Chapter 207 – Ten-Body Fruit! Hundred-Body Fruit! Thousand-Body Fruit!
The Silent Wind Prison was originally created by the human race to trap and suppress other clans. But now, there was a real possibility that it might end up destroyed by Jiang Zhe himself.
Deep down, he felt a little uneasy about it.
After all, this wouldn't be his first time. He had already destroyed the cultivation world of the "Ruins of the Ancient God Temple" in the past.
Although he had later made up for it, supplying nearly two thousand years' worth of Ancient God Blood to humanity from his own resources, it didn't erase the fact.
Even if I really end up destroying Silent Wind Prison, as long as I can bring out the complete inheritance of the Beast God Clan, it would still count as a heaven-shaking contribution to my people.
This was how Jiang Zhe comforted himself.
As for the idea of swallowing all the benefits alone? That had never even crossed his mind.
Mostly because his eyes had already been spoiled by "A'Shu." Ordinary treasures simply didn't catch his attention anymore.
Who would still look twice at a so-called supreme treasure when they already had the Mixed Yuan Umbrella, the Blood Transformation Blade, the Lightning Treasure, and the Aegis in hand?
For him, the real fun was in the journey—the thrill of the trial, the mystery of exploration, and the joy of discovery.
If he succeeded, he could even bring out the complete inheritance of the Lightning Beast God, a gift that would be invaluable to his Ninth Senior Sister who was watching over the "Thunder Emperor's Lineage" back on Earth.
Moments later, Mo Ling finally came back to her senses, still shaken by the bold words Jiang Zhe had spoken earlier.
"Uncle-Master, have I ever told you about the power rankings inside Silent Wind Prison?"
"Uncle-Master, there are dozens of Invincible Kings trapped there. The top ten among them all possess strength beyond several million times that of a World Lord. The top five are all special lifeforms—each with at least a tenfold genetic level, tenfold divine body amplification, and combat power in the range of tens of millions of times a World Lord's strength."
"You spoke about killing them all… isn't that something you would need to apply for permission from the clan for? Even then, you'd still need the clan's support, wouldn't you?"
As she spoke, a light-screen appeared before her, displaying a ranking list of a hundred names—the strongest inside Silent Wind Prison.
Jiang Zhe's eyes swept across the list, and he quickly spotted a familiar name. With a casual gesture, he tapped on "No.12 Fire Wing King (Temporal Nightmare Beast)" and crossed it out.
"This list, I'll be taking it. One of the names on it has already been cut down. I don't need any help from the clan—I'll kill the rest one by one myself."
"Fire Wing King?"
Mo Ling did a quick calculation, and her eyes widened.
One hundred thousand base × tenfold divine body amplification × sixfold genetic level = six million times a World Lord's strength!
And that was just a conservative estimate, based on averages.
Then she remembered something—her Uncle-Master's avatar was itself an Invincible King with a strength exceeding a million times a World Lord.
But still, since when was a clone stronger than the original body?
Mo Ling shook her head, wisely choosing not to pry further. Her Uncle-Master's affairs were far too deep—better to play deaf and mute than risk sticking her nose where it didn't belong.
Still… today's matter was not going to be easy to resolve.
While she worried, Jiang Zhe continued scanning the list, his eyes lingering on a few tricky names among the top twenty-four Invincible Kings.
No.15 – Cold Blade King, Kai Xuan (Hong Alliance, Alien Race)
No.20 – Thousand Needle King, Hui Min (Human)
No.24 – Heavy Rock King, Kaiketon (Human)
From rank fifteen onwards, most were what Jiang Zhe considered "watered-down" Invincible Kings. Barely exceeding a million times World Lord-level strength, their power came entirely from inflated divine bodies rather than genuine mastery.
Mo Ling noticed exactly where his gaze landed and immediately understood what was on his mind.
"Uncle-Master… must there truly be no survivors?"
Jiang Zhe frowned slightly, pointing at the humans and Hong Alliance names on the list. "All of them refined their divine bodies using the Silent Wind, didn't they?"
"Yes," Mo Ling sighed. "Once the nature of the Silent Wind Prison was understood, no sane human or Hong Alliance powerhouse was willing to explore it anymore. The ones still trapped inside are only the earliest pioneers who had no choice but to remain."
"That makes things troublesome…" Jiang Zhe muttered. "Even if I don't kill them, if my attempt succeeds, they likely won't survive either."
Then he asked, "You know this as well—after tempering their divine bodies with Silent Wind, once they leave the range of the Prison—even outside the Silent Wind Belt itself—their divine bodies collapse without warning. Have you ever wondered why?"
"Why?" Mo Ling frowned, searching her memory of the records but finding no answer.
"The truth is… they refined components of a treasure directly into their divine bodies. The moment they leave the range of that treasure, naturally the treasure won't allow its parts to be taken away. It recalls every fragment."
"And that," Jiang Zhe concluded, "is why their divine bodies collapse so suddenly."
Mo Ling froze, then her expression shifted as realization dawned. "So from the very moment they tempered their bodies with Silent Wind… they were already dead."
Jiang Zhe nodded, confirming her grim conclusion.
For a long moment, silence filled the hall.
Finally, Mo Ling exhaled softly, as if a burden had been lifted, though her eyes still dimmed with sorrow. "This is not something I can decide. If you don't wish to expose your special nature, then you should abandon exploring Silent Wind Prison here and now."
Jiang Zhe raised his tea bowl and took a light sip, his brow quirking at her attitude.
"You've slain a Destruction Beast avatar—it was the bloodline of the Lightning Beast God, the most compatible with the Beast God Path in the entire Original Universe. You don't want the complete inheritance of the Lightning Beast God?"
"And besides… another avatar. Although I can't guess how the Silent Wind could grant one, surely you're holding back from breaking into Immortality because you want to acquire one more body, don't you?"
"Avatars…" Mo Ling gave a weary smile and began to explain. "Uncle-Master, have you ever wondered where the 'Void Core' you used came from?"
"I haven't. But I heard that very few exist within the Original Universe."
"The truth is… the 'Void Core' is actually the pit of a fruit called the Ten-Body Fruit. As the name suggests, it allows one to create avatars with up to tenfold genetic level."
Jiang Zhe's eyes narrowed, his voice low. "So your Destruction Beast avatar…"
Mo Ling nodded, confirming his guess. "And then there's the heavier version—the Hundred-Body Fruit. I used that to create my Bai Ze avatar."
Jiang Zhe's face darkened. Now it was clear what she was hinting at.
"These… they must all be the legacies left behind by the leaders of the Shanhai Realm for their descendants, aren't they?"
"Most likely. The Ten-Body Fruit, the Hundred-Body Fruit—all of them were treasures of the Beast God Clan. We only learned of their existence from records we found within the Silent Wind Prison."
"And above them… lies the Thousand-Body Fruit. That is my goal."
Jiang Zhe clicked his tongue. "Tch… A Thousand-Body Fruit. A clone with a thousandfold genetic level—just stepping into Immortality with that would instantly grant combat power at the Cosmos Overlord level. And you can resist such a temptation, yet you still try to persuade me to give up exploration?"
Mo Ling gave a dazzling smile. "I think it's wiser to build a good relationship with you, Uncle-Master. If I treat you with sincerity now, surely you won't mistreat me in the future, right?"
The unspoken meaning was clear—she was willing to help keep the secret of his Silver-Clad Soul.
"There's no need to wait for the future," Jiang Zhe said with a laugh. "Mo Ling, go report this to your clan leader."
She blinked. "Uncle-Master, perhaps it's best to just let it go—"
"No. I won't let it go. I'm genuinely curious about Silent Wind Prison."
And that was the truth.
First, the treasure itself was intriguing.
Second, the very origin of the Silent Wind fascinated him—it might even contain hidden opportunities.
And finally, if he could bring out the complete inheritance of the Beast Gods of Thunder and Wood, it would be an immeasurable contribution to his race.
Jiang Zhe was, at heart, a man loyal to his people.
"Don't burden yourself, Mo Ling. Just go report to your leader. My avatar is special—it was never meant to openly join the clan. The original plan was to infiltrate the Ancestral God Religion or some other peak force, freeloading until an opportunity came to strike big from the inside, working with my true body outside."
"Just like your clan leader—my teacher—who serves as a hidden trump card for humanity."
"Report it. As long as it doesn't reach the ears of the Cosmos Lords, don't reveal my avatar's existence."
"…Very well, Uncle-Master. I understand."
Mo Ling bowed deeply, then teleported away.
Jiang Zhe remained seated in the guest hall, calmly sipping his tea as he awaited the summons of the higher-ups.
He had considered hiding his identity, but realistically, there was no way a foreign identity could stir up waves within Silent Wind Prison without the clan noticing.
So instead, why not let it be exposed?
It was no longer a problem.
He was already an Invincible King—a true pillar of the human race. He wasn't the same as before, when his strength and status had been so mismatched.
In terms of combat power rankings within humanity, he was well within the top ten thousand.
After all, humanity had only:
– One True God.
– Eighteen Cosmos Lords.
– Three Top-Tier Cosmos Overlords.
– Dozens of regular Cosmos Overlords.
– Thousands of Cosmos Sovereigns.
Even if every Invincible King was added, the total wouldn't exceed ten thousand.
And among them, in the Invincible King tier, his Silver-Clad Soul dared to claim first.
…
Soon, Jiang Zhe checked his inbox. Following the instructions on an invitation letter, he connected through the Virtual Universe system and teleported directly to the Chaos Temple.
The grand hall was wreathed in swirling chaotic currents. Three figures were already waiting for him.
One was a rough, savage-looking giant of a man.
One wore golden robes, with faint green scales on his head, though his face resembled an Earthling.
And the last was clad in silver-and-black armor, over which draped a black robe. His skin was white as jade, his gaze cold and serpentine.
The Axe! Chaos! Darkness!
Seeing even the Axe Founder present, Jiang Zhe was surprised. He hadn't thought this matter would attract such a busy figure.
But on second thought, considering that this involved the inheritance of a powerful ancient race, such attention was only natural.
At last, Chaos City Lord spoke from the depths of the hall.
"Jiang Zhe, let's not waste words. Do you have the confidence? You want to bind Silent Wind Prison as its master, don't you?"
"Uncle-Master, as you guessed. But I don't have much certainty—I've only noticed some clues. I want to give it a try, but I need to ensure no one interferes during the attempt."
"Can you share your method? We are curious."
Jiang Zhe nodded and explained what he had deduced.
"The Silent Wind inside the Prison is different from that in the outer Belt. It contains a strange substance—tiny golden particles highly compatible with divine bodies. When refined, they enhance the 'quality' of the divine body, manifesting as increased amplification."
"My guess is that these golden particles are actually components of the Silent Wind Prison itself. Alongside them are countless golden veins hidden within the Prison—like unseen threads. They resemble those tokens…"
"If…"
As Jiang Zhe laid out his theory, the three giants fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, the Axe Founder said, "It would require an enormous divine body… perhaps I could try?"
"No! Axe, you are not suitable," Chaos City Lord immediately rejected sternly. "Let Jiang Zhe do it. Even in the worst-case scenario, losing one avatar is recoverable. But if anything happened to you, the entire foundation of humanity could collapse."
He then turned to Jiang Zhe. "What do you think?"
"You're right, Uncle-Master. Besides the strongest, I'm the only one suitable. If the Axe Founder were harmed because of my theory, it would be a disaster for the human race."
Chaos City Lord was satisfied with this mindset and promised, "Whatever you lose in this attempt, the clan will fully compensate. Any treasure you require for recovery, just name it."
Jiang Zhe had intended to act humble, to say he needed nothing—but then a thought struck him. He was about to bleed and sweat for the race. Why not take advantage of this chance?
"Uncle-Master, I'll need lightning-attributed materials. Blood, plants, rocks, metals… anything in the Original Universe with a connection to lightning! I don't need much of each—just a sample will do, whether precious or common."
Chaos City Lord's gaze flickered strangely, remembering Jiang Zhe's earlier sale of treasure sets and his public bounty request for lightning materials in the Hong Alliance market.
He suspected it was related to that mysterious avatar's cultivation, but chose not to question it further.
"I'll have them delivered to the Silent Wind Prison. That works?"
"Yes. Along with the batch I've already collected. I'll trouble you, Uncle-Master."
"Any other requests?"
"None. Only… please allow me to clear out Silent Wind Prison."
Chaos City Lord hesitated. "The human and Hong Alliance Invincible Kings trapped inside… can none of them survive?"
Jiang Zhe shook his head. "Even if I don't kill them, if my theory proves correct, once I bind the Prison and it recalls its fragments, they'll still perish."
"That is still only your conjecture. I will provide you with a sealing-type supreme treasure. Use it to store all humans and Hong Alliance powerhouses within. They won't perceive the outside, and they won't interfere with you. If, in the end, they still die, the clan will provide compensation and comfort to their related parties."
"In the words of your homeworld—do all that can be done, and leave the rest to fate."
"You may proceed with your attempt. How long do you expect before results?"
Jiang Zhe scratched his head, slightly embarrassed. "Uncle-Master, it may take a long time. There are many Invincible Kings in the Prison. I've been working on new secret techniques, and I plan to use them as my whetstones."
"…So be it. Take your time."
…
With the clan officially notified, Jiang Zhe finally felt at ease.
His Silver-Clad Soul avatar could now freely stir up waves inside the Silent Wind Prison, while the Virtual Universe Company would even station a Cosmos Overlord outside the Silent Wind Belt to back him up.
But instead of acting immediately, the Silver-Clad Soul immersed itself in cultivation, refining new secret arts.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhe himself sparred in the training grounds of his estate, testing out the inspirations shared by his avatar.
Even the rough prototypes of the techniques he had just created left the Lord of Darkness amazed.
Three techniques in total.
The first to be tested was the seemingly playful creation—"Palm Lightning."
Using it, Jiang Zhe cut down 822 opponents in succession before it was finally countered.
This meant that even in its infancy, "Palm Lightning" was already a top-tier secret art!
As for "Drip Water Style" and "Black Hole Style," which his Silver-Clad Soul had been polishing nonstop, they were even more terrifying.
Both consecutively cut down over a thousand opponents, immediately reaching the pinnacle level of secret arts.
Black Hole Style—first clear at 1,362 opponents!
Drip Water Style—first clear at 1,513 opponents!
"Drip Water Style is stronger, thanks to my deep comprehension of lightning laws, plus the aid of Soaring Feather Spear… With the Lord of Darkness arranging targeted opponents to patch my weaknesses, I'm confident my secret arts will progress rapidly, perhaps even reaching the ultimate level soon."
"But still… ultimate-level secret arts at the Immortal tier alone are far from my real goal."
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