

Looking at the empty hall.

Raven stood up.

He didn't have the time to care what these people thought.

Misunderstand?

Let them misunderstand.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, as long as your fists are strong enough, no one will dare to refute you even if you say the sun is square.

He needs a lot of "meat".

The Taotie bloodline is a bottomless pit.

As his strength increased, ordinary divine beast flesh and blood could no longer provide him with significant improvements.

Only divine beasts at the level of high-ranking gods, or super divine beasts with powerful bloodlines, can satisfy that greedy appetite.

Before that.

He still has a main meal to enjoy.

Raven turned around, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

……

Deep within Ziyang Castle.

A secret room entirely made of anti-magic stones.

This is where the successive masters of Ziyang Palace secluded themselves for cultivation.

The surrounding area is engraved with intricate magic arrays, which can not only block divine sense detection, but also completely lock down spatial fluctuations.

Unless it is the Lord God himself, no one can break in silently.

"Boom!"

The heavy stone door slowly closed.

Inside the secret room, several large luminous pearls emitted a soft glow.

Raven sat cross-legged on the stone bed in the center.

With a flick of the wrist.

An antique-style spatial ring appeared in his palm.

These are relics of the former Lord of Ziyang.

Divine sense probed in.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Raven still raised an eyebrow.

"This guy really is a miser."

The inkstones inside the ring piled up like a mountain.

Various rare materials were arranged in categories.

But Raven ignored all of this.

He quickly put away the spatial ring and then took out a corpse.

Although he is already dead.

But the corpse still exuded a chilling aura.

That was a divine body formed by the fusion of five profound higher gods, tempered by the laws of heaven and earth for countless years.

Resilient, pure.

It contains a rich aura of the laws of water.

"Water-type Asura..."

"Don't let me down."

"..."