Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!-Chapter 960 - 517: Peering_2

Among them, there was also the Poison Bee Aileen he encountered in the Residual Fire Crack.

Aileen bent down and said:

"My dear brother, please come in."

The Golden Canary Family sure loves calling people brother... Chen Qi scratched his head.

Along the way, he’s almost gained a dozen more siblings.

Then, he walked into the dining room.

The walls of the entire dining room had already been transformed into a massive screening room by Daphne and Fen.

And what the surveillance eye was projecting was exactly what Art was seeing now.

However, currently, the entire wall was pitch-black, and only the sound of Art’s cautious footsteps could be heard.

"How is it?"

Chen Qi asked.

Fen nodded and said:

"Art has entered the tunnel."

"He’s been walking quickly for half an hour..."

Daphne said.

She never expected that beneath the Art Capital, there would be such a deep and massive tunnel.

"Hmm..."

Chen Qi took a sip of floral tea and looked at the wall.

Crunch! Crunch!

Accompanied by the sound of Art stepping on bones, light finally appeared on the previously dark wall.

A youth covered in blood appeared before everyone, gnawing on a dragon’s leg.

"Is he the grandfather?"

Daphne swallowed a mouthful of water.

The man appearing before Art was at least two meters tall, with a muscular build, wearing simple trousers on his lower half, and having numerous bone flutes at his waist.

Rather than calling him a grandfather, it would be more fitting to say that his stance at the moment was that of a primitive forest savage who ate raw meat and drank blood.

Yet, his face was quite clean, even bearing a youthful look, giving an unusual feeling.

Upon seeing Art, the grandfather immediately asked:

"Art, Fen, and the other Fifth Rank, have you captured them?"

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In the dim underground, the rustling sound continued to echo.

Cold sweat kept dripping down Art’s forehead.

The grandfather clearly did nothing, yet the pressure he emitted was nearly on par with the Water Elf Seven wielding the Pain Whip!

Crunch! Crunch!

The grandfather gnawed the bone and meat together:

"What’s wrong? Art, why aren’t you speaking?"

Art opened his mouth with difficulty:

"I, I failed, I couldn’t defeat, Fen, Fen’s lover..."

"He, he is too strong."

Art stuttered.

In the face of that invisible pressure, he didn’t even dare to lie to the grandfather.

Fortunately, he truly was no match for Chen Qi!

"Couldn’t defeat..."

The grandfather asked:

"You mean, you lost to a Fifth Rank Extraordinary from the sea."

Art said:

"Yes, yes, grandfather, even with your Shadow Weaver King added, I, I am no match for him!"

"Is this man really that powerful..."

The grandfather stroked his chin:

"Indeed, recently, I heard a friend from the White Dove Newspaper say that a sizeable Crack Tide emerged in the Witch Sea."

"Your inability to win against the opponent is indeed within reasonable expectations."

The grandfather sat down and picked up another piece of dragon leg from the ground.

As if everything was within his expectations.

Art stammered and asked:

"Grandfather, aren’t you angry?"

"Angry? Why would I be angry?

You lost to him because of a lack of strength, not because you refused to complete my task."

The grandfather walked over and gently patted Art’s head:

"As a grandfather, how could I be angry with my child?"

The grandfather looked at Art covered in wounds.

It seemed Art had gone through a fierce battle.

With so many wounds, it was clear he hadn’t yielded easily.

After all, if he were to yield, he would have done so long ago and wouldn’t have so many wounds.

Sadly, grandfather, I’ve already betrayed... Art was caught in internal conflict, asking:

"Grandfather, grandfather, what should I do next?

No matter what, I, I can’t possibly be his match."

More terrifying than the Water Elf’s Pain Whip was the overwhelming strength of Chen Qi.

The grandfather said:

"It’s simple, I’ll help you enhance your strength, won’t I?"

"Enhance strength!"

Art was extremely excited in his heart.

At the moment he heard those words, he forgot the purpose of this trip.

The old grandfather said:

"Come with me, I will have the Beast of Hundred Flowers grant you some brand new power."

In the distant manor, Chen Qi, Daphne, and Fen nodded.

The Goddess of Luck stood beside them, as things were developing in their anticipated direction.

The trio continued to watch.

Tick! Tock!

The old grandfather led Art all the way to the deepest part of the tunnel.

And as they progressed, more and more flowers appeared on the ground.

"What’s this?"

Art asked curiously.

The old grandfather answered.

"The Road of Hundred Flowers, a long time ago, this was the base of a legendary Hunter Group.

We’ve arrived."

Art followed the old grandfather, stopping in his tracks, looking up.

The old grandfather lightly snapped his fingers.

Before him appeared a gigantic cavern over two thousand meters high!

And ahead of him, a massive entrance filled with sharp teeth!

It was a colossal entrance reaching two thousand meters tall!

Even more terrifying, within that enormous entrance, flower-covered vines were continually spreading, thrusting into the entire rocky ground.

Art looked up, unable to describe his feelings.

The giant vine at the mouth of the entrance was a part of the Beast of Hundred Flowers!

With just a glance, he could feel the immense Spiritual Power beyond human comprehension.

At this moment, Art could truly feel the vines of the Beast of Hundred Flowers had already spread throughout the land of art.

In legends, the Beast of Hundred Flowers’ power is no falsehood!

Art took a deep breath, feeling that just staring at the Beast of Hundred Flowers would cause a terrifying Spiritual Power disturbance.

The old grandfather chuckled:

"Don’t be too surprised, this is the Holy Beast, or rather, the power of a god—"

He approached the Beast of Hundred Flowers, pressing a flower with his hand!

Crack!

Along with sticky blood, the old grandfather directly plucked a flower from the Beast of Hundred Flowers.

Then, he handed the blood-stained flower to Art:

"Take it, place the base of the flower into your heart, and you will gain unparalleled power..."

"Even Ivver won’t be able to defeat you."

Power surpassing Third Rank Ivver... Art looked at the blood-red flower in his hand, unable to stop trembling.

In the distant manor, Daphne kept making notes, recording the scene before her.

The Eye of Supervision could only transmit sound and vision, unable to convey Spiritual Power.

Yet, even so, Daphne still felt the overwhelming oppression of the Beast of Hundred Flowers.

"The entrance, the vines..."

Chen Qi looked at the scene before them.

The shape of that entrance could very likely be a Forbidden Rift, yet the body of the Beast of Hundred Flowers emerged from the entrance.

"Which means, part of the Beast of Hundred Flowers’ body is outside the ground, part outside the Crack..."

Chen Qi analyzed.

Currently, it seems the lower body of the Beast of Hundred Flowers is in the Crack.

"To kill the Beast of Hundred Flowers, must we enter the Crack?"

Chen Qi pondered.

"Hmm..."

Daphne nodded.

Just then, a curious voice came from behind:

"Wow, Little Black Fur, you all actually found a living demigod."

Chen Qi turned back.

Behind them were the Ice Witch, An, and Little Crow, returning from the bookstore with books.

Relying on An’s Fifth Rank Spirit Power Field, the guards didn’t stop them.

Chen Qi asked:

"Big White Fur, do you have any insights?"

Daphne’s gaze involuntarily fell on the Ice Witch.

The person before her directly referred to the Beast of Hundred Flowers as a demigod.

The Ice Witch bent forward, stroking her chin:

"Hmm..."

"Truly interesting, a demigod-level monster, like the rhizome of a plant, supporting this land!"

"What is this guy doing cultivating these flowers, is he trying to achieve a demigod level?"

The Ice Witch quietly watched the people on the screen.

The old grandfather smiled at Art, saying:

"What’s wrong, Art, still not taking action?"

"I..."

Art held the flower, blinking.

At that moment, the grandfather’s smile suddenly froze.

Crack!

A hand held Art’s slender neck!

He strode forward, the bloody eyes suddenly enlarging, expanding across the entire wall screen!

The entire eye in front of the crowd looked like a blood-eye of a giant beast!

A nearly roaring voice came from the other side of the screen:

"Which damn fool dares to spy on the Golden Canary Family’s sanctuary!?"