Chapter 212 – Removing the Word "False"!
A domain-type treasure, at the peak of perfection!
No wonder teleportation and divine kingdom transfer (without tokens) couldn't be used inside the Silent Wind Prison. Every characteristic matched the effects of a domain-type supreme treasure.
A domain treasure spanning fifty light-years… its range even surpasses some of the strongest treasures of the same category. Hopefully, it's not just a hollow shell.
One must know: the Primal Universe had once gifted the Ancestral God Sect the "Five-Colored Aurora Lake," with a maximum diameter of only ten light-years. Even the Snowflake World brought from the Jin World was of the same scale.
The only one larger was Luo Feng's "Wu-Killing Wings," which, upon activating its second secret pattern, allowed mastery over eighty light-years of space-time.
The effect, however—stronger than a Universe Lord, but weaker than a Supreme Treasure.
So, bigger doesn't always mean better.
Silver-Robed Jiang Zhe guessed that the suppressive power of the "Threaded Nest" might be weaker than expected.
Hopefully, not cripplingly weaker.
After completing the process of recognizing ownership, Jiang Zhe naturally wanted to examine his new treasure. However, since his true body was sleeping, he had no choice but to log into the Virtual Universe with his anonymous account. There, after questioning the central system, he teleported into the Chaos Temple.
The City Lord of Chaos gazed down at him, carefully trying to distinguish whether there was any difference between this Jiang Zhe and the true one.
Not only the City Lord was present—hidden to the side stood a thin man in white robes. He first observed from afar, then boldly approached Jiang Zhe, circling him with curiosity and wonder.
Neither could detect any discrepancy.
The Virtual Universe was a secret art, not mere technology—it reflected the essence of a being's soul whenever they logged in.
Just like Luo Feng: even after possessing the Golden Horned Beast, his Virtual Universe avatar remained human.
The principle was the same as when breaking through to True God—returning to the origin.
Unable to figure it out, the City Lord of Chaos didn't dwell on it.
It was enough to confirm he was human. It was enough to confirm he was Jiang Zhe.
Dressed in a silver robe, Jiang Zhe bowed deeply. "Greetings, Martial Uncle. I have matters to report."
"Jiang Zhe? May I call you that?"
"You may, Martial Uncle. We are one—he is the main body, I am the secondary."
A trace of surprise flickered in the City Lord's eyes before he nodded slightly. "You came here on your own initiative. Did something happen inside the Silent Wind Prison?"
"No, all is well. I have already claimed it."
The City Lord of Chaos had already guessed Jiang Zhe's intentions but didn't press. Instead, he asked, "Can you describe the Silent Wind Prison to me?"
"Of course." Jiang Zhe answered readily, laying it all out: "The Silent Wind Prison, which I have renamed the 'Threaded Nest,' is a domain-type pinnacle treasure. To recognize it, one needs willpower at least two levels higher than their own realm, as well as an enormous divine body capable of containing vast amounts of golden particle components."
The City Lord of Chaos would never attempt to steal a treasure.
But deep inside, he still couldn't help calculating… and concluded:
As expected, aside from Jiang Zhe, no one in the human race could possibly meet the requirements to claim this treasure.
Forget about the unrealistic demand for a light-year-class divine body.
Even the willpower requirement, though it seemed simple, was in fact absurd—
For a Universe Lord to possess willpower rivaling the strongest in existence.
For a Universe Master to possess willpower surpassing the strongest in existence.
It was laughable.
Clearly, even Herod himself hadn't recognized ownership. When his descendants fled with the treasure, it was lost, and thus spiraled out of control, forming the Silent Wind Prison.
"Jiang Zhe, you came here because of the sealed Kings inside that prison, didn't you?" The City Lord directly voiced his guess.
"Correct, Martial Uncle. If I withdraw the treasure's components, their divine bodies will collapse, and they'll die." After a pause, Jiang Zhe added, "Of course, I could leave the Threaded Nest as it is. I'm not desperate for this treasure."
"I anticipated this already. They've been informed to prepare. Ten days from now, do it. The race will compensate their kin."
"Yes, Martial Uncle. Shall I take my leave then?" Jiang Zhe bowed crisply, without hesitation.
He didn't care whether the City Lord was testing his heart.
The agreement was made—so he would act. No guilt, no burden.
He knew well: once he retrieved the Threaded Nest, he could use it to dive into the depths of the Silent Wind Belt, retrieving the Beast God Clan's inheritance—a fortune far beyond the worth of a few half-dead sealed Kings.
"Go." The City Lord nodded.
Jiang Zhe bowed and strode out of the Chaos Temple.
"Teacher?"
"The same. The soul aura is identical—they are one. Truly fascinating."
Inside the grand hall, no figure was seen, only the echo of a voice.
Ten days later, the time had come.
Jiang Zhe glanced at the metallic sphere hanging at his waist. Without releasing the sealed Kings within, he willed the Threaded Nest to shrink.
Golden threads withered like dying veins, contracting, reversing, and flowing back, dragging with them the golden particles.
Near Jiang Zhe, those particles surged into his divine body in droves.
At last, all were absorbed into him. The golden threads condensed into a glowing ball of silk, which Jiang Zhe pressed against his chest. Instantly, it fused into his divine body like a network of veins.
From now on, with a mere thought, he could extend a domain spanning twenty-five light-years around him.
But why must this domain treasure be fused into the body?
That was its peculiarity—it was also a battle armor.
Not worn on the surface, but buried within the body.
Any material attack striking his divine body would be absorbed, reduced by a factor of one hundred, one thousand, or even ten thousand.
While weaker than a pinnacle armor in raw reduction, it bore the same endurance limit.
And more than defense—it strengthened him.
Tenfold amplification, independent of his body's natural amplification. Capped at one hundred trillion times world lord power.
To summarize, the effects of the Threaded Nest:
— A vast domain, with control over space-time and suppression.
— As an internal armor, reducing material attacks to one percent, one-thousandth, or even one-ten-thousandth.
— Grants a flat tenfold amplification, up to one hundred trillion times world lord power.
Threefold powers. The last one especially pleased Jiang Zhe.
His special divine body lacked natural amplification—so having this extra boost was invaluable.
Thanks to the race's supply of lightning materials—some even gathered with help from the Hong Alliance and Universe Lords—the "Lightning Universe" had evolved for nearly a millennium. It had peaked, soon to decline, feeding Jiang Zhe's body until it reached eighty million times world lord strength.
His eyes gleamed with delight.
"Perfect timing!"
"With the Threaded Nest, that becomes eight hundred million times. Comparable to a Universe Overlord's normal state. And I can still burn divine power recklessly—multiplying my attacks a thousandfold…"
Jiang Zhe licked his lips, dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
He'd been suppressed too long.
The race still expected him to deliver the head of a Universe Lord. But first… perhaps slaughtering a few weaker beings would be satisfying.
"Right. Let's adjust the appearance."
He dismissed the Eternal Serpent divine body, molding a portion into human form for convenience.
Instead of looking like his true body, he transformed into a classical middle-aged European man—bare chest beneath white robes, muscles chiseled and defined, a thick beard, and golden curls crackling with arcs of destructive lightning.
He glanced at the robe, found it distasteful, and swapped it for silver.
Satisfied, he raised his hands—lightning coiling into a spear in one, a round shield in the other.
"I… am Zeus."
His identity had already been arranged by the Virtual Universe Company—he would now pose as a special lifeform of the Hong Alliance.
After indulging in his roleplay, Jiang Zhe returned to reality.
The Silent Wind Prison had vanished; now he stood in the depths of the Silent Wind Belt.
The true winds howled around him.
But with the Threaded Nest infused in his body, the winds could no longer consume him—only nibble away at a tolerable rate.
Without it, even a Universe Lord sheltered in a pinnacle palace would be annihilated here.
Only those with supreme treasures dared hope to survive.
Jiang Zhe looked around the endless storm.
"Wait… I withdrew the prison, so no one can teleport here to pick me up. How do I leave? Fly myself, through the Dark Universe?"
With the Threaded Nest's protection, he could accelerate to lightspeed in the winds. The cost in divine body was bearable.
"Came in easily… can't go back. Hah."
Muttering, he abandoned the thought of returning.
Instead, he logged into the Virtual Universe, obtained an ancient map of the Herod Secret Realm—drawn long before the Silent Wind Belt existed.
Marked upon it were the Beast God Clan's key locations. And one red-highlighted zone, where he was to retrieve a lost pinnacle palace treasure once discarded by the City Lord of Chaos.
Deploying an F-class ship, Jiang Zhe set out.
It was peculiar—the Silent Wind targeted all life, seeping into treasures, artifacts, even storage devices. But it ignored natural matter—meteors, planets, stars—leaving them untouched.
And since the winds hadn't always existed, Jiang Zhe grew more and more curious about their origin.
Hanxia Calendar, Year 6549.
In a luxurious manor on the Virtual Universe Company's headquarters continent, Jiang Zhe finally awoke after twenty-five months of deep sleep.
Climbing off the tatami bed, he stretched with vigor.
"My head feels hollowed out—so light. My body's not the least bit fatigued. Like I've been reborn."
Orianna: ??? Master, your metaphors… really?
…Please don't ever say that again.
Jiang Zhe, oblivious to her inner complaints, exclaimed in shock: "Wait… I really have been reborn. Since when did I have the willpower of a Universe Lord?!"
He had intended to spend time adjusting and returning to dream cultivation.
But now? He had succeeded outright.
Touching his chin, he muttered solemnly, "As expected, I am a genius in the Dao of Soul and Will."
Behind him, Orianna covered her face in exasperation.
But she knew—it was good news.
Every trace of harm from the dream world had been dissolved.
Soon, through his connection to the Silver-Robed Divine Soul, Jiang Zhe learned all that had transpired in the past two years.
Good news, one after another. The troublesome recognition process was finally over.
"An extra tenfold amplification?"
"Then my current strength is: ten thousand times world lord × one hundred times body amplification × ten times bonus amplification = ten million times world lord power!"
"With ultimate secret techniques and willpower attacks, I can leap two ranks—smashing a Universe Venerable with a single blow to the back of the head!"
"But the Threaded Nest will have to wait until my silver divine soul retrieves the Beast God inheritance."
He rubbed his hands, pacing excitedly. He craved a target.
But his blood cooled quickly.
"No, I can't rush. First, I must finish cultivating the Guiding Secret Art with the Seraphim—remove the 'False' title, and master a true willpower attack."
He summoned his Demon Avatar.
The clone turned his hand, revealing a heavy tome. As his fingers brushed the cover, a light projection manifested—awakening the Seraphim.
In the instant she revived, her bond with the Demon Avatar let her understand everything. She looked at Jiang Zhe in awe.
"A world lord body… but willpower on par with a Universe Lord. Truly, your soul talent is extraordinary."
Her praise left Jiang Zhe basking with satisfaction.
But he remained focused. "I've reached your conditions. Can I now cultivate the Guiding Secret Art and inherit the Chapter of Sin?"
"You may," she said, "but I have a personal suggestion. I hope you'll let your soul embrace Original Sin more fully."
Jiang Zhe blinked—he had forgotten to use Source Blood to temper his will.
"And one more thing…" The Seraphim drifted toward the window, gazing outside. "This place seems to be an important base of your race. Are you certain you want to practice the Guiding Secret Art here?"
Jiang Zhe raised a brow. "Will the phenomenon be that great?"
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