HCB Chapter 4768
Chapter 4768
A strange yet extremely powerful force flowed into his body from his fingertips!
Zhang Yi's whole body trembled violently, and his supernatural abilities and soul were altered in an instant, as if they were branded with some unique symbol.
That power did not belong to the Netherworld, nor to Earth, but to something more ancient, profound, and indescribable.
Ling's human form emitted a faint light, seemingly on guard, but soon she sensed that Samael meant no harm, and the light gradually subsided.
The twelve silver goddesses also had cold eyes, but they did not intervene. They remained silent, watching the scene with cold eyes.
Samael's laughter grew increasingly unrestrained, his voice like thunder in the darkness, reverberating in everyone's ears.
"Very good! You, Zhang Yi, a sixth-generation descendant, have certainly not disappointed me!"
"Live on! Struggle! Maybe one day you'll bring me a surprise I never expected!"
"At that time, I will be waiting for you in the future..."
Black flames exploded, and the shepherd's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness. His laughter faded into the distance, but it still echoed in every corner of the crystal world.
Zhang Yi stood there, his expression cold and stern, the burning sensation from that moment still lingering on his forehead.
His breathing was heavy, his heart was racing, and the unfamiliar power within him was intertwining and merging with his original power, bringing an unprecedented sense of pressure and power.
A moment later, he slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing an unprecedented coldness.
Samael is gone, but what he left behind is like a brand that can never be erased.
The underworld of the Radiant Moon Empire is still shrouded in that soft and holy silver light.
The black flames that had taken Samael away had long since dissipated, and peace returned to the world.
But beneath that calmness emanated a strange sense of oppression, as if even the air itself had become heavy.
Zhang Yi stood there, the burning sensation on his forehead not yet completely gone.
The power injected from Samael's fingertips flowed through his body like an underground river, quietly churning deep within his blood and soul.
It is not violent, but it is filled with a chilling power.
With each breath, that power expanded slightly, as if it were about to completely merge with his original superpower.
Twelve silver thrones floated silently in front of him.
The queens, high above, wore solemn expressions, their silver radiance flashing as if they were analyzing some unknown energy. An indescribable tension permeated the air.
Finally, a silver queen with cascading silver hair slowly spoke, her voice clear yet icy.
"...He left a mark on your body."
Zhang Yi frowned slightly and looked up at her: "A mark?"
"Yes."
Another queen took over the conversation; her eyes were as deep as the moonlit sea, radiating a soft yet cold light.
"That is no ordinary power, but the spiritual imprint of Samael. While it grants you power, it also leaves a coordinate deep within your soul."
Zhang Yi paused for a moment, then chuckled softly: "It sounds like someone sprayed pesticide on it and tagged it with something."
"pesticide?"
The Silver Queen repeated the unfamiliar word with a hint of doubt.
Zhang Yi shrugged.
"In the local dialect of Earth, this means—I was planted like a leek. He fertilized me, watered me, and let me bask in the sun so that I could grow up quickly and be harvested more easily in the future."
His tone was calm, yet tinged with sarcasm.
On the twelve silver thrones, several goddesses looked at each other with complex expressions.
"You're right."
The Silver Queen, seated at the highest point in the center, spoke slowly.
“He is indeed nurturing you. Samael’s spiritual will cannot completely leave the sealed land, and he uses you as a medium to extend his own will. When you grow strong enough, he will be able to use your power back for his own purposes through that mark.”