Chapter 636: The Prestige of Number Seven
[Blade Name: Hundred-Ghost Eater, Number: 4223]
Previously, the Hundred-Ghost Eater's number ranking was 4325. After sacrificing that juvenile Purple Rakshasa, its number ranking jumped a full hundred spots.
Although its current number ranking still couldn't compare to Hatred's.
Still, this rate of advancement was considered fast.
He'd heard other Superhumans talk about improving Wonder number rankings before.
When they wanted to raise their own Wonder's number ranking, they usually only moved up one or two, maybe three or four spots at a time.
Sometimes, after all their painstaking effort, the ranking they gained couldn't even keep pace with the ranking they lost.
Just by sacrificing a single juvenile Anomaly, he'd achieved this kind of improvement. If word of this got out, plenty of people would probably go insane.
No wonder that woman Jiang Rou wanted this blade so badly. If he himself had known this blade's true potential, he'd probably never stop chasing it either.
If he could smoothly acquire sacrificeable materials, this Hundred-Ghost Eater would likely ascend to unimaginable heights in no time.
Too bad, the thing was incredibly picky—it actually looked down on Hatred.
To personify Hatred: it was a poor boy who'd clawed his way up through his own hard work, born lowly but with a rebellious nature, only to be rejected by the Hundred-Ghost Eater earlier.
As Hatred's wielder, Chen Ye could clearly sense Hatred's fury and resentment.
As for the Pink-haired Girl's Fire Dragon Sword, that one came from an illustrious lineage, a natural genius with incredible background, limitless future potential—a perfect match for Sun Xixi, like a proud and arrogant rich young master or miss.
And this Hundred-Ghost Eater? It was a once-glorious overlord who'd commanded the masses, fallen from grace for some reason, now at rock bottom, waiting for the day it could return to its peak.
The other information about the Hundred-Ghost Eater hadn't changed much.
The only thing that had changed was this Demon Manifestation ability.
As the Hundred-Ghost Eater's wielder, Chen Ye could clearly sense two sinister auras inside it.
Sensing them slightly, when Chen Ye opened his eyes again, he was faced with an incredibly grim and eerie space.
A blade contained such a vast space inside it.
Was this the prestige of being number seven?
Just this space alone outclassed every single Wonder he currently possessed.
Of course, the prison here couldn't be used as storage space.
Otherwise, even if it were an empty hundred-ghost prison, its number ranking probably wouldn't be just over four thousand.
Before him stretched a long corridor. Both sides of the corridor were built from thick black-gray stone, with rows of prison cells extending into the darkness at the end.
Though there was no explanation, Chen Ye knew—this was the place where the Hundred-Ghost Eater imprisoned its sacrifices.
Chen Ye had always known there had to be a place like this inside the Hundred-Ghost Eater.
But he'd never been inside before.
Mainly because of Chen Ye's own excessive caution.
It was only after sacrificing the juvenile Purple Rakshasa that he finally came here for the first time.
No way around it—he couldn't put it off any longer. If he wanted to use the Purple Rakshasa's abilities, he had no choice but to come.
In the first cell, a blurry figure was chained to a wooden cross.
Several tubes were inserted into that blurry figure, their other ends connecting into the cracks of the stone slabs behind the cell.
Black blood was being drawn from that body, absorbed by some unknown force into the walls.
This should be the Anomaly that Ding Shen had sent in before.
Though he didn't know this Anomaly's information, as the Hundred-Ghost Eater's wielder, Chen Ye could sense that he couldn't borrow the power of the Anomaly in Cell 001.
Because this Anomaly was too weak.
Back then, as Deputy City Lord, Ding Shen had probably planned to capture more Anomalies and sacrifice them to raise the Hundred-Ghost Eater's number ranking and boost his own strength.
But in the end, he'd only managed to send in a single Anomaly.
It must have been that Ding Shen was surrounded by countless Anomalies, watching his every move every day.
That was why he couldn't contribute more sacrifices to the Hundred-Ghost Eater.
This was evident from the Anomaly in Cell 001.
Given Ding Shen's strength at the time, he could have easily sacrificed many more Anomalies.
Under the constant surveillance of so many Anomalies, just managing to send in this one must have cost Ding Shen considerable effort.
Too bad. Those of the Guardian Sequence had convictions that ordinary people could hardly understand.
If this guy hadn't lost his will to live back then, he could have become one of humanity's top Superhumans just by relying on the Hundred-Ghost Eater.
The sound of footsteps echoed back and forth through the long corridor of the hundred-ghost prison, like the whispers of evil spirits.
The entire hundred-ghost prison underwent subtle changes because of Chen Ye's presence.
Chen Ye arrived at Cell 002.
"Milord! Milord! Please, save me! Save me!"
That familiar panicked voice, along with the clatter of chains, traveled far and wide through the hundred-ghost prison's corridor.
Through the iron bars, Chen Ye saw the juvenile Purple Rakshasa he'd just sent in as a sacrifice.
That small body was also nailed to a wooden cross.
Transparent tubes, like blood vessels, were inserted into the tiny form.
Purple blood flowed slowly with a gurgling sound.
Those purple blood streams traveled through the tubes and seeped into the walls.
It was as if this prison itself was alive.
"You... why do you call me 'Milord'?"
Chen Ye asked the same question again.
The juvenile Purple Rakshasa froze, then fell silent.
Chen Ye stared silently at this little creature.
He had plenty of questions himself, but since this thing wouldn't talk, there was nothing he could do for now.
Oh well. He'd set this aside for now.
Chen Ye sensed the Purple Rakshasa's abilities.
The Purple Rakshasa's abilities would determine what kind of Demon Manifestation he could use in the future.
Soon, Chen Ye got the information.
The juvenile Purple Rakshasa's abilities were very weak. It could only transform into a demon for about ten seconds, and because it was a juvenile, many of its abilities were severely lacking.
When he'd seen those vengeful spirits clinging to this thing before, he'd already considered a possibility.
Perhaps those vengeful spirits, those faces, were all people this juvenile Purple Rakshasa had killed.
Now that he understood the Purple Rakshasa's abilities, it further confirmed Chen Ye's speculation.
After the Purple Rakshasa transformed into a demon, the faces on its back were the people it had killed.
When this thing had said earlier that it had "never killed anyone," it was just trying to trick him.
As expected, Anomalies were cunning and treacherous—completely untrustworthy.
Chen Ye withdrew from the Hundred-Ghost Eater's prison.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back inside the familiar Monster Pickup Truck.
Everything just now felt like a brief dream.
There was a reason the Hundred-Ghost Eater was ranked number seven.
He glanced at his digital watch—it was already 1 AM.
Still over two hours before departure.
Even if he couldn't sleep, Chen Ye planned to rest with his eyes closed for a while—still better than just toughing it out.
Time quickly reached 3:30. There was already movement in the camp.
They were clearly preparing to set off.