Chapter 233: Drunk on Life Energy!
"There's a thief! Which damned beast dared steal from this Monarch?!"
U'jie led Chen Xinjie to his main fortress—only to discover that his treasury, the loot he'd hoarded over tens of thousands of years, had been completely emptied.
Gone. Every last piece.
"Damn it all!"
Then a chilling thought struck him: if his vault was plundered, surely Alba's treasury had been robbed too.
His face darkened. This was a disaster—it was supposed to be his tribute to earn Chen Xinjie's favor! Now it was gone.
Surely the mighty Lord wouldn't blame him for this, right? Trembling, he fell to his knees.
"My Lord, it wasn't me—"
Chen Xinjie waved a hand calmly and glanced in a certain direction, a faint smile on his lips. "No matter."
"Tell me more about these so-called Demon Seeds."
He already knew who had been the culprit, but he wasn't too concerned. For such a major campaign, resources were bound to be split up. Let the Huo family enjoy their early rewards.
The Huo family: ???
Compared to those stolen treasures, Chen Xinjie was far more interested in the Demon Seeds—capable of giving rise to Fallen Angel martial souls.
If those seeds could allow ordinary humans to awaken martial souls, even those born without one—then the entire world's power structure would be reshaped.
After all, despite the dominance of soul masters, they still only made up a small portion of humanity.
Imagine giving every person the potential of a soul master.
Even Federation engineers and scientists—non-soul masters like Ling Zichen—could then cultivate spiritual power, revolutionizing the research of soul technology.
U'jie quickly explained, "The Demon Seeds are planted all across the Douluo Continent. They serve as conduits—anchors linking the Demon Plane for invasion. Because of the laws of your world, they manifest as martial souls."
"So their final form depends on the world's rules," he said nervously.
Chen Xinjie frowned. "I'm asking whether they can be mass-produced—whether we can create new martial souls on a large scale."
"Yes!" U'jie nodded vigorously. "But it depends on the vessel. Only those with strong potential can receive a Monarch's bloodline blessing and become powerful. The rest become ordinary demons."
Now this—this was the true prize of the campaign.
Chen Xinjie nodded thoughtfully. Keeping this demon alive had indeed been worth it. The only problem now was how to control him.
Conquering a world wasn't nearly as difficult as he'd imagined. In fact, it was almost beneath the Federation's capabilities.
Who would've thought the Demon Plane would be so weak?
He had expected at least a drawn-out conflict, similar to the Abyssal Plane campaign.
But unlike the Abyssal Plane—whose hierarchy was absolute and bound by the will of its sovereign—the demon hierarchy was far looser.
They understood pragmatism. Survival.
U'jie had made the right choice by pledging loyalty.
"Scared me to death," muttered Jiang Chen somewhere else, patting his chest.
He could still feel the heavy gaze of Chen Xinjie from earlier—it made his back break out in a cold sweat.
Did humans have to be so unreasonable?!
Even after advancing to a million-year life stage, Jiang Chen hadn't crossed that final threshold—he still lacked the qualitative transformation of divinity.
Unlike Di Tian, who had already reached the hundredth level and attained true god power.
But Di Tian had connections.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but envy him.
"What are you scared of?" said Na'er confidently. "What we take is ours!"
She was utterly fearless now, holding the Dragon God's Silver Spear—an artifact of divine rank. Her confidence soared to the heavens.
If trouble came, she'd just stab first and see who could survive it.
Jiang Chen sighed, shaking his head.
Though Na'er had inherited the memories of the Dragon Clan, experience was another matter altogether.
Her mind and body still belonged to a young girl.
When Gu Yue returned and beat some sense into her, she'd settle down.
…
At the Lake of Life, mist shimmered faintly through Star Dou City as the foreign plane's life force merged into the world.
Emerald swan souls spread their wings in the sky, guiding and dispersing the overflow of surging vitality.
Because the world's Life Core wasn't located here, the Douluo Plane couldn't absorb all that energy immediately. Much of it now drifted wastefully across the air.
The life essence had grown so dense that it condensed into glittering droplets of mana, spreading outward from Star Dou to the surrounding forests.
On the streets below, spirit beasts lay sprawled and unconscious, their bodies overwhelmed by the sheer abundance of life energy.
Humans wearing protective masks hurried about—Spirit Transferring Tower staff collecting the passed-out beasts into containment orbs.
Even life energy, too concentrated, could be intoxicating.
They weren't dead—they were drunk. Completely drunk on life itself.
"Ah, what a pity about the Golden Tree," murmured Brigitte as she directed her people to stabilize the flow of energy.
As a life-attribute soul beast, she could sense it all. The Star Dou Forest had once been the true heart of the plane—and the Golden Ancient Tree had once grown by this very lake.
That tree had housed immense life essence, able to absorb and refine the world's natural power into its core, enhancing the cultivation of anyone nearby.
So rare and sacred was such a tree that wherever one took root, it became the world's Life Core.
It had once stood proudly beside the Lake of Life, healing soul beasts who survived heavenly tribulation through its evergreen vines.
But then invisible hands had taken it—relocating it to Shrek Academy, leaving only this lake behind as a faint echo of its former glory.
They had even built the Sea God Lake to imitate the original.
But imitation could never rival the real thing—tens of thousands of years of natural buildup couldn't be replaced easily.
At least, Brigitte sighed, they still had the Lake of Life. It could have been worse.
With the Life Core gone, both Xiao Lan and the Myriad Monsters King had vanished as well.
"Looks like this task falls to me," she murmured.
She leapt into the lake, her true form emerging—a dazzling aura of green light spreading as she began absorbing the swirling vitality.
She intended to contain and stabilize the energy from the foreign world within herself.
"Brigitte, wait!"
On the lakeshore, the fiery phoenix Feng Wu stepped forward. "That's too dangerous! You can't handle that much life energy right now—let me do it."
Beneath her, the flaming parasol tree burned with vibrant power, releasing an aura that felt distinct from the life energy—yet somehow born from the same origin.
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