Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Crimson Child: Humans, I Have Ascended to Godhood (Demigod)!

"Attack together! Don’t let him claim the divine blood heart!"

When the descendant of evil gods—Crimson stepped forward, the demon cultivators—Wandering Bug, minor tyrants, and others—immediately sensed danger and launched their assault. Simultaneously, the Dao sect’s Jade Daoist and Zui Xiaoyao sprang into action. Even the black fierce tiger turned its fury upon the descendant of evil gods—Crimson.

"BOOM!"

Sword energy, Black Sha roars, thunderclaps… The relentless attacks tore through the air and shook the earth. Such force couldn’t be easily blocked by a mere descendant of evil gods. Neither could Crimson reach the divine blood heart nor refine it under their watchful guard.

This very confidence had made the demon sects willing to collaborate with the evil god’s offspring. Until now, their scheme had progressed smoothly. Only two descendants of evil gods existed alongside the lone black fierce tiger. Meanwhile, the humans boasted minor tyrants, Wandering Bug, Ghost Shadow, Fa Yan, and Jiang Yingying of the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect from the demon sects, plus the Dao sect’s Jade Daoist, Zui Xiaoyao, and Spirit Void Master. United, their forces dwarfed those of the evil god descendants and demons.

They’d agreed: first expel the evil god descendants, then fight among themselves. Thus Wandering Bug and his allies had felt assured of their overwhelming advantage.

Yet plans crumbled. Though their attacks repelled and wounded the descendant of evil gods—Crimson, barring him from the divine blood heart… the pulsating organ began resonating with Crimson of its own accord.

"HUMMM!"

Through this resonance, the Crimson Child’s power surged without touching the heart—breaking through mid-stage combining Essence and Evil, late-stage, peak… His cultivation hurtled toward High Mastery of Transformation, leaving the Dao and demon sect prodigies gaping.

"Impossible!"

"This divine blood belongs to a sealed evil god! How can you refine it so effortlessly?"

Even among evil gods, their paths diverged. Other descendants required years to refine and adapt to foreign gods’ power before wielding a divine blood heart’s might. This very limitation had made demon cultivators consider collaboration safe.

Yet here stood Crimson Child, on the brink of success, his triumphant grin irrepressible. Reveling in victory, he roared laughter and addressed the stunned demon cultivators:

“Ha ha ha ha, why? Naturally because we share the same origin!”

“The divine blood heart coalesces from the power of the great Crimson God. The blood flowing through my veins also belongs to the mighty Crimson God—there’s no difference between me and it!”

“Damn it!”

“Those evil gods failed to exterminate all Crimson Children, leaving one remnant alive!”

At this moment, the talented members of the demon sect in the City of Heart’s Prison finally realized they’d been tricked, which infuriated them.

Even more enraged were the clan elders of the powerful clans outside, along with Prince Liang.

“I knew it! I knew these bastard half-breeds couldn’t be trusted—they all deserve death!”

If the Grave Lord’s seal broke and the evil gods escaped, it would undoubtedly trigger a calamity.

Yuzhou would bear the brunt of this disaster. Both Prince Liang and the local powerful clans had most of their assets and foundations concentrated in Yuzhou. Their losses would be catastrophic if this place fell, making them the most furious when realizing events had spiraled beyond control.

Blind with rage, Prince Liang issued a lethal ultimatum to the demon sect elders:

“Tell your demon whelps this—they’d better clean up their mess at all costs. If they fail, they’ll die in the City of Heart’s Prison!”

“No fleeing permitted! Any deserters will face my full retaliation! Your demon sect will be hunted down, and all your schemes crushed!”

“Don’t doubt my capability! Prince Liang and Yuzhou’s clans form the Great Spirit Dynasty’s primary tax base. Our combined might can sway imperial policies! Whatever plots you’ve hatched—they’ll all crumble under our assault!”

Prince Liang’s fury reached its zenith.

His threats proved effective.

When this message reached the Grave Lord’s secret realm through secret techniques, even Wandering Bug and the minor tyrants abandoned thoughts of escape.

“Bastard… threatening us…”

“Attack together! We can’t evade a royal house’s full pursuit…”

“Stop holding back if you value your lives! Fight desperately!”

“No need to remind me…”

“Boom!”

Knowing they’d provoked Prince Liang’s irreversible wrath, the minor tyrants discarded retreat plans and launched themselves forward recklessly.

“Boom… roar…”

Thus, chaotic warfare erupted anew within the Grave Lord’s secret realm.

Through sheer numbers and desperate burning of vitality, souls, and magic, the humans briefly gained the upper hand, suppressing the descendant of evil gods—Crimson.

“A chance… damn it!”

But their triumph proved fleeting. Before grins could form, the descendant of evil gods—Crimson synchronized his heartbeat with the thunderous pulses resonating through the secret realm, channeling the evil gods’ power into his body.

—Ordinary beings would be enslaved by such higher power.

But as a Crimson Child—a natural minion of evil gods—his body already housed their essence.

As all knew, both minions and followers of evil gods derived their strength from the same source: the evil gods themselves.

This explained how the Crimson Child had remotely controlled the divine blood heart without physical contact earlier.

Now, absorbing the leaking evil god energy propelled his combined Essence and Evil cultivation to unprecedented heights.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, a wild, overwhelming, and vast aura burst forth from him.

Simultaneously, his body rapidly twisted into grotesque forms—or perhaps… evolved?

"Roar!" "Hiss!" "Howl!"

Driven by the synchronized pulsations of the evil god’s heart and the divine blood heart, the Crimson Child’s body ballooned at terrifying speed.

Each thud of the evil god’s heart caused his frame to swell larger.

1.8 meters, 3.7 meters, 6.9 meters, 11 meters, 17 meters…33…64…93…107…

Within mere minutes, the Crimson Child grew from human-sized to a hundred-meter monstrosity.

His horrifying shape matched his colossal size.

Thirteen writhing heads sprouted from his torso, while his main body morphed into an insectoid form armored with plates.

Forbidden crimson runes crawled across these armored segments, making most human attacks, even lightning, useless against it.

Many clan elders from powerful clans outside now despaired completely.

They realized no one could stop the Crimson Child within the Grave Lord’s tomb now.

Reality proved them right.

Forget tales of geniuses surpassing their own realms—though such legends exist.

First, realm-surpassing feats typically occur between minor stages like Spirit Pool vs Spirit Sea, or Refining the Evil vs Condensing Essence.

But the chasm between Wandering Bug’s combined Essence-Evil cultivation and the Crimson Child’s Transformation was an entire major realm—an insurmountable gap.

Second, geniuses fight ordinary people, not fellow geniuses.

When both sides wield equal treasures and heritage, how could lower-realm fighters challenge those a full major realm above?

Impossible.

Moreover, geniuses ascending realms create terrifying changes through their piled-up advantages.

Now reaching Transformation, the Crimson Child unleashed the Crimson Holy Grail’s true power.

"Gulp!"

Ignoring assaults from minor tyrants, Wandering Bug, Jade Daoist and others, the Crimson Child swallowed the Crimson Holy Grail whole.

His body mutated again, surging from 100+ meters to 300 meters. Though newly ascended to Transformation, he could now battle mid-Transformation foes—a testament to genius amplified by supreme treasures.

The swallowed Grail granted more than size.

Limitless energy flooded his veins, paired with near-immortal vitality and healing.

"Demons begone—DIE!"

"CRACK!"

Even as the Crimson Child stood motionless, Jade Daoist’s Divine Lord scored a hit.

One of the behemoth’s countless limbs fell severed—a meaningful strike amid hundreds of thrashing appendages.

But Jade Daoist’s triumph died unborn. What happened next froze his face in dread.

“Swish!”

A mere breath after a limb was severed, a new one sprouted from the Crimson Child’s body.

Even more terrifying, the severed limb didn’t die or wither—it morphed into a ferocious giant snake that lunged at the Jade Daoist.

“Crack!”

Though the Divine Lord’s lightning blasted it apart moments later, the Crimson Child’s scattered flesh still squirmed with life.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”

A crimson glow flashed, and the fragments transformed into swarms of mosquitoes, flies, and writhing bloodworms, surging again toward the Jade Daoist.

This relentless immortality left the Jade Daoist and the others powerless.

Yet this was merely the residual effect of the Crimson Child’s advancement to High Mastery of Transformation. Its true terror lay in its colossal three-hundred-meter form crowned with thirteen heads.

The massive body granted overwhelming strength, while each head wielded a distinct, devastating power. No mage at the Condensing Essence stage could withstand such fury.

“Aaaah!!!”

One of the heads, shaped like a female demon, released a piercing shriek.

“Zzzzt—!”

The wail rippled the air like water, cracking the earth. When it struck the gifted cultivators, their souls writhed in agony.

“Hiss!”

The scream tore through the sea of consciousness of several prodigies, shredding their spiritual essence. Some minds drowned entirely in the screech, leaving no room for thought.

While the cultivators struggled to resist the wail, the Crimson Child needed no pause. With thirteen heads, it unleashed the female demon’s cry to paralyze its foes—then attacked with the others.

“Crunch!”

A lion’s roar, a serpent’s strike, and a ram’s charge ended a life instantly. The victim was a minor tyrant. His powerful body and courage meant nothing against the gap in cultivation.

In contrast, the Wandering Bug and others survived through strange abilities. When struck, the Wandering Bug burst into a cloud of insects, scattering in all directions.

Though the Jade Daoist was immobilized by the wail, his Divine Lord—a guardian spirit born from an Earth Immortal’s will—remained unaffected. As the ram’s head attacked, the Divine Lord intercepted, shielding its master.

The others relied on their own defenses. But even unharmed, the female demon’s scream and the minor tyrant’s death shattered their resolve. Now, all fled.

Their retreat drew manic laughter from the Crimson Child.

“Hahaha! I’ve ascended to Demigodhood! This immortal divine body makes me unkillable! You’ll all die!”

Flapping seventeen pairs of wings, it pursued the fleeing cultivators. Zui Xiaoyao and the others sped away even faster.

The Wandering Bug fled farthest. Though he’d caused this disaster, he bolted first when the Crimson Child proved unstoppable. He knew Prince Liang’s Chase would follow—but that meant survival.

“Chase me? Ha! The demon sects won’t kill a talent like me. They’ll shield me. I’ll lay low, wait out the storm, then reclaim my status.”

“So what if thousands die? When I rise, those who hunted me will pay!”

He felt no remorse. Even if millions perished, he’d still plot revenge. Such selfishness defined the demon sects. Their alliance with descendants of evil gods? Typical.

*After I die, let the world burn*—this was their creed.

But escape wasn’t guaranteed.

“Hummm!”

Triggered by the evil gods’ aura, the City of Heart’s Prison’s seal activated. A barrier erupted, encasing the entire city.

The Wandering Bug had just reached the city walls.

“NO!!!”