Super God Golden Crow Record

Chapter 29 Ambush

An invisible golden light quietly passed through the atmosphere of Teda Star.

Zhao Chen, high in the sky, transformed into an inconspicuous gray eagle, circling and looking down. His sharp eyes swept over the mine, and everything seemed orderly—the warehouse doors were tightly closed, the ore inside was piled up neatly, angelic overseers were patrolling, and the enslaved people were still digging for ore.

"Are you alright?"

He was suspicious.

A few months ago, he robbed the entire warehouse, which should have caused a huge uproar. But now the mine is as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.

With its keen eyes working at full capacity.

Inside the warehouse, all the fake feathers he had left behind were gone, and the warehouse was now filled to the brim with various kinds of ores. The foremen passed by the warehouse without even glancing at it.

Zhao Chen's brows furrowed even more.

wrong.

That's perfectly normal, abnormally normal. Even if those fake ores fooled the foremen back then, they should have discovered it long ago.

He was about to get closer when he suddenly froze.

The surrounding space suddenly froze, and a golden light shield appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire planet Teda. Terrifying energy flowed within the light shield.

"We've fallen for their trap!"

He turned and fled, unleashing the full power of his Golden Crow Escape Light, transforming into a golden beam that shot towards the starry sky.

But at the edge of the light shield, four figures appeared simultaneously.

White wings, silver armor, and icy gazes. Each figure exuded an aura equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The leader was a male angel in the late Nascent Soul stage, with a cold and stern face. He looked at Zhao Chen indifferently, as if he were looking at a bird trapped in a cage.

"It's been almost half a year," he began. "I thought you would have returned much sooner."

Three other Nascent Soul stage angels blocked the way from the left, right, and back, while dozens of angels equivalent to Golden Core stage angels surged in from all directions, completely surrounding the area.

Zhao Chen's heart sank.

The entire planet was sealed off. This protective barrier not only trapped him but also severed all spatial connections with the outside world. He tried to tear open a gap, but found that the space was reinforced like an iron plate and could not be torn open at all.

"Hand over the ore you stole, and I can give you a quick death," said the angel in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Zhao Chen took a deep breath and said nothing more.

He charged straight towards the mountains and forests!

The Golden Crow's escape light was pushed to its limit, its figure tracing a faint, almost imperceptible path through the air. The Chaos Bell hovered above its head, a black light curtain descending to block several intercepting attacks. With the God-Slaying Spear in hand, it pierced through an angel blocking its path, blood splattering everywhere.

He didn't linger in the fight, not even bothering to finish off the enemy, and simply walked past the corpse.

"Stop him!" the Nascent Soul stage angel roared.

Dozens of Golden Core stage angels rushed in from all directions, but Zhao Chen was too fast. He dodged left and right, tearing a gap in the encirclement. The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife pierced out from a spatial fold, killing several of the closest enemies and buying him a moment's respite.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths, thirty breaths...

The mountains and forests are getting closer.

An angel at the Nascent Soul stage finally made his move, striking down with a palm. Zhao Chen easily blocked it with his spear, but his speed increased instead of decreasing.

Zhao Chen rushed into the mountains!

Simultaneously activating invisibility and deception, the figure instantly vanished into the dense canopy of trees.

The four Nascent Soul stage angels chased them to the edge of the forest, their faces turning ashen.

"Search!" the lead angel ordered coldly. "Turn this entire mountain upside down; find him no matter what!"

Dozens of Golden Core stage angels swarmed in, and the enslaved humans were driven to begin searching the mountain.

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Inside the tree hollow, Zhao Chen sat leaning back, peering out through the cracks in the hollow.

The search party had already entered the mountains, their torches flickering through the forest. Zhao Chen remained calm. Although there were four Nascent Soul stage angels, one even at the late Nascent Soul stage, he was invincible within his own realm, and if pushed too far, he could even fight across realms. As for the Golden Core stage angels, he didn't care about them at all. It was just that the four Nascent Soul stage angels were a bit troublesome, and he didn't want to take the risk.

Night falls.

The search party dispersed. Zhao Chen flew out of the tree hole, transforming into a bee, and moved silently along the treetops.

Soon, he found his first target.

A lone, low-ranking angel, equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage, was resting against a tree.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife silently pierced through the spatial folds. The angel didn't even have time to open his eyes before the knife pierced the back of his head. The corpse fell, and Zhao Chen stepped forward to devour it.

The flesh and blood entered the stomach and were refined by the devouring talent, turning into pure energy that surged into the limbs and bones.

But at the same time, a faint, strange aura was peeled away along with his flesh and blood, drifting away and merging into the depths of his soul.

That aura was formless and intangible, neither energy nor true essence, yet it truly existed. It hovered quietly within the soul, like a faint golden light.

The pure yang fire leaped slightly, seemingly resonating with it in some way.

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment.

"What...is this?"

He closed his eyes, sensing deeply. Deep within his soul, that wisp of golden light remained quietly, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither dissipating nor merging. It did not enhance his power, but rather made the pure yang fire subtly more vibrant.

He recalled the records in those crystal plates—angels possessed divine atoms and divine energy within their bodies, the source of their power. But this aura seemed more mysterious than energy, more like… something imprinted on their souls.

"It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's useful."

He continued searching for his next target.

The second one is a lone human.

The throwing knife pierced in and devoured it.

This time, the feeling was completely different. A cool sensation flooded his mind, and his thinking became clearer. Some combat techniques that he couldn't understand before suddenly gained new insight; the obscure spellcasting also seemed to become clearer.

"Humans...can improve their comprehension?"

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Angels provide that mysterious, divine aura, while humans provide the understanding.

Different races, different characteristics. Awesome!

He continued his hunt.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

In one night, he killed seven low-ranking angels and eleven humans with his throwing knives. With each angel he devoured, a wisp of golden divine aura grew deep within his soul; with each human he devoured, his mind became clearer.

As the eleventh human corpse was refined, he suddenly felt a clarity in his mind. Many questions that he couldn't understand before suddenly became clear. He seemed to have gained new insights into marksmanship, magic, and escape techniques.

There were already seven strands of sacred energy accumulated deep within the soul. They floated silently, and the pure yang fire occasionally flickered, resonating with them, but did not refine them.

As dawn approached, Zhao Chen transformed back into a bee, found a new tree hole, and crawled inside.

A new round of searching the mountains began during the day. The angels, noticing the missing men, searched even more thoroughly. But Zhao Chen had already moved to a different location, and they couldn't find him at all.

As night fell again, Zhao Chen set out once more.

For seven consecutive days.

Over seven days, he killed more than thirty low-ranking angels and more than fifty humans with his throwing knives. More than thirty strands of divine aura accumulated deep within his soul, like a faint golden sea of ​​stars, suspended within it. The frequency with which the pure Yang fire resonated with them increased, and the color of the flames seemed to intensify slightly.

His comprehension improved by more than double.

On the eighth night, Zhao Chen found another target—an angel at the peak of the Golden Core stage, who was alone.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife shot out from a spatial fold, aiming straight for the back of the angel's head. The angel reacted with lightning speed, dodging to the side, but the flying knife spun in mid-air and struck again. The angel roared and swung his sword to block, but the flying knife suddenly vanished into the void, reappearing in his back the next instant.

"laugh--"

The sound of it entering the flesh was barely audible.

The corpse fell, and Zhao Chen stepped forward to devour it. The angel's flesh and blood entered his stomach, and the divine aura within was more than ten times stronger than that of a low-ranking angel. Deep within his soul, that golden light shone even brighter than the others, and the pure Yang fire leaped violently, the resonance becoming even more intense.

On the ninth night, Zhao Chen went out again. But just as he killed a human with a flying knife, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching—it was one of the three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Zhao Chen's heart skipped a beat. He immediately withdrew his throwing knife, transformed into a bee, and disappeared into the bushes. The aura swept past his head and then chased after it in another direction.

Zhao Chen did not make a move, fearing that he might not be able to take it down quickly and attract the attention of the other three high-ranking angels.

"They started searching themselves."

Zhao Chen realized that things couldn't continue like this. The high-ranking angels had figured out his patterns of activity and were tightening their encirclement.

He transformed back into a bee and flew deeper into the mountains.

The mountains there were even more treacherous, the trees even denser, and there were fewer search parties. He could continue hunting humans there to hone his understanding, and hunting angels to accumulate that mysterious, divine aura, until he was confident enough to break through.

Behind them, four powerful auras were still searching back and forth.

But Zhao Chen is no longer here.