I possess boundless talent; even geniuses are no match for me.

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"This must be your first time going to the Astral Plane. I've been there once before, so I should know it better than you."

"So, together?"

Fang Lang smiled and took the initiative to invite him.

"You waited for me here on purpose?" Chen Yu did not refuse. Having an acquaintance to guide him was a good thing, as it would reduce some trouble.

"Pretty much. From the moment you hastily challenged me, I knew your target was definitely the Astral Realm," Fang Lang explained with a smile.

The two walked side by side, and Chen Yu began to ask some questions about the interior of the Star Realm.

"What exactly is the Astral Realm like? Is it dangerous? How strong are the Star Beasts? Where do the powerful usually gather?"

He asked a lot of questions in one go.

Although Mo Jiyang's instruction manual on the astral realm contained a lot of information, it certainly couldn't compare to someone like Fang Lang who had experienced it firsthand.

Fang Lang was also happy to befriend Chen Yu, so he didn't hide anything from the Star Realm:

"The Astral Plane is actually just a separate world, and geographically speaking, it's nothing special."

"However, the astral realm has only recently been established, and there are still many undeveloped resources, so they are very valuable."

"Currently, both my Crimson Star and the Beast Clan have sent many powerful individuals to compete for the resources of the Star Realm, making it extremely dangerous inside."

"The danger isn't just from the Orcs, but also from our fellow humans, and even from many strange places in the astral plane."

Fang Lang's expression turned serious as he said this.

He had been to the Astral Plane once and nearly died there, and originally did not plan to go again anytime soon.

However, this defeat by Chen Yu ignited his martial spirit, and after much thought, he decided to give it a try.

The astral realm may be dangerous, but it also offers many opportunities.

"Strange place?"

The astral manual mentioned this term, but didn't explain it much, so Chen Yu was still quite curious.

"Astral planes are not simply planets," Fang Lang continued to explain. "There are quite a few astral planes, yet the exact location of any one astral plane has never been found within the known territories of all interstellar races."

"It seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and doesn't exist in the currently known universe at all."

"The so-called extraordinary lands are unique places in the astral plane, containing many treasures and even the inheritances of powerful beings."

"But it also comes with terrifying risks, and many talented young people have died in these strange places."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu nodded silently.

The universe is too vast and holds too many secrets; it's perfectly normal not to understand the reasons for it yet.

His core purpose in entering the Astral Plane this time was ultimately to fight against powerful enemies, so as to replicate his talents as much as possible.

As for any extraordinary opportunities, it's best to avoid trouble as much as possible.

After all, there are even experts at the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm in the Star Realm. With his current strength, he probably couldn't withstand a slap from such an expert.

As they walked and talked, they gradually left Huaying city and entered the wilderness outside the city.

Drop~

Just then, both of their terminals suddenly rang at the same time, and they immediately looked at the terminals.

[Assistance Mission: A follower of an evil god is performing a human sacrifice here. We request assistance from nearby powerful individuals.]

The specific location was also attached to this message.

"Another follower of an evil god?" Chen Yu frowned slightly.

The last time I encountered a follower of the evil god was when I took Luo Ming to an underground boxing match.

I never expected to encounter something like this again on my way to the Astral Plane today, and it was not far from him.

It's within a radius of about one kilometer.

"Let's go, let's go lend a hand." Fang Lang drew his battle sword and said without hesitation.

Dealing with followers of evil gods is naturally quite dangerous.

However, for martial artists, if they retreat because of this fear, their martial spirit will inevitably stagnate.

A martial artist should be brave, diligent, and relentless in their pursuit of excellence.

Moreover, participating in aid missions can earn you a considerable amount of academic credits afterward.

"Walk."

Fang Lang wasn't afraid, so Chen Yu naturally had no worries at all.

Don't forget, he is now considered a lesser follower of the evil god, making him a true special target for the believers of the evil god.

Without further hesitation, the two swiftly moved through the forest.

In less than half a minute, we arrived at the location indicated on the terminal.

"The fog is so thick." Fang Lang looked at the forest in front of him, shrouded in a thick gray fog, and felt a vague unease.

The next moment, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the thick fog.

At the same time, a series of noisy whispers began to surface in his mind, which he could not shake off no matter what he did.

"Trying to corrupt me?" Fang Lang's expression hardened slightly. He was about to warn Chen Yu beside him when he found that there was nothing around him.

There was no sign of Chen Yu at all.

"My senses are blocked." Fang Lang quickly retreated, only to find himself still trapped in the mist, unable to escape.

The inaudible and incomprehensible whispers continued to echo in his mind, giving Fang Lang a terrible headache.

Martial artists possess a spirit and will far surpassing that of ordinary people, but even they cannot persevere in the face of the temptations of evil gods.

"We can only hold out for ten minutes at most. We must find the evil god's followers within ten minutes, then eliminate them and disrupt the sacrificial ritual!"

Just as Fang Lang was pondering, figures resembling marionettes quietly emerged from the mist.

Fang Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and his blood and qi erupted. He slashed at the swaying figure in the mist with his sword.

click!

A head was born with a cry.

Even the headless corpse was cut into several pieces and twitched on the ground.

Chen Yu withdrew his Blood Chant and carefully observed the surrounding mist and the figures who had lost their minds.

"I wonder where Fang Lang went. I hope he's alright."

The two stepped into the mist one after the other, only to instantly lose sight of each other.

Clearly, this fog has the function of disrupting perception.

Of course, there's nothing special about it.

Chen Yu could feel the mist trying to get into his head, but it was swallowed up by the invisible "mouths" on his body.

"As expected, the talent of [Gluttonous Secondary Familiar] is really useful." Chen Yu's lips curled up slightly.

Although it's unclear what would happen if the fog seeped into your body, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

As he pondered, the figures in the mist gradually increased in number, swaying and staggering as they rushed towards Chen Yu.

Each body, like the previous "Xiao Feng," had a crack from the corner of its mouth to its earlobes, with bloody viscous fluid constantly dripping from both sides of the serrated crack.

"It's not just ordinary people; there are also some body tempering martial artists among them, and even some law enforcement officers."

Chen Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the corpse dressed in a law enforcement uniform.

Judging from the cleanliness of their clothes, he could even tell that they had only recently died.

They were most likely sent to provide support, but ended up dying in the mist, their bodies manipulated by the followers of the evil god.

"Phew~"

"Rest in peace. I'll avenge you in a moment."

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu casually slashed and killed the nearby "puppet" with his sword, then stepped into the depths of the mist without hesitation.

His talent, derived from the [Greedy Secondary Familiar], instinctively guided him to the core of the mist.

Deep within the fog, something was constantly drawing him in.