SEC Chapter 231 The Essence of Purgatory, The Prisoner of Time
Chapter 231 The Essence of Purgatory, The Prisoner of Time
Chapter 231 The Essence of Purgatory, The Prisoner of Time
Offer the severed head of a human genius to the gods who suffered for the entire race!
This is a tradition that the Bhamo people have developed over countless years.
Now that a new head has been obtained, the elders naturally organize a sacrifice to appease the suffering gods.
"Let's go."
With ten strong warriors by his side, the elder left behind only a few strong domain lord warriors, aging world lord warriors, and young universe-level clansmen in the village, and embarked on the journey to the "Holy Land".
However, what they didn't know was that a pair of cold eyes were silently watching them.
"It seems they took away the strongest and most capable members of this tribe, and even displayed my head on a high platform, like some kind of sacrificial offering?"
"What's going on?"
Ye Yang felt disgusted, but his "Divine Speed Garment" was only a rudimentary version and he couldn't unleash the laws when activated, so he probably couldn't defeat this group of domain lords and realm masters.
After watching the group leave, Ye Yang began to observe the villages in the distance.
"Judging from the fluctuations of the Swiftness Garment, there are 3 World Lords, 8 Domain Lords, and 9 Universe-level beings."
"In this environment, no one would willingly refrain from using the Speed Suit to the maximum extent to slow down physical aging, right?"
"That means they're tired of living—"
Looking at the nine alien creatures dressed in smaller-than-life silver clothes playing and running around in the village, Ye Yang understood why these alien creatures wanted to stay in this hellish place that wasted their lifespan.
"Only in this place can a large number of Silverwings survive, and as producers, Silverwings can provide an ample food source."
"Furthermore, the Silver Wing Oyster rapidly cycles through life and death, quickly forming deposits on the ground. This deposit layer acts like a rapidly regenerating layer of soil, which can inhibit the infiltration of death energy."
Ye Yang grabbed a handful of the ground; it was full of Silverwing corpses, incredibly thick. Under his psychic scan, the thickness of the piled-up ground was so great that it couldn't even be seen to the end.
Unlike the rocks and soil outside that have existed for countless years, which are filled with a strange death energy that inhibits the reproduction of living things, this place is not filled with such energy.
"So only here can they reproduce normally. As for why adult aliens have been living here, we'll have to capture an adult alien to find out."
Ye Yang kept observing the situation inside the village from a distance, and had already made a plan in his mind.
"Wanlins, there's something strange over there!"
A cosmic-level Yama who had run off to play alone and then quickly returned spoke to two Yama who were patrolling together near the village.
He pointed in a direction.
"We still have to patrol," said Wanlins of the Bama tribe, frowning.
"That thing is really strange! There's also a footprint like this next to it—" The cosmic-level Bamo tribe drew a large Viking footprint on the ground.
"The Vikings?" Wanlins's expression changed drastically. This was one of only two powerful races in the Silver World besides their own Bama clan that could produce armor with ten thousand times the silver color!
"While our tribal elders were away performing a sacrificial ceremony, the Vikings appeared near our village. What are they up to?"
Wanlins looked shocked and angry, and quickly said to his companion, "Go back to the village and tell the others to call back all the clansmen who are still outside the village."
"I'll go take a look next to that footprint."
His companion nodded and said solemnly, "Be careful."
"I will."
Wanlins moved forward in the direction pointed out by the cosmic-level Bamo race member, filled with immense worry.
They stopped near a rocky hill. "Why did we stop here? Is this the place?" Wanlins asked, puzzled.
But then the child who had brought her there gave a strange smile, switched to silver clothing, and suddenly sped away.
"Hey! What are you doing—"
Before he could finish speaking, a powerful mental force swept over and directly entered Wanlins's sea of consciousness.
Not long after—
"Master." The two alien races, one large and one small, knelt before Ye Yang.
Ye Yang looked at the adult alien race members, who were at the Domain Lord level.
Although Ye Yang's level is higher than that of his current clone, his consciousness strength, willpower, and mental state are comparable to those of a realm lord, and his superb illusion techniques make it not difficult for him to enslave the other party.
"What's your name?"
"Master, my name is Wanlins."
"Alright, Wanlins, now tell me about the general situation of your tribe," Ye Yang ordered.
Soon, Ye Yang gained a basic understanding of this world.
This world, formed by the combined power of countless silver wings and accelerated ten thousand times, is called the "Silver World" by the dozen or so races that live here.
Yes, ethnic groups. Ye Yang confirmed repeatedly that these dozen or so races all called themselves "ethnic groups".
According to their own legends, these dozen or so tribes were once extremely powerful, but only the elders of each tribe probably know exactly how powerful they were.
The "Elders" are a system that arose in the cruel environment of the Silver World. They are individuals who hold the ultimate wisdom of a group—how much wisdom they can inherit is unknown.
In short, the "elder" can guide these alien races to survive in this place, and all the people must help the elder to maintain the highest deceleration state.
The silver armor of the Bama tribe can slow down enemies by up to 10,000 times. Therefore, all Bama tribe members take turns providing energy to the elders to maintain the 10,000-fold slowdown for a certain period of time!
In other words, even in the Silver World, the Elder can maintain the same flow of time as outside the Abyss of Purgatory!
Other realm lords can normally maintain a 100-fold time slowdown and live for 1000 years in the Silver World. But the Elder could live for 10 million years, but that was a long time ago. After a tragic event 80 years ago, the Bama tribe was severely damaged, and its population plummeted, making it impossible to maintain this system.
The elderly can now only maintain a 1000-fold reduction in speed, and their maximum lifespan is only 100 million years.
It is worth mentioning that the environment of the Silver World was formed by the superposition of the power of countless Silverwing Oysters.
It can only accelerate consciousness by a maximum of 10 times.
The silver armor, which Ye Yang called the "Divine Speed Armor," also utilized the Silver Wing Oyster's innate secret technique.
Therefore, the maximum acceleration or deceleration is 10 times.
The effects on consciousness cannot be superimposed in the same direction, but they can cancel each other out. Therefore, in the silver world, the speed is reduced by 1 times, and the time flow of both the body and consciousness is the same as that of the outside world.
"Since living in the Silver World takes so much to your lifespan, why don't you leave the Silver World after you've reproduced?"
"The food problem can also be solved by sending people to collect Silverwing Insectoids near the Silver World, right?"
Ye Yang voiced his doubts.
The Bama, a type of cosmic life form, cannot adapt to lands filled with death energy like other strange life forms outside, and cannot reproduce normally outside.
But they could just come in when they need to, right?
Wanlins replied respectfully, "Master, that's right."
"There are two most important reasons. First, even without the influence of the death aura from the outside world, it is very difficult for our Bamo tribe to reproduce. It may take two Bamo tribes thousands of years to conceive a single offspring, and the mother will also suffer great damage to her vitality."
"If she leaves the Silver World at this time and is invaded by death energy, my mother may never be able to have children again in this lifetime."
"So in order to restore the population as much as possible, we must have more children! The chances of getting pregnant are too small, so we must stay longer and sacrifice our lifespan."
Ye Yang was taken aback, then nodded thoughtfully.
These alien races here are very hostile to humans. It seems they must have done something to be considered an enemy by the human race, and were captured and thrown into this desolate place.
Therefore, before throwing them in, the human leadership would definitely consider the reproductive capabilities of these alien races. If their reproductive capabilities are too strong, or even unaffected by death energy, then they certainly wouldn't be thrown in.
There will be a screening process before that.
Therefore, these dozen or so races in the Silver World had no choice but to stay here because of the matter of reproduction.
"And what's the second reason?" Ye Yang asked again.
Wanlins replied, "I'm not too sure about the second reason either, since it happened 80 years ago or even longer, and I wouldn't have lived to that time."
"But the elders told us that if we only send a few members of our clan away from the Silver World from time to time, it won't have any impact."
But if we all move to live outside, it will bring terrible disaster!
"It is said that our tribe was severely damaged 80 years ago because the elders at that time were dissatisfied with the status quo and wanted to do what you just said, to move the tribe members who did not need to reproduce to the outside world, and let the tribe members who needed to reproduce and their children stay in the Silver World."
"So we, the Bhamo tribe and the Vikin tribe, joined forces and moved outside."
"But the result was terrible; most people died. I can't imagine what a disaster it was—"
"The Vikings turned against us and moved to the other side of the Silver World."
Ye Yang nodded; he roughly understood.
It seems that the so-called "Silver World" is essentially a cage that uses time to torment a race, and the Bama race, along with the so-called Vikin race and more than a dozen other races, are prisoners in this cage.
Under the immense power of time, they all perished!
Even the Bamo and Vikin tribes, who had mastered the "Ten Thousand Times Silver Robe," couldn't resist wanting to move out, but ended up suffering a huge blow and never recovered.
What about those groups who only possess a thousand times or even a hundred times the silver armor?
It would probably be even more tragic, wouldn't it?
It's laughable and pathetic to think that a cosmic-level being can only live for 100 years, a domain lord can only live for 1000 years, and a world lord can only live for 1 years.
Such a short lifespan is simply insufficient for an individual of a brilliant civilization to inherit that brilliance, and degeneration is inevitable.
"Fine, I understand. Your 'elder' dares to use my head as a sacrifice to the 'gods'?" Ye Yang narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"They all deserve to die!" Wanlins, now a soul slave, said with righteous indignation.
"Go back and tell the others, that way—"
Ye Yang began to issue orders.
Not long after, the 18 Bamo tribe members gathered in the village were greeted by Wanlins and a small Bamo tribe member of cosmic level who was being carried.
"How is it?" asked an elderly lord of the Bamo clan.
"It's alright, it's all fake. This kid dared to lie to me. It seems he has no idea how serious this matter is! This is no joke!" Wanlins looked angrily at the cosmic-level Bamo race being carried by one of the eight arms.
"Mmm~ I'll never do it again." The child quickly begged for forgiveness.
The members of the Bamo tribe looked at each other, never expecting such an outcome.
"Sigh, it's good that you're alright." The aged world lord breathed a sigh of relief.
After everyone dispersed, the village lord who was temporarily managing the village in place of the elder became cautious and called upon a young and strong Bamo clan lord to go on patrol with him.
"This is too much! The mistake you made cannot be forgiven by begging for mercy—" A group of cosmic-level Bamo races surrounded the little Bamo race that Wanlins had put down.
However, just as the village was beginning to relax, Wanlins, who had just returned, quietly sped up and left the village.
The aged Bama clan lord, for some reason, wasn't patrolling outside and quietly followed Wanlins.