Chapter 750: The Sky‑Swallowing Python Clan and the Divine Beast Plains
"There's news of Cai Lin?"
The moment the Feng Emperor spoke, Mo Yu froze, and the usually calm, unmoving mask on his face cracked with a rare flash of joy. His silver eyes brightened sharply as he turned to the Feng Emperor. "Where is she now?" he asked, his voice tense with urgency.
Among all matters, nothing weighed more heavily on him than the safety of Cai Lin and Xiao Yan. As for Xiao Yan, Mo Yu had faith in his miraculous luck; the man carried a glow of destiny—he would pull through any danger. But Cai Lin was different. She was the one Mo Yu truly could not put out of his heart.
In fact, one of Mo Yu's chief reasons for creating Thunder Prison, aside from establishing a foothold in the Great Thousand World, was to widen the net to search for traces of them both.
For the past month, following his orders, Thunder Prison had mobilized its spies across multiple realms to gather information on Xiao Yan and Cai Lin. And now, at last, there was a lead.
"Yes," the Feng Emperor said, nodding solemnly. "Our people have found word of Lady Cai Lin. It appears that among our very own Thunder Prison ranks is a member of the Sky‑Swallowing Python Clan from the Myriad Serpent Continent. This woman once served under the Lord of the Beast Domain. When she heard that you were looking for someone of that clan and heard your description, she realized Lady Cai Lin is now within the Myriad Serpent Continent."
"Oh, someone from the Sky‑Swallowing Python Clan of the Myriad Serpent Continent?" Mo Yu murmured in mild surprise. "I hadn't expected that there existed other Sky‑Swallowing Pythons in the Great Thousand World."
"Only a common one," the Feng Emperor clarified. "Not even close to a colorful variant—certainly nothing like the Nine‑Color Sky‑Swallowing Python. Otherwise, she'd never have been allowed to leave her clan and wander all the way to the Tianluo Continent."
"I see," Mo Yu said, smiling faintly. "Then it seems the Nine‑Color lineage is held in very high regard. Bring her here—I'll speak with her myself."
The Feng Emperor nodded and with a flicker of light vanished into the void.
Moments later he returned, bringing with him a woman.
She was alluring, her skin bronze‑tinted and sleek; not strikingly beautiful, but her serpentine pupils and graceful, sinuous figure radiated dangerous charm. Her hips swayed like a dancing flame, and there was something powerfully exotic about her.
"Prison Lord, this is the Sky‑Swallowing Python clanswoman," the Feng Emperor said with a calm smile, indicating the newcomer.
Mo Yu nodded, his eyes flickering briefly over the woman. As expected from a beast race, the Sky‑Swallowing Pythons exuded natural sensuality. While her presence was far from Cai Lin's celestial allure, she was still beyond most mortal women.
"Your name?" Mo Yu asked gently, his tone commanding but not cold.
Being this close to the Prison Lord, the woman swallowed nervously. Her eyes, clear as spring water, wavered with awe. Bowing low, she replied, "This subordinate's name is She Mei."
"Oh? Quite fitting," Mo Yu said lightly, a half‑smile playing at his lips. Then his expression sharpened slightly. "Tell me—how did you come by news of Cai Lin?"
At his question, She Mei's features grew solemn. "Reporting to the Prison Lord—this subordinate is not native to the Tianluo Continent. I hail from the distant Myriad Serpent Continent, and I am of the Sky‑Swallowing Python Clan that reigns there."
"A year ago, I returned briefly to my homeland. From the elders of my clan, I learned that after thousands of years, a new Nine‑Color Sky‑Swallowing Python had appeared among our people."
Mo Yu's gaze flickered. She hurried on.
"However, this Nine‑Color was not born on our continent—it came from a lower realm. The news caused a great stir. The Nine‑Color bloodline hasn't manifested for millennia; even the finest geniuses of our clan barely reach the level of the Seven‑Color Sky‑Swallowing Python. So when this extraordinary aura was detected, the clan hastily dispatched a group of high elders to bring her back to the fold."
"When I later heard that our Prison Lord was searching for a wife of the Nine‑Color bloodline, it reminded me of that lower‑realm woman they spoke of. Her name, too… was Cai Lin."
"From the lower world, a Nine‑Color Python… so it truly is her." Mo Yu exhaled softly, tension melting into relief. Joy flickered across his face.
After more than a year in this world, he finally had news of Cai Lin.
"How high a status does a Nine‑Color Python hold within your clan?" he asked after a pause, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"In our clan, the bloodlines are divided thus: the common Sky‑Swallowing Python; the Three‑Color; the Five‑Color; the Seven‑Color; and the Nine‑Color," She Mei explained respectfully.
"Most of our race are of the common or Three‑Color varieties. The Five‑Color and Seven‑Color bloodlines are the prodigies. But the Nine‑Color—" she lowered her head slightly "—has not emerged for thousands of years. That is why Lady Cai Lin's arrival caused such excitement."
"Oh, so the Nine‑Color lineage is that rare…" Mo Yu murmured, brows arching slightly. No wonder the clan treated Cai Lin as a divine treasure.
He reflected that even on the Dou Qi Continent, a Seven‑Color Sky‑Swallowing Python already stood among the mightiest of beasts. A Nine‑Color one could rival dragons themselves.
And in the Great Thousand World, dragons and phoenixes ruled the spiritual beast hierarchy. For a being to match them—it was only natural that Cai Lin's bloodline was viewed with awe.
"Indeed," She Mei said softly. "By now, Lady Cai Lin likely already holds the right to enter the Divine Beast Plains."
"The Divine Beast Plains?" Mo Yu's brows rose slightly. The name stirred a faint memory—he recalled that in the original tales, Mu Chen had ventured there as well.
Seeing his look of interest, She Mei explained, "In ancient times, the Great Thousand World once contained a vast continent known as the Divine Beast Continent. Nearly all noble beast and divine‑beast races resided upon it."
"But when the Outer Evil Clan invaded, their corruption reached even that land. The ensuing war was catastrophic beyond measure."
"In that apocalyptic conflict, the Divine Beast Continent shattered into fragments. Yet even these fragments remain among the supercontinents of today."
Mo Yu gave a low sigh. Even in ruin, that world left behind supercontinents—how immense it must have been in the ancient ages.
"It's said," added the Feng Emperor with a faint smile, "that in those times the Divine Beast Continent was so vast that even a Sovereign traveling at full speed for decades couldn't cross it."
She Mei nodded. "Within that land lay a sacred region—the Divine Beast Plains. Many of the greatest divine beasts resided there, some even beyond comprehension. Back then, the Divine Beast Plains alone held nearly a third of the continent's entire combat power."
Mo Yu's eyes glittered slightly. To command such significance on a world of gods and beasts—you could imagine what terrifying entities once dwelled there.
"In the great calamity, even the Outer Evil Clan recognized the power of the Divine Beast Plains. They united dozens of their kings to strike together, assaulting it by surprise. Their combined might shattered the region and drew it into a dark spatial vortex. Only after that did the Divine Beast Continent's defenses begin to crumble, leading to the fall of countless divine beasts..."
"After the war, though, powerful figures traced traces of its lingering aura within that void. Since then, once every great epoch or so, the Divine Beast Plains will resurface briefly. When it does, beast and divine‑beast clans rush in hoping to seize ancient fortunes."
As she spoke, She Mei's pupils gleamed and her lips curved faintly. "Within it lie the remains of countless ancestors. It's said that even an ancient Sky‑Swallowing Python once perished there. Should Lady Cai Lin obtain a drop of that ancient blood, her bloodline would perfect itself—perhaps even evolving into a true Ancient Sky‑Swallowing Python."
Mo Yu's mind wavered for a moment before steadying. Now he understood why her clan revered Cai Lin so sincerely.
Not only for her rare Nine‑Color lineage—but because she was the perfect vessel to reclaim the lost power of their race.
The Divine Beast Plains—clearly a place of wonder and peril for all beastkin.
"The Plains' appearances are unpredictable," She Mei continued. "Only as their emergence nears do signs appear. Every time they resurface, the world of beasts trembles."
Mo Yu nodded in agreement. So many divine beasts had perished there; a single drop of divine blood could transform a bloodline. It was an irresistibly sacred relic to all beast races.
"Moreover, each opening draws the prodigies of countless beast clans. Many harbor greed for our Sky‑Swallowing blood—especially the Spirit Serpents, Heavenly Serpents, Earth‑fiend Pythons, and Netherthunder Serpents. Our bloodlines have long clashed. If we meet them there, battle is inevitable."
"And if an ancient Sky‑Swallowing Python's blood truly emerges…" she added, her voice lowering, "it won't just be serpent clans. Even the True Dragon race will intervene."
"These beast prodigies," she continued, "are among the most monstrous geniuses of the Great Thousand World. Though limited to the younger generation, some already wield power near the peak of the Sovereign realm."
"Lady Cai Lin, though blessed with the Nine‑Color bloodline, has cultivated for too short a time. Even under lavish guidance, she has only reached the seventh‑grade Sovereign level. Against those peerless prodigies, she'll be hard‑pressed."
She paused, sighing lightly. "Hence, the clan has also placed their hopes on several Seven‑Color Python prodigies besides her."
Mo Yu's expression darkened slightly. Cai Lin's talent was undeniable—but she was still new to this world. Competing in that crucible would be crushingly difficult. Those who entered would be the strongest of every race. Facing even dragon heirs… It was enough to fill his chest with dread.
After a moment, his silver eyes narrowed. "Has your clan decided who will enter the Plains?"
"Our clan has been granted four quotas. Three are set—Lady Cai Lin among them. The final one is still undecided."
"I see…" Mo Yu's gaze flickered. "Tell me—could I contend for that fourth slot?"
"You… wish to fight for it?" She Mei blurted in shock. "But—! Even assuming divisions aside… you're not of our bloodline. For an Upper Earth Sovereign such as yourself to compete for a trial meant for beast prodigies—it will draw the fury of countless clans!"
Mo Yu smiled faintly, unconcerned. "Not my true body. Only a spirit clone. If I can promise that Cai Lin will inherit the ancient Sky‑Swallowing Python's bloodline, would your clan permit it?"
"This…" She Mei hesitated, frowning in thought. "The ancient blood is of immense importance. But if you truly could ensure Lady Cai Lin's ascension, the Elders might—might—consider it."
"And besides," she added after a pause, glancing at him shyly, "since you are her husband, the clan may show leniency."
Mo Yu nodded once. "Then who are the current candidates for that final place?"
"Two," she answered quickly. "Both are Six‑Rank Sovereign peaks, young titans of our race. Unless something unprecedented happens, one of them will claim it. For you—or rather, your spirit clone—to earn it, you must demonstrate greater strength than both."
"Moreover, there are only two months until the Plains open."
Finishing, she looked at him curiously. Even an Earth Sovereign could create spirit projections—but their duration and power were limited. How could a clone contend with such prodigies?
What kind of method would this young Prison Lord use?
"Sixth‑rank Sovereigns, and two months' time…" Mo Yu repeated softly. His silver eyes gleamed with cool contemplation.
It seemed—for Cai Lin—he would have to use certain… extraordinary means.
(END CHAPTER)
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