My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 989 - 496: It’s Better to Rely on Our Own People_1

Chapter 989: Chapter 496: It’s Better to Rely on Our Own People_1

The Great Demon’s body reassembled, tasting its lips as if savoring the experience. However, it was more focused on the items in the Moth Cave, and quickly grabbed a fist-sized chunk of golden crystal, laughing loudly as it rushed out.

A Tier-7 Precious Material, the Sacred Winged Jade, was an excellent tonic for the Demon Clan, equivalent to ten Tier-7 Spiritual Pills! After leaving this place and finding a secluded spot to consume it, maybe it would help break through the Seventh Realm’s door.

It left ecstatic and continued searching for its next prey.

Compared to the Silkworm Monster’s "do as one pleases" attitude, Lachlan Ashen and Michael S. Lucien had very clear objectives. Fourteen divination beast bones circled around Lachlan, old and new, large and small. He was quite wary of the Country of Mourning - the more he understood it, the more cautious he became.

He unfolded his Witch Priest divination technique, always surrounding himself, and immediately issuing a warning if there was imminent danger ahead.

This allowed him to avoid the vast majority of dangers smoothly. As he passed by a swamp, he saw seven or eight cultivators trapped in a swamp monster’s domain; a black spider silk snaking out and pulling them inexorably into the muddy water.

Seeing Lachlan Ashen, they reached out to him, desperately pleading for help: "Master, please save us, we are willing to give up all our possessions..."

Lachlan didn’t even glance at these miserable ants and passed by, leaving them to sink into the mud in despair.

Lachlan had found a clue. After kneeling and praying, he once again tossed the beast bones into the sky, receiving the divination guidance, and passed through a rugged path, arriving at the edge of a vast lake.

On another, easier path, lay a Tier-7 Demonic Beast. It was strangely puzzled: "Was I discovered? But he is only Tier-6..."

Lachlan stared at the lake, its surface calm, revealing the clear bottom. There were no fish, not even aquatic plants in the lake. Although it seemed peaceful, there was an eerie air. Lachlan’s eyes suddenly turned pitch black as his secret technique allowed him to see that the calm of the lake had become a chaotic, aggressive, noisy scene: the lake was filled with all sorts of ghosts, some distorted and shapeless, with bizarre claws and tusks, huddled together, easily provoked into attacking and biting each other.

It was precisely because of these ghosts that there was not a single living thing in such a large lake.

Lachlan nodded with satisfaction: "Found it. But this place is a bit strange; setting up contact with the Nine Realms Sky will take some effort."

At this moment, more than a dozen cultivators appeared behind him, bowing and pleading, "Senior, please have pity on us. We are willing to offer all our harvest in the Country of Mourning in exchange for your protection. Lead us out of here, and afterward, we will also offer 100,000 Spirit Jades..."

Lachlan was impatient: "Foolish waste!"

A beast bone fell, smashing these people’s heads into pulp!

...

Meanwhile, Michael S. Lucien had recruited hundreds of cultivators for his use; he was now the largest power in the Country of Mourning. As a force in the Sixth Great Realm, he was willing to protect his subordinates, and then have them search for the Gonggong Miracle Stone.

These hundreds of cultivators dispersed, covering several hundred miles, carefully searching along the way. Michael had announced that the one who finds it would not only leave alive but also receive a Tier-6 Magical Instrument as a reward!

The cultivators were cautious and motivated. Three of them had entered the Country of Mourning together, and they searched cooperatively. They suddenly saw colourful treasure light flashing in a dense forest.

They excitedly went to investigate, and indeed found the "Gonggong Miracle Stone" that Michael was looking for. They immediately sent a signal to everyone else: found it!

Other cultivators nearby rushed to the scene, and though they were not the first to discover it, assisting in its defense was a merit on its own.

In a short time, more than a hundred cultivators rushed into the forest, while Michael approached from the rear, shouting, "Don’t move recklessly!"

He slapped his waist, and two black dragon-like blades of air shot out, circling and whistling above his head, warning at the direction of the forest but not daring to approach.

Michael had a serious expression, forcefully waving his hand: "Retreat!"

The remaining cultivators saw their hundred-plus companions walking out of the forest with uniform steps, standing at the edge of the forest, waving at them with the exact same frequency, and all saying in unison, "Hurry up and come in, we’ve found it!"

The scene was utterly horrifying!

They didn’t know what demonic beings were hiding in the forest, but they had silently taken control of these cultivators, including those at the Fifth Realm.

A young cultivator could not help but ask Michael S. Lucien, "Your Excellency, don’t you want to try and save them? They were just working for you..."

A black dragon-like blade of air struck down, and the young cultivator’s body was separated from his head with a scream! Michael didn’t even glance at him, acting as if nothing had happened.

Michael sneered in his heart: "These idiots don’t understand that they are just a pack of dogs that I keep."

He grew increasingly frustrated: "But where is the Gonggong Miracle Stone hidden?"

...

In a strange void, invisible to the naked eye, a blood strand suddenly appeared. The blood strand twisted vigorously, as if searching for something. It was persistent and unyielding in this gloomy, distorted void. Lonely and pitiful, it was clueless but refused to give up.