Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

AFAR WITHIN THE Echinemon Race's base, a young-looking man was still savoring the smell of a little girl's feet. Little by little, with it, he had grown stronger.

Until now, however, he didn't tell his father that he failed to kill all the descendants of other races, one of them the Spirit Race.

Sniffing the feet of an unconscious little girl, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it! I didn't know that there would be someone that strong there and they seemed to have enmity with the Echinemon Race. I wanted to tell father but he's just going to call me incompetent."

In the Echinemon Race, all of them were usually skeptical, especially his father. If they didn't personally see it, they wouldn't believe anyone without enough proof or evidence.

If he told them that the guardian in the Valley of Gods made a move against him, bearing some unknown grudge toward their race, his father would definitely investigate it first before believing him.

After accumulating smell enough to supply his cultivation, he sat down in a meditative state to hopefully level himself up. After all, he had been longing to become a Saint like his grandfather, his junior ancestors, or his father who recently became one.

Due to the strengthened core of their separate world, the black sphere from before, the cultivation levels of the echinemons had grown really fast. Knowing that the infant from the Dragon Race was also captured made him feel thrilled.

The Fiend Echinemon Body and the Dragon King Body were always at odds with each other, at least their possessors. They were both strong in pure brute strength, only the Dragon King Body was more powerful than the former according to the records of the Five Realms.

However, one of the main reasons why the Dragon King Body had become much stronger than the Fiend Echinemon Body was because of their past possessors.

The Dragon King Body owners in the past had basically devoured every Fiend Echinemon Body in their times. The more one devoured the other, it would be accumulated up to the most recent possessor.

This was why Zhao Dilao was looking forward to devouring the current Dragon King Body. It would surely elevate his strength, even becoming equals with the Soaring Phoenix Body, ranking fifth in the entire course of history.

But since his father had yet to call him for the devouring process, he decided to cultivate first and prepare himself. However, as soon as he intended to begin cultivating, the race was thrown into disarray.

That was because the core that they had painstakingly taken care of was starting to form narrow cracks, even with the supply of the people they brought from the outside. Although negligible, cracks never appeared on the spherical core ever since.

Zhao Dilao was scared witless because of the report. It had to be known that if the Echinemon Race had a trump card apart from their overall strength, it would be their own world space that could avoid the supervision of the Will of Da Sishen.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Dilao asked another echinemon in front of him. More precisely, it was a servant echinemon who vowed to serve him wholeheartedly. "Why is there so much commotion?"

"That's not it, young patriarch! Apart from the world core's abnormality, the others who were cultivating also faced some mental demons. Some of them exploded—"

Just as the echinemon said that, an explosion occurred below them.

"What the fuck is going on?" Zhao Dilao, this time, was frightened. If he continued cultivating then, wouldn't he be experiencing some mental demons ahead?

"How about father? Did he do something about this?"

"The Patriarch had recently sent a voice transmission to all the echinemons to stop cultivating for a while. After all, the so-called mental demons or heart demons are no joke. Once they get the best of us, it would really result in exploding our own selves," the echinemon said fearfully.

"Alright, I'll go meet father now."

*

All of a sudden, after Zhao Fenhua relentlessly tortured Long Guang to spill any information for him, his eyes suddenly became blood red as he spit a mouthful of blood toward Long Guang's face.

"What the hell happened? Why am I suddenly injured?" Zhao Fenhua was truly baffled. Afterward, he then noticed the multiple explosions occurring within their separate world space.

"Patriarch, there is an important report!" A guard, without hesitation hurriedly came inside the hall with a trembling body. "Some of our race's members had encountered heart demons during their cultivation. We implore and suggest to the patriarch to let everyone stop cultivating for a while. There also seems to be a problem with our world core. It's showing some small cracks!"

"What did you say?" Zhao Fenhua was shocked. If it were not for the guard prohibited to lie to someone like him, he wouldn't have believed him. After all, lying would be tantamount to death.

He then looked at Long Guang and left him alone with some of the race's elders who also vomited a mouthful of blood due to their deemed peculiar phenomenon.

"Little dragon, you're lucky that we have such circumstances today. Otherwise, you would've endured more painful torture from me," he said, seeing the rage in the eyes of Long Guang, screaming.

Zhao Fenhua's figure then flashed for a second and arrived outside the hall. When he saw the situation, his face paled. It seemed like it was more complicated than he thought it was.

Especially when he saw those floating rules around. Becoming a Saint, he became familiar with rules and this one he was seeing, in particular, was stronger than his own and might be even stronger than his father.

"Junior, I tried to contact your father, the eldest brother of ours but he wasn't responding. It seemed like he encountered trouble himself," Zhao Xiaoran, along with Zhao Yi, Zhao De, and the other junior ancestors instantly arrived in front of Zhao Fenhua.

"Greetings, junior ancestors," Zhao Fenhua said, slightly bending his body forward with clasped hands.

However, the moment he did this, Zhao De suddenly spit a mouthful of blood, while Zhao Yi was trying to oppose the rules coming to her by clenching her fist and spreading her aura.

It was the same for others.

Zhao Xiaoran who barely managed to defend himself had a solemn look on his face. "These rules are rules of curses. Curse rules are one of the most terrifying ones because one could kill their enemies even though they were afar. How the hell did we offend someone who could curse and someone who was as strong as this?"

Zhao Yi then forced herself to speak up and nodded. "Yes, but I don't think such a curse would not amount to anything in return. I think the caster himself or herself would also some suffer a huge backlash, even more so than ours right now."

Another junior ancestor then agreed with a nod. "Since we seemed to have offended this person. It might be because that person was trying to save someone from us. Otherwise, why would he or she curse the entire race at this point in time?"

"So you're saying…" said Zhao Xiaoran, staring at his fellow. "That person was trying to delay something? Otherwise, that person would have already cursed us from the very beginning?"

"That's a good conjecture," Zhao Yi said, veins appearing on her forehead with gritted teeth.

Zhao Fenhua then realized something as he thought of something incredulous, 'Could it be that little dragon's master?'