Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1330 True Might of Immortal Severance Primal God

Chapter 1330 True Might of Immortal Severance Primal God　　”Increasing one’s body weight, passive skills, active skills, Spiritual Marks, insane godly abilities, endless Godly Energy, and a plethora of resources.” Zualin sighed as he muttered, “I had been fearful for no reason. The Mountain Sect’s thousands of times richer than I had assumed.”

“It’s still insufficient to support the resource needs for Elementary Gods and Primal Gods, though,” Zamura said in response. “So, I wasn’t lying when I said it back then.”

“That’s only because the quality of the materials has yet to reach our realm in purity. You have an entire continent beat in terms of quantity of resources, especially due to your Godly Veins that keep production at an all-time high,” Zualin replied. 

They had already contributed a tremendous reserve of information, godly abilities, mysterious resources, and countless other things that they had collected to date. Everything had been given to the Mountain Sect to be converted into contribution points. 

These resources weren’t of use to them, not as much as compared to body cultivation and Spiritual Marks. Just like Guria and Rumria, they too had been unable to control themselves after seeing the Spiritual Marks. 

Upon seeing the lengthy list, they didn’t even hesitate to dump all their belongings to the sect, so much so that they no longer possessed even a single God Stone. Even their spatial rings had been deposited. 

After all, they were high-quality items that were used by Elementary and Primal Gods. 

After knowing that Feifei could create custom Spiritual Marks based on the requirements or if there was an item or ore related to the desired ability, Zualin burned with greed. 

Custom Spiritual Marks were the most expensive, but he didn’t even bat an eye at that and commissioned Feifei. “Finally, after obtaining that Spiritual Mark, I’ll surpass my strength to new heights.”

“Why don’t you ask your daughter to join the Mountain Sect as well?” Faunkill hesitated a lot before saying, “She’ll also be able to grow strong.”

He had been contemplating it a lot and finally decided to come out with it. 

“You sure? Even though she dumped you, she hasn’t married anyone either. She’s probably mad at you for what you’ve done in the past. You know how it’ll go if I tell her, right?” Zualin said, surprised at Faunkill being frank with him.

“I understand. I’ve committed a lot of horrors in the past. And after being trapped for so long, I’ve gradually understood my actions. If she’s willing to kill me, I will accept it,” Faunkill said in response. “I will… take responsibility for my actions.”

“What… has he done in the past?” Zamura asked, curious to see why a Primal God behaved like this. 

“Well, he’s Immortal Severance, you know?” Zualin told Zamura. “In the past, every time he unleashed his Land Incarnation, the cultivation of everyone was suppressed until the First Stage of the Godly Fusion Realm. After that, he dropped a meteor on them, killing them like ants.”

“Even Primal Gods were no exception.” Zualin sighed as he continued. “There wasn’t anyone that could hold him back anymore as he behaved like a warlord, conquering one continent after another as he turned the cultivation of everyone to the First Stage of the Godly Fusion Realm. More than what he had killed, the number of people that committed suicide upon permanently losing their cultivation was ten times higher.”

“If you managed to painstakingly cultivate and reach the Elementary God Realm, only for your cultivation to be reverted back to the First Stage of the Godly Fusion Realm, how would you feel? You’ll have to cultivate from scratch,” Zualin spoke. 

“But the minds of cultivators are stronger than that, right?” Zamura asked in response. “Surely they wouldn’t have despaired at that.”

“Indeed, those that manage to reach such a high cultivation wouldn’t despair so easily.” Zualin nodded. “But, what about twice?”

“T-twice?” Zamura shuddered after hearing that.

“Yes, after reaching the same cultivation as the past, you’re once again brought back to the Godly Fusion Realm,” Zualin said. “Our Faunkill here loved to do that the most. He had only killed people in his younger days. Once he grew older, he killed people without killing them.”

“If you have a strong mind, twice. If you were a resolute genius, thrice,” Zualin added. “It did not matter how many times you cultivated back to a high realm. Zualin was able to imbue his ability in the bodies of others in such an undetectable way that the moment they reach that cultivation, their strength would immediately fall back to the Godly Fusion Realm.” Zualin gazed at Zamura before saying, “Once hit by this ability, you can forget growing past your original strength.”

“For all eternity, you’re bound to cultivate and lose your strength again and again until you give up on life and never revive.” Zualin glanced at Faunkill before saying, “In any case, the most frightening aspect of him is that he can easily imbue this within a Spiritual Incarnation and course it throughout all the revival means possessed by the cultivator.”

“This way, irrespective of how they revive, they’re doomed to repeat their tragedy.”

“That’s… evil.” Zamura shuddered, gazing at Faunkill before asking, “And, did you enjoy doing this?”

“To be honest…” Faunkill sighed as he came clean. “Yes. The stronger the cultivator, the more I loved to do this to them.”

“After understanding his ability, the victims have stopped cultivating after reaching a step below their peak. And now, they have been waiting to exact revenge on him all this time,” Zualin said. 

“If they wished to exact revenge on you, what will you do?” Zamura asked, patiently gazing at the other party to know what he would do. 

“I guess they’ll be repeating a couple hundred more times until their spirit breaks,” Faunkill replied, turning calm all of a sudden. 

The moment this change appeared in him, Zualin turned strangely silent. Zamura was even able to notice sweat pouring out from Zualin’s forehead. 

It was apparent that the other party was tense, afraid even. After all, judging based on what they had said, Faunkill was many times stronger than Zualin. The only reason he could bully Faunkill was that the latter had let him do it. 

“If my wife wants to kill me for my deeds, then that’s fine. I’ll accept it.” Faunkill closed his eyes, saying, “But, if any of the other trash dare to even glare at me…”

“Then… they can forget crossing the Godly Fusion Realm.”