Age of Evolution#

Chapter 1231: Chapter 1234: Conversation of Two Drops of Liquid_1 Chapter 1231: Chapter 1234: Conversation of Two Drops of Liquid_1 Atop the Five-Colored Divine Mountain, with the passing of the years, dust gradually settled.

Only dust could dwell on its surface, for the density of the divine mountain was so immense that no plant life could ever take root and sprout here.

Even a trace of moss would never appear on the divine mountain.

Below the gloomy subterranean abyss, only a dense geocentric qi lingered, making the Divine Mountain ever more stable.

A unique Domain Armament had merged with the divine mountain.

The gravitational domain and the divine mountain, through years of fusion with the geocentric qi, had become inseparable, forming an extraordinarily powerful Domain Armament.

Regrettably, this armament had lost its master.

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Neither Lusman nor the God could possibly claim this Domain Armament as their own, as they no longer had such capabilities.

Any life beneath the Divine Mountain, if it existed, might eternally slumber there.

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At the base of the divine mountain, this place joined with the eternal permafrost of the subterranean abyss, the two were almost seamless.

Yet underneath the mountain, a glimmer of life stubbornly persisted.

This was Lin Zhen, formerly the audacious Ghost Face King, now pitifully crushed under the Divine Mountain.

Lin Zhen did not die, for multiple reasons.

Firstly, Lin Zhen’s formidable defense had saved him from this calamity.

Besides his defensive power, another critical reason was that another person helped him share the damage when attacked by the Eight Great Hammers and being suppressed by the Divine Mountain.

This person was the Lord of Hatred.

As the saying goes, “When the heavens fall, there will be tall people to support it,” the “tall” could refer to height or ability.

Lin Zhen firmly grasped the Lord of Hatred, who couldn’t leave because his power was stronger, so when the Divine Mountain struck, the Lord of Hatred suffered the brunt of the pressure.

As such, it ironically spared Lin Zhen’s life.

His body was essentially shattered under such intense pressure, but his soul, therefore, managed to hold on.

The Primordial Chaos Armor, being a top-quality armament, had warped under the extreme pressure of the Divine Mountain but it granted Lin Zhen a small crevice, preventing his body from completely shattering, leaving some flesh and blood inside the armor.

However, due to the tremendous pressure between the Divine Mountain and the ground, his body could not recover in such a confined space, so Lin Zhen was virtually existing in a spiritual form, his body temporarily unable to regenerate.

At the beginning of the Divine Mountain’s suppression, the Lord of Hatred at Lin Zhen’s side had resisted fiercely.

With great power comes great responsibility.

The Lord of Hatred appeared with full confidence, thinking he could take advantage of the situation, but he was tragically tricked by Lin Zhen and completely fell into this trap.

He was unwilling to give in, believing he still had the power to resist.

But to his surprise, the God and others once again added a high-grade Domain Armament.

The weight of the divine mountain, comparable to a star system, multiplied several times over, directly crushing the struggling Lord of Hatred.

His body had entirely shattered, just next to Lin Zhen, with only a trace of blood trickling down.

The space here was only enough to accommodate a little blood.

This was true for the Lord of Hatred, and it was also true for Lin Zhen.

Neither of them had died, but neither could they truly revive.

They could only exist in the form of fresh blood, each glaring at the other with animosity but unable to do anything about their opponent.

Lin Zhen had taken the Sovereign Liquid, which should have caused a period of weakness, but now his body can’t recover, whether he is weak or not doesn’t matter anymore.

At the beginning stage of entering the Divine Mountain, the Lord of Hatred mercilessly mocked Lin Zhen.

“Little bastard, how do you feel now?

Efforts wasted, huh?

You thought that swallowing the Sovereign Liquid could kill me, but look at me, I am still alive.

Now, you’re just a drop of blood.

What can you do to me?”

In response to the Lord of Hatred’s taunts, Lin Zhen sneered.

“How laughable!

You are just a pathetic liquid and you still have the audacity to make fun of me?

You thought you were something powerful when you came out, but in the face of advantages you still end up being used by me.

If you can’t go out, do you think you can?

If I were you, I’d just evaporate against a wall to save face.”

The proud and arrogant Lord of Hatred was furious: “You are really courting death.

Even at this stage, you dare to provoke me.

Wait till the other Lords of the Abyss come, then it will be my time to break free, at that time…..”

“Oh, stop dreaming.

If I’m not mistaken, the other Lords of the Abyss can only sense you when you are truly dead.

Right now, you’re still alive, they wouldn’t be able to sense you.

This place is deserted, outside dimensional universe can’t receive any signals at all.

Just be prepared to enjoy the scenery here for a trillion years.”

The Lord of Hatred was no fool.

He could understand what Lin Zhen was implying.

Lin Zhen’s sarcastic remarks had him fuming.

“You, a God King, don’t you think such words are demeaning?”

“Ha, what a coincidence.

Let me tell you, I am actually just a Middle-Level God, haven’t even reached the God Realm yet, let alone being a God King!

How is that?

Surprised to be pushed to this state by a Middle-Level God like me?

Happy or surprised?”

Upon hearing Lin Zhen’s words, the Lord of Hatred was taken aback, then he raged like a madman.

If he had fought to this level with a powerful God King, he might have accepted it.

But being almost killed by a Middle-Level God, how could the Lord of Hatred accept that?

He roared, wanting to curse at Lin Zhen.

Even though his strength greatly surpassed Lin Zhen, when it came to cursing, the villainous, insolent Lin Zhen wasn’t someone ten Lords of Hatred could handle.

Having been immersed in five thousand years of civilization and having been reincarnated once, Lin Zhen’s grasp of language far surpassed that of the Lord of Hatred, who spent his days in the abyss, barely ever seeing the sun.

In his past life, Lin Zhen had come across a type of rhythmical shouting called “shouting wheat”.

Bored, he had watched it.

Having an excellent memory, he could still remember those lyrics and could recite them non-stop for three days and nights without any repetition.

Since he was free anyway, Lin Zhen would spray a barrage of words at the Lord of Hatred whenever he had nothing to do.

Some of what he said the Lord of Hatred could understand, others not so much.

But having lived for so many years, his comprehension was quite good.

He could tell when Lin Zhen was swearing at him.

He wanted to retort, but his poor vocabulary couldn’t form any decent counterattack.

Often, when Lin Zhen had finished a tirade leaving him red-faced and flustered, he found himself involuntarily trying to understand the meaning behind Lin Zhen’s words and getting angry all over again whenever he did.

Of course, his anger was completely useless.

Their conversation was mediated by Spiritual Power.

Even though Lin Zhen’s Sun, Moon, and Star Rings were almost embedded in mud, he could still use his Spiritual Power to keep on taunting him.

The Lord of Hatred’s spiritual power wasn’t stronger than Lin Zhen’s and his retort was weak.

Lin Zhen’s tirades droned like an annoying fly in his Spiritual Consciousness Sea, nearly driving him insane.

He couldn’t possibly cultivate in this state, so in the end, he simply shut down his Spiritual Consciousness Sea.

He would rather play dumb than exchange even a single word with Lin Zhen.

With no one coming to rescue him, he was near despair.

All he could do was wait here for the day he could see daylight again.