Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1160, The Extremely Vicious Slytherin

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

A faint smile spread across Yu Zi Yu’s lips, his heart swelling with satisfaction.

[Those little ones from the past… they’ve truly grown strong. Not just the Ten Divine Beasts, but even Little White, Qing Gang, Demonic Phoenix, and the others. They are the very core of the Demon Court. If they were all to reach their zenith, the Demon Court’s rise would be unstoppable. But alas, not one among them has even touched the hem of my robes.]

[Should the unforeseen occur, should I perish… there is no other Soul in the entirety of the Demon Court capable of shouldering the weight of Heaven in my stead. This single imperfection mars the otherwise solid foundation of the Demon Court.]

*Haaa…* A long sigh escaped Yu Zi Yu.

At the same time, he pinned his hopes on Nine Tails, on Lightning Dragon…on Golden Ant, the Immortal Sweet Osmanthus, as well as…Slytherin.

Some had already broken into Tier-6. Others stood on its doorstep. Each one blessed with amazing talent.

If fortune favored them, even if they could not wear Yu Zi Yu’s mantle, they might still be able to bear the weight of a part of Heaven on their own.

However, just then, as though stirred by a whisper from the void, Yu Zi Yu’s gaze turned toward a far corner of the Starry Sky.

That was where Elysia was located, the very domain where Slytherin had made his lair.

In fact, Slytherin used to be the number-one prodigy of Misty Mountains in the days of old. And he indeed had lived up the expectations of Yu Zi Yu, and those of Nine Tails and the others.

Not only had he reached Tier-6 despite being younger than the Ten Divine Beasts, he had even joined forces with Elysian God of Dreams to create an alternate world, a world that existed in fantasy but was very much overlapped with reality.

Yu Zi Yu speculated that if Slytherin could fully digest even a fraction of the inheritance of Yamata No Orochi slumbering in his Bloodline, then he would become second only to Yu Zi Yu in the vast expanse of the universe.

An existence who could only be matched by the strongest powerhouses of the Major Forces in the universe, like the Dream Dragon of the Dragon Clan, or the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix of the Phoenix Clan.

As for just how fearsome were such beings?

To put it simply, in the entire Western Sector, aside from Yu Zi Yu himself, no one had even touched the threshold of such monstrous entities.

Their cultivation had long surpassed the late stages of Tier-6, their Bloodlines undergoing sublimation.

There were even rumors that they had even won the recognition of Imperial Artifacts.

Just the thought made Yu Zi Yu nod with excitement.

IT was terrifying, truly terrifying.

Though he had yet to meet these paragons face-to-face, during the day of his Tribulation, when he stood between life and death, he had briefly pierced the veil of the illusion.

And in that liminal space, he saw it: A colossal red figure, vast enough to coil around entire planets.

He reckoned… that could only have been the famed Dream Dragon, also known as the Great One.

The strongest Dragon, an existence beyond comprehension.

…

And while Yu Zi Yu’s mind was preoccupied with Slytherin, in Elysia, in that alternate world suspended between illusion and reality…

*Hisss…Hisss…* Chilling hisses echoed through the sky.

Looking toward the source, one would see the sky darken.

Black clouds like pools of ink surged and roiled in, casting the land in shadow.

And from those thunderous clouds emerged Draconic Heads but were hissing like Serpents.

*Hisss…Hisss…* The hissing grew sharper, more guttural, and with it came bolts of lightning, as thick as water barrel, that cleaved the sky, briefly illuminating their mountainous, winding body.

Dense scales, like those of Dragons or Snakes, covered the colossal body, shimmering with a hazy, eerie glow under the flash of lightning.

Just a mere glance was quite shocking.

However, what was even more appalling was its crimson eyes, not one, not two, but eight glowing pairs of crimson eyes.

Clearly, they were not staring at anyone, even so, they sent a chill down the spine of every onlooker.

Those eyes… were death.

Those eyes… were fear itself.

And this was the current Slytherin.

His blood had fully awakened, and he had undergone a true metamorphosis, evolving into the fabled form of Yamata no Orochi.

Eight heads. Eight tails. The heads resembled that of a Dragon, and the body was like eight mountains wrapped in flesh.

He was the king of all Serpents, and not just in name, but in truth.

Among all the Serpent lineages to ever crawl across the stars, across eons of time, only the line of Yamata no Orochi had ever touched eternity.

He even brought the Serpent Race to the very pinnacle of existence.

Unfortunately, when Yamata no Orochi had advanced to the Eternal Realm, the experts of the various Forces had attacked him, causing his cultivation to drop by a level.

Otherwise, given just a little more time, the entire Serpent Race would never have fallen into the mediocrity it wallowed in now.

“This breakthrough is truly terrifying! I’ve reached the Intermediate-Stage of Tier-6… and only a step away from Late-Stage… But, that’s not what’s truly frightening… What’s truly terrifying is that I’ve finally grasped those fragments of the Eternal Inheritance…”

Amidst the faint, eerie voice, Slytherin’s eyes grew deeper and darker.

If one dared to peer deep within, they would witness something… unimaginable: There, in the depths of his pupils, a figure stretched across half a Star System, hissing toward the void with its many heads.

Even if it was Yu Zi Yu, just a mere gaze at Slytherin’s eyes would send his Soul shuddering, for that was the Eternal Inheritance, the traces that had yet not faded.

That fearsome form, stretched across half the Star System, was the true form of Yamata no Orochi, the one who had reached Eternity.

Time and time again, the universe underwent destruction, everything returned to primordial chaos.

But the Eternals, they did not perish.

It was that the Eternals themselves were Immortal and Indestructible. No, to be more accurate, it was their Dao that lingered, imprinted upon Heaven and Earth, remembered by the cosmos itself.

Even the end of eras could not erase the marks they leave behind.

This… was the true terror of Eternity.

*Hissss…Hisss…* Terrifying hissess, that send chills down anyone’s spine, reverberated across the Emerald Dreamscape.

Slythein’s eight heads rose in unison, eyes burning like blood-red lanterns in a stormy sky.

From Heaven, lightning answered.

Bolts like divine swords fell by the thousands, descending with thunderous fury.

In mere moments, half the Dreamscape had been swallowed by an ocean of lightning.

And on that very day, every living being in almost half of Elysia dreamed the same dream.

In their sleep, they saw a Serpent.

Vast, sinister, and coiled in the dark, swallowing them bit by bit.

A chill like death itself soaked into their Souls, sending their Souls trembling.

It carved itself into memory, into marrow.

And when they awoke, drenched in cold sweat, many could not stop their trembling.