Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1148: Toward the Night Banquet

The world of primordial chaos was far larger than the third realm could conceivably accommodate.

Yang Ze frowned. "There seems to be something amiss with the nature of space in this world."

Fang Yi chuckled. "The whole world seems problematic to me!"

Nightdemon joined in the laughter. "Yang Ze, you've found the crux of the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"The world of primordial chaos isn't located in the same spatial dimension as the three thousand worlds of the third realm."

"Like the relationship between an upper realm and a lower realm?"

Like the second and third realms, for example.

Nightdemon shook his head. "Not quite. Space is separated into layers. As far as I can tell, there can be a maximum of twenty-four layers, and the three thousand worlds are located on the first layer. When you teleport, you access the second layer of space. In general, entities on the level of superior kings can only access the first three layers."

Zhang Lie asked, "Which layer of space are we in?"

"The eighteenth layer,"

Nightdemon replied. "Follow me. The banquet isn't located here, but by the time we reach the eighteenth layer, it's very difficult to perform any sort of spatial teleportation. We'll have to fly over."

That white coat, stained by blood, slowly turned a dark-red color.

The red of Nightdemon's coat deepened and darkened until it was almost black. Then, it flashed and opened wide, transforming into a pair of bat's wings.

The black wings wrapped around Nightdemon as he took to the sky. When they unfurled again, he had morphed into a gigantic bat with a brilliant white smile the shape of a crescent moon, as though he were mocking the entire world. A fiery-red eye widened, then split into three. Everyone nearby felt a deathly sense of fear.

Nightdemon, in his bat form, spoke up, "Get on."

Zhang Lie laughed as he leapt onto the bat's back. "I must be the first person in the third realm to have ridden the king of chaos."

Nightdemon replied, "You're not mistaken. I've never allowed anyone to ride on me, but this is an exception—after all, this is the final night banquet."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Lie asked.

Nightdemon didn't respond. With a flap of his wings, he glided through space.

The entire world seemed to be distorted in this eighteenth layer of space. Tentacles and mouths grew out of rocks, black trees uprooted themselves and began to walk, and all sorts of distorted lifeforms were within sight...

Yang Ze commented, "As expected of the eighteenth layer of space... the life here is far different from what we're used to."

Everyone had grown used to seeing all sorts of strange lifeforms in every world they visited, but none could compare to the world of primordial chaos.

Sun Xiaowu marveled, "These unusual living conditions and the lack of natural laws have birthed variants of biological life..."

Nightdemon shrugged. "The eighteenth layer of space originally had no life whatsoever, and wasn't suited for life, either. The reason the world of primordial chaos ended up this way is as a result of my experiments. Actually, I destroyed the world of primordial chaos during an experiment, so I'm a superior king only in name."

Nightdemon's voice was calm, as though he hadn't just revealed a major secret.

He glanced at them all quizzically. "Why do you all look so surprised?"

Zhang Lie replied, "I always thought that you were the strongest superior king, but you're no superior king at all!"

The members of Team Zenith were flabbergasted.

Nightdemon replied, "Well, I'm still the strongest."

.

That... was true.

With the king of chaos' strength, trying to establish a new superior world wasn't a particularly difficult feat—it was as easily within reach as eating food or going to the bathroom. However, the king of chaos didn't do so—likely because he was planning for something more instead.

Zhang Lie asked, "In that case, it's been a long time since you last destroyed a newly evolved superior world?"

Nightdemon smiled wryly. "Do you think I need to?"

"What happened to the newly evolved superior worlds in your jurisdiction, then?"

Nightdemon rolled his eyes. "Do you really think it's that easy for superior worlds to form? There are only a few worlds that ever make it that far—the fact that we've witnessed three newly evolved superior worlds within the span of a decade is already a new record in the entire history of the third realm."

"But surely you've had at least one form during your tenure as superior king?"

"Yes," Nightdemon replied, "but I took the king of the realm away."

"What?"

Nightdemon suddenly raised his head. "We're here."

Everyone looked toward the depths of the darkness to see a palace floating through the ether, pitch-black and barely able to be distinguished from the surrounding darkness.

Nightdemon stopped before the entrance to the palace and returned to his usual appearance wearing a lab coat.

Zhang Lie asked, "Are you going to participate in this banquet too?"

Nightdemon shook his head. "As a clone, I won't be participating."

Nightdemon led them through a long, twisting corridor into a huge central hall, where several unusual guests had already gathered.

One was a cloud of barely discernible smoke, another a set of green flames, a third an alien composed of countless types of metal ore...

All sorts of strange and wondrous existences, like models in a fashion show, were present. As Nightdemon led Team Zenith into the hall, everyone turned to look at them.

Yang Ze exhaled, "It's like a costume party."

Fang Yi commented, "I should have worn something fancier. How are we going to participate like this?"

Nightdemon rolled his eyes. "To them, you're already interesting enough. You might as well be apes dressed in fancy attire."

Yang Ze scowled. "I feel as though I've been insulted."

Sun Xiaowu nudged Nightdemon. "Don't think that we won't beat you up just because you're one of the king of chaos' clones."

Zhagn Lie sighed. "Nightdemon's words might be blunt, but they're not wrong. To us, they might look like aliens, but to them, we're the aliens instead."

Green flames erupted from one of the creatures like a volcano. Rather than illuminate its surroundings, however, that flame gave off no heat or warmth. All they could sense from it was death and decay.

Death and decay, disorder and chaos—the flames were causing the ceiling of the great hall to degrade. The flames burned toward them.

Yang Ze frowned. "It looks like we're unwelcome."

The members of Team Zenith prepared to fight, but the green flames stopped just short of the hunters.

The flames morphed into a face. "You must be the honored guests of the king of chaos."

Zhang Lie stepped forward. "That's right."

The flaming face smiled. "Welcome, welcome. We were very curious just what the new guests would be like."

Upon realizing that the green flames harbored neither enmity nor killing intent, the hunters warily stepped forward.

The flames introduced themselves, "Hello, I'm Tulzscha, the Green Flame."