Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1714 - 703: The Eerie Letter from the Heavenly God Battlefield!

It is therefore understandable that the human faction has maintained its endurance for decades and achieved its current advantageous position, largely thanks to Li Feng's substantial contributions.

Although Zhi Yan Heavenly King harbored no affection for the 'West God King,' humanity had, over the years, benefited from some consideration from him, all facilitated by Li Feng.

Furthermore, swayed by humanity's straightforward ethics and morals, upon witnessing Li Feng's joy at the 'West God King's' demise, she harbored but a single thought: Such filial devotion... is lethal....

Yet, for years, she had consistently kept Li Feng's origins a secret. Now, speaking out was inconvenient, forcing her to suppress her emotions.

Following Li Feng's explanation, Zhi Yan Heavenly King gradually regained her composure.

She cast a meaningful glance at Li Feng before stating, "As Qiu Tu now leads the human camp, the Second Sanctuary ought to rightfully defer to him."

"However, I still need to consult the other Heavenly Kings regarding their positions."

"The unification of the 'Western Kingdom' presents a similar situation."

"In principle, I endorse this initiative, but discussions with the other Heavenly Kings are necessary."

Despite her impatience, Li Feng recognized the gravity of the matter and could only nod in assent.

Mother and daughter naturally bore a strong resemblance. Moreover, as high-ranking Cataclysmics, they maintained their youthful appearances, making them look like sisters.

However, Li Feng possessed a more spirited and fiery disposition, while Zhi Yan Heavenly King exuded gentle maturity.

After a brief conversation within the chamber, Li Feng eventually rose to depart from her mother.

Once Li Feng had left, Zhi Yan Heavenly King did not immediately reach out to the other Heavenly Kings.

She approached her bedside, her mature, beautiful face devoid of expression. Standing with her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze was enigmatic, at times reflecting Qiu Tu's visage, and at others, the West God King's.

After a pause, as if struck by a sudden thought, she extended her hand gently. In the ensuing moment, a rather antique-looking fire stick, adorned with ornate engravings, materialized in her grasp.

She lifted the fire stick, examining it briefly before uncapping it.

Within the fire stick rested a Fire Seed. Her eyes flickered subtly as she exhaled softly towards the Fire Seed.

Instantly, a flame erupted from the fire stick, bathing the room in light.

Amidst the flame, a human silhouette flickered, appearing as though it might emerge from the fire at any second.

Observing the phantom within the flame, a trace of astonishment slowly surfaced on Zhi Yan's previously impassive countenance.

This 'fire stick' had been bequeathed to her by the West God King, possessing a simple yet potent capability: direct, soul-level communication with him, irrespective of distance or intervening barriers.

It was understood that as long as the West God King drew breath, Zhi Yan could converse with him unimpeded.

But herein lay the conundrum... the West God King was deceased! Why, then, could this fire stick still ignite? And why did it still harbor the West God King's silhouette?

Pondering this, Zhi Yan's gaze darted continuously, and a daring hypothesis began to form in her mind.

'Could it be... the West God King is not truly dead?'

'This... how is such a thing conceivable.'

For a fleeting instant, Zhi Yan Heavenly King's brow knitted in profound concentration...

...

Concurrently, within the Western Kingdom, amidst the Mandala Desert.

A colossal turtle, its size rivaling that of a mountain, lay prone upon the earth, drenched in blood.

Were Zhao Ji present, she would recognize this as the 'Heavenly Communicator' from whom she had once acquired intelligence, trading it for a limb of an Eighth Tier Evil God.

And at this very moment, Tian Qi... or rather, the West God King, stood atop the head of this immense 'Heavenly Communicator,' his arms outstretched, eyes closed, reveling in the absorption of its power.

As an immense torrent of pure Cataclysmic Power coursed into his being, the West God King's aura intensified progressively...

Thus, after several hours of absorption, having thoroughly depleted the 'Heavenly Communicator' turtle, the West God King gestured dismissively. The carcass of the 'Heavenly Communicator' disintegrated into fragments, its shell also shattering into shards.

Witnessing this, the West God King offered a smile and commenced preparations for a ritual utilizing the 'Heavenly Communicator's' remains.

He continued his intricate work for an indeterminate duration. As evening approached and the artificial sun began its slow descent behind the mountains, a violent spatial distortion occurred, and the surrounding Cataclysmic Power within the Mandala Desert churned as if a drop of water had hit a searing pan.

A colossal surge of Cataclysmic Power began to cascade uncontrollably around the Mandala Desert, enveloping the sky and the earth as a tempest of yellow sand swept across the landscape.In the heart of the desolate Mandala Desert, a cataclysmic event unfolded as the terrain fissured inwards, rapidly expanding into a chasm rivaling the size of a grand stadium. Unending streams of golden sand cascaded down the newly formed pit's precipice. The "World Channel"... was undeniably open! Witnessing this spectacle, the West God King's lips curled into a wicked smile. For centuries, the Four Divine Kings had grappled with the limitations of their Pseudo-God King status, relentlessly pursuing alternative paths to greater power. Beyond the Northern God King, whose perceived frailty and preoccupation with Doris left him unprepared, progress was evident in the rest. The Southern God King, Bai Yi, embarked on a "Rebirth and Re-cultivation" journey, retracing the footsteps of a legendary Divine King. Longchuan Ying pursued the "Way of All Things," a path of myriad transformations, symbolizing the gathering of sand into an unyielding tower. And the West God King embraced his unique... Erosion Path. His core belief resonated: a single kill marked a thief, ten a brigand, but ten thousand crowned a sovereign. The very essence of their Pseudo-God King titles, he surmised, stemmed from the inadequacy of their dominion!