My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 93 - 92: The True Goal (2nd Update)

Chapter 93: Chapter 92: The True Goal (2nd Update)

Both felt a heavy weight on their hearts, wanting to speed up, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Owen Bertram constantly reminded himself: I have to survive, I still have my sister. He forced himself not to look, not to think...

But those things had happened, they were etched in his memory, whether he wanted to remember them or not.

After their parents passed away, someone tried to take away the little food left for the siblings. It was Master Basil who waved his walking stick to drive them off. Seeing the children in distress, he even wanted to pass on the martial arts he had practiced for decades to Owen.

The first time the boy went to the river, he was caught by a vicious clam and nearly drowned. Uncle Yao smashed the clam to save him and patiently told him about the various taboos of pearl divers.

The first time he went to pay the Life Saving Tax, he was deducted by the government officials. Young and impulsive, Berry held him tightly, taking the brutal whip on his behalf...

These people were not overly generous, they did not share their own food, but their help allowed the siblings to get through the hardest times and survive the Cold Poison ravaging in Extinct Village.

Suddenly, Owen Bertram sprinted forward. Everything around him seemed to move backward at lightning speed. The wind howled in his ears, and he suddenly heard his sister say in a trembling voice, "Brother, I don’t want to leave them."

...

The massive monster surged forward, leaving a deep trail on the ground!

In front, there was a deep, massive fissure, about 700 feet long, emanating a heart-palpitating red light from the bottom.

Some giant monsters were climbing up from the depths of the fissure, but every time they were about to break through, some force within the fissure exploded, knocking them back down.

In the abyss-like pupils of the monster’s main body, there was fanaticism.

It had seen the huge fissure before. Last time, it had manipulated Demon Beasts from a distance and saw this fissure but was foiled by someone working in the shadows, who blew up the Three-Headed Armored Beast.

Now it was finally standing here in person, looking at the monsters with the same origin as itself in the fissure, full of eagerness!

"Hehe, let’s see who can stop me this time!"

Standing here, the monster was sure that it was heading in the right direction in its desperate pursuit!

On the other side of the fissure, halfway up Burning Hillock, a sizable archway faintly emerged from the constant waves of light.

That place was likely the real entrance to Burning Hillock. The archway had five compartments and six pillars. On the leftmost pillar, there was a dark yellow rope tied.

The monster was overjoyed, feeling that the treasure was within its reach.

"Indeed, it’s in Burning Hillock! Once I have this treasure, I can connect to the world of evil energy!"

"How many cultivators and talents are there within the Eight Desolates? Yet none of them understand what evil energy is. Only I have some understanding."

"Those fools, really thinking there’s some great opportunity inside Burning Hillock. I spread the rumor just to let them scout ahead."

Its eyes reluctantly withdrew from the rope, landing back on the fissure. To obtain that treasure, it needed to cross this fissure first.

Although it considered itself extraordinary, it knew that it could not break through with its own strength.

But it cunningly smiled, "With just a bit of help, these fellow creatures can break the seal and build a bridge for me to reach the treasure!"

Meanwhile, the monster knew precisely what kind of "little help" it would receive. With a single thought, the monster’s serpentine body writhed beneath it, and its long tendrils wrapped around Owen and Master Basil, lifting them above the fissure.

The tendrils loosened and the two living beings dropped down.

For a sealed monster, there’s nothing more nourishing than fresh flesh and blood.

Owen and Master Basil had been in a daze since the mist enveloped the village. Master Basil was a lonely old man, but he had a big grey dog. He watched as Aunt Jo from next door transformed into a hideous beast with a gaping, bloody maw, swallowing his grey dog whole.

He clutched his walking stick tightly, but his body refused to obey his commands, and he couldn’t strike.

Owen watched as his wife and children transformed into monsters right before his eyes. His son’s tongue shot out like a toad’s, snaring the little bird he had raised and swallowed it whole!

Owen’s heart cried, but there was nothing he could do. Although they were in a stupor, they could see everything.

Then, tendrils lifted them up, and they followed the monster to the large dirt mound behind the village.

The moment the tendrils released them, Master Basil didn’t care about living and screamed. He finally had a chance to forcefully launch his walking stick at the monster!

In his youth, he had practiced some "farmer’s style." Of course, that was a self-mocking description. How could he reveal to the other villagers that he was once the top disciple of the Iron Crane Spear in the Prefecture City? But the Iron Crane Spear offended a cultivator, and his sect was exterminated. Although he was the most outstanding disciple of the Iron Crane Spear in a century, he ultimately couldn’t break free from the shackles of martial artists and was no match for cultivators. He tried to take revenge several times but failed, was hunted down, lost his foundation, and could no longer progress. In the end, he had no choice but to hide in Extinct Village to survive?

This blow of the walking stick contained all of Master Basil’s strength. Every technique he had learned in his life was integrated into this one strike. His thoughts were pure: he wanted to kill the ringleader at all costs, even if it meant going to hell himself!

Whoosh—

His walking stick flashed just as it was about to hit, but it froze in mid-air before the monster’s true body.

Without even looking at the walking stick, the monster focused only on the two of them, waiting for them to fall into the ravine!

Boom—

A crimson inferno raged as Owen desperately waved his limbs, trying to grab onto something that didn’t exist. Tears streamed down his face, but he refused to accept his fate. He harbored deep-seated resentment and wanted to personally take his revenge!

However, both Master Basil and Owen’s anger and unwillingness seemed so insignificant in the midst of Burning Hillock’s dangerous spiritual waves. They were like two tiny insects in a storm, and no one paid them any attention.

Master Basil looked down at the crimson ravine filled with chaotically dancing demons. He raised his head and spat at the monster’s true body.

No matter how hard Owen tried, he couldn’t stop himself from falling towards those monsters. Finally, he closed his eyes in agony, filled with complete despair.

Splash—

The sound of chains echoed as Master Basil and Owen felt a tightness around their waists, stopping their descent as they were pulled horizontally away.

Owen opened his eyes in surprise to see a flying sword approaching. It radiated dazzling silver light, even amidst the seething spiritual energy of Burning Hillock, its brilliance would not be eclipsed or suppressed.

As the flying sword spun, it severed the tendrils of the monster’s serpentine body. Several other people also fell, the chains around their waists lengthened with a clatter, saving them too.

Then, the chains shrank, with rustling noises pulling them dozens of yards away.

They stared dumbstruck at the figure who had saved them, their savior: "Bertram!"