Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

THE WILL OF Da Sishen had already got Shen Zui discolored with tiny streaks of lightning flashing on his skin from time to time.

When he looked up, he knew that the Will of Da Sishen was going to launch another strike on him. Dejected, he felt somewhat wronged. His motive was really for the purification of Da Sishen.

Didn't this correspond to the Will of Da Sishen's goal of killing all the living beings for a restart?

Miraculously, however, after a while, the Will of Da Sishen disappeared and the sky became clear again. As Shen Zui stared at the bottom of the river, he knew that they were about to finish subduing the Death Hydra.

What baffled him was the retreat of the Will of Da Sishen.

Had it become weak? From what he knew, when the Death Hydra would awaken, it was the time when the Will of Da Sishen would be at its weakest state. It would only become stronger the moment the Death Purge ended.

Bathed in sweat, Zhang Wei was panting hard as he stared at the Death Hydra they were able to subdue. When he looked up, it was as he expected. The Will of Da Sishen had really become frail the moment this creature would awaken.

Otherwise, Shen Zui would not have been able to defend himself from it, particularly when he was a Saint.

It had to be known that Saints were never allowed to stay longer under its jurisdiction. When discovered, it would do its best to eliminate that Saint. It happened before but only once or twice, something that could be counted on hand.

"Still struggling? It's futile!" Zhao Qiaochen mercilessly hammered the Death Hydra with his full might to subdue the creature as soon as possible. Although he looked like he did not regard what was happening above the river, he knew that they had to hurry. Letting one's guard down might amount to death.

"This Core Subduing Art is truly marvelous!" Shen Zui thought to himself. "I've never seen anyone being able to subdue another with a hundred percent certainty, but it seemed to be the case with the Death Hydra."

With this fact alone, Shen Zui was a bit shocked. Living for centuries within Da Sishen, he had never seen any art like this one, except for those one used to control some beasts as mounts.

After a while, as Shen Zui was trying to recuperate his grave injuries, he could hear the panting of the two people below the river. Their ragged breathing indicated the injuries they suffered while spiritually fighting with a beast that had used to plague the entire Da Sishen in the past centuries.

"It's truly worth it. If you didn't insist on me eliminating the Dragon Race or me cooperating with you, we wouldn't have gone this far," Zhao Qiaochen said to Zhang Wei as he tried to calm himself down.

Zhang Wei threw a bottle at the other party. "You should restore your spiritual power quickly. Otherwise, we might lose control of the beast once we have completely depleted our spiritual power. Eat those human-ranked pellets. I personally made a trip to my son to get those pellets. We still have work to do."

After wolfing down a number of human-ranked pellets, Zhang Wei continued as he looked at the obedient Death Hydra, "The Dragon Race's carcasses we collected then were really a great help to nourish the Death Hydra's awakening."

"Yes, but I can't believe that that old thing from the Dragon Race was able to hide that newborn child from us. Earlier, I received a message from the race. However, due to anger and agitation, I decisively broke it to keep myself from being distracted. It seemed to have something to do with that little dragon."

"You're actually right with what you did. Anyway, after we heal ourselves, let's go right to the Spirit Race. With this act, we can truly deceive Shen Zui. The Spirit Race had one of the most powerful beings in Da Sishen, aside from the City Palace Lord."

"You're right. Even that woman's daughter, I heard from Zhao Fenhua that she became a Saint already," Zhao Qiaochen answered. "Also, with this show of deterrence by eliminating the Spirit Race, we would be able to show our dominance throughout the entire Da Sishen. That way, the Echinemon Race can become free from our shackles and venture into the realm unlike before which I couldn't help but compare ourselves to helpless rats."

Zhang Wei grinned at the other party's description of his race. "Hahaha, the so-called Echinemon Race is really comparable to rats!"

"You…" Zhao Qiaochen's face turned red in embarrassment. "Well, anyway, I just want to rule Da Sishen. In that way, I could keep my race safe. We all have our goals, no matter selfish they are, if it were for our loved ones, we would really go through thick and thin, take gambles with the risk of loss, or sacrifice something we never thought of sacrificing in order to give them a world of peace."

Zhang Wei was speechless about Zhao Qiaochen's speech. He then faintly clapped his hands as he chuckled. "What a righteous declaration from a despicable race."

"Well, you can't blame us. This is the law of the jungle. Whoever goes where the wind blows will only become a lackey of anybody else. In comparison, when you become the absolute ruler, you wouldn't need to do that."

At the same time, Yang Lujia continued to curse the Echinemon Race. He only placed the Anathema Staff back in Fortuniel's storage space when he felt that the location where he caught the aura of Long Guang was getting nearer and nearer.

No matter how angry he was, he knew that he had to calmly do this. As a person who grew up into an adult in his previous life, he had already seen quite the vicissitudes of life. Although life was really short there, him, choosing the path of cruelty and selfishness made him think of these things.

"So, here they are," Yang Lujia said as his eyes, once again, turned purple.

Even if it was some secret realm, nothing could escape the profundity he had in his eyes. When he was born, he did not know about this ability of his.

However, as he grew up, he grew to learn how to use it at times. Not only could it asset dominance against another, but it could also see through things others could not.

For example, rules.

Saints could see them but certainly not God Emperors. But although Saints might be able to, it would still not be as clear as his.

"The rules of space here… it's quite complicated… but…" Yang Lujia trailed off as a grin slowly crept up his face. "It's weaker than the rules I have seen in the Valley of Gods. Although I may be suppressed here by the rules of the realm, I could still pretty much breach through these rules here."

In his eyes, lines of ash gray but slightly glimmering characters spanning for miles in this remote area continued to hold on to each other. However, some of the characters were quivering. It only meant that the cursing he did truly worked.

"If only I could curse them to death… never mind… I'll let Long Guang deal with them himself," Yang Lujia said. "I just hope he's still doing fine."

From then, he flew up the air as the crane vanished into thin air. Behind him was Metallie who had grown wings on its back. It clearly did not have wings when it first appeared. However, it seemed to have upgraded because of the metals he had fed it along the way.

As he raised his hand in the sky, his might and demeanor could not be any more heavenly. He also wondered where he got this handsomeness he had, but he knew that his identity wouldn't be that simple.

Who would leave their child in the middle of the war?

Could his parents be powerful people?

If they were powerful, why would they need to abandon him as a child?

Shaking his head, he ignored such thoughts and started mumbling something under his breath. A majestic sword made of bluish qi then slowly materialized in his raised hand.

"This shouldn't have happened due to my carelessness and my overly cautious character. If I wanted to, I could've eliminated all of you already."

Just as he finished saying that, several members of the Echinemon Race appeared. Most of them were elders of the race, but they were not True Gods. All of them were God Emperors and most were at the peak of their cultivation realms.

Yang Lujia's face grew solemn as he saw this. However, he quickly kept his stoic face and calmly faced the hundred-in-number echinemons. His countenance somewhat surprised these members.

After heeding the orders of their junior ancestors to guard the outside of their separate world, they knew that something must have happened, specifically when they heard about the curse their race had recently suffered from.

Yang Lujia and this group of echinemons were trapped in a staring competition. The eerie silence, broken by the rustle of the grasses and the winds, made the latter feel the aura of death.

Seeing the sword qi in Yang Lujia's hands, they readied themselves for his attack.

Yang Lujia then laughed shrilly and spoke with his voice that carried the majesty of the gods.

"You all have made a huge mistake."