My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1128 - 533: Divine Seed_1

Chapter 1128: Chapter 533: Divine Seed_1

Ms. King had lived a life full of evil deeds, and although she had encountered many cultivators, she had never seen such powerful methods.

She was even more puzzled as to how someone as powerful as the Divine Lord could end up being captured as easily as prey in a snare, not much different from a wild hare caught with a trap.

Ms. King still harbored a glimmer of hope in her heart, secretly encouraging the Divine Lord to fight back. As long as the Divine Lord did so, she might still achieve her wish, as she had clearly seen her son just moments ago.

However, the "Divine Lord" seemed powerless. As the "herb dealer" raised his hand, the Immortal Binding Rope swiftly retracted, and the Divine Lord was pathetically held in his hand. Ms. King finally sank into despair, her mind going blank... After a long time, she suddenly realized: It was after I cheated him of thirty taels of silver with the counterfeit Blood Condensation that everything went smoothly, and I completed the value in just a few days!

It was all his arrangement! That cultivator who gave me 6,000 taels of silver was also him!

He was using me to lure out the Divine Lord! If not for my constant deceit, he would not have been able to find the Divine Lord. If the Divine Lord hadn’t been captured, I could have eventually gathered 10,000 taels of silver and revived my son...

For a time, Ms. King was filled with regret and deep hatred towards Owen Bertram.

Senior Official Owen left the Divine Village holding the black and yellow Light Mist. The authority he had used before was a seal, but now the second authority came down: judgment.

Every person in the Divine Village, from the lowest-ranked gatekeeper to the highest-ranked witch, had their merits and demerits flashed rapidly through their lives like shadows. Among these, only a very few were genuinely deceived, but even they had committed some bad deeds, with the main cause being the "Divine Lord."

Most of the people were full of guilt, including Ms. King. Even before she had worshipped the Divine Lord, her crimes would have been enough to be sentenced to beheading under the Wood Law dozens of times.

Each of these crimes were added to the individuals themselves. They faced the bitter consequences of their own actions. Some, like Ms. King, had so many sins in their lives that experiencing them all took more than a Shichen (2 hours)!

Owen vanished, leaving the Divine Village entirely peaceful. Only a few devout believers who had been deceived felt as if a gentle breeze had blown over them and regained control of their bodies. However, when they looked around, they saw corpses everywhere and each one’s death was extremely tragic. With a scream cutting through the night sky, these survivors were greatly traumatized and would suffer from lingering illnesses and difficulties in their future lives.

Owen Bertram walked deeper into the Dense Forest carrying the black and yellow Light Mist. Once there were no more traces of anyone else, he shook the Immortal Binding Rope, and the Light Mist let out a muffled hum.

Senior Official Owen sat down on a rock, "Won’t you confess?"

Bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, the Light Mist wriggled and manifested a face, "What’s there to confess? Would you let me go if I did?" Owen Bertram decisively shook his head, "Of course not. But I know that the Horizon Bureau can force worse torture than death. If you cooperate, I can give you a quick death. If you refuse to talk, hah, I haven’t refined any noble Ancient Gods before, and I’m quite interested in doing so!

Moreover, I have many methods at my disposal, so even if you don’t speak, I can always search your soul. Why suffer needlessly?"

The Light Mist burst out laughing, "Hahaha, in the end, you’re still a mere mortal who doesn’t know some hidden secrets. Even though I am currently down on my luck, I once held a position in the Heavenly Track. Do you know the terrifying price one must pay to commit a God-slaying?

"You want to torment me and search my soul?"

"Fellow, why don’t you ask a real power about the terrible disaster that could entail? Remember, I’m talking about disaster. If you don’t understand, I can initially explain it to you. A calamity will affect countless people. Anyone who has the slightest connection to you won’t be able to escape it!"

Owen Bertram could not help but remain silent, weighing the truthfulness of these words in his heart. Then he had to admit that it was most likely true. After all, the Light Mist had been a deity in the past, even if it might not have achieved godhood, it had reached that level of existence. The Heavenly Track would certainly provide protection. If using ancient terms, that would be: Slaying it begets misfortune!

The Light Mist spoke earnestly, "Little fellow, I am now just a pitiful creature struggling to survive. If you oppose me, you will only force me to take everything down with you. What good would that do you?"

"There is no enmity between us. Cornelia’s hatred for me stems from her three companions, but I know that you don’t have any deep feelings for them."

"I have been alive for over a hundred thousand years, and I know countless secrets. If you cooperate with me, there will only be benefits, no harm. If you’re worried about Cornelia, you can always keep the alliance from her."

It did everything it could to hold on to a thread of life. It even offered to stay by Owen’s side as a "strategist", providing advice and revealing ancient secrets whenever Owen wanted.

The Light Mist believed it had clearly laid out the benefits and drawbacks of cooperation and considered Owen Bertram, being someone who had climbed to a high position, would certainly make a sensible choice. What did Cornelia matter in the grand scheme of things? And what did the believers in the Ancient Destroyer Origin count for? In the eyes of those in power, they should all be expendable.