Ultragene Warlord Chapter 951: A Miraculous World

Chapter 951: A Miraculous World

Zhang Lie and the others passed through a tunnel to enter a very special world, one so special that Zhang Lie had never before seen its like, that even the manifestation of natural law seemed different within compared to without.

Scarlet flames formed a sea. A skeleton from an ancient graveyard was stomping over the ground. Ten huge suns hung over their heads. A mysterious black fog spread through the air. A shower of rain fell continuously through the sky, and cold frost crept over the ground.

All sorts of unusual phenomena made themselves known—none physical, none reasonable, but all following some mysterious harmony.

“This is the world of the meeting,” the envoy introduced with some glee. “Long ago, all nine superior kings—all but the death spirit king—opened a portal to this world, formed from their pooled strength. It lies separate from and superior to the three thousand worlds of the third realm, and it’s the safest place to be found in the realm. If the death spirits were to take control of the three thousand worlds, this independent world will be a refuge and shelter for the last remaining aliens.”

Li Zongming was shocked. “They created a world…?”

This was something that he, a superior king in his own right, had no idea how to go about doing.

The envoy sneered proudly. “This is something you won’t be able to achieve, I’m sure. His majesties are entities akin to gods—no, entities beyond gods!”

Zhang Lie patted Li Zongming. “Don’t think about it. If you want to create a world, you won’t be able to do it alone. It’ll require at least four superior kings, and they’ll need sufficient world’s energy as well. The kings will need to balance their power until they reach a state of perfect equilibrium.”

In some sense, this was a piece of art made by the nine superior kings—only art, because it had little functionality of its own.

After swallowing up the three thousand worlds, the death spirit king’s power would rise to such unimaginable heights that this world could never be kept from his eyes.

The world’s laws were different from those of other worlds, but there was clearly something wrong or imbalanced about them. It was difficult for plants and biological lifeforms to thrive in this world, but it was an excellent place for the kings to meet.

After all, the superior kings all had their own worlds to tend to, and it would be inappropriate to choose a world that belonged to just one of their domains. A world that existed on its own, unattached to any king, would be a neutral zone convenient for them all.

The envoy’s eyes glazed over with pride. “Be honored—you’re the first people from beyond the nine superior worlds who have ever stepped foot onto this world! Only the nine superior kings can access this world. The access key is the combined essence of all nine kings.”

The envoy brought them toward a massive edifice.

“The meeting grounds lie ahead.”

Nine huge sculptures surrounded a magnificent castle, each sculpture at least ten thousand meters tall. One had a ferocious expression on his face, another was surrounded by ten suns, one more was made of a number of orbs grouped together, with a long staff in one hand and a robe covering its body.

Another was shrouded entirely by a dark fog, leaving its appearance obscured.

Zhang Lie recognized one of the sculptures, a gigantic centipede with pale-white arms growing out of every segment of its body. Its head was composed of a single large eyeball—Feitian.

The nine sculptures were evidently of the nine kings of the realm.

Zhang Lie’s group stepped through the air and into the majestic castle, so large and ornate that even the front entrance was hundreds of meters tall. It was made for no one of human proportions, but rather for giants.

The envoy brought the group to the highest point of the castle, a furnished open-air meeting room much like a pavilion. The larger part of the space within was taken up by a huge round table. Nine pillars held the ceiling up, and the entire world could be seen from atop the castle.

Each pillar was marked with a different emblem. Zhang Lie could recognize one of them as being associated with Feitian of the xuluo world.

There were nine seats placed around the huge, black table.

“Is this where the meeting will be held?”

The world suddenly shifted. The glow of the suns turned blinding, as though the ten suns in the sky were all suddenly about to explode. A portal opened up in the sky, out of which came an outpouring of golden light. The sun’s rays pierced everything in sight like sharp blades. A figure shrouded in scorching light stepped out of the portal.

Beneath his feet were scarlet flames, and to his back, ten bright suns. A parade of a hundred suns followed behind him. The ground far beneath him began to smoke and char, and the air turned arid. The temperature rose to a frightening extent.

Even the warlords, who had all maxed out their peak gene fragments and had some number of disaster gene fragments, found their throats growing parched. Sweat poured down their backs. Zhang Lie estimated that, if they were by a sea, it would have evaporated before their very eyes.

The envoy grew visibly excited as the figure approached. “They’re coming!”

Li Zongming’s gaze turned serious. The monster that had just walked out from the portal was far stronger, tens of thousands of times stronger, than he was.

The envoy introduced, “He’s the solar king, from the world of blazing sun. The suns behind him are his warriors, and he’s among the top three superior kings.”

Because of the light and heat that surrounded him, none of the warlords or even Li Zongming himself were able to discover what he looked like.

While everyone was shocked by the appearance of the solar king, a second portal opened up. The black fog that had been spreading through the air suddenly turned concentrated, and it covered up even the solar king’s radiance.

A mysterious figure emerged from the fog, so gigantic the entire world seemed to tremble as it made its way over.

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The envoy introduced, “This is the king of black fog, from the world of the same name. No one has ever seen his appearance, and he’s draped in fog and mystery—or perhaps anyone who has seen his appearance has perished. He’s the most mysterious of the superior kings.”

As if competing for attention with the black fog and golden light, a third portal appeared. The air turned cold, and the warlords finally stopped sweating.

A harsh chill emanated from the portal, and the ground far below them frosted over. A howling wind, as though snatched from a blizzard, flung itself out of the portal, along with a group of white, ghostly spirits.

Leisurely following behind them was a huge, white spirit, the queen of the white world. A blizzard was her dress, the chilling air her aura, the howling gale her breath.