Chapter 129: The Frenzied Babata (Alliance Leader Hongchen Sanyue +5)

Ten thousand meters beneath Mist Island, there lay a colossal spaceship, home to an intelligent life form.

"That brat Luo Feng has finally reached planetary level!"

"Too slow!"

"At least he attracted them over!"

"I've been on Earth for over fifty thousand years, and finally found a barely worthy spiritual mentalist to inherit the legacy of the old master."

"If the master had been a martial artist... there would have been no need to wait!"

"But Luo Feng, that kid, is not bad at all. Really quite impressive!"

"Just a bit lacking compared to Hong and Thunder God."

"Compared to Qin Ming, it’s not just a little gap—it’s a world apart!"

"This tiny speck of a planet called Earth actually produced a youngster with a brain domain breadth of sixty-six. Even now, I find it hard to believe! Brain domain breadth sixty-six—why isn’t he a spiritual mentalist? Why? It’s been tormenting me for two years!"

"If he were a spiritual mentalist, he would be the old master’s best heir!"

"Why, then, is he a martial artist?"

"In just two years, he’s reached planetary level nine. Such talent in martial cultivation is rare even in the vast universe!"

"Alas, I’m helpless!"

"Tsk, tsk, the wooden crystal I cast out attracted them all here!"

"If it weren’t for my great Babata being unable to leave this place, none of this trouble would have happened!"

"Heavens, I never paid much attention before, but he’s actually comprehended a realm—specifically, the spatial realm!"

"Usually, only universe-level geniuses can comprehend realms. The spatial realm is extremely rare!"

"He, he, he has grasped this rare spatial realm at planetary level, and it's already at the second tier!"

"How is this possible?"

"Hiss, am I seeing things?"

"Did he just teleport?"

"Teleport? Impossible!"

"The old master was an immortal powerhouse who studied spatial secret arts for countless years but never achieved teleportation, which once plunged him into despair."

"How could this kid teleport? How is that possible?"

"Hiss, again! No mistake this time, definitely no mistake!"

"Teleportation at planetary level!"

"My heart can barely contain itself!"

"Old master, this heir is destined to be yours—even if he cannot accept your spiritual mentalist legacy, he is destined!"

"Teleportation, old master! You never mastered it even in immortality, yet this kid can. This is a miracle of unprecedented scale—no, a miracle unseen in hundreds of billions, perhaps trillions, of eras."

"I'm certain that across the entire universe, there is no other like him!"

"Such talent, old master, if you don’t take him as your disciple, I’d be struck down by heaven’s thunder!"

"Teleportation, teleportation—why am I still trembling?"

"I am the great Babata, roaming the cosmos, having crushed countless realm lords—how could I tremble?"

"Ah, faced with such a prodigy, trembling is inevitable!"

"Teleportation must be a planetary-level awakened innate divine power. Let me see, what is his talent? Surely spatial, otherwise teleportation wouldn’t be possible. If he can teleport, mastering the spatial origin laws in the future will be effortless!"

"Judging by the patterns on his body…!"

"Hiss! Could this be the legendary Spatial Instant Body?"

"Yes, only the Spatial Instant Body—a legendary, abnormal, invincible, miraculous, and utterly insane talent—can achieve teleportation!"

"Hahaha, Spatial Instant Body plus a realm! If he trains in the old master’s secret arts, he would be absolutely invincible among peers!"

"Brain domain breadth sixty-six, second-tier realm, Spatial Instant Body—immortality is the end? Certainly not!"

"Good heavens, I, Lord Babata, am destined to rise again!"

"Little guy, little fresh meat, little cutie, little darling, come into my arms!"

"I can hardly contain myself!"

"Ah, I should have watched him closely all along, taken him as my disciple early on, and not wasted these two years!"

Babata muttered incessantly, bouncing excitedly inside the spaceship.

Above ground—

Qin Ming broke through the rocks, moving through the cavern.

Hard stones were nothing to a planetary-level powerhouse.

Within his realm, he spotted a white crystal. Without hesitation, he teleported over and grasped it in his hand.

Immediately, he sensed his cells cheering—though the effect was slight.

For someone of his level, a single wooden crystal no longer offered much enhancement unless in great quantities.

By now, many councilors had caught wind and swarmed the place, frantically searching. Even some war gods were drawn by temptation.

Confronted with such an object, hearts inevitably stirred.

Unconscious of it, slaughter began.

Councilors fought ruthlessly. Thunder God was indifferent, Hong was indifferent, and Qin Ming was even more so.

A few casualties were trivial.

"Another one!"

Qin Ming’s eyes brightened. He teleported into an underground hollow and found a crystal floating midair, emitting a faint white glow and a delicate fragrance.

Just as he reached out to seize it, a rock shattered nearby, and Councilor Yan Hai emerged.

His eyes gleamed upon seeing the wooden crystal, excitement flashing across his face, but upon spotting Qin Ming, his body stiffened, his expression sour.

He hesitated, unwilling to give up.

"You want it?" Qin Ming smiled, pointing to the wooden crystal.

"I, I, I...!" Yan Hai trembled, hastily waving his hands. "Congratulations to Councilor Qin on obtaining this treasure. I will search elsewhere!"

Turning on his heel, he shattered the rock wall and left without looking back.

"Such a pity," Qin Ming shook his head.

Had the man dared to claim it, Qin Ming would have slain Yan Hai without hesitation.

Hearing those words as he fled, Yan Hai trembled again, sweat pouring down his face, increasing his speed.

He recalled how he once stood up for Li Yao, trying to coerce Qin Ming into revealing the murderer of Li Yao’s son. Qin Ming had ignored him completely, yet Yan Hai still sought trouble.

Only later, after watching Qin Ming kill two royal beasts in reverse, was he so terrified he lost sleep.

"I must avoid this death god from now on. Wherever he appears, I will immediately escape to the opposite side of Earth!"

Yan Hai resolved.

Qin Ming spotted Luo Feng nearby, struggling with several councilors over a wooden crystal and felt a tug at his heart. Breaking through the rock, he entered another cavern.

His arrival halted the fierce battle.

"Greetings, Councilor Qin!" Even the overwhelmingly powerful Ice Snow Emperor bowed respectfully. The other two councilors also clasped hands in salute.

"You may continue," Qin Ming smiled warmly.

"Ah...!" The Ice Snow Emperor’s headache deepened. Looking at the wooden crystal, then Luo Feng, then Qin Ming, bitterness filled his heart. Hastily, he said, "We will search elsewhere. Councilor Qin, until we meet again!"

"Very well," Qin Ming nodded.

The Ice Snow Emperor and the two councilors left unwillingly.

"Impressive!" Luo Feng gave a thumbs-up. "Just your arrival scared them off. Across the globe, only the three of you could do that!"

"When your strength can easily kill them, they’ll obediently leave," Qin Ming smiled. "Put it away."

"This is yours!" Luo Feng shook his head.

"Not much use to me," Qin Ming said. "Besides, I’ve already gotten eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Luo Feng’s eyes widened, cursing. "Damn! Qin Ming, you’re incredible! I barely got two after fighting tooth and nail, and you’ve got eighteen? People really are maddening! This one, I won’t be polite!"

"If I hadn’t deliberately left some behind, none of you would have gotten any!"

"How so?"

"I have a realm covering a large area. A single sweep leaves no place to hide—it’s even better than your spiritual mental power!"

"Realm?"

"Yes, a kind of ability. I’ll explain it to you in detail later."

"Good!"

The two chatted briefly before parting ways.

As Luo Feng said, being with Qin Ming was simply demoralizing.

Qin Ming did not leave but continued downward.

Though his body didn’t pause, his pupils contracted sharply. "I haven’t detected any interference, yet I’ve been moving steadily downward. This must be Babata’s influence! If I weren’t on guard and aware of the situation, I wouldn’t have noticed at all. It’s subtly affecting my mental judgment—impressive, truly impressive."