chsdbacks Chapter 167 63 Billion Mixed Yuan Units
Chapter 167 63 Billion Mixed Yuan Units
Chapter 167 63 Billion Mixed Yuan Units
"Blocking me?"
Xu Qing looked down at the ant in front of him, which was in the cosmic starry sky.
"Do you think you deserve it with these things?"
The sound shook the void, like a planet exploding. Just hearing this sound made Pan Xi's body, a third-level World Lord, tremble uncontrollably.
With his last reliance gone, he finally understood that the gap between himself and the being before him was simply too vast.
Pansy's robes were soaked with cold sweat, and her chest felt like it was being crushed by a neutron star; even breathing was excruciatingly painful.
He finally realized that the gap between himself and the being before him was farther than the distance between dust and stars. If the other party wanted to kill him, it would only take a glance, which would be easier than crushing a ninth-level star.
It’s over.
The thought had barely formed when that gaze descended like a celestial explosion, its scorching heat instantly tearing through limbs and bones, even the smallest particles screaming and melting away...
But the next second, all the burning, agonizing heat suddenly receded. Pansy abruptly opened her eyes, her pupils contracting violently from the extreme shock.
A spaceship hovered silently in the spot; it was the same one Xu Qing had just been on. The hatch was tightly closed, as if no one had ever stepped out.
"W-what happened?"
His voice trembled as he frantically scanned his surroundings. The entire planet remained suspended peacefully, not even a speck of dust stirred, as if the devastating, searing pain from before had never existed.
The guards, who should have turned to dust, were standing alive in front of him, looking around blankly, clearly unaware of what had happened.
"You...you're not dead?!" Pansy asked in a terrified voice, her voice almost bursting out of her throat.
The guards exchanged glances, then bowed respectfully, their tone respectful yet puzzled: "Boss, what are you talking about? We've been guarding here the whole time."
Always here?
Pansy felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer, her brain throbbing.
What happened?
The secrets of the divine water were just revealed, Xu Qing transformed into a giant that blotted out the starry sky, his gaze swept over two plants and turned their lives to ashes, and his own desperate death—were all these things fake?
No... no, that burning realism made his mind go blank. He remembered every inch of pain, and every detail of every scene before.
This is no illusion.
Or is it like those fictional novels written by bored people, where you traveled through time and space back to a minute earlier?
Thinking of this, he knelt back half a step and looked up at the spaceship.
The hatch was tightly shut, but the excruciating pain from that piercing gaze was etched deep into his soul.
Pansy looked at the guards' calm faces, then at the silent interstellar spaceship, and suddenly couldn't tell whether the current tranquility or the despair just now was an illusion.
The guards were completely baffled as they watched their boss's face turn from pale to flushed.
At that moment, a very subtle tremor suddenly appeared in the space, and this tremor touched Pansy's fragile heartstrings. He suddenly looked up and saw that the hatch of the spaceship had silently slid open.
Pansy stared intently at the crack, her knuckles turning white.
After experiencing that desperate ordeal, a sliver of morbid hope began to grow in his heart.
Perhaps I'm just hallucinating?
Perhaps a completely different person will emerge from behind the door?
Even if the other party is a ninth-level star, as long as it can be proven that everything just now was a nightmare, he would be willing to make Pansy kneel down as a stepping stone.
This glimmer of hope, like a candle flickering in the wind, barely sustained his nearly collapsing nerves.
He held his breath and stared at the hatch.
But when her guest, the owner of the spaceship, stepped out of the hatch, Pansy's blood froze instantly.
That slender figure, black hair and black eyes, even the angle of the shadow cast by his eyelashes when he lowered his eyes, all perfectly matched the colossal figure that blotted out the sky in my memory.
It was the Xu Qing he remembered.
Especially those eyes, when they fell on Pansy, still carried a somewhat casual scrutiny, as if looking at an ant crawling on the ground.
Upon seeing this scene, Pansy's pitiful hope shattered the moment her eyes met it.
"That illusion wasn't fake," Xu Qing's voice rang out casually, as he extended his right hand. "Give me the thing."
Pansy's mind went blank, but her thoughts uncontrollably took out a silver plaque from her inner world and handed it over.
This silver plaque is a small world, and within it lies the incredibly valuable divine water.
Pansy looked at her own actions, but a question suddenly popped into her head:
Why should I obey?
The moment the thought arose, he understood.
"Right, this is a sign of soul enslavement. I'm being controlled? Am I already a soul enslaved? But when? I clearly haven't even met my master yet."
Although he is enslaved by the soul and will unconditionally obey Xu Qing, he still retains his own thoughts.
He couldn't understand when he had been controlled by his master, Xu Qing.
Seeing his puzzled look, Xu Qing nodded.
"The soul enslavement method of this Swallowing Star World is quite useful. Combined with my abilities, it can be done without anyone noticing."
Everything Panxi experienced before was a fictional world created by Xu Qing based on his predictions of the future; everything he experienced was exactly the same as reality.
He can comprehend the laws just like everyone else, and he can break through them just like everyone else.
Even if Xu Qing hadn't killed him, he wouldn't have noticed any difference even if he had lived in this illusory world until he died.
Because this is the future, this is "reality".
Inside the spaceship, looking at the silver plaque in his hand, Xu Qing cleared away the mental imprint left by Pan Xi.
The next moment, a small world was revealed before Xu Qing's eyes.
This is a world roughly 100 kilometers in radius, consisting of nothing but a plain and a lake in the center of the plain.
It was a lake with a diameter of more than ten kilometers. The water in the lake was extremely cold and was emitting a chill that permeated the entire world.
The liquid in this lake is the Rock Divine Water.
Xu Qing picked up a drop of Locke's Divine Water, and he could feel the immense vitality contained within it.
Just holding this drop of water, Xu Qing felt as if he were holding a thousand stars.
Because this drop of water in front of you is absolutely worth a thousand stars!!
Locke Divine Water is extremely expensive, with one cubic kilometer worth 890 million Mixed Yuan Units!
How many are in front of Xu Qing?
A full 712 cubic kilometers! What's the value based on the auction price? 63 billion Mixed Yuan Units!
That's worth a whopping 200 billion galaxies!
Even a single drop of this Locke Divine Water is worth thousands or tens of thousands of stars!
On Earth, statements about values being measured in astronomical units are mostly exaggerations and metaphors.
But the Locke Divine Water in Xu Qing's hand at this moment is truly worth astronomical figures.
"Is this what devouring is?" Xu Qing thought for only a second before falling silent again.
He couldn't help but think that it would take 10 Chaos Units, or hundreds of thousands of Milky Ways, to create a single ninth-tier plant life form at the World Lord level. The sheer volume of Locke Divine Water before him seemed to be equivalent to—the entire fortune of an ordinary King-level Immortal, or even the assets of a slightly stronger King-level Limit Breaker, which would be worth hundreds of billions.
The title of "Immortal King" is roughly equivalent to nine tribulations of lightning, a high-level saint, or a weaker Old One. The Heavenly Realm in the Longevity Secret Realm doesn't seem that strong either.
But compared to his own clients who were dirt poor, Xu Qing couldn't help but sigh.
Lao Xiao was poor; the most valuable thing in his house was probably a piece of ancient jade from Tuoshe.
Lao Zheng is not only poor, but he will probably have to rely on red stones (negative) to make a living in the future. Even if his strength is comparable to that of a high-level saint, he will still be dirt poor and cannot afford to support two high-level combatants.
Not to mention, Lawrence lives in a cesspool world. Even if he becomes one of the Great Old Ones in the future, he probably won't be able to gather 100,000 extraordinary beings.
Lao Hong, the poorest of them all, even with the strength to undergo nine tribulations of lightning in the original work, it would have taken his life to raise a few immortals.
Upon closer inspection, aside from Lao Fang, the creator of the immortal world, and Lao Lin, who also belongs to the Qie system, he couldn't find a single decent wealthy person on his client list.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing traced the silver plaque with his fingertips and couldn't help but sigh softly.