King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1160 - 1160 1147 Wandering through the Void

Chapter 1160: Chapter 1147: Wandering through the Void Chapter 1160: Chapter 1147: Wandering through the Void At this moment, the Thorn Evil God felt it was very good to be imprisoned in this cage, truly very good. Although the sealing location was a bit cramped, it was still very safe for now. The outside world was far too dangerous.

“You can come out and see.” Seeing the Thorn Evil God trying to revert the Nebula Chain to its previous form, a touch of malice rose in Muria’s heart, and he transmitted a message to the Evil God in a tone clearly lacking good intentions.

“No need, I feel quite good here.” The Thorn Evil God flatly refused the offer from Muria that seemed pleasant but was actually full of malevolence.

“Really not coming out, then? You might never have such a chance again. There’s only one chance for freedom, and you better seize it.”

Discovering he simply could not pull the Nebula Chain, the Thorn Evil God ignored Muria and set up another extremely primitive and mysterious sealing magic array all by himself within it.

Fine, if you won’t seal me and deliberately leave me a back door, okay, then I’ll seal myself. I just won’t go out; the outside is no place for someone as pitiful as me anymore.

“If you dare not come out this time, you might have to stay in here forever,” Muria reminded the Evil God very considerately.

The will of the Thorn Evil God was extremely resolute. With the outside being so terrifying, even if his brain were smashed, he wouldn’t go out. Hadn’t he seen what happened to the Desolate Evil God?

“How many creatures have forsaken their lives in pursuit of freedom, in order to obtain freedom. And now, I offer you a chance at freedom which you reject—it truly is a pity!”

Muria’s voice, through the Nebula Chain, directly broke through the sealing laid out by the Thorn Evil God and entered his ears.

The Thorn Evil God scoffed at Muria’s words, totally unwilling to bother with them. Freedom indeed was precious, but the value of freedom was built on the premise of having life. What good was freedom without life?

“Muria, kin of mine, you even have an Evil God here,” spoke a few from among the Titan Kin who had successfully stepped into the Epic Domain through the Sky Demon Secret Art, just as Muria was about to tease the Evil God some more.

Though they were conversing with Muria, their gazes intermittently fell on the Nebula Chain Ball behind him, sealed by the Evil God himself, leaking not the slightest aura, and they did not disguise their intentions.

“Kin, the state of this Evil God you’ve captured looks quite good; would it be possible for us to borrow it for some adaptability training?”

“Lending it to you is no problem, but how do you plan to compensate for my grandson’s loss?”

Before Muria could respond, Dimos who was beside him interjected, “My grandson is planning to use this Evil God to expand his own Semi Plane and evolve a world. Taking this Evil God for battle will definitely deplete its essence, and this is also indirectly harming my grandson’s Semi Plane.”

“Grandfather,” Muria voiced somewhat helplessly, knowing that Dimos was looking out for his best interests, preventing even the slightest damage to his benefits, thus now coming forward like a fierce dragon.

“Don’t talk nonsense with me; this Evil God was also caught with my help. This is something we captured by battling to the death outside. If you want to borrow it to gather real battle experience, as Titans from Muria’s kin, I have no reason to stop you, but you must pay a corresponding fee.”

“That’s only to be expected.” Hearing Dimos’s words, the newly promoted Epic Titans exchanged glances, their eyes showing no surprise, as this proposal was quite reasonable.

“No need,” seeing his grandfather mix in, Muria who hadn’t planned to profit from this situation, shook his head with a wry smile.

The Titan Kin’s care for him was not small. Currently, these newly promoted Epic Titans needed real battle experience, and he just so happened to be able to fulfill this need.

Logically speaking, he should not charge any benefits or fees. By reason, if he charged a certain fee, he wouldn’t have done anything wrong, for after all, this trophy was indeed obtained through battles beyond the Void, and others wanting a share would have to provide an equivalent exchange.

But then, thinking rationally, Muria felt it’s better not to charge any compensation, as the Titans before him had already completed their promotions, their futures immensely promising. No one could predict how far they might go on the Path to Epic.

Using the captured Thorn Evil God to close the gap with these Titans and have them owe him a favor was undoubtedly a better choice.

Of course, favors among Titans were generally useless, for Titans are a highly unified race. Even if two Titans had little in common, when one saw another of their kin needing help, they would help out without hesitation.

“Hey, I’ve said the unpleasant part already. What to decide next is up to you, after all, it’s your trophy,” seeing Muria deciding not to take any benefits, Dimos chuckled and didn’t say much more.

The bloodline of the Dragon Race inherently contained greed, and as the Dragon King, Dimos was even greedier than ordinary Giant Dragons, but he coveted things that typical Giant Dragons could not even envision.

And Dragons were naturally miserly. As the Dragon King, Dimos would instinctively weigh profits and losses, and he would also instinctively calculate gains and losses for his relatives.

Given the situation Muria was facing, what choice he made would yield more favorable outcomes for him, Dimos had already clearly calculated.

His recent statements were mere reminders to the few Titans, for Titans were inherently straightforward, sometimes taking assistance from kin for granted.

Of course, the reverse was also true; they thought helping their kin was a matter of course and saw no need for deliberation.

“Little Evil God, come out and fight a few battles with my kin!”

Muria could roughly guess his grandfather’s intentions and noted them in his heart, then with a malevolent gaze, he looked at the Nebula Chain Ball sealing the Evil God beside him. With a thought, he undid the entire Magic Array that sealed it.

“What are you trying to do?” The moment he realized the cage, or rather the safe house, had been unsealed, the Evil God of Thorns exploded, roaring ferociously at the Titans standing beside Muria.

“Fight me!” A Titan immediately stepped forward, challenging the Evil God of Thorns to battle.

“No, I refuse,” the Evil God of Thorns said, discarding all dignity of a world destroyer, “I have been sealed, and in my current state, I cannot fight you.”

Immediately, the Evil God of Thorns, with a battle avoidance excuse so feeble he couldn’t even fool himself, turned his gaze fell on Muria, who was watching the unfolding events with interest. “In order to prevent me from escaping, please reseal me! I beg you!”

“No, I am not worried about you escaping now, but I am curious if you have the guts to try,” Muria said with a smile.

“I don’t have the guts,” the Evil God of Thorns admitted frankly, fully capturing his sincerity. He could now feel the number of gazes on him had become so numerous that it drove him to despair.

“Can you ask your kin to shift their gaze from me? As long as you can assure my safety, I am willing to be at your command,” he requested.

The Evil God of Thorns glanced at another Evil God, who was still being beaten beside him, and offered Muria a very tempting proposal. For such a mighty Evil God to willingly become a pawn, it was an allure most Epics could not resist.

Muria was undoubtedly attracted by the proposition from the Evil God of Thorns, but after pondering for a moment, he firmly shook his head,

“I have already agreed with my kin, so you must fight. However, I can guarantee your life safety.”

“If that’s the case, I refuse to be at your command,” he implied.

“Then I will let them kill you.”

“…I will obey your commands.”

…

Some time later, away from the unbearable chaos of the Hall of Transcendence, a heroic young man with black hair and golden pupils was walking shoulder to shoulder with a Dragon Man outside the Erathia World Barrier.

“What were you thinking? An Epic voluntarily offered allegiance, and you actually refused,” the tall, burly, and robust Dragon Man asked the young man curiously.

“I was tempted at the time, but after careful consideration, I felt it was better to refuse.”

“Why?” asked the Dragon Man.

“The only being I know of that can command other Epics is the Ancestor Shiyu,” he answered.

“So?”

“I heard that Ancestor Shiyu controls many Epics with his Scepter, making them fight for him. But I believe the main reason why Epics serve under Ancestor Shiyu is that of his overwhelming strength.

I lack an artifact from the Void powerful enough to control an Epic, nor do I possess the strength to easily subdue one. How can I, in my current state, accept the allegiance of another Epic? I am far from qualified.”

“You can still remain clear-headed, which comforts me. It seems I no longer need to worry about your journey through the Void.”

“Hm?” Muria looked at Dimos, puzzled.

“I am relieved to tell you that from now on, you are forbidden from using the Sky Demon Secret Art to reincarnate into medium and small worlds. Next, prepare yourself for your journey through the Void, or rather, your travels,” he announced.

“Ah, I haven’t made my breakthrough yet!” Muria felt uneasy. He hadn’t had enough fun with the Sky Demon Secret Art yet, and now he was already being issued a prohibition?

“Your strength has now reached the threshold of being banned.”

“But isn’t that a prohibition of the Titan Tribe? Why are you the one to convey it?”

“Because the Dragon Race is also preparing to follow suit.”

“If reincarnation in medium and small worlds isn’t possible, what about the great worlds?” Muria, catching on to Dimos’s phrasing, pressed for answers.