I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 1500: 806: Mortal, Meeting Me Is Your Good Fortune!

Chapter 1500: Chapter 806: Mortal, eting Is Your Good Fortune!

The palm-sized [God] before is very peculiar, seemingly stuck in a boundary state between “life” and “death,” with a mass of less than a kilogram and a volu barely the size of a fist.

Lu Yuan sensed it carefully, and realized this guy was so weak that even ordinary Acquired Myth could easily suppress it, worthy of being ranked as the weakest level of [God]…

“Who is this thing anyway?”

“I rember this magic cube is a relic of the Fla Snake Civilization… So this guy must have fled to so subordinate plane.

“And the [God]’s true form wants to capture it back? So its identity might be quite important.”

Having realized this, Lu Yuan fiddled with this piece of jerky-like life form, but the other party showed no response, even appearing to be on the brink of death due to his ddling.

Lu Yuan felt a bit helpless, contemplating whether to hand it over to the Buzhou Alliance or imprison it himself?

“If this thing is just pretending, it’ll be a big hassle. [Weaver], do you have any good ideas?”

The Weaver’s giant compound eyes flashed black, expertly weaving a colorless, transparent space cage to enclose the little person—though the cage wasn’t absolutely solid, as the other party might still escape if they possessed Space Ability.

In truth, catching a [God] is much harder than trapping a [Ghost].

Because [God] generally possesses the ability to transform all living beings through the Dao, leaving even a tiny bit of material outside allows them to easily resurrect.

Thus, despite the wars lasting so many years, no [God] has ever been captured alive.

After crafting this space cage, the [Weaver] chirped twice, seemingly indicating for Lu Yuan to give it so Essence Blood.

“So you an, it requires Blood Sacrifice Energy to awaken?” Lu Yuan grimaced, sowhat reluctant.

“Chirp chirp!!” The Weaver cried out once more, vanishing into the darkness.

These enigmatic creatures are incredibly cunning, easily ensnaring people with various Conceptual Abilities, leaving no defense.

But upon second thought, if this guy doesn’t cooperate, he might as well just kill it.

I, the Greedy Demon God, may not defeat the true form of a [God], but surely I can handle you, little one?

With this thought, he retrieved a small bottle of bright red liquid from the Storage Space.

“This is Essence Blood of the ancient Evil Dragon Clan, manufactured through cloning technology. Though the Blood Sacrifice Energy can’t hold a candle to the original, it’s still considered impressive…”

With a slight ntal command, the red liquid transford into a thin line, slipping into the other’s mouth.

Soon, the black mist thickened, the pixelated parts of the little person beca more obscure, and an unwatchable aura of dominance rose up.

“Alright, stop pretending! Since you’re awake, hurry up and get up.” Lu Yuan spoke in the ancient universal language.

The little person sat up from the ground, glanced at Lu Yuan a few tis, and spoke in a sowhat superior tone: “The Evil Dragon Clan’s blood is just a bit bland, like plain water… Did you save ?”

Lu Yuan frowned. This was the universal language of the First Epoch, extinct by the Fourth Epoch, yet the other spoke it fluently, indicating this guy was likely an Old Deng.

“Who are you?”

The little person exuded an increasingly stern presence: [Mortal, encountering is your fortune. Shouldn’t you hurry to offer more Ancient Bloodline?]

The voice was like a thin thread, drilling into Lu Yuan’s mind through his ear.

A mysterious force seed to press hands over his body, trying to make him kneel.

“Smack!!” A crisp slap sound resonated in this small space.

Lu Yuan showed no rcy, giving the other a slap directly.

The shadow figure bounced several tis on the ground like a ball, finally hitting the space wall heavily.

“Behave yourself, now, answer my questions.”

“Chirp chirp!” The [Weaver] seed amused by the situation, erging once more from the darkness.

Seeing this colossal insect even larger than planets, the shadow figure seed to recognize it: “Weaver… You’ve returned? Boy, let ask you, what Epoch is it now?”

“Currently, the Ninth Epoch’s end.” Lu Yuan asked, “You haven’t answered your question yet.”

“Haha, the Ninth Epoch… It’s already the Ninth Epoch! He’s going to succeed, really going to succeed!!” The shadow figure cried and laughed, emotionally charged, rolling like a ball on the ground.

The sound wasn’t of excitent or joy, but carried strong resentnt and frustration, as if an enemy hated with a passion was ascending to immortality, while he himself remained a maggot in the gutter, the gap between them overwhelmingly large.

Uncertain if he was acting, Lu Yuan just heightened his alertness, ready to act any mont.

After a long while, the little person finally cald down, lounging on a rock: “Cough cough, excuse . To be frank, Ninth Epoch, are you going to perish?”

“We won’t perish, still at war. Are you aware of the Tower Top Civilization?”

“Hmm? Another civilization akin to the Tower Top Civilization has erged?”

Alright, according to the history of the Fla Snake Civilization, this guy likely escaped during the Fifth Epoch or the Sixth Epoch.

Seeing Lu Yuan remain silent, the shadow figure realized his prisoner status and continued to speak to himself.

“I am the founder Emperor of the Ghost Race, Underworld. You probably haven’t heard of the term Ghost Race anymore, we were a prestigious Great Clan in the First Epoch, hailing from the Dark Sea.”