The small, symtrical blades on the sides of the King's Sword in Fang Zhen's hand suddenly retracted, pressing flush against the main blade.
As it changed, Fang Zhen felt a montary daze, his consciousness detaching.
He felt as if he were floating in the air, watching everything around him transform.
Like a god's eye floating in the sky, he looked down and saw the scene had changed to a magnificent, high-ceilinged dieval banquet hall.
He could see a king-like figure, no older than thirty-three or thirty-four, wearing a Golden Crown and red and gold robes, slumped in a chair at the banquet.
Before the King was a long dining table laden with all sorts of delicacies—roast suckling pig, grilled pigeon, and fine wine in golden goblets.
Jarringly, a black bull's head had been thrown onto the table amidst such a feast. The head, dripping with blood, was a ghastly sight.
A short sword with a gem-studded hilt was embedded in the King's chest.
The King's gaze was filled with sorrow. He looked toward the person closest to him, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, the youngest at the banquet.
"You too, Fei Niao?"
The King questioned the youth, who was dressed in fine noble attire unsuited for his age.
The boy's face was a mask of conflict, a mixture of fear and reluctance. It seed he was the one who had plunged the gem-adorned short sword into the King's body.
Just then, a burly man near the King pulled a Double-sided Round Axe from under the long table. He walked over, kicked away the chair the King was slumped in, and raised the axe.
The axe rose and fell.
The King's head rolled to the floor.
After that, Fang Zhen could hear nothing.
His vision followed the rolling head, and he saw the thirteen people at the feast all pick up their goblets. They rushed over to collect the blood streaming from the King's neck...
The scene gradually faded to black, then ended abruptly.
Fang Zhen's consciousness returned to the Netherworld.
Only then did he feel the cold sweat that had broken out on his body.
He also understood what he had just seen.
Thirteen people. A King.
A black, bloody bull's head.
Fei Niao.
Betrayal.
Piecing all these keywords together, an almost complete story took shape in Fang Zhen's mind.
He looked down at the King's Sword in his hand.
He had been curious before; the King's Sword looked strange. It seed to have been carved from a single piece of crystal bone, though he didn't know what kind.
But after seeing those images, Fang Zhen suddenly realized that the King's Sword looked very much like...
A human spinal column.
It had likely been specially treated, the natural curvature of the spine straightened and modified to form the shape of a sword.
And the small, protruding blades on the sides were so of the vertebrae.
A chilling sensation crept up his scalp.
He was utterly shocked.
Fang Zhen had guessed that the Land of Rest instance wouldn't be simple, but he never expected this kind of developnt.
Anlon Lie Feng didn't abdicate his throne after a successful reign.
The truth was, Anlon Lie Feng had died in a long-planned assassination!
And the ones who murdered the Legendary King were his supposedly loyal thirteen followers—the independent Thirteen-Person Council!
His thirteen followers collectively betrayed Anlon Lie Feng. At the banquet, they presented the black bull's head, a symbol of death, and used so ans—poison or a sneak attack, he wasn't sure—to incapacitate him before finally beheading him.
To the public, the thirteen followers spread the rumor that the Legendary King had voluntarily abdicated to a more worthy successor, concealing the truth.
Anlon Lie Feng was betrayed, beheaded, his blood collected, and even his spine was extracted and fashioned into this King's Sword.
As Fang Zhen processed all this, he looked at the King's Sword in his hand with complicated feelings.
'This isn't the "King's Sword"! It's clearly the "Sword of the Dead"!'
But there were many things Fang Zhen still couldn't figure out.
'Wasn't Anlon Lie Feng a charismatic leader? Why would the Thirteen-Person Council betray him?'
'If it was for power, no one claid the throne afterward. The Kingdom is still ruled by the Thirteen-Person Council.'
'Also, since they killed Anlon Lie Feng and even turned his spine into a sword, who sent this Sword of the Dead to the Resting Forbidden Land, to the Forbidden Realm Netherworld?'
'There must have been a purpose, right?'
'The last question was related to the main quest of his instance: what was Anlon Lie Feng's true identity? Why did he rise to power so suddenly, only to be betrayed?'
'So many things were still a mystery.'
Fang Zhen frowned slightly.
'Pure speculation won't solve any of this.'
'I need to grab soone from the thirteen families and interrogate them.'
Fang Zhen thought of Avera outside.
'The Fei Niao Family seems to be renowned among the thirteen for its vast intelligence network. Avera might know the truth about Anlon Lie Feng's death. I could capture her and get so answers.'
'In fact, it wasn't just Avera. Given the situation, all of the thirteen families probably know sothing about what happened back then.'
After organizing his thoughts, Fang Zhen took a deep breath.
He focused on the Sword of the Dead in his left hand.
A strange sensation washed over him.
The Sword of the Dead seed to be an energy amplifier. Fang Zhen could feel the imnse power stored within it, and it could induce a peculiar resonance to magnify so kind of special energy.
However, Fang Zhen couldn't yet grasp the source of that power.
It was like he had a high-horsepower sports car but no gasoline to power it.
He knew this Sword of the Dead was extraordinary, but for now, he couldn't control it.
The mysterious belt at his waist, however, felt different.
Fang Zhen focused on it and suddenly felt that the belt was similar to another piece of his equipnt.
The Silver Moon Treasure Box.
He got a similar feeling from it.
Fang Zhen swept his Spirit across the belt and instantly perceived seven spaces within it.
Six of them were small spaces, each a bit smaller than the Silver Moon Treasure Box.
But the one in the middle was quite large, about 2.7 ters long and around 50 centiters in width and height.
He could sense that two of the six small spaces already contained items.
Fang Zhen's spirits soared.
'Spatial equipnt!'
'And it looks like I can use it right away.'
He had experience operating the Silver Moon Treasure Box, so he swept his Spirit over it.
Instantly, the Sword of the Dead in his left hand was stored in the largest space.
A surge of excitent rose in Fang Zhen's heart.
'Six small gems represent six small spaces, and the large crystal bone gem is the large space.'
'I was having trouble buying guns because I lacked space. With this belt, I can even bring back a machine gun.'
'If I can get a machine gun or a real high-caliber sniper rifle, life will get a lot easier.'
The only issue was that his consciousness couldn't perceive how to use the two items already in the spaces.
'It seems these two items, along with the Sword of the Dead, might need to be appraised back in the "Instance Life Ga" before I can use them.'
With the Desert Viper in his left hand and a long spear in his right, he walked to the entrance of the Netherworld Stone Gate.
Before, he was the one blocking the gate. Now, the tables had turned; Aiden and the others outside were blocking him.
However, Fang Zhen wasn't too worried.
He had the Gang Zan Seal, and the space outside wouldn't have the strong hypnotic effect of the Netherworld.
Aiden also couldn't continuously use a high-powered, wide-area Crystal Bone Technique like Thunder Strike Cloud. A move like that clearly consud a massive amount of energy; no one could afford such a drain.
Even so, he made thorough preparations.
Fang Zhen took out an energy gel and quickly popped it into his mouth.
The taste of mango gummy candy spread across his taste buds before the gel quickly dissolved into a paste that he swallowed.
A warm current surged through Fang Zhen's body, rapidly replenishing his stamina and Spiritual Power.
After regulating his breathing for a mont, Fang Zhen felt he was in peak condition.
He activated the Gang Zan Seal and charged out of the Obsidian Gate in a single step.
The mont he burst through the stone gate, he imdiately saw la and Connor, along with their subordinates, besieging Batuma.
Aiden watched from a short distance away, looking ready to strike at any mont.
Batuma had probably had too much fun earlier and had inadvertently offended everyone from the thirteen families. Her current misery was a direct result of her previous glee.
Batuma was crying out in alarm. Her body was charred; she had already been hit by one of Aiden Leing's attacks.
If not for her subordinates sacrificing their lives to protect her, the woman from the Black Garden would have likely already t a bitter end.
Fang Zhen's eyes lit up.
'Ah, what good luck.'
'The people from the thirteen families are clashing with the Black Garden.'
'This gives
so breathing room.'
Aiden also noticed that Fang Zhen had erged from the Netherworld.
Aiden's face paled, then flushed red. Blue-white lightning began to crackle in his eyes, as if he was about to unleash another ultimate move!
However, Fang Zhen didn't give him the chance.
Fang Zhen raised the Desert Viper in his left hand and aid it at Aiden!
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