Human Brain Farm-Chapter 413 - 398: Stealing the Saint Daoist Palace

Chapter 413: Chapter 398: Stealing the Saint Daoist Palace

Very soon, after the registration was completed, they boarded a gigantic spaceship, ascending all the way to the Divine Realm.

Zhu Zhengwei had never seen the Celestial Court of the Primordial Chaos Universe, but the Divine Realm was indeed magnificently glorious. Mighty figures, possessing the Power of Laws and wielding Celestial Dao Magical Treasures, were coming and going here.

"Next, you’ll be preparing for the tournament."

The person in charge left a cold remark and left directly.

Zhu Zhengwei and the other two sat in the room, picking up the competition instructions and map, and began to examine them.

"Hmm, it seems that the Lord of Heaven here, akin to the existence of the Jade Emperor, has a lot of freedom and power," Xu Dongsheng observed, "Generally, the Jade Emperor governs the Rule Celestial Realm and is the agent of ancient Saints, but here the Saints seem to ignore affairs... haven’t awakened for billions of years."

"It is indeed like this."

Zhu Zhengwei had already analyzed before that only after arriving at the Primordial Chaos Universe did he start working; previously, he had been idly avoiding responsibilities, not even caring about the offspring and the descendants of civilization in his Dark Side Cosmos, leaving them to fend for themselves.

"Meanwhile, for numerous years, no holy edict from the Saints has descended... they don’t even know that the Saints have gone outside." Miss Zhang, who claimed to have the surname Zhang, said calmly, "So, they don’t even know that without the Saints’ protection, entities from an Otherworld have quietly infiltrated here."

The defense is quite lax.

Everyone was very sure that the Saints were no longer here.

After all, this was tested with their lives.

"Lax defense is a good thing."

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the map of the Divine Realm, pointing at a location in the far south, "The deepest Saint Daoist Palace realm hasn’t been guarded for billions of years... it shows that even the Jade Emperor of this universe hesitates to approach those Saints’ palaces."

"No one is guarding them, and you really plan to infiltrate?" Xu Dongsheng looked shocked.

He thought this silent person, calling herself Miss Zhang and not revealing even her given name, was bizarre and went even more bizarre—this was clearly not a joke.

"Yes, after passing the first round of the tournament and finding some free time, I will head over there. Please cover for my departure, then you two mingle with the crowd and don’t worry about me," Zhu Zhengwei said, "Regardless of whether I succeed or not, I definitely won’t come back... After I succeed, I will leave far away."

Madman.

Lady Houtu was speechless.

She originally sensed something in this universe’s depths, the Saint’s residence, posed a threat to her, and was very cautious, investigating around the periphery. Yet this lunatic was bolder than even she, the Saint.

Though she felt some pity, she also thought this was a good thing.

Having someone act as a vanguard for her exploration was beneficial.

But in her eyes, there was a 100% chance of failure, even for a Saint Daoist Palace whose owner was absent, possessing restrictions—outsiders intruding would meet a dead end.

Even the Jade Emperor might not breach unguarded Daoist Palaces.

"I’ll help," Miss Zhang said, looking at him as if he were a fool.

Soon, they rested here for half a day, not watching the tournament.

When it was Zhu Zhengwei’s turn to compete, they finally left the room.

Following the crowd, they wound around the sea of people’s many arenas, eventually arriving at a designated arena.

Crack.

Zhu Zhengwei leaped lightly, looking at his opponent.

A bizarre cosmic creature resembling a Flame-man was looking at him arrogantly, "You scrawny kid, have you ever..."

Bang.

A terrifying thunder strike drained the Flame-man dry.

Zhu Zhengwei leaped lightly down.

This level shouldn’t draw too much attention, as there were many Instant Kill Level talents here.

He and his two companions left immediately, and when they had walked halfway, exchanged a glance, nodding silently; Zhu Zhengwei quietly departed.

...

Rumbling.

The entire land was covered in black desolation.

Black strands like willow catkins scattered in the air.

After stepping onto this land, Zhu Zhengwei felt intense oppression, his entire strength and laws being squeezed and twisted.

Far off, a circular arc Daoist Palace hung in the sky, like an eerie golden sun.

The ground was covered with black willow catkins one by one, the sky an intense golden sun, forming a stark color contrast intertwining light and dark, creating a bizarre world unlike a material universe.

As Zhu Zhengwei trudged toward it through a scorching sun-like arduous environment, he saw clearly—a mysterious gigantic serpent biting its own tail.

And the gigantic serpent was composed of seven segments, each a different color, seemingly the Daoist Palaces of seven Saints.

"Seven Snake Palaces?"

"Indeed, it aligns with the creation mythology of this Bo’er Cosmos."

"Our Creator God is Pangu, and Saints predominantly transformed from Pangu’s bloodline... Their Creator God is a serpent, and Saints being parts of a serpent is completely normal."

Zhu Zhengwei took a deep breath.

With every step, he felt himself drenched in sweat, soaked to the skin.

It was not physical sweat but the sweat of his soul, which felt like a wax figure steadily melting in the sweltering desert heat, soul-liquid dribbling down.

The sun in the sky was too hot!

Unbearably hot!

Even though Zhu Zhengwei had never been to the Scorching Hell within the Eighteen Layers of Hell, he knew this place was more terrifying.

"A substantial reduction in lifespan is expected, but at this rate, one’s soul will scatter."

Zhu Zhengwei wiped his forehead sweat, took a deep breath, looking towards the distance, gauging his return journey, "No return... my soul barely holds till the gate, simply cannot support the return... if failing to open the Daoist Palace gate, I’ll scatter my soul, perishing at the doorstep."

Utterly preposterous.

His True Skill level at 90%, barely stepping into the Half-Saint level. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Although a white-board Half-Saint without the Celestial Dao core or any Celestial Dao Magical Treasures, merely equivalent to a level 90 Game whiteboard character stripped of equipment and devoid of Talent Skills.

Yet not even gaining entrance was preposterous.

Still, to Zhu Zhengwei, barely reaching the door was enough.

Rumbling.

Like a melting candle, Zhu Zhengwei finally reached the gate of a Daoist Palace, and he tried knocking on the door.

No response.

"Not this Saint Daoist Palace..." Zhu Zhengwei took a deep breath, looked at the others, and bitterly smiled, "Have to go to the next one."

He walked on, like a parched desert traveler, steps slowing and vitality dwindling, one by one visiting second, third... Daoist Palaces, knocking on each door.

He had no intention of forcibly entering; merely approaching here even a rule-less Half-Saint was melting, forcing entry meant certain death.

He merely knocked.

If no door opened, he moved on.

Tap tap tap.

The fourth.

Zhu Zhengwei reached a grey Snake Palace.

Clang clang clang.

He knocked again.

The inside’s restrictions sensed and instantly opened a sliver of the door.

Zhu Zhengwei’s cracked, ceramic-like grim face suddenly erupted with unprecedented joy from despair, "Ha ha ha ha! Indeed, indeed! I guessed right!!"

He placed down a severed, bloodied hand used throughout the knocking, belonging to Miss Zhang, gazing at this Saint Daoist Palace, "We’re going home."