Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1457 -Blood Cocoon

Chapter 1457 – Blood Cocoon

Everyone was waiting for Li Shenjian to give a statement that would unify them. All along, he had been the one behind their actions.

“I just received news that all the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect disciples are hiding inside the Redlotus Worlddragon Formation. There’s no way we can enter, so it’ll be difficult to get revenge for the time being,” Li Shenjian solemnly said as they looked at him.

“What the hell!”

“Are they hiding like cowards?”

“They fled after slaughtering one of us? What cowards! But can they hide forever? How ridiculous. They’ll only grow weaker in a sealed environment.”

These juniors, especially the Veildragon Palace disciples, knew very well that they might remain in the Myriaddragon Mountains for the rest of their lives.

“There’s no way they can hide forever. They’ll stay out of the limelight for a while, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll come up with the perfect plan. As soon as they reemerge, they’ll suffer a thousand times worse than what they did to Long Wangyu. Your so-called compatriots will eventually kneel and beg for mercy whenever they see you. When that happens, our task is considered complete,” Li Shenjian said.

The Veildragon Palace disciples had to express their gratitude. Despite the way they flattered the celestial orderians, they enjoyed a high status due to a wealth of geniuses. The celestial orderians got along well with them, but that wasn’t the case with the wargodeans and Blueblood Starocean disciples.

“So there’s nothing we can do?” someone asked.

Li Shenjian shook his head. “That’s not true. The little ones are hiding, but not the big fish. Li Tianming and the murderer, Feng, are still here. The reason I’ve gathered everyone here today is to tell you that they’ve gone into hiding and discuss how we can avenge Long Wangyu.”

“These children are junior disciples. They can’t be that strong. I’m at the Solar stage, so I can kill them with the same method they used on Lang Wangyu,” someone shouted.

It was common for disciples nearing a hundred years of age to have reached the Solar stage. Among this group of people, Li Shenjian was the most talented, but not the strongest. After all, he was only in his fifties.

“It won’t work. They won’t fall for it. Ordinary provocation is useless. How about this? Take some time to think about it and if you come up with something, speak to me privately and let me handle it,” Li Shenjian suggested.

“Yes!”

He was trying to pool all of their wisdom for ideas. Getting them to speak to him in private could also ensure absolute confidentiality before the plan was implemented.

“Think first. Don’t come to me with stupid ideas, got it?” Li Shenjian said.

“Got it!”

If they wanted to come up with good ideas, they would have to straighten out the network of characters whose lives intersected with Tianming’s.

“Disperse!”

Although Li Shenjian said that, the others didn’t leave. They remained in front of the palace, gathering in twos and threes to exchange ideas. Hundreds of thousands of cockroaches watched them. The strategies they concocted were all kinds of strange! More people meant better brainpower. Tianming never thought there were so many ways to die. But one thing was certain: these people hated him to the bone.

Tianming wasn’t stronger than all of them. There were many who thought they could kill him, since they had the advantage of age. At this moment, it seemed they had all forgotten that he was a disciple of the Sky Palace. Their passivity was the reason the celestial orderians thought even less of his identity. Even a hundred-year-old disciple dared to take his life.

…

Li Shenjian straightened out his armor and walked into the Grandcloud Palace. In the center of the hall, a young man dressed in black was standing with his back turned to him, lost in thought. As Li Shenjian approached the man, he saw that he was fiddling with a human skull. He had inserted his fingers through the two eye sockets, as if feeling for something.

“Brother She, what’s this?” Li Shenjian asked.

“Nothing.” The black-clad youth put it away.

“Li Tianming and his friends must die. Brother She, do you have any ideas?” Li Shenjian said.

The young man shook his head. “You do it. Win back the respect your brother lost. Qingyu will arrive soon, I must prepare to welcome her”

Patting the young man on the shoulder, Li Shenjian smiled. “Alright. I heard that Father is choosing a wedding date for you. You’ll have the wedding here in the Myriaddragon Mountains. We’ve called each other brothers for so long, but I didn’t think you’d become my brother-in-law!”

“Is she really your sister?” the young man asked, his lips curling in a smile.

“Who knows?” Li Shenjian shrugged. After a brief pause, he added, “Alright then. Prepare yourself, I’m going to pick a strategy to kill them.”

…

The Saintdragon Shrine was the highest point in all the Myriaddragon Mountains. This was once the Saintdragon Emperor’s site, a place ordinary people were forbidden from entering, but now it was occupied by the Veildragon Palace and celestial orderians.

The Holy Dragon Temple was a bright and sacred place, where thousands of generations of Saintdragon Emperors cultivated and taught others. But at that moment, there was a bloody, scarlet mist circulating in the hall that would blow the cockroaches out the hall every time they approached. There were few cockroaches that could remain in the hall to monitor the situation with their shiny black eyes; however, they could still see and hear.

In the center of the hall was a huge blood-red cocoon. Ghostly faces appeared on its surface, some in red robes with long tongues and others with green faces and fangs. There were purple babies and messy-haired faces with eyeballs that dangled out of their sockets. The bloody mist that filled the entire hall originated from the giant cocoon. Despite the crimson waves that resembled a tsunami, there were still four people who could remain standing there—the three dragon imperials of the Veildragon Palace and the Flamefiend Lord, Li Xiaoyan.

With solemn faces, the four stared at the cocoon. There was inevitably some tension in their expressions. Clicking and popping and the occasional woman’s cry sounded from inside the giant cocoon. Although she sounded miserable, there was a trace of delight in her voice that made it impossible to determine her condition. It seemed she was shedding her mortal body and exchanging her bones.

“Is she alright…?” the Blooddragon Emperor said.

“If His Solar Majesty says she’s fine, she’s fine. Having received good fortune, Lady Wushuang will definitely usher in a rebirth. His Solar Majesty has already said that there will be two rulers in the celestial orderians in the future! He has spoken. Do you still doubt?” Li Xiaoyan’s eyes burned with fervor.

“The sun emperor occupies half of the sun. With one more ruler, we’ll dominate all of Orderia, won’t we?” The Torchdragon Emperor smiled.

“I think it’s possible,” Li Xiaoyan laughed.

“His Solar Majesty is very kind to Lady Wushuang.” The other two dragon imperials sighed. At the moment, the Voiddragon Emperor showed no pain of losing his grandson.

As they gasped in admiration, the woman in the blood-red cocoon was still tragically screaming. Four hours passed as the bloody mist grew thicker, the violent aura enveloping half of the mountain. The Torchdragon Emperor ordered those in the vicinity to evacuate.

Along with the surging blood mist, the woman’s screams and struggling intensified. From outside the cocoon, they vaguely saw that she seemed to lack bones or joints. Her body was twisted, her back was folded in half, and her neck was stretched several meters long. The nova source’s violent power poured into the mountain and was swallowed up by the cocoon.

Time passed as Li Xiaoyan and the three dragon imperials waited in fear and trepidation. They were profusely sweating.

“You must hold on.”

The blood-red cocoon shook violently, followed by an ear-piercing scream. The vibrations caused the mountain to shake as if an extraordinary beast was about to be born. However, just as the situation approached a climax, all movement abruptly stopped and the screams disappeared. Even the bloody mist that filled the sky seemed frozen.

“Wushuang!” Li Xiaoyan quickly approached, trying to see the situation inside. He felt breathless.

At that moment, a small three-centimeter-diameter hole appeared in the cocoon, through which a red eye with countless ghostly faces stared back at Li Xiaoyan. He felt a chill crawl up his spine.

…

When Yin Chen spoke, it seemed out of breath.

“She’s become terrifying and extremely hideous. That’s it?” Tianming asked.

“That’s it,” Yin Chen replied.

“And then what? Where did she go?”

“She sent… the others… away and… secluded herself. Then, she… looked in… the mirror…” Yin Chen said.

Sure enough, everyone loved beauty.

“She gave up her appearance in exchange for strength? She’s probably even more crazy now. If Li Wushuang stays, Aunt Ying will be in danger. She doesn’t care about anything now. They said she might become the second ruler….” Tianming believed that it was necessary to inform the Seven Dragon Imperials about Li Wushuang’s matter. At that moment, a burst of tremors came from the ground.

“What’s going on?” Xiaoxiao asked.

“There must be at least ten million people on their way.”

Tianming walked out and looked into the distance. On the horizon were endless figures marching in lockstep.

“The celestial orderian army is here!” Tianming took a deep breath.

Yin Chen had yet to report to him, as the army was still far away. However, their large numbers made it possible for Tianming to spot them first.

“Feng, Qingyu is here,” Tianming shouted into the inner hall.

Sprinting out, Lingfeng joined Tianming and stared at the dark horde in the distance.