C2324 The Foreign Spirit Succubus

Three foreign deities spoke with reverence to Beilstein, their voices hushed as they shared their secrets.

Beilstein's Demonic Pupil fixed its gaze on Harris of the Bone Race and the other two deities who were gradually emerging from the radiant divine light.

The old devil, determined to steer clear of conflict and avoid being seized by the Origin Soul, had never imagined he was already entangled in this intricate plot.

There was no place for him to hide; escape was simply not an option!

"Have I waged war in foreign realms before?"

The old devil scoured his memories but failed to uncover any experiences linked to foreign realms.

Yet, he was acutely aware of his deep concern for the thirty-six springs in the Gray Domain and his intimate familiarity with them.

After the fall of the supreme Titan spinosaurus, he had covertly explored the Gray Domain multiple times, traversing every star within it.

Had it not been for his vested interest, he would not have appeared so promptly when Arthurs attempted to engulf the Gray Domain with the Chaos Abyss.

Previously, he was the sole sovereign of the Origin Realm, the de facto ruler.

The Demon Phoenix, Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, and the humans, as well as the Nagas of old, were all beneath his notice.

In his view, once humans ascended to supreme status, they became part of the Outland Devaputra.

Originating from the Vast Expanse, his soul shared numerous commonalities with that of humanity.

Conversely, it was those loyal to him who bore significant differences.

This was precisely why he permitted the existence of humans and the rise of the Vast Ocean, even covertly aiding in the development of their cultivation system.

The conflict between the Vast Ocean and other races brought forth many formidable beings, such as Asura King Sabonis, Cadorath, Demon Phoenix, Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, among others.

Until the Origin Soul of the Abyss made itself known, he held sway over all; he was the true sovereign of the Origin Realm.

Already unmatched in power, he sought greater strength by targeting the Desolate Realm and the Abyss Gate.

The Soul Barrier of the Desolate Realm was insurmountable, and the Abyss Gate remained inaccessible to him.

The thirty-six peculiar springs within the Gray Domain, which behaved abnormally at certain times, naturally presented a path forward.

To move inward, his only option was to confront his creator.

The old devil, still searching for his memories, was struck by a revelation from three foreign deities. As he delved deeper into self-analysis, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"Lord Beilstein, your battles extend beyond the foreign lands," remarked the Oblivion God, Harris, as he produced a Dragon Bone Staff. Within its hollow core, clusters of purple souls swam about.

The staff, a purple-gold hue, exuded a savage aura that felt oddly familiar to the old devil.

"A piece of the spinosaurus' skeleton!" Beilstein's demeanor shifted noticeably.

He recognized his own essence emanating from the souls within the Dragon Bone Staff.

"You crafted this and brought it into our world," Harris affirmed with a subtle nod. "My lord, another version of you presides over our world. Your reluctance to act against the Origin Soul that created you stems from their inaction. You've been biding your time, waiting for it to strike first so you could rightfully claim it."

"You've shown mercy, allowing the world under your control to evolve quietly, without harvesting your Origin Soul."

"But now, the situation has changed. Arthurs has declared that the Origin Soul delving into the depths is not your creator, but originates from the Chaos Abyss!"

"Your hesitations have been cast aside, and you've resolved to act."

"That's precisely why we've come," Harris proclaimed with vigor.

"Another me?" Beilstein was taken aback.

In Harris's verdant gaze lay a profound respect as he continued, "In our realm, you are a venerable figure of high standing. We are here now at your behest. Once you reclaim this fragment of your memory, all will become clear."

Harris extended the Dragon Bone Staff towards him.

Standing at the black jade altar, Beilstein eyed the staff poised before his chest. He knew it was forged from the remains of an ancient spinosaurus, and the spirit within was his own.

The spirit shimmered with deep purple memories. Squinting, he could see snippets of his past flickering before him.

He understood that by grasping the Dragon Bone Staff and assimilating the spirit within into his being, his memories would flood back.

"Could this be a trap? A snare laid by these foreign deities specifically for me?"

The old devil was still deliberating.

The powers of these foreign gods were enigmatic. Harris had the ability to erase and alter memories, to create illusions; such capabilities warranted caution.

Yet...

It was he who had slain the Titan spinosaurus. Others would find it nearly impossible to acquire the bones of the ancient creature, but the specter within the staff was unmistakably sealed away, a myriad of his Devil Souls contained within.

"I've found you."

He who was endowed with Supreme Wisdom, with paths of the undead in his wake, made a formidable advance toward the Gal Starfield.

"At last, you've arrived."

Within the radiant spectrum of divine light, the Space God Devitt beamed a welcoming smile.

Whoosh!

A vibrant butterfly emerged from the light, its wings a kaleidoscope of color, bearing a striking resemblance to the Void Spirit Succubus of the Origin Realm.

Though not as massive, and its butterfly form reduced in size by several folds, the essence it radiated was indistinguishable from that of the Void Spirit Succubus.

Perched in the void, its vivid wings unfurled, sat a man and a woman, each a vision of grace and beauty.

The man exuded nobility, while the woman's beauty was unparalleled. Their alabaster skin was subtly translucent, revealing bones like white jade and veins of vibrant blood beneath.

This pair, a man and a woman, were likely of the same lineage.

"Lord Beilstein, my name is Devitt, and this is Kurkova. We are siblings of the Spirit Succubus race," the man said with an air of distinction.

"Spirit Succubus?"

The old devil paused, taken aback. The visage and aura of the man and woman were remarkably similar to the Void Spirit Succubus race of the Origin Realm.

Moreover, they identified themselves as the Spirit Succubus race, omitting the prefix "Void."

Their mount, the colorful butterfly, bore a strong resemblance to the Void Spirit Succubus of the Origin Realm. What could this mean?

"Commonalities exist in all things, and many supreme paths ultimately converge," Devitt said, perceiving his confusion and offering an explanation with an easy smile. "This creature is our spirit pet. Just as there are Demonic Beasts in the vast oceans and alien beasts in the Desolate Realm, in our world, such beings are known as spirit beasts. Tamed spirit beasts become our spirit pets, and among the Spirit Succubus race, they are the favored companions."

Devitt blinked and offered another smile. "Perhaps a Spirit Pet from our Spirit Succubus race crossed through the spring's passage into the Origin Realm and was killed. The emergence of the Origin Blood Spirit Light in your world gave rise to the Void Spirit Succubus. Deep within the bloodline of this Void Spirit Succubus are the profound memories of our Spirit Succubus race."

"The Void Spirit Succubus it spawned bears a resemblance to us, though its powers are significantly diminished."

The Space God elaborated in great detail.

The Death God Kurkova appeared somewhat restrained and spoke sparingly.

She donned an ancient palace gown that exuded an air of extraordinary nobility. After Devitt finished speaking, she gracefully curtsied to Beilstein.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The 'Roads of the Dead,' heavy with soul energy, continued to extend toward the Gal Starfield.

In the presence of the old demon, the three Otherworldly Gods shared tales of their realms and clarified his doubts, patiently awaiting his initiative to integrate his own Devil Soul into the Dragon Bone Staff.

"Teacher."

Millions of miles away.

Yu Yuan, having just emerged from the chaotic void, sensed something upon his arrival in the Phoenix Starfield. Through the ninth level of the Soul Altar, he saw the Great Demon God Beilstein.

He also observed the three Otherworldly Gods, now openly and respectfully paying homage to Beilstein.

Yu Yuan was profoundly shaken, suddenly unsure of Beilstein's allegiance.

"Gal Starfield..."

After a brief contemplation, he resolved to make his way to the Gal Starfield.

Then he caught sight of the Origin Soul. He hesitated, his urgency fading.

"Beilstein."

The one who had seized supreme wisdom revealed himself on a misty 'Road of the Dead,' with more such paths materializing around him.

His deep, inscrutable eyes locked onto Beilstein as he spoke icily, "As a former ruler of the Origin Realm, you've been in collusion with the gods of foreign domains."

On the black jade altar, Beilstein gazed at the Dragon Bone Staff and the arrival of the other. A sense of bitterness washed over him.

His arrival had made the Roads of the Undead manifest, and the old demon was immediately enveloped by an abyssal pressure. He knew that if the other attempted possession, he might not endure it.

When he finally broke free from the Evil God's clutches and stepped out of the Evil God Temple, it hadn't been long since he had consumed the vast Origin Soul.

Now, having swallowed the Origin Soul whole, the Soul Cleansing Brilliance no longer affected him. Facing Beilstein once more, he doubted his ability to resist possession.

"Lord Beilstein."

Devitt, the Space God, flashed a brazen smile and reassured him, "I understand your concerns. Don't worry. Once you reclaim your true self and merge with the Devil Soul and memories that are rightfully yours, you'll have nothing to fear from him. After all, isn't that what you've been preparing for all this time? To confront a source of souls like his?"

The Oblivion God, Harris, and the Death God, Kurkova, watched him with eyes full of anticipation and encouragement.

Harris's arrival had drawn the Origin Soul and the Paths of the Undead to this place. The actions of the three extraterrestrial deities seemed orchestrated for this very moment.

To dispel his doubts under the weight of the Origin Soul's pressure, he needed to reclaim his memories!

Only by achieving this could he move on to the next step.

"I can no longer allow you to exist."

The Origin Soul, brimming with cunning intelligence, shook its head as a streak of green-black soul energy burst forth from its brow.

It was determined to seize control of Beilstein!

"It has come to this..."

Beilstein let out a resigned sigh and firmly grasped the Dragon Bone Staff.

The Devil Soul within surged and, at the touch of his soul consciousness, merged with him in an instant.

In that moment.

Yu Yuan could no longer track Beilstein's presence through the Soul Altar or the ninth tier of the Soul Platform.

As he reclaimed his memories and the Devil Soul became one with him, it was as if he had transcended the Origin Realm, the Desolate Realm, and the Chaos Abyss, stepping beyond the established Heavenly Dao of Souls!

With a soft puff!

The spiritual consciousness of the Origin Soul, aiming for Beilstein's forehead, encountered a barrier of purple soul energy. To its surprise, it could not penetrate this protective layer.

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