Chapter 242: True Purpose

Chapter 242: True Purpose

Inside the castle, powerful enemies still stood guard. Zhanyue and the Desert Worm Clan member bypassed the guards, heading straight for the depths of the castle. Thanks to the worm’s thorough preparation, at least the outer areas were well-explored.

“Beyond here is the area previously guarded by the disaster beast. It should be where our Clan’s matriarch is imprisoned. I’ve never reached that place before,” the Desert Worm Clan member said.

“Doesn’t your matriarch have the ability to burrow underground?” Zhanyue asked, puzzled. The sand worm before him could burrow, so how could the strongest of their Clan not have this innate ability?

“No, that’s why we need your help to rescue the matriarch from above ground,” the worm explained. “Although we present ourselves as a single race to outsiders, in reality, the Desert Worm Clan is an alliance of insect Clans. Insect Clans typically have vast power disparities, but each Clan’s overall strength is limited. Without an alliance, it’s hard to establish a foothold. Our Desert Worm Clan is an alliance of all insect Clans in this desert, and the matriarch, as the leader of this alliance, is the most powerful existence.”

“I see. Now that the disaster beast has left, you can’t use your burrowing ability.”

“Yes, so I’ll have to rely on you, Young Master Zhanyue,” the worm said before burrowing back underground.

Zhanyue smiled, thinking this big worm was quite polite. Then, he stealthily moved deeper into the castle, avoiding all unnecessary battles.

There weren’t many guards inside the castle, perhaps because the Sand Dune King was very confident in his own strength and that of the disaster beast.

Soon, Zhanyue found a small house with two Sand Dune Clan members guarding the door. Like the others, they had black spiders crawling on their faces.

Zhanyue moved with extreme speed. Before the two could react, the spiders on their faces were killed. Zhanyue looked at the Thunder God’s Whip in his hand and the electrocuted insects on the ground, thinking this treasure was quite useful. The two Sand Dune Clan members were paralyzed and fell to the ground. They were freed from the soul-devouring spiders’ control but hadn’t fully regained their senses.

Entering the small house, he found a long ladder leading underground.

Soon after, Zhanyue arrived in the dungeon. The underground passage was long and exceptionally quiet. Suddenly, he heard a woman’s agonized scream. His expression changed, and he rushed towards the sound.

“Revenge! We must have revenge! Blood for blood!”

At this moment, all the enslaved beings from various Clans raised the banner of rebellion.

The Sand Dune King looked towards the castle, his face extremely grim. To control so many laborers to build for him, he had to use the Desert Worm Clan’s control methods. How could the Desert Worm Clan matriarch be dead? Although she was weak, she was far from dying. How could she suddenly die?

“Damn you all! You all deserve to die!” The Sand Dune King raged, the golden scepter in his hand blazing with light.

Outside the Heavenly Book world, Thunder Lord and Alchemy Daoist watched the arena with disbelief. Liu Zhaoran, who had been through the Heavenly Book trial and received Thunder Lord’s careful guidance, had lost. He lost so decisively that he didn’t even last ten breaths.

The Bird Clan young master had a ball of cyan flame floating in his hand, dancing with incredible agility. Looking at Liu Zhaoran lying on the ground, he sneered, “I hadn’t even warmed up, and you’re already down. Human prodigies? Nothing special.”

“Tianxian! Mind your words,” the Grand Elder warned from the side, then turned to Thunder Lord and Alchemy Daoist with an apologetic smile. “This boy rarely goes out and doesn’t understand human etiquette. Please forgive him, respected elders.”

Thunder Lord and Alchemy Daoist both wore solemn expressions. It seemed the Bird Clan ancestor’s emergence from seclusion had given the third-ranked race the confidence to challenge the first-ranked race.

“Young and arrogant, indeed. If I’m not mistaken, young master has mastered the legendary Cyan Lotus Heavenly Fire?” Alchemy Daoist asked.

“That’s right. It was quite difficult for me to refine it. Do you humans have any more experts? I’m not satisfied yet.”

As they were speaking, the second person to fail the Heavenly Book trial emerged. It was the free-spirited Feng Bulang. At this moment, Feng Bulang hadn’t realized how unlucky he was.