Chapter 155: Red Boy's Fury - Seeking Subscriptions

It is a fact that Tang Youyou’s divine powers had increased tremendously, and the pork butcher had to admit it even though he was green with envy. However, this defied all logic, didn't it?

It was only natural for the butcher to have his doubts.

When fellows like him achieved a leap in advancement, there was a logical basis for it. At the very least, guys like him had divine-grade Brahma crystals stacked up in piles, right? Could Tang Youyou possibly possess resources even more heaven-defying than his?

The problem was, according to the information transmitted to him by the orange-robed baby at the very moment it assassinated Tang Youyou’s divine sense, Tang Youyou’s primordial spirit had been completely obliterated. How was it that upon returning, not only was her primordial spirit perfectly fine, but her cultivation realm had even made a monumental leap?

The butcher vaguely felt that something was amiss here.

What kind of cultivation technique could allow a vanished divine sense to reappear?

What kind of resources could elevate a person by so many realms in just a few short days?

It defied reason, didn't it?

If that were truly the case, people across all the major worlds would no longer need to cultivate or seek enlightenment. They could simply hunt down heaven-defying treasures, refine them, and instantly attain the status of True Immortals, True Monarchs, Cave Lords, and Sect Masters.

It made no sense!

Yet, this illogical event had actually occurred. If you couldn't figure it out, it simply meant the butcher’s brain was slow; you couldn't blame Tang Youyou.

Now that Tang Youyou was attempting to flee, the butcher no longer had the time to ponder.

Keep that wretch here!

Thus, Tuzhe communicated with the crimson-robed baby through his divine sense, saying, "You doomed brat, get your ass out here right now!"

At that moment, the crimson baby was having the time of his life inside the Alaya-vijnana.

He was chiseling massive amounts of Heavenly God soul crystals off the spatial walls of the Alaya-vijnana. These crystals transformed into a crystalline mist that sealed every single crack in the divine sense space seamlessly.

In fact, the cracks in the Alaya-vijnana spatial wall—caused by Erlang Shen’s shockwaves—had already been repaired. However, the crimson baby had discovered that the crystalline mist scraped from the soul crystals could be eaten directly as food. Furthermore, after consuming it, his body continuously generated flesh and blood, further manifesting a trend where his primordial spirit was taking on a physical form. This excited the crimson baby immensely, making him completely indifferent to the commotion outside.

Upon hearing his old man's summons, the crimson baby complained reluctantly, "What is it? What is it? Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Tuzhe threatened, "That wretch who's trying to run away is about to snatch your mother. Go ahead and stay busy then; I'll just drag your mother out and give her to Tang Youyou."

Upon hearing this, the crimson baby panicked and shouted, "Dad, don't! I'm coming—"

Tang Youyou was indeed beginning to feel deeply vexed at that moment.

The barrage of lightning from the Daoyuan Thunder God had not yet ceased when another Thunder God made a grand entrance.

This Thunder God was smaller in stature, densely covered in golden scales, yet possessed a colossal head. Ninety percent of that huge head consisted of a vast mouth.

When this mouth opened, boundless yang thunder spewed forth, sounding like roaring waves. Sound and light ripples shaped like physical waves oscillated and diffused in all directions, causing time to become disordered and space to fold. Countless large and small spaces immediately emitted cracking sounds as if they were about to shatter.

This sound, mixed with thunderous sonic and light waves, struck directly at the depths of people's minds, causing souls to be unmoored, primordial spirits to churn, thoughts to become chaotic, and the entire body to go numb.

Tang Youyou's divine sense already bore chronic injuries of many years. Having just been battered by the Daoyuan Thunder God’s lightning until his head ached as if it were about to split, he was now subjected to this assault on his primordial spirit. It was truly adding frost to snow, making his desire to escape even stronger.

However, the Zhengxin Thunder, Qingxu Thunder, Taihuang Thunder, and Daoyuan Thunder God that had already appeared were by no means idle.

The Qingxu Thunder continuously poured torrential rain, resembling tribulation water, into the void's ocean with cracking sounds, stirring up tsunami-like noises and sending giant waves soaring into the sky. Wall-like mountain peaks of tidal surges rolled toward Tang Youyou and Tuzhe with a terrifying momentum.

Meanwhile, the Taihuang Thunder smashed into the boundless sea water, spawning bizarre creatures that roared as they swarmed toward the pair. Among these strange creatures were flying fish with wings; electric eels spitting lightning; mermen riding sea sharks... Ten thousand types of bizarre sea clans charged in wildly, bristling with weapons. Even if one could manage to fend them off, that defense was undeniably exhausting.

Tang Youyou waved his hand to cast a defensive barrier around himself, continuously channeling true qi into it to make the barrier as hard as steel, letting countless attacks smash against it with a flurry of clanging noises. Then, he took a step forward, intending to make his escape.

As for Tuzhe, he directly unleashed the Alaya divine sense domain he had never used before, standing within the domain and letting the violent onslaught crash into him.

At this moment, the crimson baby was frightened by Tuzhe's threat. He immediately dropped the task at hand, flashed with light, and flew out from his old man's spiritual platform. His tiny body stood atop Tuzhe's head, glaring angrily around him, completely disregarding the heavenly tribulation raging everywhere.

After a brief scan, he spotted Tang Youyou, who had taken a step and was preparing to flee. The crimson baby's body immediately flashed, and he appeared directly in Tang Youyou's path, blocking his way forward.

*What the hell—*

Tang Youyou clutched his cheek as if he had a toothache and let out a groan.

*What the hell? Why did a primordial spirit baby show up out of nowhere? And how can a primordial spirit this tiny already be capable of fighting?*

Tang Youyou had no idea that the crimson baby was actually a divine sense primordial spirit nurtured within Tuzhe's Alaya-vijnana, which was completely different from the primordial spirits cultivated by ordinary practitioners.

The primordial spirits cultivated by ordinary practitioners followed a strict set of procedures.

Practitioners had to first cultivate a golden core, which then transformed into a nascent soul, and only after surviving the heavenly tribulation would it transform into a primordial spirit.

In essence, this orthodox primordial spirit was formed through the condensation and transformation of true qi. Once their cultivation realm reached a certain height, practitioners could use their primordial spirit as a template and core to cultivate avatars.

Of course, cultivating an avatar was no easy feat; ordinary Celestial Venerables probably couldn't pull it off. Take True Monarch Erlang, for instance—he possessed a primordial spirit, but he attained the Dao through physical might and mastered countless marvelous techniques, so his primordial spirit merely served as a backup. He had never intended to transform it into an avatar.

Did the True Monarch's seventy-two transformations require the assistance of a primordial spirit?

Tuzhe's primordial spirit was entirely different. It was a heaven-defying existence born within the Alaya-vijnana space. Forget ordinary practitioners; even someone as knowledgeable and experienced as Erlang Shen would likely mistake the crimson baby for an ordinary primordial spirit.

Therefore, facing a primordial spirit baby that dared to block his path, it was only natural for Tang Youyou to be astonished.

The crimson baby didn't care whether Tang Youyou was astonished or bewildered; the kid was in a foul mood right now.

*Damn it, I'm busy over here. Can you people not settle down for even a second?*

*If you don't cooperate, my old man is going to hand over my mother. Although that mother isn't my biological mother, she's still a mother nonetheless, right?*

With that, the crimson baby akimboed his hands and roared, "Tang Youyou, are you done yet? Stay put and wait for my old man to capture you! Otherwise, in my anger, this young master might just mess you up—"

Tang Youyou was practically driven mad with anger.

*Oh, I should just wait around for your old man to capture me? Am I out of my mind?*

*Huh? Your old man? Who the hell is your old man?*

Tang Youyou looked at the crimson baby in confusion, wondering how a primordial spirit could have a father. Weren't primordial spirits cultivated? Could they actually be born through childbirth?

His hesitation made the crimson baby assume he was unwilling to comply.

Thus, the crimson baby flew into a rage.

With a flip of his hand, a tiny, inch-long blade appeared in his palm. Completely ignoring the boundless heavenly tribulation—disregarding the raging lightning, the impact of the tribulation waters, the swarming sea monsters, and the jarring vibrations of thunder and light waves—he cast the Mana Blade without a second thought and slashed it across the void.

With this single, simple slash, Tang Youyou watched as his defensive barrier shattered like rotten wood, and an invisible blade intent sliced directly into his sea of consciousness.

Instantly, Tang Youyou let out a miserable scream and clutched his head.